Mysterious recovery: I grow stronger by breathing

Chapter 181 The Eternal Scorching Sun and Lovers (Two in One, please subscribe)

A figure covered in blood stumbled out of a small alley, holding a classical quill in his hand, wearing a black cleric robe, with dark golden hair and no wrinkles, his facial features were like classical sculptures, and his one-eyed eye was dark blue and almost black. S Zangwill.

After stopping at the entrance of the alley, Ince gasped and looked back at the deep and quiet path when he came, and couldn't help frowning.

Traveling through the spirit world is not a perfect way to escape. Logically speaking, it is not difficult to catch up, especially for a guy who can not be affected by the zero-level sealed item.

But the other party didn't do that, and just let him escape after aggravating his injuries.

"So what is his purpose? Cough, cough, cough." Thinking of this, Ince suddenly bent down and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out the lungs in his chest.

At this moment, the classical quill in his hand took advantage of this opportunity to move quickly, and wrote paragraphs on Ince's black robe:
"The unlucky Ince Zangwill, after his failure to advance to 'Night Watchman', his injuries were aggravated again by the mysterious man's attack, and the spirit world travel consumed a lot of spirituality."

Snapped!
With a bad premonition, Ince hurriedly got up, grabbed the pen of Al Suhod who wanted to write himself to death, held it in his hand, and continued to write on the robe:
"So Ince Zangwill quickly found the second hidden place, recovered his spirituality through meditation, and pulled himself back from the brink of losing control, which is very reasonable."

"Ince Zangwill, who has suffered so much, has not been defeated, and he will not give up. Although the story has new waves, he will eventually achieve his goal."

After writing these two sentences, Ince got up and left in a hurry.

Backlund, a basement like a temple.

In front of the solemn and solemn statue of the Hanged Giant, a figure in a black hooded robe knelt and prayed devoutly.

Suddenly, he heard a response.

It was the supreme voice of the true Creator, and he listened from his heart.

After listening for a while, the figure raised his head, revealing the beautiful face under the shadow of the hood, then suddenly raised his hands, snapped off his right index finger with his left palm, as if using the severed finger as a sacrifice.

The spirituality in the air of the entire underground temple suddenly became stronger.

The next moment, his body trembled violently, as if he was being held in the palm of an invisible big hand and shook vigorously.

In this kind of crazy and weird state, the man in black stretched out his right hand forward, and wrote words on the ground with the blood from his wound.

These words are not the language of giants and dragons that can leverage the power of nature, nor the language of Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most common and common Loen language.

Sticky drops of blood rolled and condensed on the ground, and the words were pieced together into several paragraphs:
"Find Lanerus, who has a prepared divinity in him.

turn up:

The Hanged Man on the Eternal World Tree.

The first aspect conceived by the first cause of the gods of the heavens.

Odin, Lord of Time, Prophecy, Kingship, Wisdom, Healing, Magic, Poetry, War and Death

Worshipers and devotees, in Tingen. "

With the end of the content of "Divine Revelation", the man in black stopped trembling crazily, and a brand new finger squirmed from the wound.

He lowered his head, the hood fell down again, that beautiful face was once again engulfed by the shadow of the hood, looking at the words he just wrote, the man in black felt that he had found the meaning of life.

"Only obey your oracle!" He whispered humbly, then got up and left the basement, followed a long corridor to the ground.

When he opened the door, a voice greeted him respectfully: "Mr. A"

……

On the other side, Wu Nai stood quietly under the red chimney. After severely injuring Ince, the feedback brought by the redemption of Dunn Smith finally completed the digestion of the seventh stage of [Drug of God].

The words [Sequence Seven (10000/10000)] in the information bar squirmed and changed into [Sequence Six (0/100000)].

With a thought, he clicked the "+" sign on the option of [Sequence Six], consuming one hundred thousand points of spiritual energy in one go, allowing himself to quickly reach a state of spiritual perfection.

The huge Qinghui followed Wu Nai's breathing, washing every inch of flesh and bones, and under the blessing of flesh and blood magic, his body strength skyrocketed again.

He allocated the remaining [-] psychic powers to [Witch's Uniqueness] and [Chaos Sea] respectively, pushing the proportion of the two manifestations to rise again.

When the progress of the realization of the uniqueness of the witch reached [-]/[-], Wu Nai's hair grew wildly like a dragon and a snake dancing wildly. The deep black strands reflected the abyss in the bloody setting sun. fear.

Fortunately, it completely belonged to Wu Nai. With the command of his will, all the strands of hair were appeased, and the strength of curled up returned to its original state.

When the progress of the chaos sea was one in ten million, Wu Nai's warm brown chestnut eyes turned into pure chaos, as if gathering all the colors in the world, which could not be described by human language. The eyes of God.

With the help of this source of power, Wu Nai began to try to use spirituality to stimulate the author's extraordinary characteristics in his body, and write the way of destiny in the void:
"Messiah Behrens used the uniqueness of the god of death to create several supernatural events in Tingen, so Dunn took out the mutated sun holy emblem from behind the Chanis gate."

click!
This sentence was completely shattered because of the exhaustion of the writer's spirituality before the sentence was finished. Those chaotic words exploded one after another, turning into thousands of stardust and dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

Sure enough, it was still too much effort to write destiny with Sequence Six. Wu Nai sighed quietly, the chaotic look in his eyes faded, he meditated for a while, recovered some spirituality, turned and left.

After slowly returning to Iron Cross Street from the suburbs, night had already quietly fallen, bathed in the crimson moonlight outside the window, Wu Nai began to think about his next plan after enjoying the homemade fried foie gras.

First the Hidden Sage, the True Creator, and then the Primordial Witch. His recent actions seem to be a bit big.But there is no way around this, after all, time waits for no one, so the next goal is still on the Eternal Sun, and we must reach the top in the shortest possible time. Wu Nai picked up the wine on the table, took a sip, Feeling the sweet and sour taste in his mouth, he thought of the "3-0782" sealed item, the mutated holy emblem of the sun.

I used [Chaos Sea] and the extraordinary characteristics of a Sequence One writer before. I originally wanted to write my destiny. I briefly intersected with that holy emblem, used it to divination the eternal scorching sun, breathed the mystery of uniqueness in him, and gained some benefits.

Unfortunately it didn't work.

But that doesn't mean there is no chance, just hitch a ride with Klein, since he also wants to make spells anyway.

Thinking of Klein, Wu Nai suddenly felt that he could join the [Tarot Club]. After all, this gathering organized by the evil god Erwuzi is quite safe.

And although the early stage is relatively weak, there are many various channels. It will be very convenient to collect extraordinary characteristics, at least it is better than fighting alone.

"Joining the Tarot Society is Dangerous"

Subconsciously, Wu Nai took out the crystal and predicted the result after reciting it seven times silently with his full-level fortune-telling extraordinary characteristics.

Feedback is that there is no danger.

Then he divination the method of joining the Tarot Society without being discovered.

After receiving some fragmentary revelations in the dream, Wu Nai casually took out the silver carved knife he used in the ceremony, poured a trace of gray-white mist into it, and washed it repeatedly.

Immediately imparts a mystical quality to the knife.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Nai held the knife in his hand and held a ceremony.

……

Toilet·Above the Mist.

After completing a round of divination on the "Antigonus Family Notebook" and finding no results, Klein was about to leave.

But found that a crimson star nearby contracted and expanded.

"Another supplicant? Doesn't he speak the language of giants like the previous one?"

With a thought, Klein extended his spirituality and touched the star that was sending out a reaction. Then, a distorted and blurred picture slowly spread out in front of his eyes.

It was a slender young man, holding a delicate and ancient silver knife in his hand, standing in a clean and tidy room.

It’s just that this house looks so familiar, it looks a lot like the previous residence in the Iron Cross apartment, and the young man is also a little familiar... Klein frowned slightly, and noticed a difference from "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" from the other person. mysterious connection.

At the same time, along with his thoughts and connections, it seemed that the picture covered with a layer of water vapor was zooming in and becoming clearer.

So a face that can be called "disaster for the country and the people" first came into view.

It's like a work of art carefully carved by God. It is obviously a male face, but it has a charm that cannot be described in human language.

The moment Klein saw this face, his mind froze for a moment, and there was only one name left in his heart——Messiah Behrens!
Although this Messiah Behrens is much more handsome than the colleagues he usually sees, the two are not at the same level at all. The attraction that comes from the bones, even if he is physically and mentally healthy, he still has a moment of peace of mind. Intimidated by it.

But he was sure that this was the guy he usually knew, and the sense of familiarity he had gotten along with for a long time would not be deceiving.

I finally understand why Ms. Lolotta, who likes big-breasted maids, will show such idiotic eyes to Messiah... So how does this guy usually hide his true appearance?I didn't expect that besides Leonard and me, there were people in the Nighthawks team who were hiding little secrets. It really deserves to be a world with extraordinary power inheritance. Klein continued to look at his colleagues, and illusory prayers came from his ears:
"Great god, please give me enough gold pounds!"

"Great god, please grant me enough good luck!"

"Great god, please make my appearance look ordinary!"

This kind of request... I want gold pounds, those cuties who smell like ink, too.As for the normal appearance... This kind of Versailles request can be fulfilled by punching yourself, and you don't need to pray... Klein took out the crystal pendant and silently recited "Draw Messiah Behrens to ashes" seven times There is no danger above the mist" and then the divination began.

Based on the results of the divination, he took action.

And in the apartment, just when Wu Nai thought that his prayers could not be answered, the silver knife in his hand suddenly burst into a crimson light.

The light was like flowing water, instantly submerging Wu Nai.

After the pulling sensation disappeared, he initially recovered his vision, and found that he was standing in a majestic palace supported by huge stone pillars.

In front of him was an ancient and mottled bronze long table, and on the opposite side of the long table sat a figure shrouded in a dense mist.

In addition, the surroundings seem to be opened up before the world, illusory and empty.

At the bottom, there is an invisible gray-white mist, dotted with unreal crimson stars.

"Glory to you, great being, Messiah Behrens pays you my most sincere respect."

Wu Nai lowered his head and spoke softly, while trying his best to hide his expression with the ability of "clown".

Klein quietly turned on his Spirit Vision to look at the other party, and found that Messiah was very emotional and excited, and at the same time, there was a trace of vigilance when he saw an inexplicable existence.

Overall it's pretty normal.

"Don't be too restrained, you can call me—the Fool!"

He opened his mouth lightly, trying his best to assume the role of a god and look down on this colleague who gets along day and night.

But as soon as he said these words, Klein noticed that the Messiah's expression became more humble and pious, his head continued to be lowered, and his shoulders shrugged slightly while bending over.

"Relax, I heard your prayers, but I'm a fool who likes equal exchange, you want gold pounds, good luck, or ordinary looks, but you need everything you can pay, from me Or get what you want in the hands of people similar to you, pay attention, it must be of equal value."

"Understood, I want to obtain the potion of Seer Path Sequence 8 from you."

What a coincidence, the magic potion of the Seer Pathway Sequence 8, I also want it, although I don’t need it yet. Klein kept his posture unchanged, and replied in a flat tone: "This transaction can be placed in the next party, and in addition , the meeting time is every Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon, remember to put yourself in a solitary environment, of course, before that, you need to confirm your code name."

While speaking, he smiled and pointed to the surface of the long bronze table, where a deck of Tarot cards had already materialized: "Choose a card from here as your code name, except the Fool, Justice and Hanged Man."

It's a pity, the most suitable for me should be the Hanged Man, but Wu Nai has already been chosen to take two steps forward, flipped through the tarot cards, hesitated for a moment, pointed to one of them and said:
"'Lover', I choose 'Lover'."

"Okay, remember your choice." Klein nodded slightly. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and interrupted the contact with great self-control. Then, watching the crimson light retract, facing the familiar yet unfamiliar Messiah Turned into a phantom, dissipated little by little.

(End of this chapter)