After becoming a demigod, Klein was able to initially control the Source Castle and prevent its aura from infiltrating reality. After attaching it to himself, he never considered similar issues again. After all, this would be abnormal, causing him to be recognized by Beyonders related to Destiny at a glance, which was quite unsafe. At this moment, when he received Will Auceptin's reminder, he felt his thoughts suddenly become clear.
When I was only attached to Sefirah Castle and had certain rights to use it, the aura and projection of Sefirah Castle would make a Saint of the Destiny Path dare not look directly at me, and the corresponding low- and middle-sequence Beyonders would feel as if they had seen a mythical creature. Now that I have initially mastered Sefirah Castle, I can probably make the "effect" even better... Can this affect angels who are complete mythical creatures? Sefirah Castle's level is at least Sequence 0? Well, according to my speculation, it might be a little higher than Sequence 0... Having a similar trait of being contaminated by understanding? Klein's thoughts suddenly became active, like lightning flashing through his mind.
He quickly decided to return to the God-Forsaken Land and conduct some experiments on the monsters in the depths of darkness and the secret puppets in the mist of history to figure out whether his ideas would be useful.
A slight smile appeared on his face, and he said to the one-year-old child in the black stroller:
"I think I understand what you mean. I'll have someone send you ice cream soon."
Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned his head and looked to the side and said:
“No, thanks.
"I've been eating too much ice cream lately, and it's affecting my physical development..."
Klein raised his eyebrows and said:
"Pure, top-quality ice cream produced in Trier, the capital of Intis."
"...Give it to me next week." Will Auceptin replied after hesitating for a moment.
After saying that, the chubby one-year-old child turned over and buried his face in the small pillow in the stroller.
Since the time that Miss Magician could maintain the historical pore image was limited, Klein didn't say anything more. He used his own characteristics to force himself out of the dream, woke up, and got out of bed.
Then he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air again and again.
After four or five times, he lowered his arm and dragged out a lady of ordinary appearance, wearing a simple linen robe, a bark belt, barefoot, and with long black hair.
The leader of the ascetics of the Church of Night, Arianna, the "Servant of Secrets"!
At the same moment, in a house in the Hillston District, Fors, who was sitting in an armchair, seemed to be pulled by invisible threads. She sat up suddenly, her body straight, and the blood vessels in her forehead were throbbing.
She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that broke through a dam, rushing towards the void ahead. She couldn't stop it no matter what, and it was about to dry up.
The next second, the trend eased a lot, but it was still scary and not something she could fully bear at the moment.
Inside the hotel room, seeing that Ms. Arianna's historical pore image had gained consciousness, Klein cut to the chase and spoke directly:
"I plan to cooperate with others to deal with a certain 'Witch King' of the Rose School."
Arianna nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, but did not offer her own suggestions.
Seeing that the leader of the ascetics did not issue a warning, Klein felt more reassured about the plan to hunt the "Witch King" and said:
"I will be planning an operation against the Dark Wolf soon."
Arianna opened her mouth slightly and said:
"cautious."
... Meaning, don't underestimate the Dark Wolf Kotar? Klein was about to ask a question when his consciousness suddenly blurred. He saw the lady opposite him and himself in his eyes fade away at the same time and disappear quickly.
Bang!
Fors fell into the armchair, his facial muscles twitching slightly.
"This is more tiring than staying up all night writing..." She grimaced for a while, then quickly tried to meditate to fall asleep.
——When people are extremely tired, they may sometimes suffer from sleep disorders.
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In the God-forsaken land, near the ancient city of Norse in the north, there is an uninhabited dark wilderness.
Klein held up a lantern that emitted a dim light and turned around to check the surrounding situation.
Then, he found a stone to sit on, no longer blocking the infiltration of the "gray fog" into reality.
On this basis, Klein also consciously strengthened the projection of "Source Castle" on himself.
After completing his preparations, Klein quickly transformed a monster lurking in the darkness around him into a secret doll.
The secret doll walked out of the dark area and approached Klein in the light of the lantern, casting its gaze on him.
In the eyes of this secret puppet made of an ordinary monster, Klein, who was wearing a black windbreaker and a half-top hat, was no different from before, except that his eyes had become deeper and his temperament had become more difficult to describe.
After trying it with different types of monster puppets, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or most extraordinary people, would not be able to detect the aura of "Source Castle" on them.
Then, he stretched out his right hand, dragged out his past self half a day ago, and manipulated this rather dull historical pore image to look over.
This time, Klein saw a layer of gray mist covering his body, with dots of light flickering inside, but without showing any specific shape.
He then lifted the maintenance of this historical projection, and tried to catch the extraordinary people of the "Fortune Teller" path such as the "Master of Secret Dolls" Rosago, and repeated the previous experiment.
“Well, after the projection has been enhanced, Beyonders of the ‘Fortune Teller’ path can directly discover certain anomalies. However, at least those below the level of angels can only confirm that I am related to ‘Source Castle’ and cannot directly see the strange light gate, which is the projection of ‘Source Castle’…” Klein was not too surprised by this result.
He took a deep breath, and after preparing himself for "rescue", he raised his hand and pulled out the "winner" Enuni, who had just become his secret puppet not long ago.
Enuni raised his head little by little, and Klein's figure gradually appeared in his eyes, along with the thin, gray mist that was spreading outward.
Deep in the fog, twisted worms that were either transparent or translucent embraced each other to form countless balls of light. The light balls were stacked layer by layer to form a light gate stained with a little blue-black.
The light gate is much clearer and more textured than before. At the same time, its shape has also changed, stretching towards the top and becoming much taller.
This made it look like a tall, brilliant figure, and the gray mist around it was the figure's hooded robe.
The radiance of different light balls flickered continuously, making Klein feel as if he was being watched by the eyes of this deep, mysterious, tall and terrifying figure.
With a bang, Klein's head tilted back involuntarily, and streams of blood mixed with transparent worms spurted out of his pores.
The "Spirit Bugs" fell to the ground, rolling and struggling frantically. Some of them quickly disintegrated, while others eventually calmed down and crawled back into Klein's body and drilled into his pores.
“Hiss… It’s much better than the last time when I fainted and lost my memory…” Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed silently.
The "winner" Enuni in front of him had disappeared because he was unable to maintain the historical pore image due to the impact he had just received.
This was one of the reasons why Klein did not suffer too serious injuries this time.
——Without the "winner" Enuni, he would not be able to see the strange light gate that was changing, and would not have to be continuously impacted.
After pausing for two seconds, Klein entered the mist of history, took four steps backwards, and came to the top of the gray fog.
Watching the illusory dark light rising from his body and disappearing completely, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a self-deprecating smile:
"I almost polluted myself and eroded myself...
"Then we will use Rosago and other Beyonders of the Diviner Path to conduct another experiment: Without being directly impacted, will they be reversely contaminated by the projection of the Sefirah Castle as the observation time increases..."
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Southern Continent, East Balam, the city of Vertek is under attack.
Under the shining of the crimson moon, the Loen soldiers hiding behind the simple fortifications were taking their time to take turns to rest and recover their energy.
Their faces were black with traces of gunpowder smoke. Sometimes someone would wake up, take out some dried tobacco, wrap it casually, light it with the only remaining match, put it to their mouth, take a deep breath, and their eyes showed more numbness and confusion.
The soldiers guarding this line of defense smelled the tobacco, sniffed subconsciously, and looked back.
"Do you have any more tobacco?" a soldier holding a repeating rifle asked his companion in a low voice.
His comrade shook his head:
"I've already finished smoking."
"I don't know when the next batch will arrive... I'm going crazy without tobacco!" The soldier who spoke first pointed his chin outside the fortifications, "See? So many corpses, so many hands, so many feet, they all belonged to living people."
Before the sun set, the rebels launched a fierce attack, attacking the defense lines of the city of Vantek like crazy. Their desperate attitude frightened the Loen soldiers and vassal troops who were holding out, and they almost won the victory. But in the end, they still failed to break through the key defense line, leaving behind a large number of corpses, and retreated like a tide.
His comrade was silent for a moment and said:
"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we will become like this too."
Having said this, he looked up at the crimson moon and said in a dreamy voice:
"I don't know how Backlund is doing. I haven't received any letters from home in a long time... I don't know if they have enough food, and if they can find a doctor if they are sick..."
The soldier who wanted to smoke just now was about to swear, cursing this damn war and the damn enemy, but his eyes suddenly widened, and he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointing forward and saying:
"Alive, alive, alive..."
The soldiers looked over one by one, and saw that under the crimson moon, the mutilated corpses left behind by the rebels were crawling up one by one, staggering and trying to approach the defense line.
In the distance, a mysterious man wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns stood behind the rebels, with his arms slightly opened.
The spirituality of the entire battlefield is growing rapidly.
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