"Your ring is very nice. Lend it to me. I have a very good credit and a good reputation. You don't have to worry about not paying it back."
Weinerson showed a harmless smile. After using the flaw to attract the attention of the Antel people, he had already opened the "lucky gold coin" and extracted the extraordinary power of traveling in the spirit world. At the critical moment, he hid in the spirit world. world, and at the same time forcefully took off the ring in its hand.
"By the way, there is one thing I forgot to tell you, that is, I deliberately controlled the power of the cards within this range."
What a joke, a magical item comparable to a level 1 sealed object, even if controlled by a Sequence 1 priest like me, is more than enough to break through the Sequence 3 defense.
"ah?"
The Antel man, whose body was covered with black scales, suddenly screamed, as if someone had inserted an extremely sharp knife into his head, which was stirring the whole brain. The feeling of pain burst out from the depths of his soul, instantly occupying the whole body. All thoughts.
Fiery liquid seeped out from around its temples, gray and white mixed together, slowly flowing downwards. Its gaze glanced around, and two of the three cards that had been submerged in the ruins were faintly reflected in its pupils. Zoom in, getting closer.
A drizzle of light rain suddenly fell in the mid-air. In the distance was the golden dusk, with water vapor rising from the ground. Three blood-stained cards re-floated in the mid-air, spinning at high speed. Weinerson stepped on the water stains and mud bricks. , walked step by step in front of the Antel man. At this moment, its head had been cut into pieces, and blood was trickling out.
"The Anders of Sequence 3 are not human beings at all. They have intelligence, but not much. They hunt more based on instinct. If humans have the power of Sequence 3, even if they use magical items controlled by mental power, they will not be able to survive." I’m afraid the person here is me.”
Just as Weinerson's thoughts were diverging, he suddenly sensed something:
"Huh? What is this."
Soon, he saw something strange flowing out of the Antel man's head. It was a fist-sized thing, not the pituitary gland. Its surface was covered with reddish-brown ravines and embedded with wriggling meridians, like the opposite sex. heart.
Although Weinerson couldn't tell what this "reddish-brown" substance was for the time being, judging from the powerful spiritual power fluctuations emanating from it, it should be something good.
After taking a closer look, he squatted down, stretched his right arm, wrapped his left hand with his spiritual power, and carefully grabbed the weird thing.
As soon as the mass of things was touched by the palm wrapped with mental power, a diamond-shaped energy lightsaber immediately bounced out. Under the powerful mental power, he easily dodged the lightsaber, and then the lightsaber flew out and hit the target. On the trees on both sides of the road, the trees quickly withered, revealing obvious signs of rot and burning.
"No self-awareness? Is it just a protective mechanism? Interesting."
Weinerson recalled Jason's previous records in his diary. There seemed to be a page that stated that when extraordinary creatures or priests die, they will leave behind a ball of brilliance, which is called the extraordinary legacy characteristic.
"Ouch!"
As the extraordinary leftover characteristics were diluted, roars like howls of wolves were heard. In the shadows, lingering souls were awakened by the extraordinary characteristics one after another. These souls were sobbing and screaming, sometimes appearing and sometimes flashing, making The neighborhood was tinged with horror.
Didn't you expect that this group of extraordinary properties would be so attractive? It can even attract creatures from the spiritual world, so it is indeed a good thing.
It's a pity that Jason's old father only recorded the existence of this kind of thing in his diary, and there is no specific use of the extraordinary legacy properties. By the way, I can throw it to the old royal court. Grot should know about the extraordinary realm. use.
Well, you are indecisive, Gorot!
Weinerson looked down at the bronze ring he wore on his middle finger. He first offered the item as a sacrifice to Mr. "Old Days", and then I returned to the King's Court of the Old Days and responded to the sacrifice. That should be enough.
The sacrificial ceremony requires candles, essential oils, and corresponding auxiliary materials to please the gods... Wait, I am sacrificing to myself, why should I please? Just use your spiritual body to open the door of Jesus.
For a moment, Weinerson felt that his head was short-circuited. He looked around and confirmed that there was no particularly powerful extraordinary species lurking. He quickly broke off two Antel's fingers, inserted them into the ground, and used spiritual friction to ignite them. The fingernails serve as candles.
Anyway, you pray to yourself and respond to yourself, as long as there are candles and so on.
After immersing himself in his mind and dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, Weinerson immediately snapped his fingers to create a wall of spirituality, and then flicked two drops of essential oil symbolizing good luck and mystery into the flame of the "candle" on his finger. The flame met the essential oil. , suddenly rose up, and an indescribable leisurely fragrance slowly wafted out.
"call!"
He exhaled heavily, took two steps back, looked at the fire, and shouted in ancient Hermes:
"The ancient domination sleeping in R'lyeh City..."
"The mysterious master above the taboo..."
"The eternal old dream that transcends time and space..."
...
"I pray to you!"
"Please give me strength!"
"Great Lord R'lye, please accept this group of extraordinary legacy properties prepared by your pious self..."
In an instant, the red candle flame suddenly became huge. In the center of the flame, an illusory, thick stone door covered with mysterious patterns slowly opened.
Weinerson stared at the illusory stone door that appeared in front of him, especially when he saw the symbol composed of "Hidden Eye" and "Twisted Tentacle" in the middle, a trace of arc was outlined from the corner of his mouth.
Just as I imagined, if I sacrifice myself, even if I am no longer above the old days, as long as I send a signal to the spiritual body, I can open the door of Jesus!
After looking at the stone door for a moment, Weinerson no longer thought about it, and directly threw the ball of extraordinary remaining characteristics into the door. At this moment, along with the sound of rubbing the bronze ring on his index finger, everything around him began to become abstract.
once...
twice...
three times...
After rubbing for the third time, the entire area was frozen by an inexplicable force. Even the light of dusk was blocked at this moment. Then his body suddenly fell rapidly, and the sound of waves lapping against the rocks began to be heard vaguely.
Due to several previous experiences, Weinerson directly controlled himself through meditation this time and quickly entered the city of Raleye. As time passed, those murmurs and whispers quickly receded, and he once again felt the change in his body. Light, spirituality becomes lighter, everything becomes erratic.
A huge burning bonfire appeared in sight, and the endless gray-white sea water gently rippled. The surrounding shining light spots were far or near, like shining stars in the Milky Way.
Weinerson naturally fell from mid-air and landed on the bronze throne at the top of the coronation table. The moment he sat down, the gray-white sea water slowly climbed up and evolved into a black hooded robe, covering his whole body, majestic and ancient. The breath spreads.
"Respected, supreme, great master, your humble, small, and timid servant, Golot welcomes you."
Weinerson nodded lightly, ignoring the opening remarks of Grott, his loyal servant. He reached forward with his left palm, and a ball of extraordinary relics that bloomed with brilliant brilliance immediately condensed from the extraordinary bonfire and fell to the person in front of him. On the bronze table.
