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  Chapter 521 Battle on the Sea

  Is this the twisted ability of the "Black Emperor" path? Above the gray fog, Klein, who saw the scene just now through "psychic communication", made a judgment in his heart.

  The light blue light in the eyes of the prophet's clone instantly brightened a little, and the faint light of brass outlined one mysterious symbol after another around him, and finally evolved into a seal-like projection.

  As the seal took shape, a bright but not dazzling light golden light burst out around it. He immediately used the dragon language to recite in a low voice:

  "Notarization: Invalid!"

  With the establishment of the "notarization", the melodious singing voice that had become weak and covered by the wind became clear again. The melodious and clear singing voice made the pirates on the "One-eyed Skull" fall into obsession again.

  On the sea not far away, the prophet's clone walked on the sea as if walking on flat ground, only the long boots on his feet sank slightly.

  This was Klein's blessing from above the gray fog. With the Seagod's Scepter, he could exert the power of the demigod level in this path to a limited extent.

  As he stepped forward, another seal-like projection appeared in front of him, shining brightly.

  "Notarization: Valid!"

  As he recited, the melodious singing echoing in the surrounding sea suddenly intensified, becoming clearer, more pleasant, and more fascinating.

  The next moment, an obscure wave spread out from the cabin of the "One-Eyed Skull", and all sounds became chaotic wherever it passed.

  The originally noisy and layered sound of the waves suddenly became pleasant, and the originally melodious singing became sharp and piercing, making people want to cover their ears.

  Above the gray fog, Klein keenly noticed some changes on the sea surface, and he quickly transferred his vision to the prophet's clone.

  On the sea, the prophet's clone suddenly stopped. Klein transferred the picture in his mind, combined with the prophet's own insight and intuition, he roughly understood what the hidden demigod was doing.

  "He is tampering with some rules to create a fighting environment that is favorable to him."

  "The best way to deal with this kind of guy who likes to find loopholes is to violently dismantle it."

  While whispering, the crystal ball held in the prophet's left hand suddenly became bright and transparent, and the azure starlight was moving according to a certain law.

  The next moment, he raised his right hand and poured spirituality into the transparent crystal ball.

  Pieces of starlight floated around him in violation of the laws of physics. The gravity of the surrounding sea seemed to have suddenly disappeared. The seawater instantly poured into the air. The "One-Eyed Skull" was like an almost weightless feather, swaying and floating in the air with the seawater.

  This state lasted for less than a second. The gravity that had almost disappeared suddenly increased, carrying the seawater and the "One-Eyed Skull" back to the sea surface.

  Suddenly, a huge lightning that illuminated the surrounding sea struck down and headed straight for the upper cabin of the "One-Eyed Skull", which was the source of all distortion and chaos.

  Boom!

  Electric snakes began to run wildly, and red flames rose from the wooden cabin. The deafening thunder came a step late, echoing in the ears of the pirates lying on the ship.

  Then, one after another, silver-white lightning with claws and fangs bared fell densely, covering the entire "One-eyed Skull". Some of the silver-white lightning struck a certain part of the cabin with great purpose.

  At the moment when the cabin was about to be struck, several thick lightnings that were almost intertwined suddenly separated, violating the laws of nature, and sank into the surrounding sea water close to the cabin, making the nearby sea surface instantly lit up, and there were tiny electric snakes sizzling everywhere.

  Before the pirates on the "One-eyed Skull" recovered from this series of changes, many of them had already died in the lightning attack just now. There were

  several charred bodies lying on the deck, like burnt wood. Those who survived by chance were also twitching in the electric snakes wandering around, with their hair standing up, with a little smell of burning.

  The "Sea King" should have noticed the movement here and is on his way. I will lure the demigod out, and you will find an opportunity to directly deliver a fatal blow.

  Yes, remember to let the "Siren" hiding under the sea catch a few pirates in the chaos. Klein above the gray fog responded while waving the Sea God's Scepter in his hand.

  The sound of the storm blowing around suddenly became crisp, half sharp, as if it could pierce the eardrum and penetrate the brain, and half low, as if it was rhythmically beating the heart.

  This brought a very bad experience to the pirates on the ship. They were dizzy and their blood was surging rapidly, as if it could be vomited out of their mouths and noses at any time.

  This state did not last too long. The sharp sound of the wind soon became soft, and the low sound became gentle, and it was constantly decreasing, losing its original effect.

  The little brass-colored light outlined a pattern similar to a scale in front of the prophet's clone, with an indescribable sense of majesty.

  He looked at the "One-eyed Skull" ahead with a sharp gaze, and muttered the word "Exile" in the dragon language:

  "Exile!"

  An invisible and powerful force appeared out of thin air under the sailboat, directly lifting the huge sailboat away. Under the huge force, the sailboat almost disintegrated.

  Amid the sobbing, a strong wind suddenly became fierce, turning into a hurricane that exceeded its own limit, and forcibly caught the "One-eyed Skull" in mid-air and pushed it towards the open sea.     On the sea below, the prophet's clone watched this scene calmly. The silver in his eyes gradually faded, and the light blue brilliance flowed again, outlining a mysterious symbol composed of layers of illusory doors.

  The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared, and he reappeared on the "One-Eyed Skull" which was caught in the hurricane in mid-air.

  A little bit of brass-colored light wandered around the ship, as if it was exploring something, changing something.

  A pattern similar to a scale took shape in front of him, emitting a light brown hazy light, which also stained his voice with an indescribable majesty:

  "It is forbidden to distort the rules here!"

  "It is forbidden to mess with the rules here!"

  Although the two consecutive "forbidden" were not enough to directly erase the extraordinary ability of the opposite demigod, they also effectively reduced the effects of the other party's "distortion" and "chaos".

  The hurricane that engulfed the "One-Eyed Skull" returned to normal, no longer enough to lift the entire sailboat, and the feeling of weightlessness was suddenly transmitted to everyone on the ship.

  While the demigod hiding on the ship had not yet reacted and made the correct response, the prophet's clone once again simulated the ability of the "Law Mage" and spoke in a low voice in the Dragon Language:

  "Exile!"

  Somewhere in the upper cabin, an invisible force surged, directly tearing the void apart, and with a strong traction, threw all nearby objects into the void, and threw them to an unknown place.

  The prophet's clone's body suddenly moved forward uncontrollably, and under the traction of the invisible force, it crashed into the crack that tore the void apart.

  As the body approached, he also saw clearly the figure who was still struggling to hold on:

  he had black hair and golden eyes, and his dress was straight. He was a mature and elegant handsome man with a typical Loen appearance. He didn't look old, only about 30 years old, but his hairline had receded beyond his age.

  The prophet's clone did not lift the "exile" as the other party expected. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he muttered in a low voice:

  "Exile!"

  An invisible and majestic force suddenly erupted, lifting the two of them together and crashing into the crack that tore the space apart.

  Boom!

  The next moment after the two disappeared, a loud explosion-like sound rang out around them.

  It was a terrible sonic boom mixed with the whimpering of the wind field!

  The "Sea King" Yann Cotman, who was still on his way, made a move from a distance. On the sea, he was definitely one of the saints closest to angels.

  A powerful and terrifying spirit "scanned" the surroundings, looking for every abnormal place.

  The "One-Eyed Skull" disintegrated directly in this sonic boom, the deck cracked inch by inch, countless wooden boards scattered, and the mast that was originally supported was directly broken into several pieces. Only a frame supported by the keel remained on the entire hull.

  The pirates on the ship fell into the sea with the scattered ones, and their mouths, noses, and ears were all gurgling with blood.

  Most of the pirates had already fainted, and several extraordinary people with slightly higher sequences also had swollen heads and were drowsy, unable to resist.

  Under the sea, several dark and slippery tentacles suddenly stretched out. These tentacles purposefully rolled up several semi-conscious pirates and pulled them into the cold sea.

  As if feeling provoked, the angry will descended across a long distance.

  The dark clouds in the sky split open, or quickly condensed, growing eyebrows and mouth, forming a human face, the face of Yann Kautman.

  His anger turned into a howling wind, mixed with the whimpering sound of the wind field, like layers of superimposed sonic booms.

  At the same time, there were silver-white streaks running through the clouds, condensing into thick silver-white lightning, and struck down with the sonic boom.

  Above the gray fog, Klein's mouth twitched slightly. What kind of person creates what kind of magical items, even the provocative style is exactly the same as his own.

  While complaining in his heart, he quickly infused spirituality into the Scepter of Poseidon, competing with "Sea King" Yann Kautman for control of lightning and storms.

  The angry lightning in the sky suddenly dispersed, turning into countless tiny electric snakes that rushed to all parts of the sea. The layers of sonic booms that pressed down also lost their power, turning into a whimpering gust of wind that blew across the sea.

  In the sky, the eyes and mouth of the human face that was torn out of the clouds flashed dazzling silver, making crackling sounds, as if the anger was completely ignited.

  An attack full of destruction and tyranny was brewing in the clouds, and at the same time, a spirit filled with anger kept "scanning" the surroundings, trying to find the guy who had just secretly fought for control of the storm.  Chapter 522 Provocation

  Above the gray fog, Klein very rationally gave up the idea of ​​competing with the "Sea King" for control of the storm.

  He put down the Sea God's Staff, reached out and summoned a crudely cut paper man from the pile of debris, and used the characteristics of the "Conqueror" to create a paper angel with flames all over his body.

  Following the mark left by the prophet's clone on the "Siren", he gave the "Siren" hiding under the sea a blessing of the paper angel.

  Then he picked up the Sea God's Staff beside him and gave it some blessings of the ocean domain to help it avoid the "Sea King"'s sweep of this sea area.

  After doing all this, Klein sat back in the high-backed chair behind him and breathed a sigh of relief.

  I hope it won't be found by the "Sea King", otherwise it probably won't even have a chance to be remade.

  I, a half-baked "Sea God", can barely exert some power relying on this gray fog and the Sea God's Staff. Compared with the "Sea King" who is in the process of development, it is completely like a child who has not yet begun to develop and a healthy adult.

  As he sighed, the image condensed by the crimson light shook slightly and became very blurry. The image also showed strange distortions.

  "Huh? What's going on? The mental scan of the 'Sea King' shouldn't be enough to cause such a strong reaction."

  "Did an angel cast his gaze over here? The Church of Storms? Or just passing by? No, it doesn't seem to have any will mixed in. Is it a '0' level seal?"

  While talking to himself, Klein decisively ended his observation of that sea area and cast his gaze towards another sea area along the connection of "mind communication".

  The sea was empty. There was nothing but the howling wind and the crimson moonlight.

  Klein saw more above the gray fog. In his real vision, he saw a tangled green vine, layer upon layer, forming a green forest.

  "Imprison!"

  While chanting the dragon language in a low voice, the prophet's clone raised his hand and pushed forward, creating a flowing transparent liquid that was extremely viscous, as if forming a huge amber, tightly wrapping the black-haired, golden-eyed, black-dressed "Black Emperor" demigod, restricting him in place.

  The black-haired, golden-eyed demigod raised his hand calmly, and the "imprisonment" effect that was close to that of a demigod was like paper in front of him. With a slight pull, it broke.

  "Are you from the Castilla family?"

  As he spoke, the dark red glow in his eyes slowly flowed, and his right hand clenched into a fist and swung forward with force.

  The distance between the two people became chaotic at this moment. The distance of dozens of meters was shortened to within one step, and the ordinary fist was "magnified" into a fatal blow.

  The pupils of the prophet's clone shrank slightly, and his body suddenly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of bubbles under the fist that was enough to kill him.

  These bubbles reflected colorful colors, scattered and flew, and disappeared in a flash.

  His figure reappeared a hundred meters behind the black-haired demigod.

  The faint light of brass color was transmitted everywhere, outlining one strange symbol after another, constantly reinforcing this space and repairing the loopholes caused by "chaos". The pale blue

  brilliance in the eyes of the prophet's clone was bright, and an indescribable sense of majesty emanated from him, as if he was a terrifying existence that could easily dominate other people's lives.

  Under this degree of majesty, the black-haired demigod was briefly shocked in place, and a great sense of fear arose in his heart for no reason. He couldn't help but want to bow his head, even want to crawl, want to listen to every word of the other party, and follow every order of the other party.

  Without the slightest hesitation, he transferred the negative state on his body to the prophet's clone through "gift".

  The prophet's clone suddenly lost his fighting spirit, and the mysterious symbol similar to the scale that had just condensed in front of him suddenly collapsed.

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Several thin and sharp wind blades suddenly cut through the air and shot over.

  The thin wind blades were suddenly "magnified" dozens of times in mid-air, with a sharp cutting feeling, plowing several half-meter wide gullies on the ground interwoven with green vines.

  Almost in the blink of an eye, these wind blades submerged the position where the prophet's clone was located, cutting his body into pieces of pale yellow paper scraps.

  His figure appeared more than ten meters away, and the light blue light flowing in his eyes seemed very dim, and the whole person seemed a little listless.

  At this moment, all kinds of dark and depressed thoughts began to emerge in his heart, and he fell into extreme self-contradiction.

  Just now, using the paper man substitute to dodge the attack was already a little bit of spirit that he had to hold up.

  At this moment, thick gray fog suddenly surged out from in front of him, and a tall angel with twelve pairs of flaming wings and heavy full-body armor stained with red blood and rust appeared.

  The wings burning with red flames wrapped him layer by layer, grafting the negative influence on him to the unknown.

  Light blue light flowed in his eyes, outlining a symbol composed of layers of illusory doors.

  The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

  Boom!

  A thick silver-white lightning bolt ignored the distance and appeared where he had just stood.

  The green vines on the ground were blown into a deep pit, becoming charred black, and tiny silver-white electric snakes slithered around, making a crackling sound.     About a hundred meters behind the black-haired demigod, the prophet's clone suddenly appeared. A little bit of brass light outlined a scale-like pattern in front of him. His voice was filled with an indescribable sense of majesty and he said:

  "Bending the rules is prohibited here!"

  "Bribery is prohibited here!"

  "Corruption is prohibited here!"

  "Here."

  Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly became confused, as if he was slurring his words, and the subsequent "prohibition" could never take shape.

  At the same time, a nameless anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he wanted to violently tear apart everything around him.

  The strong anger made it difficult for him to even think, and he just wanted to tear and kill the person in front of him regardless of everything.

  His breathing became heavy, and the light blue flowing in his eyes began to shake with the violent fluctuations of his emotions.

  The prophet's clone exhaled heavily, relying on his own rationality to temporarily suppress the anger that was "given" and "magnified".

  Around him, there was a constant flow of brass light, outlining strange, mysterious symbols with the breath of the sun domain.

  The gleam of brass gradually turned into golden light, and it became brighter and hotter.

  At the same time, he half-opened his arms, and as if embracing the gift of the gods, he piously chanted:

  "Sun!"

  Instantly, golden flames with scorching heat ignited around him. They intertwined and intertwined, forming a huge pure ball of light, and burst out with blazing light and heat, enveloping everything around it, igniting and destroying everything.

  In the blazing white light and fire, an abnormal hole appeared, and the surrounding light and flames twisted and bypassed it spontaneously.

  As the surrounding green vines were ignited, this space finally had a loophole that could be exploited.

  "A little insignificant anger and the dark side of the heart are enough to make people do irrational things."

  The black-haired demigod sighed with a smile, and the dark red in his eyes became a little more intense.

  With the cooperation of the surrounding light and fire and the green vines, a passage out of this space appeared.

  Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, his figure flickered a few times strangely, and he left this space directly.

  Feeling the cold sea breeze blowing on his face and the crimson moonlight, he suddenly heard a familiar and majestic dragon voice in his ears:

  "Imprison!"

  Layers of transparent walls appeared out of thin air, freezing him firmly in place.

  He raised his hand and wanted to directly distort the strength of his extraordinary ability again like before, and then tear apart the invisible barrier around him that imprisoned him.

  A blazing white and light purple flame spear suddenly appeared and fell from the sky, like an unstoppable meteor, which continued to enlarge in the eyes of the black-haired demigod and got closer and closer.

  He just stood there in a daze, as if he was scared and didn't know how to respond. If you look closely, you can find that his pupils are shrinking very slowly, as if his own time has been slowed down.

  This state did not last too long, and he quickly used his extraordinary ability to end the negative effects on his body in advance.

  After a short delay, the flaming spear that fell like a meteor was already close. In his horrified eyes, the flaming spear instantly pierced his head.

  This was an attack with the power of "harvest". Even though the strength was weakened by his ability of "distortion", it still achieved a fatal effect after hitting the vital point.

  A powerful spirit also "scanned" over at this moment, with anger that was almost condensed into substance, making the wind around it much more intense.

  The prophet's clone took a step without hesitation. His figure flashed and appeared directly beside the body of the black-haired demigod. He grabbed him with one hand and outlined the symbols of illusory doors in the air with the other hand.

  The brass-colored glimmer quickly moved around, continuously outlining several illusory doors covered with mysterious symbols.

  In the sky, heavy dark clouds gathered quickly, and then broke apart continuously, growing eyebrows, eyes and mouths.

  Silver-white lightning filled with the aura of destruction poured down from the mouth and nose of the human face formed by the dark clouds, like a silver-white forest with a tyrannical and destructive aura, illuminating the entire sea area in white.

  The prophet's clone dragged the body of the black-haired demigod and looked at the human face in the sky, waved at him, and then randomly chose an illusory door to enter.

  As soon as he stepped into the illusory door, silver-white lightning enveloped the surroundings. Some of them rushed into the illusory doors and were sent to unknown places, while others fell around.

  The illusory doors only lasted for a moment before they were annihilated by the lightning storm and shattered into tiny dots of faint blue light.  Chapter 523: Harvest and Spiritual Communication

  Near the island of Simim, in a sea area full of reefs, several pirates were washed onto the reefs as the waves hit.

  Their clothes were loose, as if they had been roughly untied. Their lips were slightly open, revealing a very uniform silly smile, with sticky and transparent saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths. They did not feel the seawater pouring into their mouths, and their faces were also abnormally flushed.

  Another wave hit, and after the high splashing water fell, a charming and seductive figure appeared on the reef not far away. Her black hair was soft and spread all the way to her waist. The hair was very thick, as thick as a baby's little finger, like a living tentacle.

  Her exposed skin had a layer of faint scarlet tattoos, like strange symbols, and like a layer of fine scales hidden under the skin.

  Her lower body was immersed in the cold and dark sea water, making it difficult to see clearly, and it was only felt that this was an extremely charming woman.

  She leaned against the reef, her eyes lingering on the pirates whose faces were still flushed, and then she looked away with a look of disgust.

  A little bit of brass light suddenly emerged from the void, quickly wandering in the air, outlining an illusory door covered with mysterious symbols.

  A headless corpse wearing a charred and tattered suit fell out of it, with a little bit of black and dark red fluorescence on his body.

  Then the prophet's clone also walked out of the illusory door, and there was a charred mark on his left arm with a little bit of red.

  This was the damage caused by the lightning that entered the illusory door. Although he used the corpse of the demigod as a shield at the first time, his left hand that was pulling the corpse was still damaged.

  The prophet's clone simulated the ability of the "Wind Blesser", summoned a swirling gust of wind, and lifted his body to land steadily on the reef.

  Then he spread his spirituality, stretched out his hand and drew a symbol representing secrecy in the air, and at the same time, he whispered a spell in the dragon language:

  "Secrecy!"

  A layer of night with a sense of tranquility suddenly fell, covering the entire reef.

  After doing all this, he had the energy to look at the captured pirates.

  The prophet's clone swept his calm eyes over them, taking in their conditions, and finally his eyes fell on their crotches, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. They

  were basically useless. The abnormal flush on their faces was not only because of overexcitement, but also because they had been infected with diseases, were having fevers, kidney and other organ failures, pneumonia, blood diseases, and their mental conditions did not seem to be right. There was no way to save them, at least it would take a "life refining" level of means.

  Then he turned his head to look at the "Siren" lying on the top of another reef. The other party also looked back with a smile, his expression was full of bewitching, with the power to charm people.

  Snap! The prophet's clone raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Dots of light blue fluorescence floated, like insects swimming in the air, quickly submerging the body of the "Siren" and turning her back into a palm-sized black figurine.

  The moment the figurine took shape, it automatically flew into the hands of the prophet's clone, against the laws of nature.

  He looked down at the figurine in his hand. Its expression was still a bewitching smile, but it had a more satisfied feeling.

  "I came too hastily and haven't given you a name yet. It's not a fish tail, so calling you Siren doesn't seem appropriate."

  When the prophet's clone lowered his head and muttered to himself, Klein's voice was transmitted to Renekton's mind through "psychic communication":

  "Don't worry about the name. I have used the Scepter of Poseidon several times in a row and used the characteristics of "Conqueror". My spirituality can't hold up. Remember to collect the remaining spirits of those pirates. I will use them for spiritual communication later."

  Without waiting for the prophet's clone to answer, Klein unilaterally cut off the "psychic communication".

  Realizing that the "psychic communication" had been disconnected, the prophet's clone shrugged his shoulders and returned his gaze to the demigod corpse that was emitting characteristics.

  He gently rubbed his fingers, creating a little bit of brass light, which quickly moved over the corpse, outlining one mysterious symbol after another.

  The speed at which the corpse induced characteristics suddenly increased. In less than half a minute, those extraordinary characteristics had completed aggregation:

  one piece after another of dark red black crystals, irregularly clustered into a strange crown, with a dark red eye in the middle. He

  put the precipitated "Fallen Earl" characteristics into a square iron box prepared in advance and sealed it. Then he took out a few light brown glass bottles, poured out the herbal powder prepared in advance, and chanted the spell in a low voice.

  The spirits that had not yet completely dissipated around him condensed in the air, melted into drops of translucent liquid and were collected in the glass bottle.

  After doing all this, he took two steps forward, bent down and took off the black leather glove on the corpse's right hand. The glove had azure blue lines like layers of waves.

  The moment the black leather gloves were held in his hand, the prophet's clone felt his anger growing.

  The negative effect was quite serious. Just holding it would make people feel irritated and angry. In this situation, it was easy to make impulsive and irrational behaviors. While sighing, a cold light blue flashed in his eyes, with a rational and indifferent meaning.     He took the glove in his hand and studied it carefully for a long time. The silver mist in his eyes gradually faded away. He roughly analyzed the effect of this magical item:

  it corresponds to the "Wind-loving One" of the "Storm" path sequence six, and has the ability to create "wind blades", control the wind to glide, float, fly and control water, and has good extraordinary abilities in the fields of wind and water.

  The negative effects are: it will cause the holder to be easily struck by lightning, and be easily attacked by monsters in the deep sea or at night, and will make the holder enter a state of irritability and anger, and accumulate little by little. If this emotion cannot be vented in time, it may lead to loss of control.

  The extraordinary ability possessed is not strong for a demigod, and there are many negative effects, but it is just right for a demigod of the "Black Emperor" path. He can distort the negative effects on himself and minimize them, and can also "give" them to the enemy, and the wind blade with the "amplified" effect can easily reach the lethality of the demigod level.

  Because he had not prepared enough iron boxes in advance, he put the gloves directly into his coat pocket, relying on his own rational state to suppress the influence of irritability and anger.

  Then he cast his eyes on the three pirates lying on the reef not far away. They were plagued by diseases and could not even wait for the prophet's clone to take action. They could not hold on. Dots of light blue and red light emanated from them.

  After a short stay, he collected the extracted characteristics and the sealed spirit, simulated the creation of the "Traveler's Gate", and then left this sea area.

  Without the cover of secrecy, the spirit of "Sea King" Yan Cotman "scanning" the entire sea area quickly discovered this place.

  After a short period of time, he came here riding the strong wind.

  His eyes were cold, full of anger, and he looked around and whispered to himself:

  "The person who took away Kalvetuwa's characteristics is still staying in the Rorsted Islands."

  Above the gray fog, Renekton nodded to Klein and then turned his eyes to the table in front of him.

  In addition to the crystal ball that he had sent to the prophet's clone, there was one more thing:

  a strange crown made up of pieces of black crystals with dark red interspersed in an irregular pattern, with a dark red eye in the middle.

  It had a strange sense of majesty and evil. The dark red on the black crystals intertwined into a strange pattern. It seemed to follow normal rules, but it was full of discordant meanings, as if it was hiding a lot of madness and chaos.

  His eyes suddenly became deep, and he looked at the strange crown in front of him for a long time, until he saw all the details clearly, and then he slowly retracted his gaze.

  While he was thinking, Klein spoke first:

  "Are you going to bring this feature to the Forsaken Land of God? Why? There shouldn't be a shortage of monsters and features there?"

  "I've been running into Amon a lot recently, and I need this ability to distort and use the rules, at least to fight against his 'fraud' to a certain extent."

  Renekton raised his head slightly, leaning against the back of the chair, and said this with a lack of confidence.

  Klein was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked,

  "What if he directly steals this characteristic, or the magical item on you?"

  ".You'd better hope for something good from me." The corner of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly.

  Klein changed the subject with a slight embarrassment: "I have communicated with the pirates on the 'One-eyed Skull' and the demigod."

  After a pause, he organized his words a little and continued:

  "The demigod is a major general of the Loen Kingdom military named Charles. He represents a faction of the royal family and the military to cooperate with the Witch Cult to collect and traffic people at sea. He is responsible for the safety of pirate ships transporting people at sea. When necessary, he is also responsible for silencing people and erasing traces of the royal family."

  "He himself is the Sequence Four 'Fallen Count' of the 'Black Emperor' pathway, but I remember that the Loen military only mastered part of the formula of this pathway, which does not contain sequences four and above."

  "Unless Solomon, the Trunsost family, or the 'King of the Five Seas' Nast are also involved."

  As he spoke, he cast a questioning look at Rekton.

  Renekton leaned back in his chair, playing with the characteristics of the "Fallen Earl" while speaking:

  "'Five Seas King' Nast is also a descendant of the Solomon family, but he probably won't get involved in human trafficking. It won't do him any good. As a pirate king, he doesn't lack that little money."

  "Also, his focus now should be on perfecting the rituals required to advance to Sequence Two, and finding the corresponding potion materials." Chapter 524 Monday

  Klein listened in silence, recalling his previous encounter with "King of the Five Seas" Nast:

  He was indeed chasing the Black Emperor Card and the opportunity to be promoted. The rules he made at sea had basically met the requirements of the "Duke of Entropy" promotion ceremony. In this case, his own promotion must be more important, unless the Loen Royal Family or the Witch Cult could directly come up with the "Duke of Entropy" characteristics, which was obviously unlikely.

  After a moment of silence, he continued to ask:

  "Who do you think is the collaborator between the Kingdom of Loen and the Witch Cult?"

  Renekton kept playing with the strange crown in his hand, and said calmly:

  "It is impossible to be sure. There are many people who have mastered the complete potion formula of the 'Black Emperor' path. In addition to the descendants of Solomon and the Trunsost family, there are also blood clans and those old guys who survived from the Third and Fourth Epochs." "

  For example, the original witch, "She" has seen the blasphemous slate and has lived for so long. She must have killed some saints and angels of the 'Black Emperor' path. It is not surprising that she has mastered the high-sequence formula of this path."

  "Those who can cooperate with the Kingdom of Loen and the Witch Cult must have a high status. No one can rule it out."

  Klein nodded in understanding, temporarily skipped this topic, and continued:

  "Those pirates don't know much, and what they remember most is the restricted scene in the sea."

  "They were just following the orders of the 'mad captain' Connors Victor. They knew nothing except that their boss was engaged in human trafficking. They had no idea that there was a demigod hiding on the ship."

  Renekton was not surprised. It would be strange if the clues were found so easily with the help of a group of spectators.

  Putting down the strange crown in his hand, he pondered and said,

  "The 'Mad Captain' has most likely fallen into the hands of the Church of Storms, and the effect is not much different. Anyway, aren't you going to report to the church after getting the information?"

  Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and then he made a final summary:

  "I didn't get any new and useful information on this trip, except that I know there is a third-party force that has the formula for high-sequence potions in the 'Black Emperor' pathway."

  With a sigh, he added,

  "What do you plan to do with the remaining extraordinary characteristics and magical items? They correspond to the 'Angry People' and 'Sailors' of the Storm Path, and the other one is a 'Hunter'."

  "The 'Mad Captain' doesn't have many extraordinary people under his command. When you asked the 'Siren' to capture people, he had already targeted their characteristics, right?"

  Renekton spread his hands and defended himself,

  "This has nothing to do with me. Maybe it thinks these three extraordinary people are stronger and can better meet its needs."

  After a pause, he continued,

  "I have taken away the characteristics of the 'Fallen Count'. The rest belongs to you. You can use them to create a few magical items, or you can choose to sell them directly. It just so happens that this afternoon is this week's Tarot Club."

  "The demigod of the Loen military is a bit poor. He should have been promoted not long ago. His only relic is a magical item corresponding to the 'Wind Blessed One'. The negative effect is strong and it cannot be used."

  "I suggest that you crush it into characteristics directly, and then find a fish in the sea to feed it. In this way, you can herd a 'Wind Blessed One'. On the sea, the ability of the Wind Blessed One is still very practical."

  Klein listened silently, and then complained: "Your idea is very novel. No wonder you can be friends with Frank."

  At the end, he continued to add:

  "How should I crush the magical items? Mr. Azik has not fully recovered yet, and he should not be able to exert the power of the angel level."

  Renekton leaned back in his chair and said leisurely:

  "Hold a ceremony to ask for some power from the 'Hidden Sage' or the 'Goddess of Night'. This is just a simple thing for them."

  "Or, you can also look for Bernadette, she is already a 'sage'.

  "By the way, I'm running out of food, and I need you to help me prepare some fresh food later, and I also need two brass lanterns."

  "Okay." Klein nodded slightly.

  After getting the specific details of the ceremony from Renekton, he ended this brief meeting.

  In the God-Forsaken Land, Renekton repaired in the ruins of a city with only broken walls and ruins for a while, until Klein notified him that everything he needed had been prepared.

  He then used the remaining materials to arrange a simple ceremony, taking out the extraordinary characteristics of the "Fallen Count", the crystal ball he used as a lighting tool, food for the next few days, and two brass lanterns.

  After the ceremony of praying for the blessing ended, the shadows under his feet crawled out. The water surged up like a stream, engulfing everything on the ground and transferring it to the shadow world.

  After doing all this, Renekton held the lantern in one hand and the Beyonder characteristic of the "Fallen Count" in the other. The deep blue and purple light flowed in his eyes, outlining one mysterious symbol after another.

  Behind him, a somewhat incomplete ring made of gears and chains emerged.

  The ring slowly rotated, and in the middle, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes with countless bright stars suddenly opened.

  With a cold feeling of seeing through everything and ignoring everything, there was a suppressed madness.     The appearance of these eyes suddenly made Renekton's aura rise, and the coldness and madness in his eyes gradually became stronger.

  During this process, he felt a faint call from the east, which seemed to be there and not there, more like his own intuition, rather than a real sound and feeling.

  He quickly gathered his mind, and while he could still resist the erosion of the divinity in the "Sage" characteristic, he held the "Fallen Earl" characteristic in his left hand and squeezed it hard, and dots of bright starlight emanated from his hand, accompanied by the crisp sound of crystals breaking.

  The extraordinary characteristics that had already been aggregated and formed were shattered into dots of light mixed with black and dark red, merging with the dots of bright starlight that appeared around them, and slowly, with a strange rhythm, they merged into the brass lantern in his right hand.

  The ordinary lantern was stretched and deformed, gradually becoming exquisite, and a little heavy. The brass surface gradually became dim, and a faint, extremely asymmetrical, and irregular pattern appeared on the transparent glass lampshade. In the middle of these patterns, there was an eye full of evil.

  It lasted less than half a minute, and the characteristics of the "Fallen Count" were completely integrated into the lantern.

  The slowly rotating ring behind Renekton quickly became transparent and disappeared.

  He looked at the lantern in his hand, which had changed a lot, and breathed a sigh of relief. However, his body subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and he couldn't help wanting to stay away from the crackling fire in front of him.

  "The negative effect is fear of fire?" He murmured in a low voice, holding back the discomfort in his heart, and he turned his eyes back to the dark copper lantern in his right hand.

  Fortunately, it was just to integrate the characteristics that had been extracted into other items. It can be done without the power of angels. It only needs to be deliberately guided to make the magical items evolve in the direction I hope. With the experience of creating magical items before, this is not too difficult for me.

  While sighing in his heart, his eyes suddenly became deep, and obviously lost focus, appearing dazed.

  He soon understood the magical effects and negative effects of the lantern in his hand. Fortunately, it was not outrageous, but not too good either. As expected, the creation of magical items still had to be handed over to the "craftsman".

  "A lantern that never goes out, whether it is positive or negative, its influence is limited to the range of light radiation."

  "It retains the core abilities of 'chaos' and 'distortion' of the 'Fallen Count', but has more restrictions on 'amplification' and 'utilization', which can only act on the effects created by its own extraordinary abilities, and fails to retain the extraordinary ability of 'giving'."

  "There are three negative effects: First, as the use time increases, the user's mind will gradually become darker, greedy, and prone to making irrational choices. If its extraordinary abilities are used, this process will be accelerated;

  second, it will make the user afraid of fire, except for the flame of the lantern itself;

  third, within the range of the light, any act of giving or asking will cause negative effects on oneself, or passive sabotage, or greed and eagerness, or loss of fighting spirit, or only focusing on money."

  Renekton held the lantern in his right hand and was silent for a while, and did not feel the obvious changes in his mind. After a pause, he turned his eyes to a building not far away that was made of bluestone and somewhat similar to a temple, and most of it collapsed.

  Boom!

  The building that had been standing there quietly seemed to suddenly become fragile, and the structure was no longer stable.

  During this period, lightning flashed across the sky very frequently, and Renekton could clearly see the dust several meters high in the ruins in front of him.

  Feeling the slight greed rising in his heart, Renekton estimated that if he continued to fight at a high intensity for at most one minute, the dark emotions and thoughts in his heart would be so serious that it would affect his judgment and fighting. Even if he reduced the frequency of use, he could only last for at most three minutes.

  "The best match for this magical item is the 'Fallen Shadow' ability of the 'Black Knight'. Once the dark thoughts in the heart reach a limit, the inner corrupt thoughts will be separated directly, combined with the shadow, forming an uncontrolled independent creature, and then cleared."

  "The 'Virtual Personality' of the 'Manipulator' should also work, but it is easy to go off the track and cause schizophrenia or even loss of control."

  "We still have to let the prophet's clone stationed in the southern continent find the saint of the Aurora Society to analyze the ability of the 'Fallen Shadow' and develop a practical secret technique."

  After making plans, Renekton resisted the fear of fire and approached the fire, putting the lantern aside.

  After feeling that the deep fear of the fire in front of him disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

  "Could this negative effect of fear of fire come from the strong will of Charles before his death?"

  Thinking about it carefully, Renekton felt that the possibility of this guess was quite high.

  After a pause, he turned around and sat on a large rock that he had moved nearby. He closed his eyes and prayed to Klein, asking him to help him pass on the message to the prophet's clone.

  Above the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-back chair that belonged to the Fool, and sighed with a complicated expression on his face:

  "I am probably the most shameless great existence, even if it is just pretending."

  "I usually work as a courier to help Tarot Club members deliver trading items, and now I have to be a messenger and item purchasing specialist."

  "Should I charge a fee for the one-on-one service from Mr. 'Fool'?"

  While complaining, Klein had already turned the content of Renekton's prayer into a point of light and cast it into the deep red star representing the prophet's clone.

  After doing all this, he did not rush to leave the gray fog. Instead, he took out a pocket watch from the inside pocket of his coat to check the time, and then reminded "Sun" Derrick, who was also in the God-Forsaken Land, that the Tarot Club was about to begin.

  Klein leaned back slightly, leaned against the high-back chair and closed his eyes to rest for a moment. He stretched out his hand and gently tapped the edge of the table in front of him twice. A somewhat gloomy and introverted figure suddenly appeared at the head of the mottled long table.

  At three o'clock in the afternoon, he sat up slightly, and spread out his spiritual connection with the crimson stars representing the Tarot Club, pulling them into the space above the gray fog.

  The illusory crimson light surged out like a tide, quickly flooding the entire hall, and then quickly retracted, condensing into a series of vague figures on both sides of the mottled long table.Chapter 525: Credit

  Audrey, the "Justice", stood up first. She lifted her skirt with both hands, gracefully saluted and said in a brisk tone:

  "Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"

  Her emotions were very contagious, and everyone in the Tarot Club felt that their moods were also much happier.

  According to the procedure, everyone saluted and greeted the "Fool" at the top, and then nodded to each other.

  After sitting down, "Hermit" Cattleya and "Magician" Fors successively submitted their collected Russell diaries.

  Klein sat back in a high-backed chair and finished reading today's diary. He made the diary disappear and said leisurely after looking around:

  "You can start."

  "Sun" Derrick imitated "Justice" Audrey's usual performance when speaking. He looked around and raised his right hand and said:

  "Everyone, who has or knows the potion formula of Sequence 5 of the 'Sun' pathway?"

  After thinking for a while, he added: "Well, I don't need it in a hurry."

  After saying that, he looked at the people of the Tarot Club with expectation.

  "I have it." Klein immediately manipulated his trumpet "World" to speak.

  While observing Renekton's reaction without leaving a trace, he manipulated the "world" and said:

  "Sequence 5 'Priest of Light', its price is between 4,500 pounds and 7,000 pounds."

  "I need some materials. I need to know if there are two monsters, the Trickster and the Spiritual Plunderer, near the Silver City. Their value is greater than the Sequence 5 potion formula. If you can find them, I will make up the difference for you."

  "Trickster and Spiritual Plunderer." Derrick repeated the names of the two monsters softly, and then nodded vigorously and said, "I understand. I will go to the library to check the information of these two monsters."

  The potion formula with a value higher than Sequence 5, is this the potion material for Sequence 4? He got the Sequence 4 potion formula so quickly. Is this the special treatment for the followers? Does this also mean that the path where the "world" is located is within the control of Mr. "Fool", or, this is the path where Mr. "Fool" is located.

  One thought after another flashed through the mind of the Hanged Man Alger. When he guessed that it was related to Mr. Fool, he subconsciously lowered his head. The desire to obtain the potion formula of the Sea Singer in his heart became stronger. His original sense of superiority in his own strength had disappeared.

  Even the Sun has reached Sequence 6, and the potion formula of Sequence 5 can basically be obtained. On the contrary, I am lagging behind. I must make a deal with the White Tower. He is not interested in the primitive island. What should I use to trade with him? Audrey

  , who had been paying attention to everyone, had her eyes slightly lit up. She noticed some unusual body language of the Hanged Man Alger:

  Mr. The Hanged Man is very concerned about Mr. Sun's promotion to Sequence 6 so quickly. He is a little anxious. His micro-expression just now showed envy and fear. What did he think of?

  Fortunately, my "Hypnotist" potion is almost complete, and the "Psychologist" potion can basically be digested within this week. By then, I will be able to be promoted to a Sequence 6 Beyonder.

  Audrey, you're awesome. You'll be able to catch up with Alfred soon. Once I collect the second set of materials, I can say to him, "Look, Alfred, you're as good as my Susie!"

  The Hermit Cattleya also felt a sense of urgency about upgrading her own sequence. She tilted her head slightly to look at the "World" at the bottom, which had just finished speaking and fell silent, and asked,

  "When can you get the blood of the mythical creature "Mercury Serpent"?"

  Klein estimated the time of Will Auceptin's birth in his mind, and then manipulated the "World" to say,

  "Around July of this year."

  Renekton, who had been lazily leaning back in a high-backed chair and listening quietly, suddenly said,

  "I'm in the Forsaken Land now. The "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros is also here. He has been following the "True Creator". If you can offer conditions that are enough to impress Him, I can try to contact Him." Cattleya

  was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and said,

  "I'll think about it and give you an answer later."

  Klein, who was sitting leisurely at the top of the mottled long table, looked at everyone and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

  "Ms. Hermit" definitely can't come up with something that can impress an Angel King, but the "Mysterious Queen" is not necessarily the case, especially since she has contacted the "True Creator" before. During the Backlund smog incident, the other party should still owe her a favor. I just don't know if this favor has been used up. If so, won't my deal be intercepted? There is no way, unless Will Auceptin chooses to have a premature birth.

  "The Hanged Man" Alger's expression was a little dull for a while, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Renekton. "White Tower" dares to contact an Angel King? He should still be a saint. Ha, when did I start to use "just" to describe a saint? . He dared to contact the Angel of Destiny because he represented Mr. "Fool"?

  Some people have been able to contact an Angel King who survived the Third Age, while others are still worrying about the gold pounds for the next potion. "Magician" Fors leaned on the edge of the table with both hands, feeling a little dazed and thoughtful. She found that she seemed to have become the last one in the Tarot Club.

  While she was still thinking about whether she should ask for clues about the curse of the ancient vengeful spirit, "Hanged Man" Alger spoke first:

  "Everyone, I need the potion formula of 'Ocean Singer'. Who has it, or knows the clues?"

  Although he was asking everyone, his eyes were always on Renekton, hoping that the other party would reconsider his previous transaction plan, or put forward his own needs.

  Renekton leaned leisurely on the high-backed chair and spoke calmly:     "7,000 pounds, you can exchange it with me for something of equivalent value. I don't mind collecting more features or materials. If it's the coordinates of the original island, forget it. It's not convenient for me to go there now."

  After a pause, he added:

  "You can definitely collect materials from there, and then exchange the potion formula with me. If you are worried about danger, you can find someone to go with you. These are some necessary trade-offs."

  Because the bad luck on him was lifted, "Chariot" Anderson seemed very calm today. Except for the greeting to Mr. Fool at the beginning, he didn't say a word. He sat quietly in his seat and observed everyone until he heard the transaction between "The Hanged Man" and "White Tower". He showed some interest.

  The coordinates of the original island? It's worth a potion formula of Sequence 5. Is there any treasure on that island? This Mr. "Hanged Man" seems to be someone who has been on the sea for many years. Judging from his temperament and strength, he is probably a well-known captain.

  Thinking of this, he curled his lips and raised his hand and said,

  "If you need someone to go with you, you can consider me."

  "As a treasure hunter active on the sea, I think I am a good choice regardless of my own strength, past experience and character."

  It felt like a job application speech. It can only be said that people who graduated from the school of the Church of Knowledge have more or less been infected with their habits.

  Although there is a suspicion of self-praise, it seems that there is nothing wrong with what he said. At least among the members of the Tarot Club, Anderson should be the most suitable choice. He has no fixed team or power behind him, so Mr. "Hanged Man" will be more assured of cooperation. Moreover, as an experienced and powerful "hunter", he is very suitable for hunting extraordinary creatures.

  "The Fool" Klein looked at Anderson calmly from his eyes hidden under the gray fog, with a little arc at the corner of his mouth. After removing the bad luck on him, Anderson also began to try to integrate into the group, which was not bad.

  The Hanged Man, Alger, looked at Anderson in silence. After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he turned his head to look at The Fool at the top of the mottled long table. He bowed his head slightly and said respectfully,

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to have a private conversation with The World."

  Hmm? Compared to The Chariot, who had just joined the Tarot Club, would Mr. The Hanged Man prefer The World, which he already knew a little bit about? Klein pondered in his heart while controlling The World to nod gently and said, "Okay."

  As he spoke, he bent his right hand and tapped the edge of the table twice, making a thumping sound that blocked the senses of the rest of the people.

  "You can communicate now."

  After receiving a hint from Klein the Fool, Alger took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table and said,

  "There are many extraordinary creatures on that primitive island that have become extinct in the northern and southern continents. I am sure that there are traces of extraordinary creatures at the level of demigods on the island. Perhaps among them are the two monsters you need, the trickster evil monster and the spirit world plunderer."

  "There is also an ancient relic of unknown age hidden in the center of the island. Qi Lingos and I discovered it together at the beginning, but we were not able to explore it in depth at that time. However, he found some traces and suspected that there were very precious things in the relic."

  "My request is very simple. The first three explorations must be done by the two of us. If other people want to join, we must both agree at the same time."

  "Also, for the first exploration, I need you to help me obtain extraordinary materials with a price equal to the formula of Sequence 5 magic potion. After that, we will distribute the harvest normally."

  "What do you think?"

  Extraordinary creatures at the level of demigods, this is very necessary for me. Klein manipulated the "world" without hesitation and chuckled, saying,

  "Deal."

  Alger nodded slightly and spoke again:

  "I hope the first exploration can be delayed a little. I plan to buy from the White Tower on credit and obtain the potion formula of the Sea Singer. The stronger I am, the more beneficial it will be for our exploration."

  "Oh, sure." The World responded indifferently.

  Alger said no more. After asking for the help of the Fool, he materialized the parchment with the coordinates of the original island and handed it to the World.

  After a while, the two ended their private communication, and the blocked senses of the crowd were instantly restored.

  The moment his senses were restored, Renekton noticed the gaze from Alger, the Hanged Man. He turned his head slightly puzzled and looked at him.

  "The Hanged Man" Alger cleared his throat and said,

  "Ahem~ Mr. 'White Tower', I want to withdraw the magic formula of 'Ocean Singer' from you in advance. I will pay you the principal plus interest of 7,500 pounds within two months."

  After saying that, he looked at Renekton with some trepidation, worried that the other party would stubbornly reject his proposal.

  The support of the blood clan behind "Moon" will eventually be able to pay off the debt, and I don't even have an open identity in the Church of Storms.,