After silently staring at the goats and rabbits for more than ten seconds, Klein closed his eyes and lightly plucked each of his right index and middle fingers, as if pressing invisible piano keys.
Nearly a third of the Marionette suddenly collapsed, losing all sense of life.
Klein's expression Distortion instantly, as if he had been cleaved thirty-three times with a giant sword.
The familiar yet intense pain raged through his body, causing faint, light-colored buds to appear on his skin, each bud seemingly brewing a transparent worm.
This was a backlash from killing thirty-three " Worm of Spirit ".
After a brief respite, Klein made a second attempt, killing the remaining third of the Marionette.
The same pain, the same rest, the same procedures were repeated once again, and Klein finally completely eliminated this batch of cursed Marionette.
He couldn't handle it all at once, because the damage from the simultaneous death of a hundred " Worm of Spirit " was enough to push him close to losing control, and being cursed meant that he couldn't solve the problem directly through the recycling feature.
Of course, this is the level expected of a " Scholar of Yore " who has only recently been promoted, not the performance of a " Scholar of Yore " who has almost finished digesting Potion.
In reality, losing a hundred " Worm of Spirit " would only intensify Klein's pain, but wouldn't cause him to lose control or affect his combat ability. He was just Acting to make his performance match his assigned role.
--At his level, it would be possible for the " Worm of Spirit " to go out of control if more than half of them were lost at the same time.
Once he has fully digested the " Scholar of Yore " Potion, he can recover from the death of nearly five hundred " Worm of Spirit ". Even if all the corresponding Beyonder Characteristic are lost and do not return, he will not drop in rank or level. He can gradually restore his strength by absorbing Beyonder Characteristic through the " Seer " pathway.
After finishing this task, a calmer Klein walked out of the half-collapsed tower-like building and went into the darkness outside to bring back a few white rabbits and a goat.
He now realized that the darkness of the Forsaken Land of the Gods was not as dangerous as Little " The Sun " had described, and that most of the Monster were actually quite weak.
No, to be precise, the dangers lurking in the depths of darkness, aside from the ability to make someone vanish into thin air, are nothing compared to this guy next to me named Amon... Klein glanced at the thin man sitting near the leather lantern, smiling as he watched him busily working, then summoned boiling water and other things from the Historical Void, squatted down, and began carefully processing the fur and flesh of the white rabbit and goat.
After a flurry of activity, Klein lit a campfire, set up a traditional grill, placed a white rabbit on it, and brushed it with basil, fennel, salt, and other seasonings from his spice kit, turning it constantly.
At this moment, the historical delicacies he had eaten earlier had long since disappeared due to lack of maintenance, and both his body and soul were calling out for replenishment.
An enticing aroma gradually wafted out, and Amon twitched his nose slightly, saying:
"Are you really going to eat this?"
Before Klein could answer, the " God of Mischief " continued to speak to himself:
"Their essence is the flesh and blood of Monster and your ' Worm of Spirit,' are you sure you want to eat them?"
" Polymorph Curse at the Angel level cannot be lifted without an opponent of equal rank or the correct method. If something looks like a rabbit, smells like a rabbit, and tastes like a rabbit, then it is a rabbit." Klein said with a self-deprecating laugh as he earnestly roasted the rabbit. "Besides, how can I escape from you without being in top condition? For this slim hope, I can only challenge my mental fortitude."
This is called bearing humiliation and carrying a heavy burden! Klein added in his mind.
At the same time, he lamented the Polymorph Curse of the " Ancient Bane."
This is many times more powerful than the similar curse of Sequence 3 " Silent Disciple "!
The duration of this effect has virtually no upper limit... While ordinary animals, after becoming my Marionette, can use all my extraordinary abilities through the " Worm of Spirit," Marionette Polymorph Curse cannot... This is the curse of Angel rank... Aside from confrontations with those of equal rank, there are ways to try and break it using the correct methods. No curse is absolutely unsolvable; all have loopholes... Heh, kiss this rabbit, and it will turn back into Gehrman Sparrow Klein, adjusting his mental state with a mix of self-deprecation and analysis.
After hearing his answer, Amon, who wore a monocle, smiled and nodded.
"Very good.
"This is indeed the awareness that should be there."
Klein didn't respond and continued his barbecue business.
Before long, with the help of his " Flame Manipulation " ability, he roasted a rabbit and a leg of lamb. Taking advantage of the fact that the spices had not yet disappeared, he ate the sweet iced tea that he had summoned from the Historical Void. The sweet taste left a lingering fragrance in his mouth, and he felt refreshed. This effectively relieved the depression, despair, and hesitation he felt from being "kidnapped" by Amon.
During this process, Klein occasionally thought of the Monster ' disgusting appearance and the fact that the " Worm of Spirit " was equivalent to himself, but he controlled his feelings very well.
Having filled his stomach and regained his energy, Klein processed the remaining ingredients by the fire into dry rations, as if he were stockpiling food for the rest of the journey.
Watching him slowly but methodically make his preparations, Amon suddenly adjusted his monocle, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked:
"Actually, you're stalling for time, trying to prolong the journey to your real destination, aren't you?"
Klein's hand movements paused slightly before resuming, and he smiled, saying:
"Yes, I'm waiting for help."
"Who do you think it could be?"
Amon didn't answer directly, but said with a smile:
I'm really looking forward to it.
... Klein continued his busy work until he had prepared enough dry rations for three or four meals.
He thought for a moment, and in front of Amon, he reached into the void once more. He failed again and again, yet he tried again and again, seemingly trying to summon something. It was as if he was using his actions to show whether he had the guts to Stealing.
Amon looked at it for a few seconds, smiled and shook his head, then slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the half-collapsed tower-like building.
Klein's right hand froze in mid-air before he withdrew it and pinched his forehead.
He muttered to himself, full of doubt:
"What was I thinking of doing just now...?"
In his memory, Klein stood up, took the packed provisions, and carrying the leather lantern, and walked to Amon's side and behind.
One person and one Angel bypassed the hills and entered a river valley.
The water flowed gurglingly, but when the Yellow Light of the lamps shone over it, and when lightning flashed across the sky, Klein discovered that there was no water in the riverbed, and the sounds he had just heard had vanished.
"A river that has been put into Concealment?" After a moment's thought, Klein asked Amon without hesitation.
"Yes, it only appears in complete darkness." Amon nodded slightly, answering casually.
"Can I drink it?" Klein asked again.
Amon smiled and said:
"Yes, this was once one of the water sources of a city-state that had endured darkness for sixteen hundred years. As long as the water can be taken away from the riverbed, it can appear in the light."
"Your next suggestion is that I take a lantern and wait to the side while you replenish your water in the darkness?"
"Then, take this opportunity to switch to Concealment mode?"
Klein smiled somewhat awkwardly:
"How could I possibly use such a simple and easy-to-think method?"
Amon chuckled upon hearing this, adjusted his monocle, and said:
Sometimes, the simplest plan is the most effective; you can give it a try.
Klein dared not believe, nor dared he disbelieve, the words of the master Deceit, fearing that the other party was simply saying the opposite of what he meant.
He had to put the water issue aside and instead asked:
"How many human settlements, like City of Silver, remain undestroyed in the Forsaken Land of the Gods?"
Amon stared straight ahead, his expression unchanged, and said:
I know no more than ten.
"In this respect, City of Silver is fortunate; at least it can see and has the ability to reach the dawn."
This means that City of Silver is close enough to the gates of the " Giant King's Court," this Forsaken Land of the Gods, that it doesn't require a near-death experience to reach it, while other city-states, no matter how hard they hold out in the darkness or how many exploration teams they send out, are only making futile struggles and have no chance of finding an exit? Indeed, from this perspective, Silver is both unfortunate and fortunate... It all depends on which side you're comparing it to... Klein, carrying a leather lantern, walked along the riverbank as he began to devise a second escape plan.
Amon walked beside him, occasionally offering him seemingly reliable but actually ineffective solutions, behaving as if he were schizophrenic and desperately trying to undermine his main body's hope of obtaining the " Sefirah Castle."
City of Silver, in another direction from the " Giant King's Court ".
Derrick Berg accepted the chief's summons, took the " Unshadowed Crucifix," and went to the top of the round tower, entering a spacious room.
A mysterious and complex altar has been set up here, with different items placed in different locations. There are six items in total, all of which exude a dangerous aura.
Derrick glanced around and saw an ordinary silver flute, a mask made of skull, and the remains of Shapeshifter.
"You have the ' Unshadowed Crucifix,' so you can stay here for a quarter of an hour, but not longer, or you will die suddenly," Colin Iliad, dressed in a linen shirt and a brown coat, instructed Derrick.
Derrick, Spirit Intuition, asked:
"Your Excellency, is it because of that ' Twilight Mask '?"
His right hand simultaneously pointed to the mask made of skull.
"Yes." Colin nodded slightly. "I have prepared the remains of six powerful creatures, all of which I hunted alone or as the main force."
Derrick suddenly realized something:
"Are you still lacking divine blessing?"
Colin fell silent for a moment, then opened his mouth after more than ten seconds and slowly said:
"Yes."
After a period of hesitation and struggle, he finally chose " The Fool ".
At least those mushrooms really brought hope to City of Silver.
Derrick suppressed his joy, recalled the conversation Tarot Club, and asked a question with slight doubt:
"Why not let those two divine-level Sealed Artifact bestow their blessings?"
He remembered that the gods, that is, the Angel, could fulfill the ritual requirements; it wasn't necessary for Sequence 0 true god to provide blessings, after all, the " Silver Knight " was only Sequence 3.
Colin was silent again, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said:
They will not bestow blessings.