Mystery: Paradox Path

On the airship 1345, Klein watched a group of red gloves slowly board the airship, showed Leonard a warm smile, and raised the wine glass in his hand.

Although he was skeptical about the reliability of the airship, Klein, after multiple divinations, boarded the transport that was not very stable in his opinion, and went to West Balam to trade in arms.

Just when he was speculating about Leonard's purpose for going to West Balam, Mr. Ards' 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 floor. However, judging from the current situation, the bone messenger does not seem to attract too much attention. Only then did Klein relax and reach out to take it for no apparent reason. The somewhat respectful messenger handed him a stack of letters, turned around and went to the small lounge, and began to read Mr. Azik's letter.

From the contents of Mr. Ards' 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 interested in the ring of death, Klein immediately remembered that he had entered the Black Tulip number. those bullets, and sincerely hope that they hadn't been dug out of the corpse or deck.

Burning the letter in his hand to ashes, Klein began to think about the content of the reply, but at this moment, layers of babble suddenly sounded in his ears.

"This time... is Mr. Devil's lunch prayer?"

Klein stood up abruptly, and there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes. Mr. Demon had not prayed for a few days. If he hadn't asked for leave before the Tarot meeting, he would have doubted whether this gentleman had suffered some kind of accident.

After confirming that the door was closed, Klein immediately took four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray fog. The flashing crimson stars really belonged to Mr. Devil!

Klein immediately spread his spirituality, and the voice of Mr. Demon echoed in the space above the gray fog, but to Klein's surprise, that voice was not a lunch prayer—

"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 is in charge of good luck... Please bless me with success this time..."

"This is not a formal prayer, but a prayer similar to 'God bless'?" Klein immediately realized the current state, but he became more and more worried, because in the picture that appeared together with the prayer, Mr. Demon was extremely haggard. Standing in front of the furnace, with that tired look, it was as if Party B had been repeatedly beaten back by Party A for designing hundreds of times!

"I've known Mr. Demon for so long, and it's the first time I've seen him so haggard... As a Sequence Three powerhouse, he actually shows obvious fatigue. What has he experienced?"

With such thoughts flashing in his heart, Klein immediately injected spirituality into the crimson star.

After experiencing several unexpected live broadcasts and mastering the Church of the Sea God for a while, Klein also somewhat understands how to maintain this kind of gaze from the divine level. Mr. Demon who just prayed has a very direct connection with him. Klein It was almost no problem to stabilize the line of sight.

At this time, Mr. Demon was looking at the furnace nervously. After Klein found that nothing had changed, he began to examine the room.

Although he hasn't really seen it, Klein can see from the decorations that are not in line with the current era, it should be a room in the Black Swan Castle, and at this time, Mr. Devil is probably creating a magical item .

In Klein's understanding, Snow's creation of Beyonder items is as simple as eating and drinking water. He usually places an order in the morning, and in the afternoon, he can produce a high-quality finished product, even if it is a more complicated type. no more than three days.

But this time, Mr. Demon actually skipped several days of prayers and a Tarot meeting for this thing, which made Klein even more curious.

"What level of item is it? Saint? No, is it an angel level?" Klein saw that Snow did not move for a long time, and took out Ziwei with some regret. He sets a deadline, and if there is no other action before the clockwork is finished, he will immediately return to reality.

Although he was very concerned about Mr. Demon's actions at this time, Klein did not dare to forget that his body was still on the military airship!

However, Snow's frozen picture didn't last for too long. About two minutes later, he suddenly straightened up and took out a rock-like gray-white box from the corner, but no specific material could be seen. At this moment , Klein even felt that the picture was a little blurry.

No, this is not an illusion. Klein clearly realized that this should be Snow's casting of some closed spells. If he hadn't established the connection by relying on the other party's prayer just now, he would probably have been completely destroyed at this time. isolated.

Klein watched Snow carefully open the box, and drew something into the furnace. The flames that suddenly spewed almost turned the entire picture red.

"What exactly is in that box?" Klein curiously turned his gaze to the box that was about to be closed immediately after opening a gap. Almost instantly, Klein felt a tingling in his eyes, and then suddenly his ears suddenly pierced. There was a harsh metal twisting sound, and wounds that seemed to be forcibly torn open on his body.

The pain that seemed to be rolling down the mountain of knives made Klein groan uncontrollably, but the pain came and went quickly, and I don't know if it was because Snow closed the box again, or if the gray fog was immediately isolated. After making contact, Klein quietly retreated while groaning.

The wounds on his body slowly healed under the power of Sefirah Castle. Klein looked at the conference hall that seemed to have been swept by the Blade Storm with lingering fears. With a thought, it returned to its original state.

"This kind of power is much worse than the real creator and the eternal blazing sun, but it can affect the gray fog, and I am afraid it has reached the standard of level 0 sealed artifact... Mr. Demon is using the zero level sealed artifact to make Extraordinary items? Klein was worried about interfering with Mr. Snow, so he didn't dare to continue the link at this time, but he couldn't help but recall the shock brought by the glimpse before, the power that seemed to be full of destruction and death, even if it was just a memory , it sent chills down Klein's back.

However, this time killing is not without benefits. In that one glance, Klein's mind also has a method for making advanced spells.

"Mr. Devil's family is really terrifying! Looking at the need for spell materials... Could it be the high-level Beyonder characteristics of the hunter pathway? Sequence 2 or Sequence 1? Or... uniqueness? But no matter what, Mr. Devil actually tossed himself so much. Haggard, what are you going to do?"

...

"Phew, thanks to Mr. Ke!" In the Black Swan Castle, Snow took a deep breath and resealed the box containing 0-01.

His haggardness is not a disguise, and the tarot club and prayers that have been lifted are not really for fishing, but he really hasn't slept for several days.

The danger level of 0-01 is far higher than he imagined. Although it is safe to put it in a box, even if it draws a breath, it is enough to turn the entire room into a terrifying fantasy that will immediately go out of control if you enter below a demigod. After thinking about it, Snow finally calculated Klein. With the help of Mr. Fool's reckless character, he deliberately lured him to peep at 0-01, and at the moment when 0-01 spontaneously counterattacked, he successfully took out the breath he needed.

Of course, Mr. Ke should also get paid.

Taking a breath, Snow took out a bottle of potion from the alien space, poured it into his mouth, and returned to the furnace.

At this time, the boiling flame has gradually subsided, and the molten metal strips exuding incandescent luster in the second furnace also began to emit an aura of destruction and death.

Looking at the melting furnace that was slowly cooling down, Snow took out a mottled light ball. If he listened carefully, he could vaguely hear shouts of killing, weeping, and screams...

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