On the airship No. 1345, Klein watched a group of red gloves slowly board the airship. He smiled warmly at Leonard from a distance and raised the wine glass in his hand.
Although he had doubts about the reliability of the airship, after many divination attempts, Klein still boarded this vehicle, which he thought was not very stable, and headed to West Balam for arms trade.
Just when he was speculating about Leonard's purpose of going to West Balam, Mr. Azik's messenger suddenly appeared, which almost made him overreact.
After all, this is a military airship, and there are more than a dozen Red Gloves living on the lower level. However, judging from the current situation, the Bone Messenger did not seem to attract too much attention. Klein relaxed and reached out to take the inexplicable
After receiving a stack of letter paper handed over by a somewhat respectful messenger, he turned to the small lounge and began to read Mr. Azik's letter.
From the content of Mr. Azik's letter, Klein felt that the other party did not seem to have changed significantly, but his memory seemed to have recovered a lot. Seeing that the other party was somewhat interested in the ring of death, Klein immediately remembered that he had entered the Black Tulip.
those bullets on the ship, and sincerely hope that they were not dug out of the living corpses or the deck.
Burning the letter in his hand to ashes, Klein began to think about the content of the reply, but at this moment, a layer of murmur suddenly sounded in his ears.
"At this point in time... is Mr. Devil's lunch prayer?"
Klein stood up suddenly, a trace of nervousness flashing in his eyes. Mr. Devil had not prayed for several days. If he had not asked for leave before the Tarot session, he would have suspected whether this gentleman had encountered some kind of accident.
After confirming that the door was closed, Klein immediately took four steps backwards and arrived above the gray fog. The twinkling crimson stars indeed belonged to Mr. Demon!
Klein immediately spread his spirituality, and Mr. Demon's voice immediately echoed in the space above the gray mist. However, what surprised Klein was that the voice was not a lunch prayer—
"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious master above the gray fog. You are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck... Please bless me to succeed this time..."
"This is not a formal prayer, but a prayer similar to 'God bless you'?" Klein immediately realized the current situation, but he became more and more worried, because in the picture that appeared with the prayer, Mr. Devil was extremely haggard.
He was standing guard in front of the furnace with a tired look, just like Party B who had been beaten back to the design by Party A hundreds of times!
"I've known Mr. Demon for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him look so haggard... As a strong man of Sequence Three, he actually shows obvious fatigue. What has he experienced?"
With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Klein immediately injected spirituality into the crimson stars.
After experiencing several unexpected live broadcasts and mastering the Poseidon Church for a period of time, Klein also understood how to maintain this kind of gaze from the divine level. The Mr. Demon who just prayed has a very direct connection with him. Klein
He stabilized his gaze with little difficulty.
At this time, Mr. Demon was looking nervously at the furnace. After Klein noticed that nothing had changed, he began to examine the room.
Although he has never actually seen it, Klein can tell from the decorations that are not in line with the current era that this should be a certain room in Black Swan Castle. At this time, Mr. Devil is probably building a magical item.
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From Klein's perspective, Snow's creation of extraordinary items is as simple as eating and drinking. He often places an order in the morning and can produce a very high-quality finished product in the afternoon. Even the more complex type can be produced.
It will not take more than three days.
But this time, Mr. Devil actually skipped several days of prayer and a Tarot session just for this thing, which made Klein even more curious.
"What level of item is it? Saint? No, is it angel level?" Klein watched Snow make no movement for a long time. He took out the purple micro-glass with some regret, wound up the clockwork, waited quietly, and gave
Set a deadline for himself, and if there is no other action before winding up, he will immediately return to reality.
Although he was very concerned about Mr. Demon's behavior at this time, Klein did not dare to forget that his body was still on the military airship!
However, Snow's seemingly frozen scene did not last long. About two minutes later, he suddenly straightened up and took out a gray-white rock-like box from the corner, but the specific material could not be seen. At this moment,
, Klein even felt that the picture was a bit blurry.
No, this is not an illusion. Klein clearly realizes that this should be Snow casting some sealing spells. If he hadn't relied on the connection established by the other party's prayer just now, he would have been completely destroyed at this time.
Isolated.
Klein watched as Snow carefully opened the box and introduced something into the furnace. The sudden burst of flames almost turned the entire scene red.
"What exactly is in that box?" Klein curiously cast his gaze towards the box that opened a gap and was about to be closed immediately. Almost instantly, Klein felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and then, a sudden sound in his ears
There was a harsh sound of metal twisting, and wounds began to appear on his body as if they had been forcibly torn apart.
The pain that felt like rolling down a mountain of knives made Klein couldn't help but let out a groan. However, this pain came and went quickly. He didn't know whether it was because Snow closed the box again or because the gray fog immediately blocked it.
After making contact, Klein groaned and quietly retreated.
The wounds on his body slowly healed under the power of Source Castle. Klein looked at the conference hall with lingering fear as if it had been swept by a storm of swords. With a thought, he restored it to its original state.
"This kind of power is much inferior to the True Creator and the Eternal Blazing Sun, but it can affect the gray mist. I am afraid it has reached the standard of a level 0 sealed object... Mr. Demon is using the level 0 sealed object to make extraordinary items?
"Klein was worried about disturbing Mr. Snow, so he didn't dare to continue the link at this time, but he couldn't help but recall the shock caused by the sudden glimpse before, the power that seemed to be full of destruction and death, even if he just recalled it
, all sent chills down Klein’s spine.
However, committing suicide this time was not without its benefits. In that moment, Klein also had a method for making advanced talismans in his mind.
"Mr. Demon's family background is really terrifying! Looking at the demand for talisman materials... could it be the high-level extraordinary characteristics of the hunter path? Sequence 2 or Sequence 1? Or... uniqueness? But no matter what it is, Mr. Demon has actually tormented himself so much.
Haggard, what exactly are you planning to do?”
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"Huh, thanks to Mr. Ke!" In Black Swan Castle, Snow took a deep breath and resealed the box containing 0-01.
His haggardness was not a disguise, and the tarot meetings and prayers he skipped were not really for fishing, but he really had not slept for several days.
The danger level of 0-01 is far higher than he imagined. Although it is relatively safe inside the box, even a breath of aura is enough to turn the entire room into a terrifying illusion where demigods and below will immediately lose control after entering.
After thinking about it, Snow finally made a trick on Klein. Taking advantage of Mr. Fool's reckless character, he deliberately lured him to peek at 0-01, and with the help of 0-01's spontaneous counterattack, he successfully stripped out the necessary aura.
Of course, Mr. Ke should also get paid.
After taking a slight breath, Snow took out a bottle of potion from another space, poured it into his mouth, and returned to the furnace.
At this time, the boiling flames had gradually converged, and the molten metal strips emitting incandescent luster in the second furnace also began to emit the aura of destruction and death.
Looking at the slowly cooling furnace, Snow took out a ball of light with mixed colors. If he listened carefully, he could vaguely hear shouts of death, crying and mourning...
