Part 4 The Undead Chapter 169 The Mutated Paper Man
Klein did not directly bring the Aztec Copper Whistle into the gray fog this time, but was prepared to do it through the projection of the item just like the first time he divined the “Mutated Sun Emblem”, although the accuracy will be reduced to a certain extent, and may even result in the divination not being able to get any effective revelation, but with a layer of gray fog, the integrity of the item itself can be guaranteed to the greatest extent possible. The integrity of the item itself could be guaranteed to the greatest extent.
He still remembered that when he had used the black ear originating from the “Listener” to divine the source, the seal had directly collapsed and disintegrated due to the counterattack of the “Real Creator”, and was reorganized into a spell.
Therefore, when he suspected that the result of the divination might point to the remains of the “God of Death” or other remnants, or to the divine power of the long-fallen Sequence 0 that changed the environment of the Berserk Sea, Klein decided to leave the Aztec Copper Whistle in the real world, and to use it for divination through projection to avoid the possibility of damage to this important item, after all, the “God of Death” and the “True Creator” are the same as the “God of Death”. After all, the “God of Death” and the “Real Creator” are on the same level!
As for why Klein dared to directly use the “Grocer’s Travels” to divine the source, it was because the “Dragon of Imagination”, an ancient god, had fallen for a long time, and most of the corresponding characteristics had already been inherited by others, and had changed hands for many times, and the Travels itself was so strong that even the “Poseidon Scepter” could not be damaged even a little bit with its all-out attack. By the same token, Mr. Door may only be at the level of “King of Angels” and is in a state of banishment and isolation, barely able to transmit his ravings in, almost unable to cause substantial damage.
If I am harmed or contaminated, I can still use the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist to recover quickly and leave no hidden dangers, but if the Aztec Copper Whistle breaks down, it will be really broken, and I will not be able to contact Mr. Aztec anymore, I will not be able to use it to attract the undead, and I will not be able to carry it around with me anymore. …… Klein calmly and skillfully projected the Copper Whistle and held the paper with the divinatory statements on it, and then moved back. The paper with the divinatory statements on it was held in his hands, leaned back against the back of the chair, half closed his eyes, and chanted in a low voice in a meditative state:
”The reason for this copper whistle’s abnormality today.”
After seven consecutive times, Klein drifted off into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, he saw a dark and gloomy mausoleum, a dark colored staircase that stretched all the way down, and a set of coffins placed around it.
Those coffins were all open, and inside them lay one dead person after another, their backs already sprouting a white feather stained with pale yellow oil.
Even in his dream, Klein felt that such an image was exceptionally familiar, as if he had seen it before.
Just then, he seemed to smell the stench of decay, heard the sound of something slowly gasping for breath, and only felt that the darkness within the mausoleum became thicker and thicker, giving off the feeling of extreme deadness.
Horrifically, either high or low murmurs sounded at the same time, and all of those dead people lying on their backs with white feathers inside their coffins floated up, looking out beyond the dream world with their half-rotten, half-pale faces together!
With a plopping sound, Klein’s heart lost control, as if it was being tugged by an invisible hand, and was being dragged hard out of his chest.
In the process, his dream world disintegrated into pieces all at once, returning to nothingness.
The last image Klein saw was that those corpses not only had white feathers on their backs, but also had some on the rest of their bodies, and in addition, a thin, almost illusory black tube was rooted into their bodies at one end, and at the other end it extended to the deepest part of the mausoleum, where a deep, dense, sinister, and icy, infinite black fog filled the air.
The black fog slowly contracted and expanded, emitting a wheezing sound, a sight and a movement that, when it fell into Klein’s eyes and ears, caused his complexion to rapidly pale, caused his skin to rot and ooze with pus, caused his pores to grow fine white fuzz stained with yellowish oil, and caused the projection of the Aztec copper whistle in his palm to explode with a thud into a cloud of black fog.
Throughout the ancient palace, the long mottled tables rotted and collapsed, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs were wrapped in white feathers as if they had a life of their own.
The gray fog that could not be seen rolled silently, and the mysterious space that resided on top of it shook gently, and everything quickly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Collapsing next to his seat, Klein reached out and grabbed the table leg, slowly stood up and sat down again, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He rubbed the corner of his forehead and subconsciously made a comparison:
”Weaker than ‘Real Creator’ and ‘Eternal Sun’, and higher than Mr. ‘Gate’, but it’s not clear if it’s because the latter was banished and quarantined, and so that very little power could be transmitted in.
”What am I thinking about this for, anyway, it’s all the ones I can’t beat, even if I become a demigod, it’s still the same ……
”It’s a pity that I didn’t directly see that thing hidden in the depths of the black fog, otherwise I might have been able to harvest some magic potion recipes, or occult knowledge.”
With inexplicable regret, Klein cast his gaze to the side of the seat and saw an illusory black mist floating there.
It was what remained after the Aztec Copper Whistle projection had been crushed.
”There’s no sense of power, which means it can’t be used as a charm, so what’s the point?” With a thought, Klein summoned a spare “paper angel” from the clutter and threw it at the illusory black mist.
As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately fused together, the paper man quickly turned black and appeared dark, while a white feather stained with yellowish oil grew out from his back.
Such a change only lasted for a second, and the paper man returned to its original state, but it wasn’t real enough, and had a semi-illusory feel to it.
In addition to this, there was a single feathery pattern covering the back of the paper man.
”What can this be used for?” Klein let the mutated paper man fall back into his palm.
He didn’t dare to use divination to confirm the effect, fearing that he would once again see the image from his dream just now, and be invaded here by things from the depths of the black fog that were already prepared.
After repeated examinations, Klein made a certain preliminary judgment based on his own occult accumulation:
”This does not contain any power in itself, but the substance is special, and may be able to produce some strange effects that are on the side of the necromantic realm when doing a ‘paper double’ or a ‘paper angel’.
”It’s like that adventurer’s harmonica of mine that doesn’t possess much power of its own, but can summon particularly powerful messengers ……”
Klein then puts away the “mutated paper man” and begins to interpret the image he saw in the dream:
”The dark mausoleum, the open coffins, the dead with feathers growing out of their backs, the black fog that filled the depths, all these revelations seem to point to the ‘Grim Reaper’, or a certain important item left behind by the ‘Grim Reaper’! …… Or perhaps, a product of a certain stage of the Spirit Order’s Artificial Reaper Program?
”Right, why did I feel familiar just now?”
Klein thought back carefully and quickly had an answer:
A similar scene, he had seen in a certain divination a long time ago!
That time, the content of his divination was “the consequences of concealing Mr. Azteca’s business within the Night Watch”!
He had gotten two dream images, one of himself sinking into the sea of blood and being pulled out by Azk, and one of the two of them together in the dark and cold tomb that he had just seen, seemingly searching for something!
Klein had once interpreted this to mean that the first scene represented himself in distress and being rescued by Mr. Azik, and the second indicated that the two were exploring a mausoleum or some place symbolized by a mausoleum together.
The former had been verified at the time of the Birkeland meteorite skyfall, and the latter had finally been clued in today!
”Could it be that the mausoleum I just ‘saw’ is what Mr. Aztec and I are about to explore? But this mausoleum is dangerous, the thing hidden by the black mist in the deepest Part 1s of a very high level, only a bit worse than the true gods and full of malice ……” Klein frowned a little, thinking that that joint exploration might not be a good thing.
It made him feel the need to stop Mr. Aztec, but he suspected that the divination picture he had already seen could not be directly contradicted without getting a worse ending in a dramatic predestination.
”At least with the first divination there was only the image of exploration, no danger presented …… Perhaps there exists a way to get around it indirectly …… This may be why ‘soothsayers ‘ why they are always ambiguous, there are times when speaking too clearly can backfire!” Klein decides to make a vague mention of his dream to Mr. Aztec when he meets him later, without any interpretation, to see what he thinks.
After determining his thoughts, Klein leaned back in his chair and looked at the dome of the majestic palace, disappearing above the gray mist.
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Light, fragmentary light, the pure, clear light of dawn, burst from the body of Werther Hilmon, the elder of the Council of Six and another Demon Hunter, vaporizing the white fuzz that had sprouted from the pores of his skin and suppressing the subsequent writhing of flesh and blood. .
His arm muscles bulged and he drew back the string of his Dragon Hunter’s Bow, letting the silver-white electricity intertwine with the glow of dawn into a brilliant arrow.
The arrow flew out and instantly reached the altar piled with monster skulls, shooting onto the heavy iron black coffin.
Wordlessly, the arrow of light dimmed and disappeared, failing to produce any effect.
No, the area around the altar grew darker and deadlier!
Inside the iron-black coffin, a voice with the sound of bones rubbing together followed:
”Why, why are you disturbing my slumber?”
Upon hearing such words, a heart of Wight’s sank a little, for the malice was undisguised, for it meant that the former chief might have become a monster.
Silver City’s quest for a way out had failed yet again.
With a bang, the lid of the coffin flew up and split in pieces, and a large amount of black mist filled out from below in a steady stream.
Such a scene, Weit saw the coffin slowly stood up a figure, he was nearly four meters tall, long arms and legs, body surface covered with white feathers stained with yellowish oil, as if behind the illusory black tubes connected to the infinite distance.
Behind the three elders of the “Council of Six”, the black river followed by huge waves, all kinds of arms, tentacles, vines came out.
At this time, Weit saw the chief’s body changed rapidly, and saw the clothing worn by the other party was torn aPart 1nch by inch by the expanding muscles.