After the Phoenix transformed the Shadow-Slashing Sword into the Death Scythe, the Phoenix's flames became extremely illusory, as if they were about to go out at any time. He neighed tiredly and re-entered Lu Zefei's body.
Lu Zefei subconsciously tightened his grip on Death's sickle, and a powerful spiritual force spread in all directions.
Looking at Lu Zefei's body, his whole body was filled with foreboding and darkness.
Perhaps, when the Mark of the Phoenix made him choose this Shadow-Slashing Sword, it was not because of the Shadow-Slashing Sword itself, but because of the power of the wronged soul within it.
The Phoenix can use the power of this wronged soul to transform this fine alchemical knife into his own Death Scythe.
Lu Zefei's mind moved, and he slowly inserted the Death Scythe into his body.
The Death Scythe, which seemed to be stronger than steel, turned into running water and penetrated Lu Zefei's body like melting ice after it came into contact with Lu Zefei's body.
Good guy, my death scythe is so long and thick?
Just inserted into my body and disappeared!
The next moment, Lu Zefei's mind moved again, and a stream of light flew out of his body, turning into the shape of a death scythe and lying in front of Lu Zefei.
In fact, this sickle can be changed in size according to Lu Zefei's wish.
Lu Zefei repeated it several times and discovered that when he stored the Death Scythe, he did not need to insert the entire Death Scythe into his body. He only needed a thought to take it back.
This actually makes Lu Zefei very happy. After all, carrying a death scythe on your back anytime and anywhere is either a mental illness or a chuunibyou.
No matter what, Lu Zefei was still very happy because he was promoted to Sequence 8 and also gained such a powerful weapon.
As for what just happened, Lu Zefei didn't quite understand, but he wasn't entangled. The reason was simple. The changes just now had no harm to him, only benefits.
After making sure that there would be no more trouble, Lu Zefei stretched out and fell into a deep sleep.
...
Late at night, on the other side of the ocean, in a small church.
"Loving Heavenly Father, we thank you and praise you; you are the Lord of heaven and earth and all things, you are the unique true God, you are..."
The bells rang at night, and at this moment, the priest's expression suddenly changed and he looked towards the sky.
The overwhelming rain hit the bell tower of the chapel, the bell roared in the wind, the door was pushed open, and the silver-haired old man Angers walked into the church.
He looked at the figure in the corner.
Although the greasy middle-aged man in front of him looks unremarkable, in the world of mixed races, he is a legend!
Those who respect him call him "Teacher Flamel", while those who fear him... call him "Terrible Flamel".
But in Angers eyes, he is just an old friend.
"You seem to like the church bells very much?" Ange sat down on his own, "Do you have anything to drink here?"
"No, but, Angers, on this gloomy rainy day, could you please come to my place to listen to the bells without dressing like a mourner?" the night watchman said, handing Angers a bottle of pure alcohol. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a bottle of malt whiskey. He scratched his hair and said, "You can just drink it."
Angers took the whiskey and huddled on the sofa to drink. The two of them didn't speak for a long time.
The furnishings here are not at all what a vice-principal should look like.
The room was littered with various empty wine bottles, an unfolded bed, a single sofa, a set of computer desks and swivel chairs, and a large bookshelf filled with DVDs of Western movies.
Angers has long been accustomed to this old man. He is just such a person, huddled in the dark, drinking cheap beer and eating rotten seafood.
"I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. You look like you are looking for me if you have anything?" The night watchman's whole face was buried in the darkness, and the expression on his face could not be clearly seen.
"Didn't you invite me here?" Ange took a sip of the strange-tasting wine and said with a smile.
The night watchman got straight to the point, "I'm curious, why do you care so much about the child named Lu Mingfei? Is he your illegitimate son in China?"
There are not many people in Kassel College who dare to joke with Angers like this.
Angre sighed, shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I take care of Lu Mingfei just because of an agreement with an old friend, nothing more."
"I see. By the way, what do you think of my alchemy attainments?"
Angers was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the old man to ask such a question.
He thought seriously for a moment, and then said seriously: "Old man, I have to admit that your alchemy is the most powerful I have ever seen in my life."
"Hahaha, you didn't expect my status in your heart to be like this?" The night watchman raised his eyebrows at Angers.
"Excuse me, we are hundreds of years old together. Can you please stop doing such disgusting things? What's the matter with you?" Angers looked at the night watchman angrily.
The night watchman sighed, "Yesterday, I looked at the stars at night and discovered an extremely dim star, with an underground river surging above it.
My professional sensitivity made me feel something was wrong, so I secretly used a Philosopher's Stone stored in the 'ice cellar' and used the power of the Dragon King contained in it as a springboard to form a new alchemical matrix. The principle of the alchemical matrix is what I I won’t explain it, because you don’t understand it anyway. You can understand that I saw certain fragments of the future through this alchemical matrix. "
"Future Fragment?!" Angre was shocked. Although the Philosopher's Stone was precious, the Night Watch could only use it. He wanted to know what the future fragment was.
The night watchman did not sell out, and continued: "I can't be sure when this future will happen, I only saw a picture.
A figure in a black cloak, with a metal mask that shimmers palely, and a delicate, ancient copper whistle hanging on his chest, with many strange patterns on it that make it full of mysterious charm. Holding a giant scythe, behind him is a big bird burning with pale flames and a bronze door, with countless arms, tentacles and vines extending out from it. Opposite him are two powerful dragon kings, fighting. "
(Quick answer: Which of the above items are related to the Death sequence in Mystery?)
