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In the quiet night, near the early morning, in the empty workshop of a garment factory in St. George's District.

An open space has been cleared here, and nearly ten mysterious people in black robes and hoods stood there.

In the middle of them was a dark, heavy-looking coffin, and around the coffin were many gold ornaments with dirt traces, multiple candles flickering pale flames, and skulls one after another.

Some of these hideous white skulls come from humans, some belong to animals, and some are extremely strange and deformed, making it impossible to imagine their original appearance.

The skulls are stacked the most in the front, and Patrick Bryan is standing there.

He also changed into a black robe, but did not pull up the hood, revealing a deep outline, black hair and brown pupils, and a relatively slender face.

The demigod hadn't done anything yet, and the surroundings had become extremely cold, as if countless invisible creatures were having a carnival.

As Patrick Bryan raised his right hand, the hooded believers danced a slightly twitching, crazy, rhythmic dance.

This is the "spiritual dance", a ritual method favored by the god of death, and the stronger the spirituality of the dancer, the better the effect.

After the dance became intense and a cold invisible wind blew out from the coffin, Patrick Bryan lowered his head and recited in a language that seemed to come from the underworld: "The king of the depths of hell;

"The angel who played the music of death;

"The ruler above the Styx."

As Patrick Bryan recited, the various skulls around the dark coffin were gradually stained with a layer of dark green. They blended with the white itself, bringing out an extremely creepy feeling.

The "spiritual dance" became more and more intense, as if the sound from the underworld continued to reverberate, and the skulls floated up one by one, as if they had their own vitality.

Then, they were thrown into the heavy, pitch-black coffin in a chaotic and orderly manner, piercing through the lid like an incorporeal body, and entering inside.

The coffin suddenly turned into a deep vortex that could never be filled. It expanded in situ, emitting an icy, gloomy, high aura that made Patrick Bryan tremble instinctively and lowered his head.

This is the breath of an angel, a "Death Consul"!

At this time, the believers of the god of death who were dancing the "spiritual dance" fell to the ground in convulsions, their consciousness became confused, and they felt like they were traveling in the underworld.

On the gray fog, Klein the Fool, who extended his vision with the help of the secret puppet's prayer spot, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, because the leader of the artificial Death Sect of the Spiritual Cult, the angel sleeping in the mausoleum, and the high priest Heite The tentative method that Er used did not exceed his expectations�using the "Death" pathway's ability to enslave and control the lower-ranking people to directly obtain the information he wanted to know from Patrick Bryan.

To some extent, this is a kind of "torture" on the spiritual level, and Klein is quite skilled in handling it.

He immediately let the "Red Priest" card fly into his hand and enter his body.

Suddenly, Klein put on a dark red robe made of blood, rust, and gunpowder smoke. A striped and simple dark gold mask appeared on his face, and a crown inlaid with red, blue, and green gemstones was added on top of his head. .

Then, he mobilized all the power in the mysterious space above the gray mist that he could mobilize, turning them into an invisible torrent, surrounded by the paper figurines prepared in advance, and ran towards the "undead" Patrick Bray through the prayer spot kindness.

At this moment, Patrick, who was trembling and surrendering because of the teacher's breath, trembled slightly, as if seeing layers of sacred wings.

��Klein hid the specific image of the flame angel, only showing part of the feeling, that is to say, he interfered with the special effects himself.

One after another, the sacred wings covered and disappeared immediately, making Patrick feel confused as if he was hallucinating himself.

As a demigod of Sequence 4, he quickly woke up, and found that he no longer wanted to obey, and was no longer unable to disobey the teacher's orders. His consciousness seemed to be pulled out, and he stood high above the spiritual world, calmly Looking down on everything.

At the same time, as a fanatic, Patrick Bryan regarded the "Angel's Embrace" just now as a gift from the "God of Death" without any hesitation.

At this time, in the deep vortex formed by the pitch-black coffin, an old and cold voice that made the soul seem to be leaving the body came out: "Good job. JrNovels.com