Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

“If the Fantasy Dragon is resurrected as 0-08 and becomes a Sequence 1 Writer, it can use the power of its negative personality to become the strongest among the Angel Kings, which is similar to my current state.”

Lin Nuo did not hide anything and spoke directly.

"Gray fog also has pollution?"

Klein stood up from the bronze chair excitedly.

How come he didn't know about this before? No one had ever told him about it. Although the Fantasy Dragon's plan was also worth investigating, it was nothing compared to his own life.

"A single glance from a Sequence 0 is a horrific pollution to ordinary people."

"Of course, the gray fog also has similar pollution, but the 'master' of the gray fog does not want to harm these spirits."

"Your control over the gray fog is not fake. In my opinion, strictly speaking, it is your credit that the people of the Tarot Club were not poisoned to death by the gray fog. When you first came to this era and came above the gray fog, you were still an ordinary person, right?"

"Because you are an ordinary person, the gray fog lowered its standards and did not kill you, the 'heir'. That is why Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man were able to stay safely above the gray fog like you."

Lin Nuo felt that Klein was quite great in this regard.

He single-handedly lowered the entry threshold above the gray fog.

If the entry threshold above the gray fog is the same as that of the Chaos Sea and the Eternal Darkness Tributary.

The Tarot Club has been wiped out countless times.

What's that look in your eyes? I'm a wimp, so the gray fog made itself harmless to protect me?

Klein understood what Lin Nuo meant. What else could he say now? Thank you, Lord Tianzun, for not killing me?

"Do you know how the ancient civilization on Earth was destroyed?"

Klein said "Tianzun" in his mind and then asked.

"Bang?"

Lin Nuo said uncertainly.

How to destroy? How else to destroy?

The entire earth was directly blown up by the spiritual pressure brought about by "Spiritual Revival".

"Didn't you obtain the extraordinary characteristics of a manipulator?"

"Can we enter the dreams of those fellow villagers sleeping in the 'light silkworms' to see what is happening?"

Klein suggested that he wanted to borrow the extraordinary characteristics of the manipulator, which was inspired by his exploration.

"You want to try?"

Lin Nuo looked him up and down and asked.

"Ah."

Klein nodded.

"Let's not talk about whether you can find the answer in your dream, even if you can..."

"Do you think the gray fog can protect you?"

"It's one thing for a divination sequence 0 to take a look through the gray fog. It's another thing for you to enter someone else's spiritual world and experience a disaster that destroys the earth, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you die. What if you get lucky and see the shadow of Tianzun through some aggregation law, and Tianzun comes back to life in your dream and kills me too?"

As Lin Nuo was talking, he felt a little itchy as he looked at Klein who was eager to die.

He didn't believe that Tianzun didn't have this ability.

Please tell me, what should I do if my cat is too active?

How about castration?

Lin Nuo's eyes became more and more dangerous.

"Ahem, ahem, um, do you know where Arrodes came from?"

"Why is it so respectful to me, the master of Gray Mist?"

Klein sensed the danger, coughed for a while, and then quickly changed the subject.

"Why don't you just ask it yourself?"

Lin Nuo drew a mysterious symbol on the table, and an illusory silver mirror appeared on the long bronze table.

Can Arrodes be summoned above the gray fog? Klein was stunned, and then he saw the mirror surface begin to fluctuate.

"Supreme, great, merciful master, your humble, loyal servant Arrodes comes at your call.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me?"

Because of its position, the mirror was facing Klein, and he saw this sentence directly.

He looked at Lin Nuo again and found that Lin Nuo was looking down at a notebook and had no intention of looking over at all.

"Where are you from?"

Klein asked directly.

"I come from underground..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faint light on the mirror surface disappeared and became somewhat dark.

The scene changed, and a large amount of black liquid gushed out of the underground holes. Some of them turned into monsters with varying numbers of arms and legs. At the same time, one of the light spots was sprayed out and landed on a stone. It combined with the other and evolved into a silver mirror with ancient patterns and black gems on both sides. This was the real body of Arrodes.

"What is the specific situation?"

Klein was somewhat puzzled.

The bright white words surged, giving people a feeling of about to cry.

Lin Nuo raised his head and took over the conversation:

"You can understand it as God creating Xiao Ai for the successor of Tianzun."

"Is this how the great master sees me? I am really touched. I will definitely cherish this name."

The bright white words disappear, replaced by vitality and color.

Klein felt speechless when he saw Arrodes's shameless appearance.

"Just follow him. If I need you, I'll summon you directly."

Lin Nuo said unceremoniously.

"Yes, Master!"

"Your loyal and steadfast servant Arrodes is always looking forward to serving you and the young master~"

The shadow in the mirror became brighter and brighter, as if Arrodes was happy that he was finally recognized.

Lin Nuo waved his hand, and the shadow in the full-length mirror disappeared.

His attitude is to come when called and go when dismissed.

"What the hell is this, little master?"

Klein couldn't hold it in any longer.

"If it's okay, I'll leave."

Lin Nuo stood up from the bronze chair and prepared to leave.

"Wait, why did God give the heir to the Heavenly Master a golden finger?"

“Is there a trap?”

Klein immediately thought of the pit.

"You don't have to be so suspicious. Why would the king of a neighboring country secretly send money and food to the prince of an enemy country?"

"It won't be difficult for you to become an angel earlier. I will give you a chance to choose when the time comes."

After Lin Nuo finished speaking, his figure disappeared, leaving Klein alone in the ancient and mysterious palace that looked like the residence of a giant.

A chance to choose?

Klein frowned and quietly looked at the countless crimson stars floating above the gray fog.

...

October 10th, Thursday.

At night, near dawn, in an empty garment factory in St. George's district.

There were no other residents nearby. A dozen mysterious people in black robes were holding a ceremony here.

Lin Nuo was also standing here, looking at the dark and heavy coffin in the middle, as well as a large number of gold ornaments with traces of dirt, white candles, and skulls of various shapes.

Patrick Brian stood right in front of all the skulls. He did nothing. The surroundings had become extremely cold, as if countless invisible creatures were partying.

As Patrick Blaine raised his right hand, the hooded believers began to perform a slightly twitching, crazy, and rhythmic dance.

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

Lin Nuo felt the experimental effect of the ritual and nodded with satisfaction. This level was more than enough to deal with the Black Emperor's deification ritual. Moreover, the spirit dance had another benefit. Even the headless knights and ghosts in the underworld could complete the ritual by dancing in various ways.

As the dance became more intense and a cold, invisible wind blew out of the coffin, Patrick Brain lowered his head and chanted in a language that seemed to come from the underworld:

“The nature of death.”

"The Lord of the Dead."

“The final destination of all living things.”

As Patrick Blaine recited, pale white and dark green light intertwined around him.

"good."

In the underworld, Lin Nuo relied on the authority of the gate and appeared in the palace deep in Calderon at the same time. After being transformed by a large number of undead, this place has become a huge palace. "Sauron" sat on the throne made of bones, holding a pale mask in his hand, and was accepting the feedback from the spirit dances from all over the world.

It is also memorizing the rituals, exerting the power of the God of Death, improving its control over the Spiritual Cult and the Southern Continent, and gradually integrating the power of the Spiritual Cult, including the royal faction.

Lin Nuo did not disturb 'Sauron'. He reached into the void and released the spirit of Einhorn, which had been sealed for a long time.

"Oh, damn, you finally let me out, what do you want?"

"If it doesn't work, just give me a quick death!"

Ever since he was turned into a hot pot, Einhorn, who was either sealed or sealed, shouted in a somewhat collapsed manner.

It has had enough of the endless darkness. Before, there were at least two people with whom it could quarrel, but now there is not even one person with whom it can quarrel.

"Sauron? Hahaha, your treatment is not much better than mine. Are you being parasitized?"

Before Lin Nuo could speak, Einhorn spotted Sauron, whose face was cold and pale, sitting on the throne of bones. He let out a somewhat crazy laugh.

But neither Lin Nuo nor 'Sauron' paid any attention to him. It laughed for a while, then felt bored and stopped.

"Have you laughed enough?"

Lino waited for Einhorn to calm down and asked.

"Boy, you are capable of this. You can even steal the power of the God of Death."

"You are now the Worm of Time? Did Pales Zoroast also fall into your hands?"

Einhorn looked at the silver-haired young man in front of him and said in an inexplicable tone.

"I've got a gift for you."

Lin Nuo pulled towards the void again, and a lady with a beautiful face, pale complexion and no warmth appeared in the underworld.

"The body of the Witch of Despair?"

"Haha, so you have this hobby? Why, Soran didn't want to give in, so you came to me?"

"She has a nice face and figure. If it were me, I would definitely want to pamper her."

Einhorn laughed as he looked at the female corpse in front of him.

It circled around the lady, then looked at Lin Nuo with some sarcasm:

"Does the last former conqueror give you a sense of accomplishment?"

"Why don't you catch Medici? He was once the king of angels. What? Do you have mysophobia?"

"Are you so weak that you can't see anything if I don't show it to you?"

Lin Nuo ignored Einhorn's ridicule. He pointed at the female corpse in front of him, and a sense of destruction of impending disaster emerged from the lady's body.