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Chapter 521 Battle on the Sea

This seems to be the twisted ability of the "Black Emperor" path? Above the gray fog, Klein, who saw the scene just now through "spiritual communication", was making a judgment in his mind.

The light blue glow in the eyes of the prophet's clone instantly brightened a bit, and the little brass-colored glimmers outlined one mysterious symbol after another around him, eventually evolving into a seal-like projection.

As the seal took shape, a burst of bright but not dazzling light golden light erupted around him. He immediately chanted in a low voice in dragon language:

"Notarization: Invalid!"

With the establishment of "Notarization", the melodious singing voice that had become weak and covered by the wind became clear again. The melodious and clear singing voice made the pirates on the "One-Eyed Skull" fall into intoxication again.

On the sea not far away, the prophet's clone was walking on the sea as if walking on flat ground. Only the soles of the boots on his feet were slightly sunken.

This is the blessing from Klein above the gray mist. Holding the Poseidon Scepter, he can exert the power of this path at the demigod level to a limited extent.

As he stepped forward, another seal-like projection appeared in front of him, blooming brightly.

"Notarization: Valid!"

As he chanted, the melodious singing that echoed in the surrounding sea suddenly intensified, becoming clearer, more melodious, and even more fascinating.

The next moment, an obscure wave spread out from the cabin of the "One-Eyed Skull", and wherever it passed, all the sounds became chaotic.

The originally noisy and cascading sound of the waves suddenly became sweet, and the originally melodious singing became sharp and harsh, making people want to cover their ears.

Above the gray fog, Klein keenly noticed some changes on the sea surface. He quickly transferred his vision to the prophet clone.

On the sea, the prophet's clone suddenly stopped. Klein transferred the image in his mind, and coupled with the prophet's own insight and intuition, he roughly understood what the hidden demigod was doing.

"He is tampering with some rules to create a fighting environment that is beneficial to himself."

"The best way to deal with guys who like to exploit loopholes is to violently dismantle them."

While murmuring in a low voice, the crystal ball held in the prophet's left hand suddenly became bright and transparent, and the blue starlight moved according to a certain pattern.

The next moment, he raised his right hand and poured spiritual energy into the transparent crystal ball.

Pieces of stars were floating around him in violation of the laws of physics. The gravity of the surrounding sea seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Sea water poured into the air instantly. The "One-Eyed Skeleton" was like an almost weightless feather, swaying with the sea water. Floating precariously into the air.

This state only lasted less than a second, and the almost disappearing gravity suddenly increased, bringing the seawater and the "One-Eyed Skull" back to the sea surface.

Suddenly, a huge lightning that illuminated the surrounding sea struck down and went straight to the upper cabin of the "One-Eyed Skull", which was the source of all distortion and chaos.

Boom!

Electric snakes began to scurry around, red flames rose from the wooden cabin, and the deafening thunder echoed in the ears of the pirates who were lying all over the ship.

Immediately afterwards, silver-white lightning with claws spread out one after another fell densely, covering the entire "One-Eyed Skull", and some of the silver-white lightning struck somewhere in the cabin with great purpose.

At the moment when the cabin was about to be hit, several thick lightning bolts that were almost intertwined suddenly separated. They separated against the laws of nature and sank close to the cabin into the surrounding sea water, causing the nearby sea surface to light up instantly. There were tiny sizzling electric snakes everywhere.

Before the pirates on the "One-Eyed Skull" could recover from this series of events, many of them had already died in the lightning attack just now.

There were several corpses lying on the deck that were all charred and black, like burnt wood. Those who were lucky enough to survive were also twitching from the electric snakes wandering around, with their hair standing on end, with a bit of burnt hair. smell.

The "Sea King" should have noticed the movement here and is on his way here. I will lure the demigod out, and you can find an opportunity to directly strike a fatal blow.

Okay, you remember to let the "Siren" hiding under the sea take advantage of the situation to grab a few pirates. Klein, who was above the gray mist, responded while waving the Poseidon Scepter in his hand.

The sound of the storm blowing around suddenly became clear and crisp, half sharp, as if it could pierce the eardrums and penetrate the brain, and half low, as if beating the heart rhythmically.

This brought an extremely bad experience to the pirates on the ship. They were dizzy, and the blood in their bodies surged rapidly, as if they could spit it out from their mouths and noses at any time.

This state did not last long. The sharp wind sound quickly became softer, and the deep sound became gentle and continued to decrease, all of which lost their original effect.

The glimmer of brass color outlined a scale-like pattern in front of the prophet's clone, with an indescribable sense of majesty.

He stared at the "One-Eyed Skull" in front of him with burning eyes, and chanted the words in dragon language in a low voice:

"exile!"

An invisible majestic force appeared out of thin air below the sailboat, and directly lifted the huge sailboat away. Under the huge force, the sailboat almost disintegrated.

Amidst the whimpering, a strong wind suddenly became fierce and turned into a hurricane that exceeded its own limits. It forcefully caught the "One-Eyed Skull" in mid-air and pushed it towards the open sea. On the sea below, the prophet's clone watched this scene calmly. The silvery white in his eyes gradually faded, and the light blue glow flowed again, outlining a mysterious symbol composed of layers of illusory doors.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared on the "One-Eyed Skull" that was wrapped in a hurricane in mid-air.

Little bits of brass-colored light wandered around the ship, as if exploring something or changing something.

A pattern similar to a scale formed in front of him, emitting a light brown hazy light, which gave his voice an indescribable majesty:

"No bending of the rules here!"

"No chaos rules here!"

Although two consecutive "bans" are not enough to directly erase the opponent's demigod's extraordinary ability, it also effectively reduces the opponent's "distortion" and "chaos" effects.

The hurricane that enveloped the "One-Eyed Skull" returned to normal. It was no longer enough to lift the entire sailboat, and the feeling of weightlessness suddenly spread to everyone on board.

Before the demigod hiding on the ship could react and make the right response, the prophet's clone once again simulated the ability of the "law mage" and spoke in a low voice in dragon language:

"exile!"

Somewhere in the upper cabin, invisible power surged, directly tearing the void apart, and with strong pulling force, all nearby objects were thrown into the void, to no one knew where.

The prophet's clone's body suddenly moved forward uncontrollably, and, pulled by an invisible force, crashed into the crack that tore the void apart.

As his body got closer, he could clearly see the figure who was still struggling to hold on:

He has black hair, golden eyes, and a straight dress. He is a mature and elegant handsome man with a typical Loen appearance. He does not look old, only about thirty years old, but his hairline has receded beyond his age. .

The prophet's clone did not lift the "exile" as the other party expected. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he muttered in a low voice:

"exile!"

An invisible majestic force suddenly erupted, lifting the two of them into the air and crashing into the crack that tore apart the space.

boom!

The next moment the two figures disappeared, a loud explosion-like sound exploded around them.

That was a terrifying sonic boom mixed with the whimpering sound of the wind realm!

"Sea King" Yan Cotman, who was still on the way, took action from a distance. On the sea, he was definitely the saint closest to the angels.

A terrifyingly powerful spirit "scans" the surroundings, looking for every abnormality.

The "One-Eyed Skull" disintegrated directly in this sonic boom. The deck was cracked inch by inch, countless wooden planks were scattered, and the mast that was originally propped up was broken into several pieces. Only a frame supported by the keel remained in the entire hull.

The pirates on the ship fell into the sea along with the scattered ones, and their mouths, noses, and ears had gurgling red blood.

Most of the pirates had already passed out, and a few Extraordinaries with a slightly higher sequence were also dizzy and unable to offer any resistance.

Under the sea, several dark and slippery tentacles suddenly poked out. These tentacles rolled up several semi-conscious pirates with great purpose and pulled them into the cold sea water.

As if feeling the provocation, an angry will descended across the long distance.

The dark clouds in the sky cracked or condensed rapidly, and eyebrows and mouth grew, forming a human face, the face of Yan Cotman.

His anger turned into a howling wind, mixed with the whimpers of the wind realm, like sonic booms superimposed on top of each other.

At the same time, there were streaks of silvery white moving in the clouds, condensing into thick silvery white lightning, and striking down together with the sonic boom.

Above the gray mist, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly. What kind of person would create what kind of magical items? Even his provocative style was exactly the same as his own.

While slandering, he quickly poured spirituality into the Poseidon's scepter, and competed with "Poseidon" Yan Coatman for control of lightning and storms.

The angry lightning in the sky suddenly dispersed and turned into countless tiny electric snakes scurrying across the sea. The sonic booms that were pressing down also lost their power and turned into a whimpering wind blowing across the sea.

In the sky, the eyes and mouth of the human face torn out from the clouds shone with dazzling silver and made a crackling sound, as if anger was completely ignited.

An attack full of destruction and violence was brewing in the clouds, and at the same time, a spirit filled with rage kept "scanning" the surroundings, trying to find the guy who was secretly fighting for control of the storm.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 522 Provocation

Above the gray fog, Klein very rationally gave up his plan to compete with "Sea King" for control of the storm.

He put down the Poseidon's scepter, reached out and fetched a crudely cut paper man from the pile of debris, and used the characteristics of the "Conqueror" to create a paper man angel covered in flames.

Following the mark left by the prophet's clone on the "Siren", he gave the "Siren" hiding under the sea the blessing of a paper angel.

Then he picked up the Poseidon scepter on the side and gave it some blessings from the ocean realm to help it avoid the "Sea King"'s glance at this sea area.

After doing all this, Klein sat back on the high-backed chair behind him and let out a long sigh of relief.

I hope it won't be found by the "Sea King", otherwise there won't even be a chance to rebuild it.

I, a half-hearted "Poseidon", can barely exert some power by relying on this gray mist and Poseidon's scepter. Compared with the current "Poseidon", he is nothing more than a child who has just begun to develop and a healthy adult. compared to people.

As he sighed, the picture condensed by the crimson light shook slightly, became very blurry, and the picture also appeared strangely distorted.

"Huh? What's going on? That 'Sea King''s mental scan is not enough to cause such a strong reaction."

"Has an angel cast its gaze over? Church of Storms? Or just passing by? No, this doesn't seem to contain any will. Is it a '0' level sealed object?"

While muttering to himself, Klein decisively ended his observation of that sea area and followed the "spiritual communication" connection to another sea area.

The sky above the sea was empty, except for the howling wind and the crimson moonlight.

Klein saw more above the gray mist. Under his real vision, he saw a patchwork of intertwined green vines, layer upon layer, forming a green forest.

"captivity!"

While reciting the dragon language in a low voice, the prophet's clone raised his hand and pushed forward, creating a flowing transparent liquid that was extremely viscous, as if forming a huge amber, and the black-haired golden-eyed man was , the "Black Emperor" wearing a black dress was tightly wrapped by the demigod and restrained in place.

The black-haired and golden-eyed demigod raised his hand calmly. The "imprisonment" effect that was close to that of a demigod was like paper in front of him. It shattered with a slight tug.

"Are you from the Castile family?"

While speaking, the dark red glow in his eyes slowly flowed, and he clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it forward forcefully.

The distance between the two became chaotic at this moment. The original distance of tens of meters was shortened to less than one step, and the ordinary fist was "magnified" into a fatal blow.

The pupils of the prophet's clone shrank slightly, and his body suddenly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of foam under the fatal fist.

These foams reflect colorful colors, scatter in all directions, and disappear in an instant.

His figure reappeared a hundred meters away behind the black-haired demigod.

Little bits of brass-colored light spread around, outlining one strange symbol after another, constantly strengthening the space and repairing the loopholes caused by "chaos".

The light blue glow in the eyes of the prophet's clone was bright all around, and an indescribable sense of majesty emanated from him, like a terrifying existence that could easily dominate other people's lives.

Under this level of majesty, the black-haired demigod was briefly shocked on the spot, and felt a great sense of fear in his heart for no reason. He couldn't help but want to lower his head, even wanted to crawl, and wanted to listen to every word of the other party. Follow each other's every command.

Without any hesitation, he transferred his negative state to the prophet clone through "gift".

The prophet's clone suddenly lost its fighting spirit, and the mysterious scale-like symbol that had just been formed in front of it suddenly collapsed.

call out!call out!

Several thin and sharp wind blades suddenly cut through the air and shot out.

The thin wind blade was suddenly "magnified" dozens of times in mid-air, with a sharp cutting feeling, plowing out several half-meter-wide ravines on the ground made of intertwined green vines.

Almost in the blink of an eye, these wind blades submerged the location where the prophet's clone was, cutting his body into pieces of pale yellow confetti.

His figure appeared more than ten meters away, the light blue glow flowing in his eyes looked very dim, and his whole person seemed a little listless.

At this moment, various dark and depressing thoughts began to surface in his heart, and he fell into extreme self-contradiction.

Just using the paper man avatar to dodge the attack was already a bit of a boost of energy.

At this moment, a thick gray mist suddenly poured out from before his eyes, and a tall angel appeared with twelve pairs of flame wings on his back and a thick full-body armor stained with red blood and rust.

Wings burning with red flames enveloped him layer by layer, grafting the negative influence on him to an unknown place.

The light blue glow flowed in his eyes, outlining a symbol composed of layers of illusory doors.

The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from where it was.

boom!

A thick silver lightning appeared where he was standing just now, ignoring the distance.

A deep pit was blown out of the green vines on the ground, which became charred black. Tiny silver-white electric snakes swam around, making a sizzling sound. About a hundred meters behind the black-haired demigod, the prophet's clone suddenly appeared, with little brass-colored glimmers of light outlining a scale-like pattern in front of him. His voice spoke with an indescribable sense of majesty:

"Bending the rules is prohibited here!"

"No bribery here!"

"Corruption is prohibited here!"

"here."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly became confused, as if he was slurring his words, and the subsequent "forbidden words" could never be formed.

At the same time, a nameless rage suddenly surged in his heart, wanting to violently tear apart everything around him.

The strong anger made it difficult for him to even think. He just wanted to tear and kill the person in front of him at all costs.

His breathing became heavy, and the light blue flowing in his eyes swayed with the violent fluctuations of emotions.

The prophet's clone exhaled heavily, relying on its own rationality to temporarily suppress the anger that was "amplified" by the "gift".

Around him, there were constant glimmers of brass color, outlining strange and mysterious symbols that carried the aura of the solar realm.

The shimmer of brass gradually turned to brilliant gold, getting brighter and hotter.

At the same time, he half-opened his arms, as if embracing the gift of the gods, and recited devoutly:

"sun!"

Golden flames with scorching heat suddenly ignited out of thin air all around. They entangled and intertwined with each other to form a huge pure ball of light, and burst out with blazing light and heat, containing everything around it, igniting and Destroy everything.

In the blazing white light and fire, an abnormal hole appeared, and the surrounding light and flames twisted around it spontaneously.

As the surrounding green vines were ignited, a loophole that could be exploited finally appeared in this space.

"A little anger and inner darkness are enough to make people behave irrationally."

The black-haired demigod sighed with a smile, and the dark red in his eyes became a little more intense.

With the cooperation of the surrounding light, fire and green vines, a passage out of this space appeared.

Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, his figure flickered strangely for a few times, and he immediately left the space.

Feeling the cold sea breeze blowing on his face and the crimson moonlight, a familiar and majestic dragon language suddenly echoed in his ears:

"captivity!"

Layer after layer of transparent walls emerged out of thin air, solidifying him in place.

He raised his hand and wanted to directly distort the intensity of his extraordinary ability again as before, and then tear into pieces the invisible barrier that imprisoned him around him.

A blazing white and lavender flame spear suddenly appeared, falling from a high altitude, like an unstoppable meteor, which continued to magnify in the eyes of the black-haired demigod, getting closer and closer.

He just stood there in a daze, as if he was frightened and had no idea how to respond. If you look carefully, you can find that his pupils are shrinking extremely slowly, as if his own time has been slowed down.

This state did not last long, and he quickly used his extraordinary abilities to end the negative effects on him ahead of time.

After a short delay, the flaming spear, which was like a falling meteor, was already close. In his horrified eyes, the flaming spear instantly penetrated his head.

This is an attack blessed with "Harvest". Even if the intensity is weakened by his ability to use "Distortion", after hitting the vital point, it still achieves a fatal blow effect.

A powerful spirit also "scanned" over at this moment, with anger that was almost solidified, making the surrounding wind become much more intense.

The prophet's clone stepped forward without any hesitation. His figure flickered and appeared directly next to the body of the black-haired demigod. He grabbed him with one hand and drew the symbols of the illusory door in mid-air with the other hand.

The brass-colored shimmer moved quickly around, outlining several illusory doors filled with mysterious symbols.

In the sky, thick dark clouds quickly gathered and broke apart, forming eyebrows, eyes and mouths.

The silvery white lightning filled with the aura of destruction slanted down from the mouth and nose of the human face formed by the dark clouds, like a silver forest with the aura of violence and destruction, illuminating the entire sea area.

The prophet's clone dragged the body of the black-haired demigod and looked at the human face in the sky, waved to him, and then randomly selected an illusory door to enter.

As soon as he stepped into the illusory door with his front feet, silvery white lightning enveloped the surroundings with his back legs. Some of them rushed into the illusory doors and were sent to unknown places, and some fell around.

The illusory doors only lasted for a moment before being annihilated by the lightning storm and shattered into little blue shimmers.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 523 Harvest and Channeling

Near Simim Island, there was a sea area covered with rocks. During the crashing waves, several pirates were washed up on the rocks.

The clothes on their bodies were loose and loose, as if someone had roughly untied them. Their lips were slightly open, showing a very uniform silly smile. There was thick and transparent saliva flowing out of the corners of their mouths. They didn't feel the sea water pouring into their mouths, and their faces were still wet. Abnormal flushing.

Another wave passed by, and after the high splashing water fell, there was an enchanting figure on the reef not far away. Her black hair was spread softly, spreading to her waist. Her hair was very thick, and there was The thickness of a baby's little finger is like a living tentacle.

Her exposed skin had a layer of faint scarlet tattoos, like strange symbols or a layer of fine scales hidden under the skin.

Her lower body was immersed in the cold and dark water, making it difficult to see clearly, but one could only feel that she was an extremely attractive woman.

She leaned on the rocks, her eyes lingering on the pirates whose faces were flushed, and then looked away with a look of disgust.

Bits of brass-colored light suddenly emerged from the void and quickly traveled through the air, outlining an illusory door full of mysterious symbols.

A headless corpse wearing a burnt black and tattered suit fell out of it, with a little bit of mixed black and dark red fluorescence emanating from his body.

Then the prophet's clone also walked out of the door of illusion. There was a scorched black mark with a slight red glow on his left arm.

This was the damage caused by the lightning that entered the Illusionary Gate. Although he used the demigod's corpse as a shield at the first time, his left hand pulling the corpse still suffered some damage.

The prophet's clone simulated the ability of the "Wind Blessed One", summoning a swirling strong wind, and lifted his body to fall steadily to the rocks.

Then he spread his spirituality, stretched out his hand to draw a symbol representing secrets in mid-air, and at the same time recited a mantra in dragon language in a low voice:

"secret!"

A layer of night with a sense of tranquility suddenly fell, covering the entire reef.

After doing all this, he had the energy to look at the captured pirates.

The prophet's clone's calm eyes swept over them, taking in all their conditions. Finally, his eyes fell on their crotches, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

They are basically useless. The abnormal flushing on their faces is not only due to over-excitement, but also because they have been infected with diseases, are suffering from fever, kidney and other organ failure, pneumonia, blood diseases, and their mental state does not seem to be right and cannot be saved. , at least it must be a "life refining" level method.

Then he turned his head and looked at the "Siren" half-lying on another rock. The other person also looked back with a smile, his expression full of bewilderment and the power to enchant people's hearts.

Snapped! The prophet's clone raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Dots of light blue fluorescence floated like an insect swimming in the air. It quickly submerged the body of the "Siren" and turned her back into a palm-sized black figure. .

The moment the figure was formed, it automatically flew into the hands of the prophet's clone, violating the laws of nature.

He lowered his head and looked at the figure in his hand. Its expression still had a bewitching smile, but it felt more satisfied.

"I came in such a hurry that I haven't given you a name yet. It's not Fishtail. It seems a bit inappropriate to call you Siren."

When the prophet clone lowered his head and muttered to himself, Klein's voice was transmitted to Renekton's mind through "spiritual communication":

"Don't worry about the name. I have used the Poseidon Scepter several times in a row, and also used the "Conqueror" attribute. My spirituality can no longer support it. Remember to collect the remaining pirate spirits. I will use them for channeling later. ."

Before the prophet clone could reply, Klein unilaterally cut off the "spiritual communication."

Realizing that the "spiritual communication" had been disconnected, the prophet's clone shrugged and turned his attention back to the demigod corpse that was extracting characteristics.

He rubbed his fingers gently, creating little brassy shimmers, which quickly moved over the corpse, outlining one mysterious symbol after another.

The speed at which the corpse's characteristics were extracted suddenly accelerated, and within half a minute, those extraordinary characteristics were aggregated:

Pieces of black crystals mixed with dark red, clustered irregularly into a strange crown, with a dark red eye in the middle.

He put the precipitated "Fallen Earl" characteristics into the prepared square iron box and sealed it. Then he took out several light brown glass vials, poured out the prepared herbal powder inside, and recited the incantation in a low voice. .

The surrounding spirits that had not completely dispersed solidified in mid-air, melted into drops of translucent liquid, and were collected into glass bottles.

After doing all this, he took two steps forward, bent down and took off the black leather gloves on the corpse's right hand. The gloves had blue lines like layers of ocean waves.

The moment the black leather gloves were held in his hand, the prophet clone felt his own anger swelling.

The negative effects are quite serious. Just holding it makes people fall into a state of irritability and anger. In this case, it is easy to act impulsively and irrationally. While sighing, a cold light blue flashed in his eyes. , with a hint of rational indifference. He held the glove in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. The silvery haze in his eyes gradually faded away, and he roughly analyzed the effect of this magical item:

The "Wind Blessed" corresponding to the sixth sequence of the "Storm" path has the ability to create "wind blades", control strong winds, glide, float, fly and control water. It has excellent extraordinary abilities in the fields of wind and water.

The negative effects are: it will cause the holder to be easily struck by lightning, and be easily attacked by monsters in the deep sea or in the dark. It will make the holder into a state of irritability and anger, and it will accumulate little by little. If this emotion cannot be vented in time, it may leading to loss of control.

The extraordinary ability he possesses is not strong for a demigod, and has many negative effects, but it is just right for a demigod of the "Black Emperor" path. He can reduce the negative effects on himself. By minimizing the distortion, it can also be "gifted" to the enemy, and the wind blade with the "amplified" effect can easily reach the demi-god level of lethality.

Because he did not prepare enough small iron boxes in advance, he directly put the gloves in the pocket of his coat, relying on his rational state to suppress the influence of irritability and anger.

Then he turned his attention to the three pirates lying on the rocks not far away. They were riddled with diseases and couldn't hold on even before the prophet's clone took action. Dots of light blue and red light emitted from their bodies.

After a short stay, he collected the separated characteristics and sealed spirits, simulated the creation of the "Traveler's Gate", and then left the sea area.

Without the cover of secrecy, "Aquaman" Yan Cotman's spirit "scanning" the entire sea area quickly discovered this place.

After a short period of time, he rode the strong wind and arrived here.

His eyes were cold, he looked around full of anger, and whispered to himself:

"The people who took away Kaweituwa's characteristics are still in the Rhoad Islands"

Above the gray fog, Renekton nodded to Klein, and then turned his attention to the table in front of him.

In addition to the crystal ball that he had sent to the prophet's clone before, there was one more thing there:

A strange crown composed of black crystals mixed with dark red irregularly clustered together, with a dark red eye in the middle.

It has a strange sense of majesty and evil. The dark red on the black crystal interweaves into a strange pattern. It seems to follow the normal rules, but it is full of contradictory connotations. It seems to hide a lot of madness and madness. confusion.

His gaze suddenly became profound, and he looked at the strange crown in front of him for a while. He slowly looked back until he could see all the details.

When he looked like he was thinking, Klein was the first to speak:

"You plan to bring this characteristic to the God-Forsaken Land? Why? There should be no shortage of monsters and characteristics there?"

"I've been encountering Amon a lot recently. I need this ability to bend and use the rules, at least to a certain extent, to counter his 'deception'."

Renekton raised his head slightly and leaned against the back of the chair. He was not very confident in saying this.

Klein was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"What if he directly steals this characteristic, or the magical item on your body?"

".You'd better hope for my order." Renekton's mouth twitched slightly.

Klein changed the subject with a slight embarrassment: "I have already channeled the pirates and the demigod on the 'One-Eyed Skull'."

After a pause, he organized his words a little, and then continued:

"That demigod is a major general in the Loen Kingdom's military, named Charles. He represents a faction of the royal family and the military cooperates with the Witch Sect to collect and traffic humans at sea. He is responsible for the safety of pirate ships transporting people at sea. , and when necessary, will also be responsible for silencing them and erasing the traces of the royal family."

"He himself is a Sequence 4 'Fallen Earl' of the 'Black Emperor' path, but I remember that Loen's military only mastered part of the formula of this path, which does not include Sequence 4 and above."

"Unless Solomon, the Transost family, or the 'King of the Five Seas' Nast are also involved."

While speaking, he cast a questioning look at Renekton.

Renekton leaned on the back of his chair, playing with the characteristics of the "Fallen Earl", and said:

"'King of the Five Seas' Nast is also a descendant of the Solomon family, but he will not be involved in human trafficking. This will not do him any good. As a pirate king, he does not lack the money. "

"Moreover, his current focus should be on perfecting the rituals needed to advance to Sequence Two and finding the corresponding potion materials."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 524 Monday

Klein listened in silence, recalling his previous encounter with the "King of the Five Seas" Nast:

He is indeed chasing the Black Emperor card and the opportunity for promotion. The rules he established at sea have basically met the requirements of the "Duke of Entropy" promotion ceremony. In this case, his own promotion must be more important, unless Lu It is obviously unlikely that the Royal Family or the Witch Cult can directly use the "Duke of Entropy" trait.

After a moment of silence, he continued to ask:

"Who do you think is the collaborator between the Loen Kingdom and the Witch Sect?"

Renekton kept playing with the strange crown in his hand, and said in a calm voice:

"It's impossible to be sure. There are more or less people who have mastered the complete 'Black Emperor' path potion formula. In addition to the descendants of the Solomon and Trunsoest families, there are also vampires and those from the Third Age. , the old guys who survived the Fourth Age."

"For example, the original witch has seen someone who desecrated the slate. She has lived for so long. She must have killed some saints and angels of the 'Black Emperor' path. It is not surprising that she has mastered the high-sequence formula of this path. ."

"Those who can cooperate with the Kingdom of Loen and the Witch Sect will certainly not have a low status. No one can exclude them."

Klein nodded clearly, temporarily ignored the topic, and continued:

"Those pirates didn't know many things, and what impressed them most was the restricted scene in the sea."

"They only followed the orders of the 'Crazy Captain' Connors Victor. They knew nothing except that their boss was conducting human trafficking. They had no idea that there was a demigod hidden on the ship."

Renekton wasn't surprised. With the help of a group of spectators, it would have been strange if the clues had been found so easily.

Putting down the strange crown in his hand, he muttered and said:

"The 'Crazy Captain' has most likely fallen into the hands of the Church of Storms, and the effect is not much worse. After all, aren't you going to report it to the Church after you get the information?"

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and then he made a final conclusion:

"Basically, I didn't get any new effective information during this trip. Apart from knowing that there is a third-party force that has the high-sequence magic potion formula of the 'Black Emperor' path."

With a sigh, he added:

"What are you going to do with the remaining extraordinary characteristics and magical items? They respectively correspond to the 'Rageful People' and 'Sailors' in the storm path, and the other one is the 'Hunter'."

"The 'Crazy Captain' doesn't have many Extraordinaries under his command. When you asked the 'Silk' to capture people, you were already focused on their characteristics, right?"

Renekton spread his hands and defended himself:

"This has nothing to do with me. It may be that it feels that these three extraordinary beings are stronger and can better meet its needs."

After a pause, he continued:

"I have taken away the characteristics of the 'Fallen Earl', and the rest are yours. You can use them to create several magical items, or you can choose to sell them directly. It just so happens that this week's Tarot meeting is this afternoon."

"The Loen military demigod is a bit poor. He must have been promoted not long ago. His relic only has a magical item corresponding to the 'Wind Blessed One'. It has a strong negative effect and cannot be used."

"I suggest you smash it into characteristics directly, and then go to the sea to find a fish to feed it, so that you can herd a 'Wind Blessed'. On the sea, the ability of the Wind Blessed is still very practical."

Klein listened silently, then complained: "Your ideas are very novel, no wonder you can be friends with Frank."

Finally, he continued to add:

"How should I smash the magical item? Mr. Azik has not fully recovered yet, and he should not be able to exert his angelic power."

Renekton leaned back in his chair and spoke in a leisurely voice:

"It's just a simple thing for them to hold a ceremony and ask for some power from the 'Hidden Sage' or the 'Night Goddess'."

"Or, you can also find Bernadette, she is already a 'sage'.

"By the way, I'm running out of food. I need you to prepare some fresh food for me later, as well as two brass lanterns."

"Okay." Klein nodded gently.

After getting the specific details of the ceremony from Renekton, he ended the brief meeting.

In the land abandoned by the gods, Renekton repaired for a period of time in the ruins of a city with only broken walls, until Klein sent a notice that everything he needed was ready.

He then used the remaining materials to arrange a simple ceremony, taking out the extraordinary properties of the "Fallen Earl", the crystal ball he used as a lighting tool, food for the next few days, and two brass lanterns. come out.

After finishing the ritual of praying for blessings, the shadows under his feet squirmed and surged up like water, swallowing up everything on the ground and transferring it to the shadow world.

After doing all this, Renekton held the lantern in one hand and the extraordinary characteristics of the "Fallen Earl" in the other. The deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes flowed, outlining one mysterious symbol after another.

Behind him, a somewhat incomplete ring made of gears and chains emerged.

The ring rotated slowly, and in the middle, a pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes suddenly opened, holding countless bright stars.

With a cold feeling of knowing everything and ignoring everything, there is a suppressed madness. The appearance of these eyes made Renekton's aura suddenly rise, and the coldness and madness in his eyes gradually became stronger.

During this process, he felt a vague call from the east, which seemed to be there but not at all. It was more like his own intuition than a tangible voice and feeling.

He quickly calmed down, and while he could still resist the erosion of the divinity in the "Sage" trait, he squeezed his left hand with the "Fallen Earl" trait hard, and bits of bright starlight overflowed from his hand. Come, accompanied by the crisp sound of crystal breaking.

The extraordinary characteristics that had been polymerized were shattered bit by bit, turning into dark and dark red light spots, which merged with the bright stars that emerged around them, and slowly, with a strange rhythm, merged into the brass lantern held in his right hand. among.

The originally ordinary lantern was stretched and deformed, gradually becoming exquisite and a bit heavy. The brass-colored surface gradually became dim, and a vague, extremely asymmetrical shape appeared on the transparent glass lampshade. There are irregular patterns, and in the middle of these patterns is an eye full of evil feelings.

It lasted less than half a minute, and the characteristics of the "Fallen Earl" were completely integrated into the lantern.

The slowly rotating ring behind Renekton quickly became transparent until it disappeared.

He looked at the greatly changed lantern in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, but subconsciously took a few steps back, unable to help but want to stay away from the crackling fire in front of him.

"The negative effect is that he is afraid of fire?" He murmured in a low voice, holding back the discomfort in his heart, and returned his gaze to the dark copper lantern held in his right hand.

Fortunately, it's just about integrating the precipitated characteristics into other items. I don't need the power of an angel to do it. I just need to deliberately guide it to make the formed magical items evolve in the direction I want. I have previous experience in creating magical items. This isn't too difficult for me.

While sighing in his heart, his eyes suddenly became dark, obviously losing focus and looking confused.

He quickly understood the magical effects and negative effects of the lantern in his hand. It was okay, not outrageous, but not great either. As expected, the creation of magical items still had to be left to the 'artisans'.

"A lantern that never goes out, whether it is positive or negative, its impact is limited to the range of light radiation."

"The core abilities of 'Fallen Earl', 'chaos' and 'distortion' are retained. 'Amplification' and 'utilization' are more restricted. They can only act on the effects created by their own extraordinary abilities, and cannot retain the 'gift' extraordinary ability."

"There are three negative effects: First, as the use time increases, the user's mind will gradually become darker and greedier, and it is easy to make irrational choices. If its extraordinary ability is used, this process will continue. accelerate;

Second, it makes the user afraid of flames, except for the flames of the lantern itself;

Third, within the scope of the light, any behavior of giving or requesting will have negative effects on oneself, such as being inactive, being greedy and eager, or losing fighting spirit, or being able to focus only on money."

Renekton held the lantern in his right hand and remained silent for a while. He did not feel any obvious changes in his mind. After a pause, he turned his attention to a building not far away that was made of bluestone and resembled a temple. Most of it collapsed.

boom!

The building that was still standing there suddenly seemed to have become fragile and the structure was no longer stable, and collapsed suddenly.

Lightning flashed across the sky very frequently during this period, and Renekton could clearly see the dust several meters high rising from the ruins ahead.

Feeling the faint greed rising in his heart, Renekton estimated that if he kept fighting at a high intensity, for at least one minute, his inner dark emotions and thoughts would be serious enough to affect his judgment and fighting, even if he lowered his level. The frequency of use can only last for three minutes at most.

"The best match for this magical item is the 'Black Knight''s 'Fallen Shadow' ability. Once the dark thoughts in the heart reach a certain limit, the fallen thoughts in the heart will be directly separated and combined with the shadow to form an uncontrollable of independent organisms and then clean them up."

"The 'virtual personality' of the 'manipulator' should also work, but it is easy to get out of control, causing one's own schizophrenia or even losing control."

"We still have to let the prophet clone stationed in the southern continent go to the saints of the Aurora Society to analyze the ability of the 'Fallen Shadow' and develop a practical secret technique."

After making a plan, Renekton suppressed his fear of flames and approached the fire, putting the lantern in his hand aside.

After feeling the deep fear of the fire in front of him disappear, he exhaled with some relief and sighed:

"Could the negative effect of the fear of fire come from the strong will of Charles before his death, right?"

Thinking about it carefully, Renekton felt that this guess was quite possible.

After a pause, he turned around and sat on the big stone that was moved aside. He closed his eyes and began to pray to Klein, asking him to help him send a message to the prophet's clone.

Above the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool" and sighed with a complicated expression on his face:

"I am probably the most shameless great being, even if I am just pretending."

"I usually work part-time as a courier, helping members of the Tarot Society to deliver trading items, but now I have to work as a messenger and item purchasing specialist."

"Should I charge some fees for the one-to-one service from Mr. Fool?"

While slandering, Klein had already started to turn the content of Renekton's prayer into a point of light, and threw it into the crimson star that represented the prophet's clone.

After doing all this, he did not rush to leave above the gray fog. Instead, he took out a pocket watch from the inner pocket of his coat and checked the time. Then he sent a message to Derrick "The Sun" who was also in the land abandoned by the gods. A reminder that the Tarot session is about to begin.

Klein leaned back slightly and leaned on the high-back chair for a moment with his eyes closed. He stretched out his hand and gently tapped the edge of the table in front of him twice. A somewhat gloomy and restrained figure suddenly appeared at the head of the long mottled table. .

When the time came to three o'clock in the afternoon, he sat up slightly and spread out the crimson stars that spiritually connected with the people in the Tarot Club, pulling them into the space above the gray fog.

The illusive crimson light surged out like a tidal wave, quickly flooding the entire hall, and then quickly retracted, forming blurry figures on both sides of the mottled long table.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 525 Credit

It was "Justice" Audrey who stood up first. She raised her skirt with both hands, her posture was elegant, and she saluted in a brisk tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

Her emotions were very contagious, and everyone in the Tarot meeting felt that their moods had also become much happier.

According to the procedure, everyone saluted and said hello to the "Fool" at the top, and then nodded to each other.

After sitting down, "Hermit" Cattleya and "Magician" Forsi successively submitted their respective collections of Roselle's diaries.

Klein leisurely sat back on the high-backed chair and finished reading today's diary. He casually made the manifested diary disappear, looked around and then said leisurely:

"You guys start."

"Sun" Derrick imitated "Justice" Audrey's usual behavior when speaking. He first looked around, then raised his right hand and said:

"Everyone, do you have, or do you know, the magic potion formula for Sequence 5 of the 'Sun' pathway?"

After thinking for a while, he added: "Well, I don't need it in a hurry."

After saying that, he looked at the people in the Tarot Club expectantly.

"I do." Klein immediately controlled his trumpet "World" and said.

While observing Renekton's reaction without any trace, he manipulated the "world" and said:

"Sequence 4500 'Priest of Light', its price ranges from 7000 pounds to pounds."

"I need some materials. I need to know if there are two kinds of monsters, namely the Trickster Monster and the Spiritual World Predator, near Silver City. Their value is greater than the Sequence Five potion formula. If you can find it, I will fill it up for you. Price difference."

"The trickster monster and the spiritual world predator." Derrick repeated the names of these two monsters softly, then nodded vigorously and said: "I understand, I will go to the library to check these two monsters. information."

A potion formula with a value higher than that of Sequence 5. Is this a Sequence 4 potion material? He got the Sequence 4 potion formula so quickly. Is this the special treatment of the Beloved? Does this also mean that the path where the "world" is located is within the control of Mr. "Fool"? Or, this is the path where Mr. "Fool" is located.

Thoughts passed through the mind of "The Hanged Man" Alger one after another. When he speculated that it was related to Mr. Fool, he subconsciously lowered his head a little, hoping to obtain the "Ocean Singer" potion formula. The idea became even stronger, and some of his original sense of superiority in his own strength was gone.

Even "The Sun" has reached Sequence Six, and the magic potion formula of Sequence Five can basically be obtained, but I am lagging behind. I have to reach a deal with "White Tower". He is not interested in that primitive island. I What should I use to trade with him?

"Justice" Audrey, who had been paying attention to observing everyone, her eyes lit up slightly, and she noticed some unusual body language of "The Hanged Man" Alger:

Mr. "The Hanged Man" is very concerned about Mr. "Sun" being promoted to Sequence Six so quickly. He is a little anxious. His micro-expression just now showed envy and fear. What did he think of?

Fortunately, my "hypnotist" potion is almost ready, and the "psychiatrist" potion can basically be digested within this week. By then, I can also be promoted to a Sequence Six Beyonder.

Audrey, you are awesome. You can catch up with Alfred soon. When I collect the second piece of information, I can say to him: "Look, Alfred, you are already as good as my Susie." Got it!"

Also feeling a sense of urgency to improve her own sequence was Cattleya the Hermit. She turned her head slightly and looked at the "World" who had just finished speaking and fell silent and asked:

"When can you get the blood of the mythical creature 'Mercury Snake'?"

Klein mentally estimated the time when Will Asceptin was born, then controlled the "world" and said:

"Around July of this year."

Renekton, who had been sitting lazily on a high-backed chair and listening quietly, suddenly said:

"I am now in the land abandoned by the gods. The 'Angel of Destiny' Ouroleus is also here. He has been following the 'True Creator'. If you can come up with conditions that are enough to impress him, I can try to talk to him. Get in touch."

Cattleya was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and said:

"I'll think about it and give you an answer later."

Klein, who was sitting leisurely at the top of the mottled long table, looked at everyone and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

Ms. "Hermit" will definitely not be able to come up with something that can impress the King of Angels, but that is not necessarily the case for "Queen of Mystery", especially since she has also been in contact with the "True Creator" during the Backlund Smog Incident. , the other party should still owe her a favor, but she just doesn't know if this favor is used up. If there is no such thing, wouldn't my transaction be blocked? There is no way, unless Will Auceptin chooses to give birth prematurely.

"The Hanged Man" Alger's expression was a little dull for a moment. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Renekton. "The White Tower" dared to contact the King of Angels? He should be just a saint. Oh, when did I start using "just" to describe a saint? .Does he dare to contact the Angel of Destiny because he represents Mr. Fool?

Some people have been able to contact the King of Angels who survived from the Third Age, while others are still worried about the gold pound for the next potion. "Magician" Forsi put his hands on the edge of the table, and for a moment Somewhat dazed and thoughtful, she found that she seemed to be the weakest person in the Tarot Society.

While she was still thinking about whether she should ask for clues about the cursed object of the ancient wraith, "The Hanged Man" Alger spoke first:

"Everyone, I need the magic potion formula of 'Ocean Singer'. Does any of you have it, or know a clue?"

Although he was asking everyone, he kept looking at Renekton, hoping that the other party would reconsider his previous trading plan or put forward his own needs.

Renekton leaned leisurely on the high-backed chair and said calmly: "For 7000 pounds, you can exchange it with me for something of equal value. I don't mind collecting more characteristics or materials, as long as it's the coordinates of the original island. No, it's not convenient for me to go there now."

After a pause, he added:

"You can collect the materials from there and then exchange the potion formula with me. If you are worried about danger, you can find someone to go with you. These are some necessary trade-offs."

Because he was relieved of his bad luck, "Chariot" Anderson seemed very calm today. Except for the initial salute and hello to Mr. "Fool", he didn't say a word. He sat quietly in his seat and observed everyone until He only showed some interest after hearing about the transaction between "The Hanged Man" and "White Tower".

Original island coordinates? It's actually worth a Sequence Five magic potion formula. Is there any treasure on that island? Mr. "The Hanged Man" seems to have been at sea all year round. Judging from his temperament and strength, he is probably already a famous captain.

Thinking of this, he curled his lips, raised his hand and said:

"If you need someone to go with you, you can consider me."

"As a treasure hunter active at sea, I feel that I am a good choice regardless of my own strength, past experience and character."

It feels like a job search speech. I can only say that I am someone who came from the school of the Knowledge Church, and I have more or less adopted some of their habits.

Although there is a suspicion of boasting, he seems to have nothing wrong with what he said. At least among the members of the Tarot Club, Anderson should be the most suitable choice. There is no fixed team or force behind him, and cooperation will be more confusing. Don't worry, Mr. Man, and as an experienced and powerful "hunter", he is very suitable for hunting extraordinary creatures.

"The Fool" Klein's eyes hidden under the gray mist looked at Anderson calmly, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth. After getting rid of the bad luck on his body, Anderson also began to try to integrate into the group, which was not bad.

"The Hanged Man" Alger silently looked at Anderson. After weighing the pros and cons in his mind for a while, he turned his head to look at "The Fool" at the top of the mottled long table. He lowered his head slightly and said in a respectful tone:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to communicate with The World alone."

Um? Would Mr. "The Hanged Man" prefer to choose the "World" that he already has a certain understanding of, rather than the "Chariot" who just joined the Tarot Society? Klein pondered in his heart while controlling the "World" and nodded gently: "Can."

As he spoke, he tapped the edge of the table twice with his right hand, making a loud sound that blocked the senses of the others.

"You can communicate now."

After receiving the prompt from "The Fool" Klein, "The Hanged Man" Alger took a deep breath, looked sideways at the "World" at the bottom of the mottled long table and said:

"There are many extraordinary creatures on that primitive island that have become extinct in the northern and southern continents. I can be sure that there are traces of the activities of semi-god-level extraordinary creatures on the island. Maybe there are the scheming monsters and spiritual world predators you need. Two kinds of monsters."

"There is an ancient ruin of unknown age hidden in the center of the island. Chillinges and I discovered it together, but we were not able to explore in depth at the time. However, he found some traces and suspected that there were traces in that ruin. There are very precious things."

"My request is very simple. The first three explorations must be carried out by two of us. If anyone else wants to join, both of us must agree at the same time."

"Also, for my first exploration, I need you to help me obtain extraordinary materials whose price is equal to the Sequence Five magic potion formula. We will distribute the harvest normally."

"what do you think?"

An extraordinary creature at the demigod level, this is very necessary for me. Klein manipulated the "world" without hesitation and chuckled:

"make a deal."

"The Hanged Man" Alger nodded slightly and spoke again:

"I hope the first exploration can be postponed a little longer. I plan to first get the magic potion formula of the 'Ocean Singer' from the 'White Tower' on credit. The stronger I am, the more beneficial it will be for our exploration."

"Oh, sure." "The World" responded nonchalantly.

"The Hanged Man" Alger said no more. After asking for the help of "The Fool", he materialized the parchment with the coordinates of the original island and handed it to "The World".

After a while, the two ended their private communication, and everyone's senses that had been blocked were restored instantly.

The moment his senses were restored, Renekton noticed the gaze from "The Hanged Man" Alger. He turned his head and looked at the other person in confusion.

"The Hanged Man" Alger cleared his throat and said:

"Ahem~ Mr. White Tower, I want to withdraw the magic potion formula of 'Ocean Singer' from you in advance. I will pay you its principal plus interest of 7500 pounds within two months."

After saying that, he looked at Renekton with some anxiety, worried that the other party would stubbornly refuse his proposal.

The support of the vampires behind "Moon" can eventually repay the debt, but I don't even have a public identity in the Church of Storms.

(End of this chapter)