When he heard these two words, Klein's eyes went straight!
He has already prepared to spend three hundred gold coins or even more premium to buy back the Yang Yan Talisman, and now the other party actually says there is a cheaper solution?
But then, he calmed down again. As the saying goes, cheap products are not good. Can this cheap solution have the same effect as the Sun Flame Spell?
Seeing Klein's suspicious eyes, Snow grinned slightly and showed a profiteer-like smile. He turned and walked towards a safe on the side of the reception room. While untying the spiritual wall used to seal the interior, he said:
"This is Backlund. If you really use the Sun Flame Talisman in the Sun Realm, no matter whether the enemy dies or not, you will definitely die anyway. After all, that thing is too conspicuous."
"That's true." Klein nodded secretly in his heart. There is no concept of "condensation" in the Sun Domain. Once the Sun Flame Talisman is used, it can be seen from several blocks away, and it may also bring harm to the surrounding civilians.
Not a small loss.
However, this is not enough to make Klein give up the Sun Flame Talisman. After all, compared with his own life, the vest can be replaced, and the losses caused to the civilians can be made up for later.
"Mr. Devil is really a profiteer. Don't be fooled by his words. You must judge the correct value of the goods he gives." Klein cursed in his heart, but before he could say anything, he saw the spiritual wall on the safe being lifted.
, and then, layers of whispers suddenly began to appear in Klein's ears. The voice was full of filth and depravity. If an Extraordinary who had just been promoted and had not yet restrained his spirituality, just hearing this voice,
It's enough to make them lose control.
"This is the degraded divine blood of the true Creator. It contains at least half-god-level pollution and gibbering, as well as a little bit of divinity. With the power of that adult, it should not be difficult for you to transform it into a spell, and this
This attack is mental damage and has a small range of influence. It even has a certain effect on demigods who are not secretly praying. As long as your enemy is not the Aurora Society or other forces that believe in the True Creator, this thing is definitely better than the Sun Flame Talisman.
Of course, the most important thing is that this thing has almost no residue. Even if you use it, it will not attract official extraordinary people. The only disadvantage is that the extraordinary people killed by this thing will most likely be contaminated. But it doesn’t matter.
I can purchase the extraordinary properties of pollution at normal prices."
Along with the introduction process, Snow also released the spiritual wall again, reined in the layers of gibbering, and then continued:
"Of course, if it is inconvenient for you to ask that adult for help, I can also help you process it into a blasphemous spell, but it will cost an additional one hundred pounds."
As the test tube was sealed again, Klein also woke up. He looked at the test tube with "divine blood" sealed with some fear, and swallowed lightly.
As Mr. Devil said, this thing does seem to be more suitable for me now.
But considering the cost of one hundred pounds, Klein still sighed and said:
"This is what I want, but I can do the processing myself."
"No problem. Well, is there anything else you want?" Snow carefully placed the divine blood on the table and motioned to Klein to pick it up himself, showing off his professionalism of "not getting enough".
Klein carefully picked up the test tube, stuffed it into the iron cigarette box he carried with him, and added a layer of spiritual wall before putting it in his arms.
Although it was very similar to asking Ambassador Backlund for information, but thinking that tomorrow was the Tarot Club, he could get this information for nothing, so he temporarily put away the thought of spending money, shook his head and said:
"No more for now."
"Okay, after excluding the one hundred pounds of deteriorated divine blood, there is still a surplus of three hundred pounds. You should keep it." Snow took out his wallet, easily counted thirty ten-pound banknotes and handed them over, looking at them with amusement.
Ryan's eyes widened. If he saw it correctly, in Mr. Snow's wallet...
Can't think about it!
…
With a huge sum of three hundred pounds, Klein carefully returned to No. 15 Minsk Street, changed out of the "expensive" formal clothes he put on to enter and leave the West End, closed the space, called himself, responded to himself, and transferred the true Creator's
Degraded divine blood and a huge sum of two hundred and ninety pounds were sent to Gray Mist.
Until this moment, looking at the unsealed seal and the black-red divine blood, I did not hear any more hallucinations or gibbering. The boundless gray fog seemed to have blocked out all external sounds.
Seeing this situation, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief. After safety was guaranteed, his curiosity began to emerge——
"Although Mr. Demon is a member of the Aurora Society, how did he obtain the divine blood of the true creator? Even if it is just degraded divine blood..."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the last time he took a peek at the Eternal Sun.
At that time, I also obtained the formula of the Sun Flame Talisman and Sun Path with the help of divine blood. The divine blood in front of me was a degraded version and should not be as dangerous as last time.
Thinking of this, Klein firmly wrote the divination statement:
"The origin of this item."
He took a deep breath, held the test tube containing black and red blood, leaned back, and silently recited the divination sentence.
After seven times, his eyes turned dark and then fell into a deep sleep.
In a world that was blurry, broken, and seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, Klein saw a man standing in the bathroom, slitting his wrist with his nails, and dripping blood that exuded madness into the pool.
.
The scene turned and the man appeared again, but this time, he opened his elbow.
Then, the picture continued to change. The man's bleeding position became higher and higher, and the color of the blood he released became darker and darker.
Finally, the man suddenly opened his shirt and stretched out his hand towards the twisted pattern on his chest that seemed to be skinless, made up of dark red muscles and blood vessels, like an inverted cross, and at this moment, an evil sound
To the extreme, an extremely filthy voice erupted in the man's chest.
This voice was full of penetration, as if it had a will in itself, piercing Klein's brain.
He covered his ears to block out the follow-up, but the sound just now was still echoing in his mind.
His blood vessels and veins stood out, and they were constantly squirming.
Bang!
His blood vessels burst and veins separated from his body, forming greasy, twisted tentacles filled with various evil patterns on his body surface.
Waves rippled gently, and even the giant's palace began to show signs of corrosion.
Klein supported and endured it coolly, until a few seconds later, the gray mist slowly returned to calm, and the voices echoing in Klein's mind also subsided.
Tentacles fell down one after another, which was the madness and loss of control stripped from his body.
Klein sorted out what he had gained, but his face was particularly heavy. It was not because he had not obtained relevant knowledge, but because he discovered that——
