Part 5 Red Priestess Chapter 191 In History
Berserk Sea, a barren and uninhabited island.
This place is not far from the southern continent, but geographically it doesn’t belong there. The reason why Klein chose this island as the place where he was promoted to “Ancient Scholar” was because he wanted to avoid Amon and Chalatu to the greatest extent possible and not to enter the area where the “Mother Tree of Desire” has a wide range of influence. The second reason is that the Berserk Sea is covered by the leftover power of the “God of Death”, which is equivalent to the kingdom of the “Goddess of the Night”, so the ceremony can be effectively covered up if it is really going to make any big noise.
Moreover, this place is very desolate, there are not many creatures, do not have to worry about accidents will affect the innocent …… Klein looked around, began to set up the ceremony, the corresponding materials from the gray fog back to the real world.
Immediately after that, he flipped through the thick ancient historical data, and pulled out the part of the record that he could not be sure of, and could not tell whether it was true or false even by “divination”.
Snapped!
With a shake of his hand, crimson flames rose up and engulfed the stack of papers.
–The auxiliary materials needed for the “Ancient Scholar” magic potion were a large number of authentic ancient historical records, so Klein didn’t want to take the risk of using the ones he couldn’t be sure of, and preferred to have a smaller quantity.
After making his selection, he first poured the blood of the Dog of Forgan into the cauldron, and then put in a few pre-weighed crystals of White Frost.
As soon as the two auxiliary materials came into contact, a light mist immediately rose, and it enveloped the vessel, half a man high and an arm’s width wide.
Klein glanced at it, and following his spiritual intuition, temporarily gave up on adding the last auxiliary material, first letting the secret puppet Enyuni grab the flocculent heart of the Demon Wolf of Mist, and tossed this white mist condensate-like thing into the cauldron.
At the same time that Enyuni’s arm condensed white frost, the mist that filled the vessel became extremely dense and appeared to contract and expand, as if it had its own life force and the heart was slowly beating.
Without hesitation, Klein maneuvered the Secret Puppet Enyuni to pick up the pair of eyeballs of Fugen’s Dogs, and shoved these two dark red flame-like things into the thick mist that was like substance.
The color of that fog darkened rapidly, and Klein couldn’t see the cauldron at its core at all.
He didn’t panic, and very calmly let the other secret puppet throw those real ancient history materials page by page into that dark colored fog.
The fog gradually collapsed inward, and after “digesting” those historical records, it finally fell back into the cauldron like water vapor, turning into a mass of liquid-like gas, dark red in color, almost the size of a baby’s head.
Seeing this scene, Klein took off the pendulum in the cuff of his left wrist, and used the method of “divination” to confirm whether this magic potion was successfully blended.
This time, he got the revelation that the matter was quite dangerous, but barely bearable.
This meant that the magic potion had been successfully prepared.
Even if it is strictly formulated according to the recipe, the Sequence 3 magic potion is equivalent to poison, if you can endure it, you will be promoted, if you can’t, you will go crazy, lose control, and even die a violent death……. Klein gazed at the rapidly rotating citrine pendant counterclockwise for a few seconds, pulled the silver chain up, and rewound it around his left wrist.
His eyes whirled to the magical potion floating inside the cauldron, and a thought flashed greasily through his mind:
”The ‘Trickster Mage’ plays nothing but ‘thrilling,’ ‘horrifying,’ ‘directorial ‘, ‘horror’, ‘director’, ‘incomprehensible ability’ and other key words, there should be its own mysterious, unknown, complex, elusive fate and other elements, the combination of the two aspects together to be the complete ‘Tricky Mage’ …… This one is the style of behavior, and the other is its own attributes ……
”And for me, the origin is so mysterious that I myself have not yet figured out the truth, the experience is so complex that I have already prevented the descent of the true gods and scared the king of angels, and the fate is so elusive that I can’t even see the ‘Serpent of Mercury’ too well, so it is sort of a long time ago to play it out in advance, and naturally digested that part of the magic potion, the No need to summarize the code ……
”This is where the word ‘trick’ really comes into play ……
”Well, the ritual of the ‘Ancient Scholar’ requires a complete detachment from reality for at least 300 years, taking the magic potion after one has become history and does not belong to the current era, my life sealed in a cocoon and hanging above the gray mist was fulfilling and more than enough, but after I became a Krynn, I’ve gone through too many things in the year or so that have been left behind in the current era. Too many things that have left a mark on contemporary times, will it affect the effectiveness of the ritual?
”It should …… Fortunately, it’s been less than two years, the stigma won’t be too deep, it’s barely acceptable, after all, there’s no way I’m going to suspend myself for another 300 years before taking the magic potion …… There’s still more than a decade left before the world ends! !
”Moreover, my mastery of ancient history is definitely far superior to that of any ‘Trickster’, it’s kind of a very effective play in advance, and I can definitely avoid quite a lot of dangers ……”
In the midst of his electric thoughts, Klein took a deep breath and thought no more.
Wearing a silk bowler hat and a double-breasted tweed overcoat, his skin suddenly became transparent, drilling out one worm after another that contained three-dimensional layered symbols.
Those transparent worms moved stupidly as if they were going to crawl into that concentrated mist inside the cauldron, leaving only the empty clothes and hat in place.
Barely able to control such a state, Klein stretched out his right hand stoically and copied the magic potion that the mist was entwined into.
The magic potion seemed to have no weight, and it came to his face lightly.
Klein opened his mouth and fiercely inhaled inward.
The mass of magic potion instantly morphed and elongated into Klein’s mouth, making him feel like he was swallowing a dark red haze.
The transparent worms swarmed back into the body, each tearing off some of the magic potion and swallowing it.
Due to the special form of his own mythological creature, which was both a whole and split into many tiny parts, Klein could only take the magic potion in this way.
Of course, it would be quite a bit simpler if he could harness the incomplete mythological creature form.
Without a sound, Kraven felt a cold sensation spreading through each of the “Spirit Worms”, with a slight burning pain.
A familiar grayish mist appeared in front of his eyes, which could not be seen, and covered the whole world, showing some of Kraven’s past experiences underneath.
These included his creation of the Terror Legends, his conversations with the “Red Angel” evil spirit, his search for Lady Justice to cure the demigod Luca’s signs of loss of control, his hunt for Hwyn Lambeth, his fight against Amon’s doppelganger, his vengeance against Inns Zangwill, his exploration of Calderon, his infiltration of the church of St. Samuel, his travels across the sea, and his attempts to stop St. Samuel from being killed. The events such as exploring Calderon, infiltrating St. Samuel’s Church, traveling across the sea, stopping the “coming of the true Creator”, saving Tingen, and various other details of life in general.
They were entangled with different people and things, very complicated, and became an ocean, and Klein “flew” on it, unable to find a precise and clear enough self-definition, and had a feeling that he was almost lost in this area, and the cold meaning and burning pain drove him to keep moving forward as a means of catharsis, making it difficult for him to return to the The Real World.
Barely able to contain the feeling, Klein struggled to find something to identify himself with as his consciousness drifted into a daze and his body slowly descended.
Finally, he saw a broken speck of light in the depths of the gray fog, at the end of the sea, and in his heart, following his intuition, he flew over with a gesture of traveling to the stars.
Inside that spot of light was a figure suspended on a blurred door of light, he was in a transparent “cocoon”, gently swaying, looking exactly like the original Zhou Mingrui, which had nothing to do with the surroundings, alone, easy to grasp.
I could not see it before with the “Yesterday Revisited” spell, but now I can …… that is to say, during the promotion process, I can indirectly influence the “source fortress” above the gray fog? Wait, my ability to think has been restored …… Klein’s consciousness suddenly cleared up a lot, and finally understood what the essence of the ceremony was.
Eliminate the details of the interference, to become “ancient scholars” to provide a clear and accurate positioning, to prevent the loss!
Following the similar light spots, Klein began to “fly” towards the depths of the gray mist, where he couldn’t see the end, and on the way, he found that there were all kinds of fragments of light scattered in the mist around him, including those from the colonization stage, from the period of Rossel’s rule, and those from the Battle of the Oaths of Reckoning, the War of the White Rose, and the Twenty Years’ War. …… It was all those Fifth Age histories that Klein knew.
While passing through them, Klein’s consciousness naturally diverged, completing the invisible connection and positioning himself more clearly.
The Pale Era, the Battle of the Four Emperors, the Tron Solstice Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, the United Empire, the First and Second Empires of Solomon, the fall of the Red Angel, the “Blood Emperor” becoming a god, and the return of the “Black Emperor”, and other fragments of history surfaced one after the other as Klein continued to go back and forth. In different places of the endless gray fog, they were like stars in the black night sky, illuminating the traveler’s way back.
In this kind of traveling, Klein only felt himself becoming more and more awake, and the cold and burning sensation of each “spirit worm” was getting lighter and lighter.
He could have turned around and returned to the real world, but he didn’t stop, and flew forward unhurriedly.
”The fatal attack of the Redemption Rose, the three angels of Pure White, Storm, and Wisdom eating the ancient Sun God, the conspiracy of the Court of Giants, and the darkness, earth, and the Church of the God of War hiding as a secret organization, and other patches of light flickered one by one in the gray mist, and Crane was able to see them all. The further he traveled, the more relaxed he became, and he had a feeling of “running” so fast that he was about to fly.
At some point, a group of horrible canine-type creatures with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets and short black hair covering their bodies appeared beside him, running wildly through the gray fog where the bottom could not be seen, following on both sides of Kraven, seemingly accompanying and escorting him.
Among them, two of them were one-eyed.
Klein glanced around, smiled, and continued to swim deeper into the gray fog without stopping.
Part of the history of the Second Age, the Age of Twins, and the Age of the First Flame, swept back from him, showing him the way forward. Finally, Klein stopped in front of a solitary fragment of light, which was a withered and decaying forest and a normal-sized tomb. .
As he looked further ahead, the gray mist was silent and dense, and he wondered where the shard of light was floating.
Sensing the depletion of his spirituality, Krynn made no search for it, his consciousness connecting with the locus of his point of departure as he plummeted steeply downward.
As the gray mist faded rapidly, Klein felt his body and saw the cauldron ahead of him.
Without bothering to appreciate his current state, he subconsciously raised his head and looked into midair.
He directly saw the gray mist and the ancient majestic palace above it.
That mysterious space was gently trembling.
……
Berkland, a letter carrier on a bicycle stopped, slightly sidestepped his head, and pressed the monocle in his right eye.
He whirled and whispered to himself:
”Fort Source ……
After being stunned for a few seconds, this young man with a thin face sketched the corners of his mouth and smiled, his expression full of anticipation.
In the eastern district of the same city, inside a rented house, a figure suspended in mid-air gently swayed, and at the same time issued a sound:
”Source Castle ……”
Underneath the ground of St. Samuel’s Church, a slightly aged voice suddenly resounded within the brain of Leonard Mitchell, who was arranging tasks for his team:
”Source Fortress ……”