Part 5 The Red Priests Chapter 135 The Returner

　　As Patrick Blaine chanted, the various skulls around the deep black coffin were gradually tinted with a layer of shadowy green, which blended with the white color of the skulls themselves, bringing out an extreme}human feeling.

　　The “Spirit Dance” became more and more intense, as if the voice from the underworld kept echoing, and the skulls floated up one by one, seemingly possessing their own life force.

　　Then, in a chaotic and orderly manner, they threw themselves at the heavy black coffin, penetrating the lid and entering the inside like no entity.

　　The coffin was transformed into a deep vortex that could never be filled, swelled up in place, and emitted an icy, chilling, and lofty aura that made Patrick Blaine instinctively tremble and bow his head.

　　This is the breath of an angel, a “consul of death”!

　　At this time, the “spirit dance” of the God of Death believers have convulsed and collapsed to the ground, their consciousness became confused, and they had the feeling that they were traveling to the underworld.

　　On the other hand, above the gray mist, “Fool” Klein, who had expanded his field of vision with the help of the secret puppet’s prayer light, was secretly relieved, because the test method adopted by High Priest Hector, the leader of the Spirit Order’s Artificial Death Faction and the angel sleeping in the mausoleum, did not exceed his expectations… -Using the ability of the “Death” pathway to enslave and control the inferior, directly from Patrick Blaine to obtain the information he wanted to know.

　　This is, in a way, a kind of psychological “torture”, and Klein is already quite skillful in dealing with it.

　　He immediately let the “Red Priest” card fly into his hand and entered his body.

　　Suddenly, Klein put on a deep red robe precipitated by blood, rust and smoke, his face had a dark golden mask with ancient stripes, and his head was crowned with a crown inlaid with red, blue and green gems.

　　Then, he mobilized all the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist that he could mobilize, and let them turn into a rolling invisible torrent, surrounded by the paper figures prepared in advance, through the prayer points of light, and ran towards the “undead” Patrick Blaine.

　　At this moment, Patrick, who was trembling and submitting to his teacher’s breath, shivered slightly, as if he saw layers of divine feathers.

　　–Crane hid the specific image of the Flame Angel and only showed it as a partial sensation, that is to say, he interfered with the special effects on his own.

　　A single Sacred Plume covered and swirled away, giving Patrick a disoriented feeling of hallucinating himself.

　　As a Sequence 4 demigod, he quickly came to his senses, realizing that he no longer just wanted to obey, no longer unable to disobey his teacher’s orders, and that his consciousness seemed to have been partially extracted from him, perched high above the world of the mind, calmly looking down on everything.

　　At the same time, as a fanatic, Patrick Blaine did not hesitate to regard the “angel’s embrace” as a gift from the “god of death”, without any doubt.

　　At this time, within the deep vortex formed by the pitch-black coffin, an old and cold voice that made people’s souls seem to be about to leave their bodies came out:

　　”Well done.

　　”What have you gained recently in the matter of awakening God?”

　　Patrick Blaine immediately followed the words given by His Excellency the Favored One, half-truthfully describing his efforts and intentions.

　　After some repartee, the Angel of the Realm of Death on the other side of the vortex, Hector, did not become skeptical and said in a calm tone:

　　”Very well, keep going with it and I will give you my support.”

　　K paused for a moment and mentioned as if offhandedly:

　　”Let me assign you an assistant first, Sequence 5’s ‘caretaker’, so that he can assist you in accomplishing the appropriate matters and reduce your pressure.”

　　Is this what His Excellency the Favored One said about not being at ease with me? Teacher really doesn’t want to see me get God’s favor and threaten K’s position …… Patrick Blaine, who had been influenced by Klein’s little by little influence in his daily communications and had slowly changed his perception, couldn’t refuse such “good intentions” and could only reply with a respectful voice:

　　”Yes, teacher.”

　　As soon as he spoke, the dark vortex unfolded into a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns, making it difficult to describe the exact feeling of the door.

　　With a creak, the door opened and cracked open.

　　Behind the gap was a darkness so deep that it didn’t move a bit, and the depths of the darkness seemed to harbor eye after eye that was silently gazing outside.

　　Just then, a palm reached out and rested on the crack in the door.

　　Its skin was rather pale, and one could see the green veins directly below.

　　As this hand grabbed and pulled, a silhouette leapt out from the doorway.

　　It was a tall, young looking man, wearing robes with red stripes on a black background and pulling his hood up.

　　His face was softly lined, with a brownish complexion, and at first glance he was of Southern Continent ancestry, with relatively good features that only lacked blood color.

　　Stomping on the solid ground beneath his feet, the young man didn’t even look at Patrick Blaine as he lifted his head and looked up into the middle of the sky, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly as he sighed with his eyes half-lidded:

　　”This mesmerizing atmosphere ah ……”

　　As an extraordinary person of the “God of Death” pathway, being ignored by someone lower than himself, Patrick Blaine was undoubtedly a bit annoyed inwardly, but in front of his teacher, he couldn’t say anything, and could only follow the process and end the ceremony step by step.

　　During this process, the “Fool” Kline above the gray fog reacted more fiercely than Patrick.

　　Because he through the gray fog to provide the “true vision”, saw the new “gatekeeper” abnormal!

　　The “gatekeeper’s” “self-underworld” expanded strangely, encompassing every part of his body, and there was only one spirit in that “underworld”, a young and handsome young man with red hair and many traces of decay on his face. There is only one spirit in that “underworld”, a young and handsome spirit with red hair, many traces of decay on his face, a flag mark on his brow, and wearing blood-stained black armor.

　　Klein was not unfamiliar with this spirit at all, and recognized the other party directly:

　　The “Red Angel” evil spirit, Soren Einhorn Medici!

　　This guy has returned to Birkeland, and also has some cooperation with the Spirit Order Artificial Death faction of angels …… Klein instinctively took out the “Red Priest” card, accommodated the “Tyrant” card, ingested the “Tyrant” card, and took in the “Red Angel” card. Instinctively, Klein took out the “Red Priest” card, accommodated the “Tyrant” card, and ingested the “Scepter of Poseidon”, ready to give the “Red Angel” evil spirits a lightning storm, but in a flash of thought, he restrained this impulse and abandoned the corresponding idea.

　　It would expose Patrick Blaine’s problem and make that angel of the realm of death, Hector, guess that something had happened to the artificial god of death!

　　This is not conducive to the “Goddess of the Night” on the “God of Death” pathway “uniqueness” grasp and digestion.

　　In the midst of his thoughts, Klein quickly left the gray mist and returned to the real world, letting the secret puppet quietly but quickly move away from the garment factory and “teleport” with his body.

　　He had originally planned to create some frightening experiences for Patrick Blaine after the ceremony, and had made some preparations in advance, but at this point, he could only give up, so as not to be discovered by the “Red Angel” evil spirits.

　　Inside the garment factory, the young “janitor” possessed by Søren Einhorn Medici pulled his hood a little lower and turned his head slightly, looking somewhere outside.

　　It was the spot where Krynn’s secret puppet, Chunas Korg, had been hiding, nearly a kilometer away from the garment factory.

　　After a few seconds of staring, a not-so-subtle smile appeared on the young “gatekeeper’s” face.

　　Patrick Blaine was about to open his mouth, knocking the teacher’s messenger for a few words in his capacity as the head of the Spirit Order’s Artificial Death faction, Becklander, when inspiration suddenly struck him, and with a strange turn of his body, he turned his gaze to another building within the garment factory.

　　On the second floor of that building, behind the glass window of a certain room, a pair of emotionless black eyes were gazing this way.

　　Patrick Blaine’s eyelids jumped and his body suddenly disappeared.

　　Well!

　　The cold wind was so strong that the glass window rotted silently and crumbled into countless “snowflakes” without any movement.

　　Inside the corresponding room, a black robed, thin-faced Patrick emerged and saw that the owner of those cold black eyes was a crudely made clay mannequin.

　　Who made the doll …… Who moved it here? Patrick Blaine looked around rather cautiously, not sparing any corner.

　　Just as he cast his eyes down the corridor and angled his body towards the glassless window, the crude clay figure’s dark eyes suddenly swiveled, and then it raised its hands and grabbed at Patrick’s neck.

　　Just halfway through this action, the clay figure seemed to have lost its support and no longer had any vitality, and many cracks appeared on its surface, instantly disintegrating into a pile of broken pieces.

　　Patrick Blaine’s figure first disappeared, and then appeared in the corridor, gazing at the collapsed clay mannequin as if he was an enemy.

　　At that instant just now, he was really startled, although spirit-related was also full of all sorts of weird and frightening things, it was still quite terrifying for a mannequin to suddenly come to life without the influence exerted by an outside spirit.

　　The broken pieces of the clay figure lay there quietly, without a single movement again, Patrick Blaine waited patiently for a while, finally confirming that there was no longer any abnormality here.

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

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

　　Patrick Blaine looked around, but could not spot the young “watchman” sent by his teacher, who had left the area at some point.

　　Wasn’t he here to spy on me? The demigod of the “Death” path was at a loss.

　　Considering that he had just discovered something unusual – the living clay figure – Patrick Blaine did not delay any longer, and rushed to wake up the believers, clean up the scene, and dispose of the traces.

　　When he was done with that, he suddenly heard a voice:

　　”Is this garment factory yours?”

　　Patrick Blaine’s figure instantly disappeared and reappeared, already facing the person who spoke, which was the young “caretaker” who had gone somewhere before.

　　”No.” Patrick said with a slight frown.

　　How could he possibly do these things within his own garment factory, there would be no way back if he was exposed?

　　”Not too stupid ……” The young “janitor” gently nodded.

　　Patrick’s eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, forced anger:

　　”Where did you go just now?”

　　The young “janitor” heatedly smiled and said:

　　”Wandered around familiar places and met a friend.”