The Lord of Reincarnation

Smith finished his school day, returned home, and began his routine of prayers and callings.

The last time he was suddenly summoned to an unnamed desert island and fought against the scaled people, let him understand that he was still too weak.

So, he increased his daily exercise time.

After persevering, Smith found that his body was much stronger, with more subtle muscular contours, and even the girls in school had a much higher rate of turning heads.

Physical exercise is only one aspect, and he is even more delighted that after the last time, he has a deeper grasp of the mantra.

At this time, even being able to detect his mental power, he must be much stronger than ordinary people.

He has tried, and with just his eyes, he can scare away several vicious dogs.

But the name that he cared about - 'Nikolaya', did not bring any trouble to his life.

Maybe it was the blessing of the Lost God, or maybe he was too weak. Unless in a special environment like a deserted island, calling the name of the god would not bring any response.

The key to Fang Xian's summoning success is his personality. Moreover, it is still located in Nikolaia's own dreamland.

Of course, even so, Smith did not dare to chant that terrible name.

He finished his dinner, went back to his room, and began to think.

On a piece of paper, write down your goals for this period of time.

'Exercise routine - done! '

'Daily prayer - done! '

‘Contact the supernatural—? ? ? '

"I need to get in touch with that circle and understand some basic knowledge, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes on that island!" Smith muttered to himself: "Maybe there are special management agencies in the police station, but I can't bet my own safety on them." In terms of tolerance... Gangsters may be able to get in touch with this dark side, but it is too dangerous... My best choice is actually my comrades-in-arms last time, such as Vivian, and that man... Unfortunately, the situation was urgent , leaving no contact information.”

Out of the same belief, he temporarily felt that those people could be trusted.

at this time,

But I deeply felt the inconvenience of contacting: "God of the Lost... Even in your deep sleep, you can still respond to the prayers of humble believers. Please let us have our own communication channels..."

...

Vivian's arms were bandaged, and she looked out the window with a sad face.

That dream was very strange, the injuries suffered inside were brought to the outside world!

At that time, in order to cast the 'Bird with Broken Wings' spell, she stabbed herself in the arm, and had to make up a lie that the mirror was broken, and she managed to get away with it.

However, he was also sent to the hospital for treatment by his terrified parents, and his range of activities was greatly restricted.

‘Supernatural power is indeed intoxicating...but...you have to pay a price? '

The girl's elegant eyes suddenly became a little confused.

...

In a dense forest.

Mitch, a tall, lanky, grim-looking man in hunter's attire, slogs his way through the rotting mire.

In fact, he is indeed a 'hunter', a mercenary from the dark world, who is responsible for solving some people or things that cannot be made public for his employer.

Due to professional relations, this industry still occasionally comes into contact with some supernatural cases, so he may have the deepest understanding of occultism among a group of believers, but he only knows it.

The door of inhumanity is not so easy to open.

Therefore, after getting a few words from the 'Lost God', he will be ecstatic and devote himself to it.

"I have mastered the immortal poem, and the next thing is the bird with broken wings!"

Mitch muttered, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Pain...why sacrifice my own pain, can't others' pain work? This requires a test object..."

He sensed the approach of many green and blue eyes in the dense forest, they were wolves!

"It's you!"

Mickey smiled cruelly, reciting the Immortal Psalm.

In the low and hoarse mantra, the inexplicable mental pressure was released.

One after another the wild wolves fell, changing from hunters to prey.

What happened next was also the law of the jungle in nature, but the position was reversed.

"I... I will definitely take revenge. Great God of Lost, please bless me... As long as I succeed in revenge, my soul and my life are all yours."

After a long time, Mickey wiped off the blood on his hands and walked out of the dense forest.

...

The unnamed island.

Fang Xian, who had noticed several waves of 'censorship', returned to the dormitory with a blank expression.

In his ears, the 'prayers' of a large number of believers have been lingering. The kind with pictures can understand the prayers of any believer.

'This is an incidental to the sixth-level alchemist, but I can only use it so far... As for the active response? Or even godsend? I'm a fake, I have no power at all...'

Fang Xian shook his head and ignored it.

'Believers need to be guided, and the lost god needs to be forced... It seems that Droca will end up and become the favored one and the pope? Don't... I'm a little tired of this one...'

The secret castle has been loose on the outside and tight on the inside recently. It is said that several legendary investigators have returned.

It is also impossible for Fang Xian to directly deduce any evil witchcraft in the room.

All he can do is silently sort out the various knowledge he has obtained in his mind.

Among them, Hopkins' achievements in the last stage of his life are the most precious.

That is the taboo knowledge named by Fang Xian as the "Hopskinden Magic".

In addition, the other three scriptures also gave Fang Xian a lot of inspiration. For example, the imprinting technology in "The Old Seal of Blood" can be combined with the spiritual stamp invented by Hopkins to become the guardian of ordinary people. Sanity's best bastion.

In addition, the knowledge of the Throne of the Wild Hunt allows Fang Xian to better use the Wind Chaser Mark, summon invisible monsters, and even order them to do some complicated things.

As for the "Black Emperor Nine Profound Canon", needless to say, the hymn of worms will definitely be greatly enriched, and the chapters contained in it are far more than that.

At least in terms of occult medicine, Fang Xian felt that as long as he studied for a while, he could definitely surpass most investigators.

In his opinion, the secret that the Keeper's Headquarters had painstakingly tried to protect was nothing at all.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Fang Xian got up, opened the door, and saw Eric.

"Roka...I...have something to tell you."

Eric was embarrassed and authentic, his eyes dodged a little.

‘It’s something I’m guilty of doing, but it’s not about me, I want to confide. '

Fang Xian smiled slightly in his heart, accurately grasped the guy's psychology, and made a way out: "Come in and say..."

"The new instructor found me and said that I have psychological talent and the potential to become a 'blood healer'. She hopes that I will stay at the headquarters to study...after the training."

Eric struggled and said: "This...is this not a betrayal of the branch?"