I really feel a little irritable, but I'm not that easily angered … Wearing the papal tiara and dark blue robe with the Sea God Scepter in hand, Klein seriously observed his condition.
This meant that the Tyrant card could indeed suppress the negative effects of the Sea God Scepter to a certain extent, but it couldn't completely erase it.
Klein used Cogitation to calm his emotions and turned to look at the junk pile in the corner.
Rosell's Travels? This is my strongest defensive item at present, and it has miraculous uses. But the problem is that it was created by another ancient god, Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt. According to Little Sun, this dragon king was once in the same camp as Calderón City's master, the ancient god of death, Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace. Who knows if this Travels will trigger any unnecessary changes … To be cautious, it's best not to bring it.
Similar to Aztec's copper whistle, I can't contain that mutated paper figurine either. It has the remnant aura of Artificial Death … This might be a form of deterrence when exploring Calderón City, but it also hides a huge latent danger.
The Beyonder characteristic of Priest of Light? This can effectively restrain the dead, the natural enemy of the residents of the City of the Dead. However, it's only an ingredient and has yet to be made into a mystical item. The effects it can produce are rather limited, and the negative effects are extremely serious. It's very unfriendly to me in my soul form. In addition, lightning can also "purify" the dead. With the Sea God Scepter and Word of the Sea, there's no need to bring the Priest of Light Beyonder characteristic … Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind as he eliminated the remaining items in the junk pile.
He held the Sea God Scepter in his human-skinned glove, and with a gentle lift of his right hand, he made the Word of the Sea fly up and land in his palm.
Right on the heels of that, Klein, who was dressed as a pope, changed his soul's appearance, hiding his facial features in the shadow of the papal tiara.
He slowly stood up, his dark blue robe fluttering in the wind as the white bone scepter glowed dazzlingly.
With just one step, Tyrant Klein walked out of the candlelight through the Door of Summoning and arrived in the real World. He was in a rather spacious bathroom.
After storing the Fate Siphon charm and Death Knell into his body, he opened the door and returned to the living room. He controlled Winner Enzo to come over and take over Word of the Sea.
After some thought, Klein took out Death Knell and handed it to Ludwell.
After doing all of this, he brought his two marionettes and relied on his Beyonder power, Traveling, to head straight for the spirit world coordinates provided by Miss Magicians.
The journey was relatively smooth. Tyrant's aura made the strange-looking spirit world creatures along the way not dare approach. They didn't even dare look at him directly. Before long, Klein arrived at his destination.
The scene in front of him was no different from anywhere else in the spirit world. Rich and bright colors overlapped each other, and there was a thin fog that emanated in certain areas. Deep in the darkness, pairs of eyes moved away one after another.
As the papal robe's cape fluttered gently, Klein made Enzo and Ludwell enter what looked like a very thin and normal fog.
Suddenly, his vision widened with the help of his two marionettes. It reflected a magnificent city that only appeared in myths and legends.
This city was different from normal cities. It didn't develop upwards, but instead, it extended towards the end of the crater. It gave off the feeling of an upside-down mausoleum.
The buildings inside had all sorts of styles, but they were all equally strange. Some of them were towering, pale-white stone pillars, and the top of them was polished into a gigantic single house. Some were long and square, with doors opening to the roof without a single window. Some were built underground, with a tombstone erected at the entrance. Some were built from white bones in a messy manner.
And the closer they were to the end of the crater, the better the preservation of the buildings. The closer they were to the top, the more collapsed areas there were. It was filled with the decay and dilapidation brought about by time.
Klein made his two marionettes stop as he stood at the edge of the city, looking down at everything. However, he couldn't see what the buildings at the bottom looked like. It was shrouded in deep darkness, as though no light had shone in for thousands or tens of thousands of years.
After a brief observation, Winner Enzo lowered his head and chanted hoarsely in ancient Hermes, "I'm not sure if I'm wrong.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck …"
Just as he said that, Klein, who was outside Calderón City, heard the stacked illusory pleas. He could tell that it came from a man with a deliberately hoarse voice.
It's the marionette's prayer … Klein heaved a sigh of relief as he muttered indiscernibly to himself, "This means that Calderón City doesn't screen off the gray fog. At least, the periphery doesn't. I can enter."
Although he said that, he wasn't in a rush at all. Instead, he controlled Admiral Hell Ludwell, making him raise his left arm and spread open his palm.
An illusory beam of light suddenly burst out, and with a point as the center, it collapsed inwards, forming a pair of bronze doors.
The door was slightly blurry and extremely illusory. Its surface was covered with countless mysterious patterns, exuding an indescribable sense of stillness and heaviness.
With a creak, the mysterious bronze door moved backward, and a crack appeared.
Through the crack, Klein saw the deepest and heaviest darkness.
In the darkness, pale-white surged, sometimes curling up and sometimes falling. It was like a river that flowed through the lightless night.
On its two sides, there were gigantic and pale-white stone pillars. They were extremely similar to the ones that existed in Calderón City, but they were even more exaggerated.
Right at this moment, pairs of transparent eyes and indescribable faces suddenly popped up and filled the gap of the illusory bronze gate. They couldn't wait to pass through.
Klein's eyes pricked as he hurriedly made Ludwell clench his left palm.
Creak!
The illusory door covered in mysterious patterns was pushed by an invisible force as it closed, vanishing from Winner Enzo's vision.
This mysterious door that separates life and death and leads to the Underworld seems to have changed directions. Behind the door is no longer the Underworld, but the core region of Calderón City, the deepest depths of the underground pit? Klein, who was wearing a papal tiara, a papal robe, and holding the Sea God Scepter, nodded in thought.
This way, many of the powers of the Death domain would be rewritten in Calderón City, resulting in anomalies.
With this knowledge, Klein once again made Ludwell raise his left arm.
The left half of the marionette's body rapidly turned illusory as specks of dark green appeared, as though he had turned into a wraith or specter.
His arm and forearm no longer abided by the laws of reality as they suddenly extended a long distance. His palm was abnormally pale as an illusory face protruded.
The face's mouth was half-open, and its tongue was as sharp as a snake's tongue. It was covered in white fur.
The tongue flicked out very far, giving off a surreal feeling. It was as though it could bore into a person's body and suck out their soul.
Indeed, the Death Envoy powers that Ludwell obtained from the Underworld creature in his body have mutated. Not only has it become more powerful, but it has also gone from remotely extracting Spirit Bodies to directly devouring them … Klein stood at Calderón City's entrance as he made Admiral Hell display the various Beyonder powers of the Death domain. He grasped the differences between them and normal situations.
Among them, the common point was that they had become stronger!
Then, Klein made Winner Enzo use his uniqueness and the powers that came with the Flower of Blood ring and Word of the Sea cane to experiment. He came to one conclusion after another.
"Fate hasn't been affected …
"Lightning Strike has been suppressed and has weakened significantly …
"Unable to fly too high …
"Wind Blade, Singing, Illusory Scales, Balance, Water Screen, and other powers haven't changed …"
With the end of these experiments, Klein made Winner Enzo and Ludwell walk down the pale staircase at the entrance and approach the periphery of Calderón City. All the buildings there had already collapsed.
When he was almost two hundred meters away, Klein raised his right hand and pressed down on the face in the shadow of the trident. Then, with the Sea God Scepter in hand, he stepped into the thin fog.
His head felt a little dizzy as the scene before him changed. He had already entered the City of the Dead, Calderón City.
Enduring the anxiety in his heart, Klein made his left glove turn dark.
His body turned incorporeal as it was tainted with a dark color, turning into a shadow. Only the Sea God Scepter in his hand continued emitting silver or blue light.
Using the Soul Body's concealment and the Tyrant card's suppression to conceal this point, Klein floated diagonally forward and fused into the shadows of the collapsed buildings. He secretly followed behind his two marionettes and did a preliminary reconnaissance of Calderón City's periphery.
As he traversed, Klein gradually noticed something amiss.
It was too quiet!
It was so quiet that it felt like the entire city was dead. Not even insects had survived!
And according to Arrodes and Red Light Aiur Moria, back when Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace uprooted Calderón City and threw it deep into the spirit world, she didn't allow the residents of the city to leave ahead of time. Occasionally, there would be spirit world creatures that entered.
But at this moment, the periphery didn't even have any skeletons, zombies, or even one or two non-building bones, much less any living beings!
Klein tensed up as he used Winner Enzo and Ludwell's vision to carefully observe his surroundings.
During this process, "his" gaze swept past a broken pale-white pillar and saw a golden disk in the ancient house that had been destroyed at the top.
The smooth surface of the disk reflected a figure, but it wasn't Winner Enzo, but Klein who was wearing the trident and dark blue robe!
Klein's body was suffused with a sinister aura. His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless, as though he had been dead for a long time.
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