This time, Klein did not directly bring the Azik Copper Whistle into the Gray Fog. Instead, he planned to use the projection of the object, just like he did with the earliest Divination of the " Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun ". Although this would reduce the accuracy to some extent and might even lead to the Divination not yielding any effective insights, the object's integrity would be guaranteed to the greatest extent possible with the Gray Fog in between.
He still remembered that when he used the black ear from the " Listener " to Divination the source, the Sealed Artifact collapsed and disintegrated due to the counterattack of the " True Creator," and Reorganization into a talisman.
Therefore, when he suspected that the Divination results might point to the remains of " Death " or other remnants, or to the divine power of the long-fallen Sequence 0 that altered the environment of the Raging Sea, Klein decided to leave the Azik Copper Whistle in the real world and use projection to perform Divination in order to avoid the possibility of this important item being damaged. After all, " Death " and " True Creator " are on the same level!
As for why Klein dared to use " The Groselle's Travels " to Divination source, it's because the ancient god " Dragon of Imagination " has been fallen for a long time, and its corresponding characteristics have mostly been inherited by others, changing hands many times. Moreover, the travelogue itself is very sturdy, and even the full-force attack of " Sea God Scepter " could not damage it in the slightest. By the same token, Mr. "Door" may only be at the level of " Angel King " and is in a state of Exile and isolation, barely able to transmit his ramblings, and almost unable to cause any substantial damage.
If I am injured or contaminated, I can quickly recover with the power of the mysterious space above the Gray Fog, leaving no hidden dangers. But if the Azik Copper Whistle is broken, then it's truly broken. I can no longer contact Mr. Azik, can no longer use it to attract undead creatures, and can't even carry it with me... Klein calmly and skillfully held the copper whistle projection and the paper with the Divination inscription, leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and Cogitation as he softly recited:
"The reason this bronze whistle is acting strangely today."
After repeating it seven times, Klein fell into a deep sleep and entered a dream.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he saw a dark and gloomy mausoleum, a dark staircase that stretched downwards, and coffins placed around it.
All the coffins were open, and inside lay one dead body after another, with white feathers stained with pale yellow oil growing from their backs.
Even in his dream, Klein felt that the scene was strangely familiar, as if he had seen it before.
Just then, he seemed to smell the stench of decay, hear the slow breathing of something, and feel the darkness within the mausoleum grow ever denser, giving him an extremely deathly still feeling.
Suddenly, murmurs, some high and some low, rang out simultaneously. All the dead people lying in the coffins with white feathers on their backs floated up, their half-rotten, half-pale faces gazing out of the dream world!
With a thud, Klein's heart went out of control, as if being pulled out of his chest by Invisible Hand.
During this process, his dream suddenly shattered into fragments and vanished into nothingness.
The last thing Klein saw was that the corpses not only had white feathers on their backs, but also on other parts of their bodies. In addition, thin, almost illusory black tubes were inserted into their bodies at one end and extended into the deepest part of the mausoleum, where a deep, thick, eerie, and cold boundless black mist filled the air.
The black mist slowly contracted and expanded, emitting a panting sound. This sight and sound, when it reached Klein's eyes and ears, caused his skin to turn pale rapidly, his skin to rot and ooze pus, and fine white hairs stained with light yellow oil to grow from his pores. The projection of the Azik Copper Whistle in his palm exploded into a cloud of black mist.
Inside the ancient palace, the mottled long table had decayed and collapsed, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs were covered with white feathers, as if they had come to life.
The endless Gray Fog rolled silently, and the mysterious space above it swayed gently. Everything quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
Klein, who had been slumped beside his chair, reached out and grabbed the table leg, slowly stood up, sat back down, and let out a long sigh.
He rubbed his temples, subconsciously making comparisons:
Weaker than the ' True Creator ' and the ' Eternal Blazing Sun ', but stronger than Mr. 'Door'. It's unclear whether this is because the latter was Exile and isolated, resulting in very little power being able to be transmitted.
"Why am I thinking about these things? I can't beat them anyway. Even if I become Demigod, it'll be the same..."
"It's a pity we didn't see the thing hidden deep in the black mist directly, otherwise we might have even gained some Potion recipes or occult knowledge."
Klein felt a pang of regret and turned his gaze to the side of the seat, where he saw a wisp of illusory black mist Levitation there.
This is what remains after the projection of the Azik Copper Whistle was shattered.
"It lacks a sense of power, which means it can't be used as a talisman. What's the use of it?" Klein's thoughts shifted, and he summoned a spare " Paper Angel " from the pile of junk and threw it into the illusory black mist.
The moment the two came into contact, they immediately merged together. The paper figure quickly turned black, appearing deep and mysterious, and white feathers stained with pale yellow oil grew from its back.
This change lasted only a second before the paper figure returned to its original state, but it didn't feel real; it had a semi-illusory quality.
Besides this, there are feather-like patterns covering the back of the paper figure.
"What can this be used for?" Klein let the mutated paper figure fall back into his palm.
He didn't dare use Divination to confirm the effect, fearing he would see the scene from his dream again, and be invaded by the things deep within the black mist that were already prepared.
After repeated examinations, Klein, based on his own knowledge of occultism, made a preliminary judgment:
"It doesn't contain any power in itself, but it has a special nature. Perhaps when making ' Paper Figurine Substitute ' or ' Paper Angel,' it can produce some strange effects that are somewhat related to the Death realm."
"It's like my Adventurer Harmonica; it doesn't possess any power of its own, but it can summon exceptionally powerful messengers..."
Klein then put away the "mutated paper doll" and began to interpret the images he had seen in his dream:
"A dark mausoleum, an open coffin, a dead man with feathers growing from his back, and a black mist permeating the depths—these revelations all seem to point to ' Death,' or some important artifact left behind by ' Death '... or perhaps, a product of a certain stage in the Spirituality Religion's Artificial Death Project?"
"By the way, why did that look so familiar?"
Klein thought carefully and quickly came up with the answer:
He had seen a similar scene in Divination long ago!
That time, the Divination he performed was about "the consequences of concealing Mr. Azik's affairs from the Nighthawks!"
He received two dream images: one of himself sinking into a sea of blood and being pulled out by Azik, and the other of the two of them being together in the dark and gloomy mausoleum they had just seen, seemingly searching for something!
Klein once interpreted this as the first scene representing his own peril and rescue by Mr. Azik, and the second scene representing the two of them exploring a mausoleum or a place symbolized by the mausoleum.
The former was verified when the Backlund meteorite fell from the sky, and today we finally have a clue about the latter!
"Could it be that Mr. Azik and I are about to explore the tomb I just 'saw'? But this tomb is very dangerous. The thing shrouded in black mist at the deepest part is of a very high status, only slightly inferior to the true gods, and it is full of malice..." Klein frowned slightly, thinking that the joint exploration might not be a good thing.
This made him feel the need to stop Mr. Azik, but he also doubted that he could directly defy the Divination he had already seen, otherwise he would suffer an even worse ending in the dramatic fate.
"At least during the first Divination, there were only images of exploration, no danger presented... Perhaps there is a way to indirectly bypass it... This is perhaps why ' Seer ' are always vague; sometimes being too explicit can have the opposite effect!" Klein decided that when he met Mr. Azik later, he would vaguely mention his dream to him without any interpretation, to see what Mr. Azik thought.
Having finalized his plan, Klein leaned back in his chair, gazing at the majestic palace dome, before disappearing into the Gray Fog.
Light, fragmented light, pure and clear dawn light, burst forth from the body of Waite Chirmont, another " Demon Hunter " and elder of the Council of Six, evaporating the white hairs growing from his skin pores and suppressing the subsequent writhing of flesh.
His arm muscles bulged as he drew back the string of the Dragon-Hunting Bow, letting the silver lightning intertwine with the dawn's glow to form a brilliant arrow.
The arrow flew out and instantly reached the altar piled with Monster skulls, striking the heavy, iron-black coffin.
Without a sound, the arrow of light dimmed and disappeared, failing to produce any effect.
No, the area around the altar grew increasingly dark and deathly silent!
From within the iron-black coffin, a voice, accompanied by the sound of bones grinding together, rang out:
Why, why did you disturb my slumber?
Upon hearing these words, Waite's heart sank slightly, for the malice was undisguised, and it meant that the former chief might have become Monster.
City of Silver's search for a way out has failed once again.
With a bang, the coffin lid flew off and shattered into pieces, releasing a continuous stream of black mist from below.
In this scene, Waite saw a figure slowly rise from inside the coffin. He was nearly four meters tall, with long arms and legs, and his body was covered with white feathers stained with pale yellow oil. Behind him, there seemed to be illusory black tubes connecting to the infinite distance.
Behind the three elders of the " Council of Six," the dark river rippled with enormous waves, and all sorts of arms, tentacles, and vines surged forth.
At that moment, Waite saw the chief's body undergo a rapid transformation, and saw the clothes he was wearing being torn apart inch by inch by his expanding muscles.
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