Han Su had felt the unusual nature of the Emperor's power more than once. Whether it was the Fishing Horn, the Emperor's Book, or the Emperor's text combined with his own Golden Cells, whenever they encountered other anomalies, they all displayed an arrogance of a higher order.
But this arrogance was neither constant nor consistent, so Han Su couldn't develop a unified, concrete approach.
Now, facing this corpse, he felt that uniquely powerful resonance.
It wasn't like the Fishing Horn, which seized the upper hand in a person's consciousness, nor like the Emperor's text, which passively endured contamination. This time, he felt as if the Mysterious Power had truly come alive—asserting itself with righteous confidence as it invaded other anomalous forces at their source.
And the reason...
Han Su instantly thought of the failed ritual that had been underway before the Ancient Castle collapsed.
Before the Grotesque Doctor on the other end of the phone stopped him, the Old Butler had recited five consecutive "records."
Although the ritual had later been interrupted, those five records seemed to have remained?
"So my control over this corpse is related to those records?"
Han Su clearly sensed the logical connection and subtle resonance. A few ideas came to mind, but he still needed to investigate and verify them.
"How is this possible?"
When Han Su awakened the corpse, everyone in the church was already terrified.
The three Chief Priests behind the second-floor railing were so startled that they dropped their teacups. They sprang to their feet, trembling, but didn't dare make too much noise.
Outside the door, the team members who had broken free of the Spell's control rushed into the church. They sucked in a sharp breath, then dropped to their knees without a second thought. They even dumped the paralyzed man