Lord of the Mysteries

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"Okay." Kline Zheng focused on the head.

Sergeant Fasin touched his short hair:

"There are some arrangements, I will explain to you in detail, you make your own decision."

His gaze looked at the living room area.

Klein made a gesture of politeness and looked at the sergeant Fasin, and went to the sofa and sat down.

"What's the arrangement?" Klein didn't take off his coat, and both hands were still in his pocket.

Fasin’s body leaned forward slightly and said with both hands:

"You should be very clear that you have provoked the ambassador, and tonight or tomorrow will be your most dangerous stage."

"The above people give you three choices. One is to go to the Holy Wind Church for two days. I know that you are a believer in the **** of steam and machinery, but the church in St. Hillland is too far away and the road is prone to problems."

Klein slightly invisibly beheaded, waiting for the other to give a second choice.

Suddenly, he looked at the line of flowers, his head was shiny, and he felt like a thick layer of glass.

He saw that Zhang Jian’s mouth was slow and he found his thoughts gradually stagnate.

This feeling is so familiar, Klein thought of the puppet of the Antignus family, the seal "2-049"!

At that time, he was repeatedly affected by similar influences, but was awakened by the captain Dunn Smith and others. In order to let others detect the abnormalities in time, they have been doing the exercises of flexing and stretching their arms!

The Antigonus family has a "divination" approach... This ability is similar to that of the Antigonus family... He is the middle sequencer of the "Divination" route... It really is him... ... Klein wakes up instantly, but this time there is no Dunn Smith to wake him up.

The muscles of Fashin Sheriff’s face began to wriggle and he quickly became a black-and-blue sir, with a handsome face and a faint trace of hustle and bustle.

He said with a smiling expression:

“Just give me time, this is one of the most difficult abilities to deal with below the high sequence.”

While he was talking, Klein saw the woman wearing a black court dress on the glass of the belly window.

She was stiff and sluggish, and she walked out of the glass in a meal. The light gold hair, delicate face and pale face made her not like a living person, more like a doll.

"I didn't expect you to be able to ask such a powerful bodyguard. If it wasn't for me to divinate in advance, maybe I will die here. What paid for you? Right, my name is Rosago." Rosago did not. Looking back, laughing and looking at Klein, but the other party who did not expect to be controlled by himself could fluently answer.

At this time, he suddenly felt a cold breeze blowing around his neck, blowing his roots and standing up, and his cockroaches protruding.

There seems to be an invisible person behind his back that is sighing at his neck!

Rosago laughed and raised his left hand and snapped a finger.

Snapped!

Behind his face, Huo Ran ignited the flame, and a transparent shadow burned up and quickly turned into ashes.

In Kline's sight, these actions are broken down into a single picture.

This is not the other party becoming slow, but his thoughts are getting more and more stagnation.

He has already controlled me... Why not directly... Kill me... The villains love to chat... No, he is not a stupid person... He is hiding something with a chat... Klein tries to think, looking for problems, but The ups and downs of thoughts are unstoppable.

He looked at Rosago intently and observed each and every subtle place.

Finally, he saw Rosas' eyes on each side of the existing figure, light gold hair, blue eyes, pale face and deep black Gothic court dress together!

At this time, the woman was still behind Rosago, still near the belly window, and came to this side as if they were being manipulated.

He hasn't really controlled her... she is still trying to resist and struggle... They are constantly **** in the mysterious realm... I need to do something... let the balance change... Klein moves his attention to the left Mastering the "dirty language" spell, the feeling of cold and smooth is full of evil.

He is very fortunate that he has not relaxed his vigilance and has always been in a state of being able to fight at any time.

Can only hurt yourself and hurt people! Klein whipped up his strength and struggled to speak.

His vocal cords seem to have rotted, and his throat squirming is so difficult.

He hoarsely missed the ancient Hermes word with a slight interruption:

"filthy!"

In the reverberation of the voice, Klein's left palm felt a painful pain, and the ear heard the whisper of the illusory stack.

This is his familiar state and has not affected his next attempt.

The attempt is to infuse most of the spirituality into the "dirty language" spell, which does not require the coordination of physical movements.

After three seconds, the voice of the “real creator” will descend into the material world and into the ear of the soul that is closest to Him!

"3!"

Prelude-like, noisy, illusory, evil proverbs spread instantly, Klein's scalp numb, his mind creaking, only the blood vessels are constantly beating, and his thoughts are hard to concentrate.

Rosago's expression with his only coffee table was awkward, his face was rising, and the woman's figure in his eyes was sharp and clear.

"2!"

The pale woman in the black dress dress behind him speeded up, but immediately frowned, showing a painful look.

At this moment, Klein felt the weakening of the influence, recovered the smooth thoughts, and found that the joints were refilled with "lubricating oil"!

After proving the proverb, he endured madness and endured the pain. He even threw the "stained words" spell in the left palm and threw it at the opposite Rosago.

"1!"

The iron-black, with many symbols and evil patterns, melted. Rosago had just recovered his position, trying to pounce on the side, and saw the darkness. He heard a lot of knowledge and the ultimate Crazy proverb.

No human being able to specifically depict this sound, all the blood vessels in Rosago's head are all convex and seem to explode.

He rolled to the ground, twisted and struggled, and the skin cracked in an inch and inch, revealing the flesh inside.

At the same time, Klein, who did not directly hear the voice of the "real creator", and the lady with the pale blue eyes and blue eyes, were also unbearably screaming, each screaming, and the pain was like being inserted with iron. The temple.

Their eyes are full of blood, and the nose is left with a bright red liquid, which can neither see things nor feel the outer world.

Like the experienced Klein, he first recovered, swaying and struggling to stand up, saw Rosago tearing off his clothes, taking off his skin and revealing all the flesh and blood and meridians.

Like the legendary red skinned monster, he continually tumbling and seems to be out of control.

Klein didn't wait for the results to appear, because he couldn't afford the benefit of the other, becoming a "real creator" and a good faith.

He believes that the evil spirit is sure to be angry with himself.

Pulling out the revolver, adjusting the firing, Klein stepped forward two steps, wrapped around the coffee table, and put the muzzle on Rosago's head.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Wearing a black double-breasted long dress, he stared at the enemy, and even opened five shots. He watched the other side's head swell and leaned back, watching the other's head blast, red, white, and black.

Captain, thank you for your previous demonstration... Klein dropped the revolver, gasping for a big breath and smiling.

In front of him, Rosago's headless body swayed and fell to the side of the sofa.

Until this time, the woman wearing a black gothic court dress slowly stopped screaming, and the tumbling and struggling movement slowed down, but her skin seemed to be more transparent.

Seeing that the flesh and blood on Rosago's body was still squirming, Klein took the homemade "Soul of the Soul" without hesitation.

In the feeling of calmness and tranquility, the body finally settled.

Seeing such a scene, Klein thought for a turn, and took out the spell, and whispered:

"Blush!"

Then, he permeated a little spirituality and threw the spell on his bodyguard and threw it at the pale woman with pale face.

The power of letting sleep is swaying, and the woman who has not yet got rid of the influence of the reverberation is in a state of weakness and becomes quiet and sleeps.

Klein didn't feel relieved to make up a "small spell", fearing that the other person would bother with his next attempt.

On the 15th Minsk Street, the tranquility of the night was restored. Nothing was broken this time, but the ground was polluted because the contests of the three parties were different and secret.

After looking at Rosago's body and looking at the sleeping bodyguard, Klein laughed at himself:

"It is also good to die often, at least to get some immunity."

He did not quickly try the psychic ritual, because Rosago was contaminated by the "real creator" at this time, and direct psychic was tantamount to suicide.

But this does not mean that Klein has no way, he intends to go to the fog above the psychic, go with Rosago!

With his current spiritual level, even with the reinforcement of the Azick copper whistle, it is impossible to move the portable camera, let alone a body that is several times heavier, but the psychic is not a corpse, but the remaining spirituality!

Klein took out the candles, quickly arranged the ceremony, summoned himself, and responded to himself, turning into a special spirit.

After becoming a spirit, he saw Rosagow's vague and vague remnant spirituality, and found that his bodyguards were physically strange, quite close to him, but very different.

Klein didn't waste time thinking, carrying the Azick copper whistle, wrapping the remaining spirituality of Rosago and entering the fog.

After the corresponding ceremonial items were displayed and the simple altar was arranged, Klein quickly performed a psychic ceremony.

In this process, he suddenly found out that he no longer has to pray for anyone, and he can directly psychic, just like a real "psychic person"!

Huh... This is my special permission in the mysterious space above the fog? Klein thought of a flash, mourning the divination statement:

“The potion recipe for the ‘Diviner’ route.’