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Kingdom of Roon, Beckland.

At this moment, inside St. Samuel's Church, the Red Gloves were nervously surrounding the affected Dale Simone.

The change lasted for about fifteen minutes. Daly Simone, who was kneeling on the ground, pressed her body down, and pressed her forehead in pain, finally slowly lowered her palm, rubbed the ring on her ring finger, and spoke with lingering fear:

"Those voices are over, and they seem to be back to normal."

"Are you normal?" Leonard asked in surprise.

He looked up at the sky in the distance again, feeling that the abnormal cloud still existed and had not subsided.

"Maybe it is intermittent?" Souther hesitated to give his guess, "What are the sounds you are talking about?"

Daly rubbed her temples and frowned and said:

"It was like a group of people's prayers... it was like someone talking to me... the sound formed an illusion. I saw a complex of buildings with the Baylang Empire style. The praying people were praying. There was a voice that kept making me kneel down and surrender, so I had to recite the name of the goddess..."

Leonard had a sudden inspiration and asked quickly: "Is it the work of the Spirit Cult? You mentioned the Bailang style architecture, and as far as I know, there is a very strict hierarchy within the 'corpse collector' path. Combined with your approach, Ms. Daly, I suspect that it may be affected by a high sequence in the Spirit Cult."

Soster, who was about to speak, swallowed the speculation at his mouth and praised: "You make sense."

"This is rare, and the church will definitely investigate in depth. Perhaps, we will get the answer soon."

The old parasite laughed.

Leonard immediately raised his ears and waited for the words the other party was willing to reveal.

Pales Soroasde said slowly: "A big thing happened."

"I'll get a glass of water." Leonard stood up, walked to the lounge next door with his own cup, and asked in a low voice as he poured the water, "Old man, do you know what happened?"

"Yeah, probably guessed."

Pales said: "Maybe it was because the man-made Death God of the Spirit Clan who succeeded, or maybe it was for some other reason. In short, they succeeded."

Leonard frowned slightly: "Is the artificial god of death a real god of death?"

"It should be." Pales said ambiguously, "The Church of the Night will give you a conclusion, and of course, you can also find it yourself."

Leonard's eyebrows frowned and then quickly stretched out again.

Since the church can give them an official answer, of course, there is no need to worry about this matter yourself.

The parasite who stole the idea snorted unsatisfiedly.

...

Outside Beckland, Fier Manor.

The real Creator stared at the distant sky in confusion, watching the sun's light reappear before retracting his gaze.

"Azk Eggs?" He said to himself, then shook his head uncertainly, "No, if it were Azk Eggs, the resurrected Death should be the angel king carrying a sequence, one characteristic and uniqueness, but now it is much stronger..."

"The unique accommodation ceremony? It doesn't seem like..."

"Not using instinct to start killing and targeted precise strikes, not artificial god of death..."

The real creator touched his chin: "Then there is only one answer left. The God of Death is probably reborn in the 'Pale Queen' of the Spirit Cult. The God of Death is now the king of angels with the uniqueness of the two sequences."

The real Creator fell into silence.

The real creator slapped his thigh hard: "How did things become like this!"

"Although we don't expect the old days of these three ways to be the main combat force in the future to deal with the doomsday, we can't be in bulk when we reach the doomsday like us, right?"

Medic, who was standing next to him, immediately fanned the flames: "It's right, Lord, let's declare war! Kill the nerd, sissy and octopus heads! Being a god with these cowards who are in corpse can't save the world!"

"...You don't talk for now."

Hearing this, the real Creator calmed down immediately. He walked back to the office, took out a few pieces of paper from a black folder, and spread it on the table.

It contains Ince Zangwell's wanted order, records of the destiny of Ranrus in September last year, and also offers a reward from Azke Eggs, as well as some minor information investigated in the Aurora Society.

Medic leaned over and said, "Are you doing a case analysis?"

"almost."

The real Creator photographed Azk’s reward for a while, who had appeared in the East District for a while: “It is known that this is the resurrection of the God of Death, but since the fifth century, every part of His life began in the Northern Continent.”

"Before Rossell opened the violent sea route two hundred years ago, the Northern Continent was limited to the 'South Continent bloodline'. The bloodline had been reproduced for a thousand years, and there were few people as standard as His. After the route was opened, there were more people in the South Continent, but they basically appeared in the form of servants and slaves. Even if Azke Eggs could leave a noble identity and money for the next death of himself, in the world at that time, it was unreasonable for a race of people who were generally 'slaves' to appear rich and noble."

Medic nodded.

The real Creator flipped through some records. With the power of the Aurora Society, it is relatively simple to search for the history of a person with a constant appearance.

"Azk's life has a very obvious unreasonable trajectory. He was able to live a relatively happy and even wealthy life in the Northern Continent as a slave race or slave blood in the early danger of his memory and being unable to use extraordinary abilities, and combine his identity..."

Medic quickly walked away and came back: "Script?"

"Yes, maybe His manipulation."

The real creator said: "Let's talk about 0-08 Alesuhod's pen..."

"I remember this, I cut it to death." Medic heard the name of the mature dragon.

"Well." said the real creator, "Then do you believe this thing can be taken away from the underground of the heavily guarded church by a Sequence 5?"

Medic touched his chin and asked readily: "It was Alesuhod's pen that escaped with Sequence 5, right?"

"That's right. Then it's worth thinking about why Alesuhod's pen suddenly had the intention to escape." The real creator said, "The escaped 0-08, the Bishop of the Night who carried 0-08, and Azk Eggs, who wrote a life script by the writer..."

“…this has given me a very interesting guess.”

Medic touched his chin again: "You mean maybe there is a little ulterior motive."

"Yes, and as far as I guess, it's failed now."

"Because the god of death is back? Oh, then so, your eldest son should be at a disadvantage in the transaction with the night. In the future, He may attack 0-08, or he may do something to save it."

The real Creator felt a subtle flash of light: "Yes, the next task of Aurora will be to track 0-08, track Ince Zangwell, and be alert to His appearance at any time."

The situation is now beginning to tilt towards the real Creator.

The decline that has been behind due to madness seems to have finally had the opportunity to continue catching up!

"You are planning to recycle the dreamer first?" Medic smiled, "It's just right! I've long disliked Him! Lord, is He your Son of God, so you first agree, should we kill Him on the spot or leave a life?"

“…Medici, it’s time to inform you of secret knowledge.”

The real creator suddenly turned his face, and Medici couldn't help but press his hands against the seam of his pants, and he heard the real creator say:

"After the 'Beast of Betrayal', my divine part has awakened in Adam's body..."

Medic frowned.

Medic looked up and down at the real Creator.

Medici thought about lit a cigarette.

Medic smoked and suddenly realized: "As long as it was your divine nature that killed me, and your humanity found me again? Lord, why do I feel that your schizophrenia is not only not cured, but also getting worse?"

"It's being treated now."

"So that's it. No wonder that boy kept muttering to resurrect you on himself. We regarded him as paranoid. It turned out that you were idle and played your own son by yourself. I've been saying this all the time to lay the groundwork for regaining authority later."

"... That's right." The real Creator had the urge to twist his facial features together, but He held back and changed the subject, "What are you doing here? You can prepare and let the intelligence departments of the Aurora Society and the Iron Blood Cross take full advantage of their efforts."

"Will Aurora run the brains of the intelligence department?"

Medic was thrown out of the office with his lips curled.

514

Illusory black thin lines extended from Seniore's body and poured into Crane's palms, reacting differently with each spiritual jump.

In fact, it doesn't necessarily require both hands to manipulate the "spirit thread". It's just that Klein is used to doing this, which makes him feel that he is really controlling the secret puppet.

"From the current situation, my peers can find each other's puppets, and the abnormalities on the spiritual line cannot be hidden from their eyes, so we must be cautious enough in this regard." Klein summed up the initial discovery and quickly turned his thinking back to Seneol himself.

Of course, it is still useful to find the type of corpse. Klein plans to let the "resentful soul" be "disinfected" through the gray fog first, then use the "paper man angel" to wrap the mirror-like things he possessed, and finally put them in an iron cigarette box blocked by the spiritual wall to make triple interference.

In this way, Klein believed that it was almost impossible for the angels of the Rose School to lock their positions through divination, prophecy and other methods.

"The tight control of the members of the organization by the 'mother tree of desire' or the 'the God of Bound' relies on oaths and contracts that penetrate the soul, etc. This can be inferred from Miss Sharon's description, status and my own experience after contacting the corresponding characteristics..."

"Maybe the 'Full Tree of Desire' can still be vaguely positioned through oath contracts, but that doesn't matter. Anyway, He can detect the gray fog characteristics on me and sense me within a certain range... Moreover, such a puppet may be destroyed by me as a shield..." Klein was like an unemployed vagrant who owed a lot of debts, feeling that he had nothing to be afraid of.

Klein retracted his thoughts and turned his eyes to the silver necklace with an ancient coin-like pendant.

He immediately used divination methods to roughly grasp the origin and function of the necklace:

It originated from the "winner" of the School of Life. After the gentleman died in the hands of the demigod of the Rose School, his extraordinary characteristics, his spirit and an ordinary silver necklace he carried with him, forming a magical object.

Then, he once again turned his eyes to Seniore, the "General of Blood" standing respectfully beside him, and carefully studied what abilities the resentful souls had.

Forced possession, control the enemy, screaming in resentful souls, flashing mirrors, penetrating obstacles, and death-like spells, "invisibility" that will not be discovered by most middle and low-sequencers... Klein identified them one by one, and compared them with Sharon and Marich and the comparisons he experienced in battle.

He quickly ended it all. Back at the cave, Klein packed up the scene, changed into formal clothes, carried his suitcase, found a place where people lived along the beach, and found himself near Pritz Harbour.

Instead of returning to Beckland immediately, he changed his mind and took the steam train to Connate City in Disey Bay, preparing to circle around there and change his identity.

...
To be continued...