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Can't let him come up!

Klein immediately cut off the connection with the sun, but the other party seemed to have realized this. He raised his head slightly, his mouth curled up, and a faint light flashed on his monocle.

The next second, the sacrificial ceremony that should have been interrupted started again!

Oh no!

Klein's scalp tingled. He quickly scanned all the things he could use and rejected them one by one. It was not until he saw the two blasphemous cards that he suddenly realized:

By the way, the paper angel that was just developed not long ago!

At this moment, the figure that was entangled with Derrick suddenly stretched out a hand that was shriveled to the point that only skin and bones were left, and it seemed to penetrate the illusory door and enter the gray fog.

Klein's pupils shrank and he stopped hesitating. He picked up the Black Emperor Card and the Red Priest Card and used his elevated spirituality to pry open the mysterious powers above the gray fog.

Then he threw out the paper man.

Suddenly, the paper figure became unusually tall, radiating golden light, and pairs of huge black wings grew from its back, twelve pairs in total! Each pair of wings had feathers with light and dark interlaced and engraved with many mysterious symbols.

Silently, that sacred yet corrupt, bright yet dark figure flashed out, passed through the illusory door, entered the suitcase, and overlapped with the little sun!

Light and shadow interweave, and the wind is blowing wildly.

In the illusory and complex sound, light and darkness completely erupted. The figure wrapped around Derrick seemed to have received a terrible impact. It suddenly fell backwards and downwards, and continued to disintegrate and disappear, emitting an unwilling roar.

After several seconds, the gray-white mist and the mysterious space above it completely returned to their former tranquility, and the twisted, unreal and weird thing on the little sun disappeared.

Then the illusory door slammed shut, sending the suitcase and Derrick back.

"call--"

Klein let out a long sigh. The sense of crisis that the strange figure gave him was too strong. Although it seemed that it had been dealt with by the paper angel, Klein still did not dare to relax at all - his intuition told him that things were not that simple. ^山\八?看`书,王·¨勿.错_內/内容!

Although it was a bit unfair to Little Sun and it seemed a bit of a loss of status, Klein could only temporarily refuse him entry and allow him to be sacrificed again after he was sure it was safe.

At the bottom of the temple, Derrick suddenly climbed out of the suitcase, gasping for breath as if he was drowning:

He was terrified: he almost brought a dangerous guy of unknown origin into Mr. Fool's palace.

He was afraid that Mr. Fool would be angry with him and expel him from the Tarot Club, and would no longer respond to his prayers.

He was grateful to Mr. Fool for saving him from despair with his golden black-winged angel.

At this moment, gray mist suddenly filled his eyes again, and Derrick saw what he had just seen when Mr. Fool dealt with the unknown person.

"Thank you, Mr. Fool."

"Praise you, Mr. Great Fool!"

Derrick prayed devoutly.

Da da da.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard. Derrick turned around in a hurry and saw Lovia leading the team. She said in a hoarse voice, "I found the way out. Let's go!"

Derrick hurriedly stuffed the sack into the suitcase, then held the suitcase in one hand and picked up the axe in the other: "Okay."

Feeling the malicious gazes from others, Derrick was filled with trepidation.

At this time, Lovia looked ahead and seemed to be talking to herself: "Silver City... still has a future, right?"

Derrick was stunned for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Yes, there will be!"

She nodded, "Go back."

The group walked along the ruined temple into the darkness.

...

Minsk Street 13.

Klein slumped on the sofa, all strength gone.

All along, the gray fog has been his biggest plug-in and reliance. He didn't expect that he would encounter a major crisis there today!

What exactly is that strange figure?

He seemed to be coming towards me... or above the gray fog?

So does the other party know what is above the gray fog?

One problem after another came to his mind, making him upset.

After a while, Klein calmed down and murmured:

"In the final analysis, it's because my sequence is too low and my strength is too weak, so I still have to speed up my promotion!"

...

On the other side, a small villa in Queens.

After Edward left Sefirah Castle, he first offered his suitcase and some food to Mr. Fool, and then looked at the "junk metal" scattered all over the ground.

As expected, he did not see anything absorbing the gray mist. Although he had expected this, Edward was still quite disappointed.

"Fortunately, there is still the Hufflepuff Holy Grail as a backup."

Edward picked up the golden Holy Grail and quickly figured out the two abilities it had gained after "evolution":

The first one is [Delicious Food]. After putting food in and injecting spirituality into it, it can be turned into a large amount of delicious food. Eating delicious food can fill your stomach and keep you from feeling hungry for a longer period of time.

The second one is [fine wine]. If you put something with spirituality in it, it can be transformed into fine wine. Drinking fine wine can be used to restore spirituality.

The negative effect is that long-term consumption of delicious food and fine wine will make your taste picky, and eventually you will find it difficult to swallow food and fine wine that is not worthy of the Hufflepuff gold cup.

The first ability, [Delicious Food], is relatively "ordinary", but Silver City must want this thing very much, so that they can turn the black-faced grass into delicious food. I just don't know if the delicious food after being "transformed" by the golden cup still has the curse of the black-faced grass.

The second ability, [Fine Wine], is very useful to Edward, because after he has the ability of [Bookfish], his biggest problem is the lack of spirituality, and fine wine that can restore spirituality can help make up for this shortcoming.

Putting in something with spirituality would probably be extraordinary materials and extraordinary characteristics.

The specific situation can only be known through experiments.

Looking at the "treasures" on the floor again, Edward checked them one by one without giving up, and threw them into the suitcase: Shroud, fake! Spear of Longinus, fake! Kusanagi sword, fake! Excalibur, fake! Zhuxian sword, fake! Wheels of the sun god's chariot, fake! And Merlin's smelly shoes...

Sure enough, they are all scrap copper, rotten iron and rags!

Alas, it seems that the only truly useful things in the Harry Potter world are those mentioned in the original books. How about borrowing the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat as well next time?

Edward casually picked up the picture frame that was said to be of a god and was about to throw it into the suitcase, but his movements suddenly stopped:

"Huh?"

He stared at the unremarkable wooden picture frame in front of him, surprise gradually showing in his eyes: How could this thing that didn't even have a proper name become an extraordinary item?

It has only one ability:

[World in the Painting] generates an immovable space independent of reality within a certain area, covering both yourself and the target (you can choose to exclude yourself). The duration and range are determined by the spirituality invested when using it.

There are no negative effects.

This ability seems very familiar. It seems that the Orthodox Church usually possesses such a seal, so as to avoid affecting ordinary people when fighting between extraordinary people.

But if I exclude myself, it can barely be considered a cage?

I just don't know how long it lasted.

He checked other things one by one, but unfortunately there was no more "unexpected gain".

"Lilith, come here."

Lilith, who was playing with him nearby, ran over quickly: "I'm here~ What's up, Edward?"

Edward held the picture frame and injected one-fifth of his spirituality into it. Then everything around him became blurry, and it was as if he and Lilith were covered with a layer of frosted glass. Although they were still in the small villa, he knew that this was already another space.

"oops!"

Lilith was startled and shouted, "Edward, where is this?"

"Don't worry, I'm doing an experiment."

Edward took out his pocket watch to check the time, then walked forward, passed through the wall and came outside. When he reached the side of the road, he felt an invisible wall blocking his way.

"The range is probably the small area around the villa."

Lilith followed at this time, and curiously scratched the invisible wall with her claws, "Is this the power of the seal?"

"Yes, it can create a space independent of reality."

Lilith nodded, "When can I get out then?"

"Just be patient and wait."

"Okay."

She yawned out of boredom, then began to raise her legs and pat this and touch that.

About 15 minutes later, the blurry feeling around them suddenly disappeared, and Edward and Lilith returned to reality accompanied by a feeling like glass shattering.

"One fifth of spirituality, is that about 15 minutes? That should be enough."

Edward pinched his chin and muttered, "I just don't know how solid this world in the painting is."

So he injected another two-fifths of spirituality and used the picture frame again.

The next moment, he and Lilith came to the world in the painting again. This time, after measurement, the length and width were about doubled.

"Lilith, come here."

"oh."

The little guy immediately ran over and jumped into Edward's arms.

Edward put her on his shoulder, then waved his wand and used Thunder Explosion, Fiendfire, and other extraordinary abilities such as Amplification, Distortion, and Fatal Blow to attack the invisible wall.

However, there was no effect at all.

"call--"

This proves that this [world in the painting] is indestructible, at least by most demigods.

After 20 minutes, the effects of the world in the painting disappeared and Edward returned to reality again.

"It's a pity that the duration is not doubled."

Edward returned to the villa and put away the picture frame.

"Let's find a real demigod to help test the strength when we get a chance. Next up is the Hufflepuff Gold Cup."