As Patrick Blaine recited, the various skulls around the dark coffin gradually took on a layer of dark green, which blended with the white color of the skulls, creating an extremely creepy feeling.

The "spiritual dance" became more and more intense, as if the voice from the underworld kept echoing, and the skulls floated up one by one, as if they had their own vitality.

Then, they threw themselves at the heavy, black coffin in an orderly yet chaotic manner, penetrated the lid like non-entities, and entered inside.

The coffin suddenly turned into a deep whirlpool that could never be filled. It expanded on the spot, emitting a cold, chilly, and lofty aura that made Patrick Blaine tremble instinctively and lower his head.

This is the breath of an angel, an "Archon of Death"!

At this moment, the Death God believers who were dancing the "Spirit Dance" twitched and fell to the ground one after another. Their consciousness became blurred, and they felt as if they were wandering in the underworld.

Klein the Fool, who had expanded his vision with the help of the prayer light of the secret doll above the gray fog, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because the temptation method used by the leader of the artificial death god faction of the Spiritual Cult, the angel sleeping in the mausoleum, High Priest Haitel, did not surprise him - using the "Death God" path to enslave and control the inferiors of the superiors to directly obtain the information he wanted to know from Patrick Braine.

To some extent, this was a kind of "torture" on the spiritual level, and Klein was already quite skilled at dealing with it.

He immediately made the "Red Priest" card fly into his hand and enter his body.

Suddenly, Klein put on a deep red robe made of blood, rust, and gun smoke. His face was covered with a dark golden mask with simple stripes, and his head was crowned with red, blue, and green gems.

Then, he mobilized all the power in the mysterious space above the gray fog that he could mobilize, turning them into a rolling invisible torrent, surrounding the paper figures prepared in advance, and rushing towards the "Undead" Patrick Blaine through the prayer light spots.

At this moment, Patrick, who was trembling and surrendering because of the teacher's breath, trembled slightly, as if he saw layers of sacred wings.

——Klein hid the specific image of the Flame Angel and only showed a partial feeling. In other words, he interfered with the special effects on his own.

Holy wings covered him and then disappeared, leaving Patrick with a confused feeling as if he was hallucinating.

As a Sequence 4 demigod, he quickly came to his senses and found that he no longer just wanted to obey and was no longer able to disobey his teacher's orders. It seemed that part of his consciousness was pulled out and was high above the spiritual world, calmly looking down at everything.

At the same time, as a fanatic, Patrick Brian regarded the "Angel's Embrace" just now as a gift from the "God of Death" without any hesitation, without any doubt.

At this time, from the deep vortex formed by the pitch-black coffin, an old and cold voice came out, which made people's souls seem to be leaving their bodies:

“Well done.

"What have you learned recently in awakening God?"

Patrick Brian immediately followed the explanation given by the Lord Favorer and described his efforts and dedication half-truthfully.

After some conversation, the angel of death on the other side of the vortex, Heitel, did not doubt and said calmly:

"Very good, keep doing it, I will support you."

He paused for a moment, and then mentioned casually:

"I will send you an assistant, a Sequence 5 'Dead Spirit Mentor', to assist you in completing the corresponding tasks and relieve your pressure."

Is this what the Favored One meant by not trusting me? The teacher really doesn't want to see me gain God's favor and threaten His position... Patrick Brain, who was gradually influenced by Klein in daily communications and whose cognition had been slowly changed, couldn't refuse such "kindness" and could only reply respectfully:

"Yes, teacher."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark vortex suddenly expanded and turned into a pair of bronze doors covered with mysterious patterns, which were difficult to describe.

With a creak, the door opened and a gap appeared.

Behind the gap was a darkness so deep that there was no sound at all. In the depths of the darkness, there seemed to be eyes hidden one after another, quietly staring out.

Just then, a hand stretched out and placed on the crack of the door.

Its skin is quite pale, and you can see the blue blood vessels underneath.

As the hand grabbed and pulled, a figure jumped out from the door.

This was a tall, young man wearing a black robe with red patterns and his hood pulled up.

His facial lines were soft and his skin was brown, showing his ancestry from the Southern Continent. His facial features were relatively good, though lacking in color.

The young man stepped on the solid ground without even looking at Patrick Braine. He raised his head and looked up into the air. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he sighed with half-closed eyes:

"This intoxicating atmosphere..."

As an extraordinary person on the path of "Death God", Patrick Brain was undoubtedly a little annoyed at being ignored by people of a lower sequence than himself, but in front of the teacher, he couldn't say anything. He could only follow the process and complete the ceremony step by step.

During this process, Klein the Fool above the gray fog reacted more violently than Patrick.

Because he saw the abnormality of the new "Necromancer" through the "real vision" provided by the gray fog!

The "self-underworld" of the necromancer mentor expanded strangely, encompassing every part of his body. In that "underworld" there was only one soul, a young and handsome man with red hair, many signs of decay on his face, a flag mark on his forehead, and wearing blood-stained black armor.

Klein was not unfamiliar with this soul and recognized it immediately:

The evil spirit of the "Red Angel", Soren Einhorn Medici!

This guy has returned to Backlund again, and has also established a certain cooperative relationship with the angels of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Cult... Klein instinctively took out the "Red Priest" card, placed the "Tyrant" card, and took the "Poseidon Scepter", preparing to give the "Red Angel" evil spirit a lightning storm, but in a flash of thought, he restrained this impulse and gave up the corresponding idea.

This would expose Patrick Blaine's problem and make the angel Heiter from the realm of death guess that something was wrong with the artificial god of death!

This is not conducive to the "Goddess of Night"'s grasp and digestion of the "uniqueness" of the "God of Death" path.

As his thoughts raced, Klein quickly left the gray fog and returned to the real world. He had the puppet quietly but quickly move away from the garment factory and "teleport" away with his real body.

He had originally planned to create some horror experiences for Patrick Blaine after the ceremony, and had made some preparations in advance. But now he had to give up directly to avoid being discovered by the evil spirit of the "Red Angel".

Inside the garment factory, the young "Necromancer" possessed by Soren Einhorn Medici pulled his hood down a little, turned his head slightly, and looked somewhere outside.

That was where Klein's secret puppet, Quinas Kilger, had been hiding, nearly 1 kilometer away from the garment factory.

After staring for a few seconds, a barely noticeable smile appeared on the face of the young "Necromancer".

Patrick Brain was about to speak and give his teacher's messenger a few words as the head of Backlund, the artificial death god of the Spiritual Cult, when he was suddenly inspired and turned his body strangely, casting his gaze towards another building in the garment factory.

On the second floor of that building, behind the glass window of a room, a pair of emotionless black eyes were staring at this side.

Patrick Blaine's eyelids twitched and his body suddenly disappeared.

Hmm!

The cold wind blew hard, causing the glass window to rot silently and then shatter into countless "snowflakes" without any movement.

In the corresponding room, Patrick, wearing a black robe and with a thin face, appeared. He saw that the owner of the cold black eyes was a crudely made clay doll.

Who made this puppet... Who moved it here? Patrick Brain looked around carefully, not missing any corner.

Just as he cast his gaze towards the corridor and his body facing the glassless window, the crude clay doll's dark eyes suddenly moved, and then it raised its hands and grabbed Patrick's neck.

When the action was just halfway done, the clay doll seemed to lose its support and no longer had any vitality. Many cracks appeared on the surface and it instantly disintegrated into a pile of pieces.

Patrick Blaine's figure first disappeared, then reappeared in the corridor, staring at the collapsed clay doll as if facing a formidable enemy.

At that moment just now, he was really frightened. Although things related to spirits are full of strange and terrifying things, it is still quite scary that a puppet suddenly comes to life without the influence of external spirits.

The fragments of the clay doll lay there quietly without any movement. Patrick Brian waited patiently for a while and finally confirmed that there was no abnormality here.

He traveled through the spirit world once again and returned to the place where the ceremony had just been held.

At this time, the heavy, black coffin had completely rotted away, as if it had been buried under the soil for hundreds or thousands of years, and the believers around who had sensed the underworld slowly recovered from their semi-comatose state.

Patrick Brian looked around a few times, but he couldn't find the young "necromancer mentor" sent by his teacher. He didn't know when he left.

Isn't he here to spy on me? The demigod of the Death Path was at a loss.

Considering the abnormality he had just discovered - the living clay doll, Patrick Brian did not delay any further and quickly woke up the believers, cleaned up the scene, and dealt with the traces.

When he finished all this, he suddenly heard a voice:

“Is this garment factory yours?”

Patrick Brain's figure disappeared in an instant, and then reappeared, facing the person who was speaking. That person was the young "Necromancer" who had disappeared before.

"No." Patrick frowned slightly.

How could he do these things in his own garment factory? If he was exposed, wouldn't he have no way out?

"Not too stupid..." the young "Necromancer" nodded slightly.

Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly and said with great effort, suppressing his anger:

"Where did you go?"

The young "Dead Soul Mentor" chuckled and said:

"I wandered around familiar places and met a friend."