Chapter: 2121
After an unknown period of time, he saw a dark and cold mausoleum, the dark stairs extending down, and the coffins placed around it.
Those coffins were all open, and there were one dead person after another lying on their stomachs, and white feathers stained with light butter stains had grown from their backs.
Even in his dream, Klein felt that such a scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it before.
At this moment, he seemed to smell the stench of decay, and heard the slow panting sound of something. He felt that the darkness in the mausoleum became more and more intense, giving people an extremely dead feeling.
All of a sudden, high or low ravings sounded at the same time, and those dead people lying in the coffin with white feathers on their backs all floated up, looking out of the dream together with their half-rotten, half-pale faces!
With a plop, Klein's heart lost control, as if being dragged by an invisible hand, it was being dragged out of his chest.
During this process, his dream suddenly disintegrated into pieces and fell into nothingness.
The last thing Klein saw was that the corpses not only had white feathers on their backs, but also some on the rest of their bodies. In addition, almost illusory black thin tubes pierced into their bodies and extended to the deepest part of the mausoleum. , where a deep, thick, evil, and cold boundless black mist permeates.
The black mist slowly contracted and swelled, making a panting sound. This scene and movement fell behind Klein's eyes and ears, causing his complexion to pale rapidly, his skin to rot and pus, and his pores to grow. The fine white fluff stained with light butter stains caused the Azik copper whistle projection in his palm to burst into a cloud of black mist.
In the entire ancient palace, the mottled long table was decayed and collapsed, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs were wrapped in white feathers, as if they had a life of their own.
The invisible gray fog rolled silently, and the mysterious space above it swayed slightly, and everything quickly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Klein, who had collapsed beside the seat, reached out and grabbed the table legs, stood up slowly, sat down again,
He let out a long sigh of relief.
He rubbed his forehead, and subconsciously made a comparison: "Weaker than 'True Creator' and 'Eternal Blazing Sun', higher than Mr. 'Gate', but I don't know if it's because the latter was exiled and isolated so that he can pass There is very little power coming in.
"I think what to do with these things, I can't beat them anyway, even if I become a demigod, it's the same...
"It's a pity that I didn't directly see the thing hidden in the depths of the black mist, otherwise I might have gained some potion formulas or mystic knowledge."
Feeling inexplicably regretful, Klein turned his gaze to the side of the seat, and saw an illusory black mist floating there.
This is what remained after the Azik copper whistle projection was shattered.
"There is no sense of power, which means that it can't be used as a spell. What's the use of it?" Klein thought about it, and summoned a spare "paper angel" from the debris pile, and threw it at the place. A group of illusory black mist.
As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately fused together. The paper figurine quickly turned black and looked deep, and white feathers stained with light butter stains grew out from behind.
This change only lasted for a second, and the paper figurine returned to its original state, but it was not real enough, and felt half-illusory.
In addition to this, there are also feather-like patterns all over the back of the paper figurine.
"What can this be used for?" Klein let the mutated paper man fall back into his palm.
He didn't dare to use divination to confirm the effect, because he was afraid of seeing the scene in his dream again, and being invaded by the things deep in the black mist that he had already prepared.
After repeated inspections, Klein made a preliminary judgment based on his own accumulation of mysticism: "It doesn't have any power in itself, but it is special in essence. Maybe it can be used as a 'paper man substitute' or a 'paper man angel'. Produce some strange effects that are partial to the realm of the undead.
"It's like my adventurer's harmonica. Although it doesn't have any power itself, it can summon a particularly powerful messenger..."
Klein then put away the "mutated paper man" and began to interpret the images he saw in his dream: "The dark mausoleum, the open coffin, the dead with feathers growing from their backs, and the black mist in the depths, all these revelations seem to point to 'Reaper', or an important item left by 'Reaper'... Or, a product of a certain stage of the Spiritual Religion's artificial Death plan?
"By the way, why did I feel familiar just now?"
Klein thought about it carefully, and soon had an answer:
He had seen a similar scene in a divination a long time ago! JrNovels.com
Those coffins were all open, and there were one dead person after another lying on their stomachs, and white feathers stained with light butter stains had grown from their backs.
Even in his dream, Klein felt that such a scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it before.
At this moment, he seemed to smell the stench of decay, and heard the slow panting sound of something. He felt that the darkness in the mausoleum became more and more intense, giving people an extremely dead feeling.
All of a sudden, high or low ravings sounded at the same time, and those dead people lying in the coffin with white feathers on their backs all floated up, looking out of the dream together with their half-rotten, half-pale faces!
With a plop, Klein's heart lost control, as if being dragged by an invisible hand, it was being dragged out of his chest.
During this process, his dream suddenly disintegrated into pieces and fell into nothingness.
The last thing Klein saw was that the corpses not only had white feathers on their backs, but also some on the rest of their bodies. In addition, almost illusory black thin tubes pierced into their bodies and extended to the deepest part of the mausoleum. , where a deep, thick, evil, and cold boundless black mist permeates.
The black mist slowly contracted and swelled, making a panting sound. This scene and movement fell behind Klein's eyes and ears, causing his complexion to pale rapidly, his skin to rot and pus, and his pores to grow. The fine white fluff stained with light butter stains caused the Azik copper whistle projection in his palm to burst into a cloud of black mist.
In the entire ancient palace, the mottled long table was decayed and collapsed, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs were wrapped in white feathers, as if they had a life of their own.
The invisible gray fog rolled silently, and the mysterious space above it swayed slightly, and everything quickly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Klein, who had collapsed beside the seat, reached out and grabbed the table legs, stood up slowly, sat down again,
He let out a long sigh of relief.
He rubbed his forehead, and subconsciously made a comparison: "Weaker than 'True Creator' and 'Eternal Blazing Sun', higher than Mr. 'Gate', but I don't know if it's because the latter was exiled and isolated so that he can pass There is very little power coming in.
"I think what to do with these things, I can't beat them anyway, even if I become a demigod, it's the same...
"It's a pity that I didn't directly see the thing hidden in the depths of the black mist, otherwise I might have gained some potion formulas or mystic knowledge."
Feeling inexplicably regretful, Klein turned his gaze to the side of the seat, and saw an illusory black mist floating there.
This is what remained after the Azik copper whistle projection was shattered.
"There is no sense of power, which means that it can't be used as a spell. What's the use of it?" Klein thought about it, and summoned a spare "paper angel" from the debris pile, and threw it at the place. A group of illusory black mist.
As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately fused together. The paper figurine quickly turned black and looked deep, and white feathers stained with light butter stains grew out from behind.
This change only lasted for a second, and the paper figurine returned to its original state, but it was not real enough, and felt half-illusory.
In addition to this, there are also feather-like patterns all over the back of the paper figurine.
"What can this be used for?" Klein let the mutated paper man fall back into his palm.
He didn't dare to use divination to confirm the effect, because he was afraid of seeing the scene in his dream again, and being invaded by the things deep in the black mist that he had already prepared.
After repeated inspections, Klein made a preliminary judgment based on his own accumulation of mysticism: "It doesn't have any power in itself, but it is special in essence. Maybe it can be used as a 'paper man substitute' or a 'paper man angel'. Produce some strange effects that are partial to the realm of the undead.
"It's like my adventurer's harmonica. Although it doesn't have any power itself, it can summon a particularly powerful messenger..."
Klein then put away the "mutated paper man" and began to interpret the images he saw in his dream: "The dark mausoleum, the open coffin, the dead with feathers growing from their backs, and the black mist in the depths, all these revelations seem to point to 'Reaper', or an important item left by 'Reaper'... Or, a product of a certain stage of the Spiritual Religion's artificial Death plan?
"By the way, why did I feel familiar just now?"
Klein thought about it carefully, and soon had an answer:
He had seen a similar scene in a divination a long time ago! JrNovels.com
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