Chapter 3309 Historical Images, God of Secrets and Magic!

Klein took a deep breath and swallowed the potion. The skin covered by his clothes became transparent. Worms containing three-dimensional layered symbols burrowed under the transparent skin one after another. The person looks very weird and terrifying.

A cold feeling came into my mind, and then it became hot again, and a burning pain came up. In the blur of vision, endless gray fog emerged, covering the whole world, showing a scene from Klein's past. scene experience.

Different people, different things, are constantly entangled and connected, and they are so vast and complex that they converge into a vast ocean. Klein's spirit body flies over the ocean, feeling lost. Cold and hot are two completely different things. All the feelings came to his mind at the same time, making him extremely manic and wanting to vent it out.

Klein desperately suppressed his desire to vent. He could not fall into a state of control. His consciousness resisted the madness, and his body gradually fell, hoping to find an existence that could anchor him in the endless ocean.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he even became a little unconscious. Finally, he saw a broken light spot at the end of the sea. He sensed it in his heart and followed his intuition to fly towards the light spot.

The light spot is wrapped in a mottled light door, with a silkworm cocoon hanging on it. It is transparent and crystal clear. There is a figure inside, which is Klein's original body Zhou Mingrui.

Seeing this figure, Klein instantly woke up. He also understood the essence of the ritual to be promoted to an ancient scholar, which is to eliminate all interference, position oneself in the fog, get rid of being lost, and then continue to move retrograde along these positions. , look back on history and witness the past years.

Klein understood the essence and naturally knew what to do next. He kept looking for the broken spots of light, his own position in history, established connections, and moved forward towards the past historical years.

Klein witnessed scenes of history in the endless gray fog, including the colonial period, Russell's rule, the Battle of Oath-Breaching, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Years' War. These were all the history of the Fifth Era.

Later, Klein continued to swim upstream, including the Pale Age, the War of the Four Emperors, the Trunsoest Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, the United Empire, Solomon's First and Second Empire, the Fall of the Red Angel, the Blood Emperor Becoming a God, and the Black Emperor. After returning, he traced back the years among the fragments of history. Spots of light lit up the gray world, like fireflies, bright and dazzling.

As Klein continued to travel through the years of history, he gradually felt a bit more relaxed. The cold and hot feelings weakened a lot, and their impact on him became smaller and smaller. Klein could have turned around and returned to the real world long ago, but he still refused to let go of the opportunity to peek into history and continue to trace forward.

The fatal attack of the Rose of Redemption, the three angels of Pure White, Storm, and Wisdom eating the ancient Sun God, the conspiracy of the Giant King's Court, the night, the earth, and the Church of the God of War hiding as a secret organization. Scenes of history continued to emerge, allowing Klein to learn more Lots of hidden knowledge.

Klein went deeper and deeper into the past years. Unknowingly, his spirituality began to dry up and his strength failed. His body fell, and a feeling came into his heart. He looked up above the gray mist. An ancient and majestic palace emerged. This is The Source Castle above the gray mist is one of the nine sources of matter.

Although Klein obtained the Source Castle, this was the first time he saw its original appearance with his own eyes. This mysterious space trembled slightly, creating a deeper, indescribable connection between him and the Source Castle. He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that Origin Castle belonged to him.

On the streets of Backlund, a postman riding a bicycle stopped, turned his head slightly, pressed the monocle on his right eye, and whispered.

"Origin Castle!"

At the same time, in Queens, in Hall Manor, a luxurious and luxurious villa stood. Ilsey stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her gold glasses reflecting the bright sunlight, and ripples flashed in her deep eyes, her eyes seemed to see above the gray fog. The majestic palace, he pursed his lips slightly, and said quietly with a bit of coldness.

"Origin Castle!"

Klein was finally promoted to a Sequence 3 ancient scholar. He cleaned up the ceremony site, and then disappeared over the sea in a flash, heading towards Backlund.

The extraordinary ability of ancient scholars is mainly to borrow power from history, which is mainly divided into two situations. One is to borrow power from the past self. For some reincarnated high-sequence beings, this is naturally a god-level skill and weak. The self borrows strength from the peak self to deal with the immediate crisis and ensure one's own safety.

Unfortunately, Klein's past was not that of a powerful being. He was just an ordinary person hanging on the light door. This ability is almost useless to him.

Another situation is more useful. Ancient scholars can summon images from the pores of history, which can be people or sealed objects. The more detailed and real they understand the corresponding history and things, the greater the probability of success and the maintenance of The longer it goes. Moreover, as the closeness between the goal and oneself increases, the probability of success and the duration of maintenance will also increase.

In Hall Manor, Ilsey withdrew her gaze from above the gray fog, with a playful smile on her face and said narrowly.

"The ancient scholar's ability can summon historical images. It seems that I can use this ability to get involved and give George III a big surprise. I hope he will like it!"

Although there was a smile on Ilsi's face, her brown eyes were extremely cold, like the ice and snow at the North and South Poles, which was difficult to melt, making people feel inexplicably fearful.

Suddenly, Ilsey turned her head and looked at the door of the living room. Earl Hall walked over with a tired look on his face. He frowned slightly, his nose twitched slightly, and smelled a strong smell of cigarettes. He said with some concern.

"Dad, you didn't go home last night. You were waiting for news from the front line in the Prime Minister's Office. It seems that the war is not going well!"

Earl Hall touched his beautiful mustache, took off his coat, and a servant hung it up. He walked to Ilsey's side, sat on the sofa, and leaned on it. He looked a little weathered, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a deep voice.

"You guessed it right. The situation in the defense lines of the Amanda Mountains and the major cities along the Jianhai Coast is not good. In the initial first round of raids, our fleet and our soldiers suffered great losses. In order to avoid causing panic, the news announced to the outside world was that each had its own victory or defeat. In fact, in the past few days, the two lines of defense were almost broken several times, and the battle situation fell into a stalemate. Repeatedly, it has become a huge meat grinder. field."

"It's winter now and the weather is harsh. As long as we can persevere, the balance of victory will tilt toward the kingdom!"

Ilsi's eyes flickered slightly, with a somewhat indifferent expression on his face. His eyes penetrated the space and looked in the direction of the palace. A majestic middle-aged man appeared in his sight. He could clearly see Sensing the strong extraordinary characteristics of the other party, exuding the aura of chaos and depravity.

"His Majesty the King plans to give a speech to the people across the country this Saturday, telling everyone that we will surely win and boost domestic morale. At that time, the Kingdom will organize people to go to squares in major cities and villages, and use the latest technology to Let all citizens hear it.”

Earl Hall exhaled a breath of filthy air, cheered up, and said to Ilsi in a slightly excited voice.

When Ilsi heard this, the expression on her face became even colder, and she said with deep meaning.

"I hope so!"

George III is finally going to hold the Black Emperor's promotion ceremony. Organizing people to listen to the speech is all a trick to deceive others. His real purpose is to secretly infiltrate Chen Cang, directly start promotion to World Sequence 0 in the Blood Emperor's mausoleum, and attack the Black Emperor's throne. .

"Kleon has been promoted to become an ancient scholar, and the resurrection ceremony of Emperor Russell has also reached the final stage. Everything is ready, and the big drama is about to take place!"

In the spiritual world, a magnificent palace is rising. In the hall of the Palace of Knowledge, a bronze throne hangs high. Ilsi sits on it. The aura around her becomes more and more terrifying. The radiance of spirituality illuminates the entire palace. Here, it becomes In the ocean of knowledge, countless mysterious and strange characters float in the hall, exuding a powerful and strange aura.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the spiritual sea, a magic net has taken shape and entered its final stage, covering the subconscious of all sentient beings. An arcane magical atmosphere is hidden in the deepest part of everyone's spirituality. , quietly changed everyone.

Time passed quietly, and the Palace of Knowledge had completely ascended into the spiritual sky. It still did not stop and continued to rise. It gradually broke through the limitations of the sky and came to the space shrouded in gray fog. Above the gray fog, everything is mysterious. The starting point, the source of weirdness.

Thin threads are intertwined and woven to form a complete network, covering the entire spiritual sea, and the subconscious mind of all living beings is covered.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Two invisible waves spread, and the Palace of Knowledge stopped moving and fell into the gray mist. The gray-white mist surged and spread outward, covering up the trajectory of fate. The magic network also emitted a white light, Then it became dim and illusory, completely disappearing into the subconscious mind of all living beings.

In the real world, Ilsey's body disappeared from the spot in Hall Manor, sitting on a bronze throne. Her whole body shone with a blazing white light, and a terrifying and powerful aura came out of her body, dispelling Endless gray fog and nothingness came into his eyes. He looked down with a majestic expression, high above, like the master of all living beings and the king of gods. A loud voice resounded through the gray fog space.

"Today I ascend to the throne of God, whose name is the God of Mystery and Magic! I am the hermit who spies on the path of destiny, spreading the magic of arcane glory!"

This majestic voice only sounded in the gray mist space and in the subconscious of all living beings, but no one noticed it. It was as if the brain automatically ignored this great and terrifying existence. It could not be heard, looked directly at, said or guessed.

"After all, I was a step ahead and completed the promotion ceremony of the Hermit and Magic. Things went much smoother than I imagined. The Seven Gods simply did not have the energy to pay attention to reality. Many arrangements were not started. It seems that the battle between them More intense than I expected!”

Ilsi's eyes flashed as she looked into the star world. The seven gods were divided into two camps and were confronting each other. The situation was extremely tense. She was unable to pay attention to the changes in the spiritual world, let alone the war in the real world.

In a luxuriously furnished room with precious wool carpets on the floor, Klein took out Grossell's Travels, took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes, as if sensing something, he stretched out his right hand, The muscles in his arms were tense, and he used all his strength to grab the void, as if he had caught an object.

Klein carefully twitched his arm back, and a dull, ancient-style quill appeared in front of him. This was a level 0 sealed artifact, the pen of Alsuhod.

After Klein was promoted to a Sequence 4 trick mage, he once encountered Ins Zangwill and successfully killed this enemy. The 008 Sealed Artifact was taken away by Adam, the angel of fantasy.

"It can only be summoned for one minute. Time is running out, so we need to hurry up and write!"

Klein used the connection between Grossell's travel notes and Alsuhod's pen to forcibly summon the historical image of the 008 sealed object. There was a time limit for the summoning. He did not dare to waste this opportunity and took it immediately. This quill sat in front of the desk, writing quickly on the white paper under the dim light.

"George III plans to use this speech to fish out all the enemies who want to destroy his ritual. But if everything goes well and no accidents happen, then he will also take the opportunity to take the magic potion, reveal his trump card, and attack the level of the gods. After all, there are too many unknowns and risks in the future, and his current preparations are complete and appropriate. This is a very reasonable development. "

Klein used the ability of the 008 Sealed Artifact to reasonably arrange the trajectory of George III's actions. As soon as he finished writing these, the quill in his hand disappeared, and the summoning time had come.

Klein leaned back, his whole body supported by the seat, as if all his energy had been exhausted, and he looked extremely tired and groggy. He forcibly summoned the historical images of level 0 sealed objects, but did not dare to let Alsuhod's pen weave the story on its own. The writing relied entirely on his own spiritual support, which consumed a lot of energy.

After half an hour, Klein managed to regain some energy, straightened up, and stared at the white paper in front of him. He did not write that George III failed to be promoted and died on the spot. After all, what was summoned was only the historical image of Alsuhod's pen, and it was not so powerful that it could directly interfere with the destruction sequence 1 angel's impact on the throne.

"I hope this will have some effect!"

With a look of sadness on his face, Klein folded the white paper and put it in his pocket. He looked solemnly in the direction of the palace. He seemed to see the ambitious and ruthless George III.

On Saturday morning, the sky was gray and foggy, making people feel depressed and heavy. This is the most common sight in Backlund. Although there is less pungent smell, the air quality is still not clean, and there is still a long way to go to control air pollution.

Many figures appeared on the streets of Backlund. The men were dressed in formal suits and holding canes, dressing up as gentlemen. The ladies were wearing long skirts and low-toned colors. They came out of their houses like splashes of water, and they appeared in the sky. The streets merge together to form streams.

Countless creeks surge forward and gather at the entrance of the square to form a vast ocean, submerging the entire square. When you are here, you feel extremely small.

There is a strange object on the gray and white stone pillar in the center of the square. One end is larger and the other is smaller. It is painted with dark blue paint and connected to some kind of cable. This is the latest thing in the Kingdom of Loen, a broadcast speaker,

The square was guarded by soldiers wearing red shirts and white trousers. They carried gray-white metal backpacks and held rifles with complex structures and large calibers. They looked around with great vigilance.

As citizens continued to arrive and merge, the square was crowded, noisy and lively. The trumpet on the stone pillar made a sizzling sound, which was so sharp and harsh that people couldn't help but frown.

At nine o'clock, George III, under heavy protection, appeared in the square on time, faced countless people, and began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, the ruler of Loon, East Balam, and the Rhoad Islands, George Augustus III."

"I am very happy and very heavy to tell you that we finally stopped the first phase of the Fusac people's attack and thwarted their plan to destroy Loen within three months. All this is the credit of the young people on the front line. Many people died in this war. They were supposed to have a bright future, but they were all destroyed by the Fusac Empire!"

Ilsey and her family were standing in the square, with a solemn face. There was a deep sneer in the brown eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He was full of disdain for George III's infectious speech. Cat Crying mice are pretending to be compassionate. This war was started by George III for his own selfish interests, and he is the culprit.

Maybe George III's speech was hypocritical, but the citizens who didn't know the truth were aroused with sad emotions. Sobs were gathering and blending. They all lost their children, husbands, and fathers in this war, and they paid a heavy price. price.

Time passed by, and George III's speech came to the end. He said with a solemn expression.

"In the name of Emperor George III, may the spirits of the dead find peace, and may they live forever in the country where they believe in their gods."

While countless citizens prayed silently, Ilsi frowned, her eyes flashed, she looked at George III on the high platform, and murmured in a low voice.

"Jin Chan escaped from his shell and used the distortion ability of the Black Emperor's pathway to leave the square silently. All that remains here is just a substitute. I wonder if Klein has discovered the truth?"

Ilsi's eyes moved, and she secretly glanced at Klein in the crowd. Although the opponent used the ability of the Faceless Man and disguised himself, he could not hide his true vision, and he could see every move.

Klein was among the crowd, wearing a black coat and an ordinary face. He was praying devoutly without showing anything unusual.

"Well, he was alert enough to find that George III had left. His real body and the puppet had swapped places and entered the mausoleum!"

"The Holy Spirit that pursues knowledge;

"The lighthouse of the mysterious world;

"The eyes that peek into fate;

"The king above the sea;

"The holy Bernadette Gustave..."

Klein was in the sewer, walking hurriedly, his mouth opening and closing constantly, chanting the name of the mysterious Queen Bernadette in the giant language. (End of this chapter)