Vol 2 Chapter 336 hound

“What would you like in exchange for it?”

“Can I pay in advance, or spend money or something?” Klein turned his head and muttered in a low voice.

“Flower?”

I’m only the middle sequence of Sequence Seven, He De He Neng makes a deal with the angel of Sequence One… After a clear cough, Klein shook his head.

“do not worry about it.”

Seeing that Klein was not very interested in the transaction, the white giant snake that was coiled up in a ball felt a little regretful. He waved his tail irritably, and convinced himself.

“I’m leaving anyway, and there’s nothing wrong with telling you those revelations.”

The blood-red eyes snapped open, and the needle-shaped vertical pupils gradually expanded into circles, staring straight at Klein.

“Let’s talk about it first. Even if these revelations are just vague symbols, they are also mixed with a lot of knowledge that is fatal to a demigod and a Beyonder. I can’t pour specific revelations directly into your mind.”

Klein stared at the two spinning silver-white spirals in the eyes of the giant snake, and shrugged.

“I have no problem.”

The silver-white spiral accelerated, and Will Auceptin’s voice suddenly became magnetic, becoming ethereal, and the night sky of the entire dream became even darker.

The breeze blew the weathered ground out of thin air, quickly sketching abstract symbols one by one, among which the dark pupilless eye occupies the most central position, and next to it is a demon with a shape similar to a dragon head, and Crowns, scales, doors and eccentric symbols resembling the “witch” symbol.

There is no sign of the “Secret Prayer” pathway… Klein frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion.

In his opinion, the Aurora Society has been operating secretly in the Eastern District recently, seeking to expand its influence and spread the belief in the true creator.

“The weights have surpassed the scales, and plagues and fears feast on unimaginable rewards… All sorrows will be dissipated with the winds of history, forgotten before the unstoppable torrent, only The back-flowing filth stained the pillars, making a few notes in unknown corners…”

Will Auceptin, whose words were slurred, murmured softly, and Klein, who was listening to the powerful whisper, frowned.

My intuition tells me that Will Auceptin feels that he has not only seen these, but he must have his own understanding… He looked back at the symbols on the ground, between the symbols that look like “The Fool” and the dragon-headed demon. Klein fell into deep thought.

After a while, he slowly shook his head, touched his chin again, and looked at Will whose eyes had returned to normal.

“What is the connection between the ‘devil’ that has appeared frequently in Backlund recently and this symbol?”

“This should be counted as another price.” Will glanced at the dragon head logo on the ground, and then his tone was obviously serious.

His restless tail slapped the ground. “Do you know the symbol usually used to symbolize the ‘devil’ pathway?”

“The one with the horns?” Klein frowned slightly on the left side.

These were the first few pathway signs he had mastered, because the suspected stereotyped shofar pattern was very similar to the image of the devil on the earth, and it was impossible to associate it without much association.

“Although it is now recognized that the shofar pattern is a characteristic of ‘devils’, many ‘devils’ will also grow horned crowns similar to horned horns after demonization,” Will Auceptin recalls the snake’s head leaving the coiled body , “But in fact, earlier, when the ancient gods were rampant, there was another iconic symbol.”

He tapped the ground with his tail. “It’s the dragon head symbol.”

Saying that, the tip of the tail without scales dexterously drew the image of a nine-headed dragon on the sand, and Klein’s eyelids jumped when he saw it.

Nine heads and ten crowns… Isn’t this Satan?

Klein tried his best to control his expression, his lips parted.

“Is this the symbol of the ancient **** Fabti?”

The huge white snake just silently swept away the sketches on the ground, but this piece of speechlessness has already answered the question very well.

The coiled snake body slowly twisted, and gradually stretched into a slender body.

“Okay, I have a hunch that my train is coming.”

Will Auceptin raised his head again and avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience.

Klein, whose emotional intelligence was still passable, consciously withdrew an unattractive smile, and also moved his face away.

“Anyway, thanks for your generosity, I probably see something from the revelation.”

Will’s swaying snake head settled down and looked at Klein strangely, without concealing the hesitation in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“No.” He hurriedly denied it and made up a lie casually, “I just saw your future fate just now.”

“Maybe this catastrophe for most of Backlund may be an opportunity for you.”

Not understanding the other party’s meaning, Klein suppressed the urge to frown, took the initiative to say goodbye, and soberly witnessed the collapse of the dream under the dark night, and the silver-white serpent once again turned into a layered sphere of light in his meditation screen.

The artificial sleepwalking was broken when the occult connection was disconnected. After returning to consciousness, Klein was shown lying on the bed for a while, and his eyes were fairly clean, but after careful search, he could still see the dusty and speckled ceiling. After watching it for a few minutes After that, he got up slowly,

He took away the Qianzhihe pressed under the pillow, carefully pressed it into a flat surface, and stuffed it into the left trouser pocket.

The dim yellow light embraced the orange-red on the horizon. Watching the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by the haze, Klein subconsciously pulled out his pocket watch and stared at the pointer pointing to the number six on the golden dial. .

Did I sleep that long?

Against the broken light scattered from the gap in the curtain, Klein sighed slightly.

The next second, the door below was knocked.

……..

Inside a mansion in the West End of Backlund.

Emlyn, who was nervous in his heart, was taking care of his bow tie with both hands, so he was going to check his clothes again.

“What are you doing?”

The titular owner of the mansion, Kasimi Audra walked out of the partition, looking at Emlyn’s repeated movements, and asked in confusion.

“Cough, this is the calmness and nobility that a vampire should have.” The young vampire raised his chin slightly, trying hard not to let the panic in his eyes flow out.

Calmly… Kasimi slowly glanced at Emlyn up and down, and said “ha” in his heart.

To be honest, when he just heard his grandfather say that Emlyn White, an ordinary blood race without a title, was valued by the first ancestor, he did have an indescribable frustration and dissatisfaction, but as his grandfather told him the truth, that kind of The dissatisfaction also turned into a chuckle while watching the fun, and even if he had to devote himself to it, so as not to laugh in front of Emlyn himself.

“Indeed, this is the quality that every vampire should have.” Kasimi pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, turned his back quickly, and pointed to the direction leading to the underground.

“It’s almost time, don’t make grandfather wait for us.”

Said, the two vampires were one after the other, with unreasonable thoughts, but they also went underground.

Although it is false that the first ancestor Lilith chose Emlyn as the savior, it is true that he will face an ancient existence equal to the first ancestor after a while, which is a fact that cannot be treated with ordinary heart.

The coffin, covered with many symbols and magic signs, was still parked in the middle of the underground space. Emlyn, who checked again whether the bow tie was neat, took a deep breath and said neither humble nor arrogant:

“Marquis Nibes, I’m ready.”

The lack of honorific words made Kasimi look sideways, but Nibes, who was lying in the coffin, seemed to have not heard, and said as usual:

“His Royal Highness ‘Yuanyue’ has already looked towards here, the brilliance of the ancestor is with you, you can start.”

As soon as the old voice fell, the crawling shadow on the ground made waves, and the black stickiness grabbed Casimi’s trousers and threw him out of the basement.

The heavy stone gate locked the entrance out of thin air, and Emlyn, who felt chills all over his body, swallowed his saliva with difficulty. The Sanguine’s already sensitive spiritual intuition and five senses felt like stabbing pains.

As he had practiced thousands of times at home and at the Harvest Church, he first recited the honorable name of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan, and then clasped his hands again, put them on his chest and prayed nervously:

“A fool who does not belong to this era.”

“Great Master farther than far.”

“Rooted in the ancient gods of mystery.”

“I beseech your gaze…”

In the psychedelic haze, Emlyn, who only felt that his thoughts were rising, faintly felt an invisible line of sight that was suddenly very obvious. He turned his eyes blankly, and actually caught a glimpse of surprise in that icy line of sight.

The sight that is constantly being raised crosses the conceptual height, enters the spiritual world from reality, and continues to move upward in the spiritual world that has lost the concept of orientation, breaking through the seven clear lights at the top, breaking through the gray fog that few people know about, stop. Under the ground of the magnificent palace.

At the same time, Klein, who had just stepped on the hired carriage side by side with Louis Evans, only felt a little discord.

He heard the prayers conveyed by the gray fog, but the slightly shrill male voice made him sure that he was not any member of the Tarot Society.

Could it be that after the honorable name of “The Fool” was spread by the Eastern District, someone was trying to call this unknown existence?

Seeing the inquiring eyes of Louis Evans, Klein, who was clueless, smiled slightly and chose to ignore the prayer.

Anyway, no one stipulates that believers must respond when they pray to the gods, right?

……

In the basement where Nibes was, standing in front of the coffin, Emlyn, whose head was lowered, lost his voice, and only the vital signs that were almost negligible for humans remained.

The sight belonging to the “full moon” slowly swept across. After a moment of silence, a faint light appeared on the surface of the black coffin that seemed to be integrated with the earth. A pair of exaggerated bat wings emerged from the shadows, and the tips of the wings were carefully pasted. on Emlyn’s forehead.

“The spiritual body thread has not been manipulated, but Emlyn White’s spiritual body has disappeared?”

The old voice of Nibais revealed surprise. As a demigod of the “Pharmacist” pathway, he knew very well that this characteristic was often the manifestation of the creation of the “cultivator” demigod.

Although it also focuses on the field of life, the “pharmacist” is more focused on spirituality, while the “cultivator” is the shaping of the body. At the demigod level, you can make a soulless puppet to help the maker to complete various tasks.

And now, Emlyn White actually “feels” the same as those soulless clay puppets!

“I didn’t turn Emlyn into a secret puppet like the out-of-control ‘divine’ sequence mythical creatures in the records, but took away his spiritual body.” Nibais in the coffin pondered slightly, and the long silence was in the middle. Showed hesitation.

“Is that one already awake?”

……

“Where is this place?”

Emlyn opened his eyes in a daze, the weightless spiritual body floated in the fog and waves, and all he could see was gray.

The stagnant thoughts began to lubricate as he woke up. In just a few seconds, Emlyn recalled what happened just now, curled up subconsciously, and tried to mobilize the extraordinary power to protect himself.

Mother God, am I not praying to the “Mysterious God”?

Why go back to this ghost place?

He looked around in panic, looking at the gray-white, blood-red eyes that quickly lost sight.

Fortunately, the blood clan’s hearing is still sensitive. In this dead sea of ​​fog, Emlyn only heard a voice different from his own.

Fortunately… Before I had time to rejoice that there were not too many unknowns, the strange sound approached him, and Emlyn slowly opened his eyes.

In the gray fog of similar color, a block of red, black, white, blue and other rich colors superimposed abruptly in front of Emlyn’s eyes. Reality and history briefly interacted, and a slender figure came out unexpectedly.

The frightened Emlyn closed his eyes instinctively. After waiting for a while without feeling any pain, he tentatively narrowed a slit and saw the blurry shadow.

It looks like a hunting dog, it is covered with short black hair, the dark red flame burning in the eye socket is swaying, the cracked corner of the mouth is torn from the front kiss to the back of the head, with the fog-like saliva, it gives people a feeling of illusory and unreal. .

Emlyn stared blankly at this “hound” who was ugly enough and weird enough. The eyes that glanced at the “hound”‘s mouth inadvertently throbbed, but they couldn’t close because of the strange stagnation.

No matter how much energy he usually spends on the doll, he can still recognize that this is an incomplete mythical creature at this moment.

In other words, this is a “hound” with divinity, equivalent to a demigod.

What’s even more terrifying is that before his emotions were completely reflected from his brain to all corners of his body, several figures similar to but not identical to the “Hound” appeared in the fog wave, each of which exuded a demigod. Dangerous atmosphere as it should be.

Emlyn, who felt that the emotion of fear had already died before his own death, fell into numbness. He stood sluggishly in the fog and let the “hounds” come to his side, sniffing the scent of the perfume remaining on the corner of his clothes.

Afterwards, Emlyn, who had lost interest in life, saw the picture that refreshed his cognition for the first time in his life.

This group of monster-like “hounds” did not cut him into pieces as food, but some returned to the fog, some disappeared again, and some squatted beside him, facing a higher place wagging his tail in the direction.

“The Female President’s Almighty King”

Wagging his tail… Emlyn, who had stopped thinking, repeated these words in his head, and followed the “Hound”‘s gaze.

Above the gray fog, an ancient bronze gate is standing here.