This time, Klein did not bring the Azik Copper Whistle directly into the gray fog. Instead, he planned to complete the divination through the projection of the object, just like the first time he did the divination of the "Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun." Although this would reduce the accuracy to a certain extent and might even result in no effective revelation from the divination, the integrity of the object itself could be guaranteed to the greatest extent with a layer of gray fog between them.

He still remembered that when he used the black ear from the "Listener" to divine the source, the sealed object collapsed and disintegrated directly due to the counterattack of the "True Creator" and was reorganized into a talisman.

Therefore, when he suspected that the divination results might point to the remains of the "God of Death" or other relics, pointing to the divine power of the long-fallen Sequence 0 that changed the environment of the Violent Sea, Klein decided to leave the Azik Copper Whistle in the real world and use divination through projection to avoid the possibility of this important item being damaged. After all, the "God of Death" and the "True Creator" are on the same level!

As for why Klein dared to use Groselle's Travels to divine the source directly, it was because the ancient god "Dragon of Imagination" had fallen a long time ago, and the corresponding characteristics had probably been inherited by others, and it had changed hands many times. In addition, the travel notes themselves were very strong, and even the full-strength attack of the "Poseidon Scepter" could not damage them in the slightest. By the same token, Mr. "Gate" might only be at the level of "Angel King" and was in a state of exile and isolation, and could only barely transmit the whispers in, and could hardly cause any substantial damage.

If I am hurt or polluted, I can use the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog to recover quickly without any hidden dangers. If Azik's copper whistle is broken, then it is really broken. I can no longer contact Mr. Azik, I can't use it to attract undead creatures, and I can't even carry it with me... Klein calmly and skillfully held the copper whistle projection and the paper with the divination sentence, leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and chanted in a low voice in a meditative state:

"The reason why this copper whistle is abnormal today."

After repeating this seven times in a row, Klein fell into a deep sleep and entered a dream.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw a dark and gloomy mausoleum, dark stairs extending downwards, and coffins placed around it.

All the coffins were open, with dead bodies lying inside. White feathers stained with pale yellow oil had grown on their backs.

Even in his dream, Klein felt that this scene was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it before.

At this moment, he seemed to smell the stench of decay and heard the slow breathing of something. He felt that the darkness in the mausoleum became increasingly thicker, giving people a feeling of extreme deathly silence.

Suddenly, high and low mutterings sounded at the same time, and the dead people with white feathers on their backs lying in the coffins all floated up, looking out of the dream with their half-rotten and half-pale faces!

With a thud, Klein's heart lost control, as if being pulled out of his chest by an invisible hand.

During this process, his dream suddenly shattered into pieces and returned to nothingness.

The last thing Klein saw was that those corpses not only had white feathers growing on their backs, but also on other parts of their bodies. In addition, almost unreal black tubes penetrated their bodies and extended to the deepest part of the mausoleum, which was filled with a deep, thick, evil, and cold endless black fog.

The black mist slowly shrank and expanded, making a panting sound. When this scene and movement fell into Klein's eyes and ears, his complexion turned pale rapidly, his skin rotted and festered, his pores grew dense white hairs stained with pale yellow oil, and the projection of the Azik copper whistle in his palm exploded into a ball of black mist.

Throughout the ancient palace, the mottled long table had decayed and collapsed, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs were wrapped in white feathers, as if they had their own lives.

The boundless gray fog rolled silently, and the mysterious space above it shook slightly. Everything quickly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Klein, who was lying next to the chair, reached out and grabbed the table leg. He slowly stood up, sat down again, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He rubbed his forehead and subconsciously made a comparison:

"Weaker than 'True Creator' and 'Eternal Blazing Sun', and stronger than Mr. 'Gate'. But it is unclear whether it is because the latter was exiled and isolated, so that very little power can be transmitted in.

"Why would I think about this? I can't beat them anyway. Even if I become a demigod, it will still be the same...

"It's a pity that I didn't see the thing hidden deep in the black fog. Otherwise, I might have gained some potion formulas or mystical knowledge."

Klein felt inexplicably regretful and cast his gaze towards the side of the seat, where he saw a phantom black mist floating.

This is what remains after the Azik Copper Whistle projection was shattered.

"Without a sense of power, it means it can't be used to make a talisman. What's the use of it?" Klein thought for a moment and summoned a spare "paper angel" from the pile of debris and threw it towards the illusory black fog.

As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately merged together. The paper man quickly turned black and looked gloomy, and white feathers stained with pale yellow oil grew behind him.

This change only lasted for a second, and the paper man returned to his original state, but it was not real enough and felt half-illusory.

In addition to this, there are feather-like patterns all over the back of the paper figure.

“What can I do with this?” Klein let the mutated paper figure fall back into his palm.

He did not dare to use divination to confirm the effect, for fear of seeing the scene in his dream again and being invaded by the prepared things deep in the black fog.

After repeated checks, Klein made a preliminary judgment based on his own accumulation of mysticism:

“It itself does not contain any power, but its essence is special. Perhaps when used as a ‘paper substitute’ or a ‘paper angel’, it can produce some strange effects that are close to the realm of the dead.

"It's just like my adventurer harmonica. Although it doesn't have any power itself, it can summon a particularly powerful messenger..."

Klein immediately put away the "mutated paper man" and began to interpret the scene he saw in his dream:

"The dark mausoleum, the open coffin, the dead with feathers growing on their backs, the black fog filling the depths, all these revelations seem to point to the 'God of Death', or an important item left behind by the 'God of Death'... Or perhaps, a product of a certain stage of the Spirit Cult's plan to create the God of Death?

"By the way, why did I feel familiar with it just now?"

Klein thought carefully and soon came up with an answer:

He had seen a similar scene in a divination a long time ago!

That time, the content of his divination was "the consequences of concealing matters related to Mr. Azik within the Nighthawks"!

He had two dream scenes at that time. In one, he was sinking into a sea of ​​blood and was pulled out by Azra. In the other, the two of them were together in the dark and cold mausoleum they had just seen, as if they were looking for something!

Klein once interpreted this, believing that the first scene represented that he was in danger and was rescued by Mr. Azik, and the second scene indicated that the two of them were going to explore a mausoleum or a place symbolizing a mausoleum together.

The former has been verified when the Backlund meteorite fell from the sky, and the latter finally has a clue today!

"Could it be that Mr. Azik and I are going to explore the mausoleum that I just 'saw'? However, this mausoleum is very dangerous. The thing hidden in the deepest part by the black fog is of a very high status, only slightly lower than the true gods, and is full of malice..." Klein frowned a little, thinking that the joint exploration might not be a good thing.

This made him feel that it was necessary to stop Mr. Azik, but he also doubted that the divination scene he had already seen could not be directly violated, otherwise he would get a worse ending in the dramatic fate.

"At least during the first divination, there was only an exploration scene, and no danger was presented... Maybe there is a way to indirectly bypass it... This may be why the 'Fortune Teller' is always vague. Sometimes, saying it too clearly will have the opposite effect!" Klein decided that when he met Mr. Azik next time, he would vaguely mention his dream to him without any interpretation to see what he thought.

After deciding on his idea, Klein leaned back in his chair and looked at the dome of the majestic palace before disappearing into the gray fog.

…………

Light, fragmented light, pure and clear dawn light, burst out from the body of the elder of the "Six-Man Council", another "Demon Hunter", Waite Hillmon, evaporating the white hairs growing in the pores of his skin and suppressing the subsequent squirming of his flesh and blood.

The muscles in his arms swelled and he pulled back the string of the dragon hunting bow, allowing the silver-white lightning and the brilliance of dawn to interweave into a brilliant arrow.

The arrow flew out and instantly reached the altar piled with monster skulls, hitting the heavy iron-black coffin.

Silently, the arrow of light dimmed and disappeared without producing any effect.

No, the area around the altar was getting darker and quieter!

Inside the iron-black coffin, a voice with the sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out:

"Why, why did you disturb my sleep?"

Hearing these words, Waite's heart suddenly grew a little heavier, because the malice was not concealed, and because it meant that the former chief might have turned into a monster.

Silver City's search for a way out failed once again.

With a bang, the coffin lid flew up and broke into pieces, and a large amount of black fog spread out from below, continuously.

In such a scene, Waite saw a figure slowly standing up in the coffin. He was nearly four meters tall, with slender arms and legs, and his body was covered with white feathers stained with pale yellow oil. There seemed to be an illusory black tube behind him connecting to the infinite distance.

Behind the three elders of the "Six-Person Council", the dark river began to surge with huge waves, and all kinds of arms, tentacles, and vines emerged.

At this moment, Waite saw the chief's body changing rapidly, and saw that the clothes he was wearing were torn inch by inch by his expanding muscles.

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