Lord of the Mysteries

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… Seeing the reaction of “Admiral Hell” Ludwell, Klein was just like the part of the alive crew on The Black Tulip, who could hardly believe his eyes.

He originally expected two scenes:

One is that Ludwell invited half God of the Spiritual Religion Society to help Gehrman Sparrow and the experts behind him. This is not impossible. The Sequence Seven of Death God path is called Spiritualist, and is also capable of predicting the coming of danger.

2 This Admiral Hell was unprepared, forcibly resisted, and was easily resolved by Mister Ards.

Klein 鈥檚 plan is that if it is the first situation, Mister Ards will respond to half God, hunt Admiral Hell himself, get the second Secret Puppet, if it is second, please ask Mister Ards to watch, manipulate Secret Puppet, and Ludwell duel, In this process, he will use Hunger’s Squirming to hide in various shadows and hide behind the scenes as much as possible to digest Secret Puppeteer magical medicine more quickly.

Who knows, Admiral Hell did nothing to resist, just creeping to the ground, kissing the deck, if Ards was the most loyal and humble servant.

How can this be played… Klein looked at the front with a slight sigh, not knowing what to say.

The whole boat is also quiet.

Ards raised his hand and pressed the top of the silk top hat, and went unhurriedly to Ludwell, who was crouching on the ground.

One step, two steps, three steps, he stopped in front of “Admiral Hell” Ludwell, opened the mouth and said in a low voice:

“Where did the Spiritual Religion Society Artificial Death God plan go?”

Ludwell’s forehead was firmly against the ground, replied hoarsely:

“Artificial Death God has been able to actively influence the high sequencers who failed to be promoted, but they have not been able to respond to prayers and ceremony …”

After the description, he slightly lifted the upper body and took the square black ring worn by the right hand, holding it in both hands and handing it to the front.

Silently, the ring seemed to be held by countless spiritual bodies, flew on its own and fell into the palm of Ards.

Ards took a few seconds to pick up the ring and wear it to the left index finger.

Suddenly, a feeling of horror, deep and indescribable aloof and remote spread from him. Those Living Corpse and skeletons, either naked or wearing a broken leather armor, kneeled on one knee and buried their heads, seemingly only Dare to look directly at his leather boots, the flying Resentful Soul and the shadows also fell to the ground, clinging tightly to the deck, and no one floated in the air.

The rest of the pirates on the ship pounced one by one and fell to the ground, burying their faces on the deck, and did not dare to lift them up.

Klein stood on the other end, looking at the back of Mister Ards and the open scene, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Ards went two more steps, came to the side of Admiral Hell, then turned around, facing Klein, and said to Ludwell:

“You made him a year of Secret Puppet, and when it is time, you can return to the spiritual world.”

This remark, which Ards said is plain and plain, does not seem to involve the life and death and future of Admiral Hell, or, for him, it is only a small matter, and it does not need to care about the mood and thoughts of the orderee.

Ludwell’s body trembled fiercely, seemingly angry, unwilling, but eventually did not look up, still clinging his forehead to the deck:

“Yes, the great Death Consulate.”

His tone barely fell, the mysterious symbols rendered by pale and dark green one by one are highlighted one by one, intertwined, forming an illusory large bronze door.

This large bronze door quickly shrank, and fell into Admiral Hell’s forehead.

Klein looked at at a loss and was confused, until Mister Ards nodded to him, pointed to Admiral Hell, and then moved forward, entered the 10 meter range, and manipulated Ludwell’s spiritual body string.

The pirate admiral tried to bounce his body several times and wave his arms, but none of them were put into practice. Soon, his thoughts became sluggish and he was struggling subconsciously.

After a while, the “Admiral Hell” Ludwell wearing a silver mask turned over and stood, lowering his head, retreating to the side of Klein, and left and right with “Winner” Enzo.

Ards quietly looked at, and at the end of the day, he said slowly:

鈥淭he person of high status in ‘Death God ‘path has a strong ability to suppress the next person.鈥?/p>

鈥?It can be inferred that when I threw out your copper whistle before, Admiral Hell, who is Sequence Five, could not control the undead lifeform of his own … Klein gently nodded, indicating that he remembered this matter.

Then, a rotted Living Corpse climbed up and held a blue cuff to Klein.

This is his lost fishman cuff!

Although it is useless to me now, it still comes back after all … Klein inexplicably sighed, and reached for his own item.

Then he saw Mister Ards walking back, stretched out the hand to grab over his shoulder.

He quickly reached out his hands and grabbed the shoulders of two Secret Puppets, Enzo and Ludwell, respectively.

All the colors become rich, bright and overlapping, and Klein, who has entered the spiritual world, can ask:

“Mister Ards, where are you going now?”

“Mad Sea.” Ards calmly replied.

He paused and added another sentence:

“Give me the copper whistle.”

“…OK.” Klein asked Secret Puppet Enzo to take out the iron cigarette case and remove the quaint copper whistle inside.

Ards reached out and said, he said:

“My instinct tells me that this Death God legacy ring plus copper whistle, and me, should be able to find the place where Death God fell in Mad Sea.”

Klein subconsciously opened the mouth and said:

“My dream tells me that it is dangerous.

“Maybe we should first go to the members of the Spiritual Religion Society who are obsessed with the Artificial Death God program and get more detailed information from them before making a decision.”

Ards silenced for a few seconds:

“There is a voice calling me.”

Klein turned his head to the side, looked towards Mister Ards, and saw the vicissitudes of the five-featured gentle-skinned bronze pupils. The contour lines were tight and there was no extra curvature in the corner of the mouth.

Each and everyone quickly passed by, and Ards and Klein quickly entered the area of 鈥嬧€婱ad Sea where the dark storm swept through the dark lightning.

At this time, the dark and cold square ring and the delicate and simple brass-colored whistle shimmered at the same time, illuminating the face of Ards.

The Death Consulate, who survived the fourth era, closed his eyes, quietly listening to the call from nowhere, and then the right hand slammed.

All the scenes of the nearby spiritual world collapsed inwards into a dark vortex that could not see the edge slowly turning.

This vortex suddenly inflated, swallowing Ards, Klein and 2 Secret Puppets.

Klein felt a sudden and intense dizziness and almost vomited on the spot.

After some time, he eased over and found himself in a dark and cold tomb, all around was an open coffin, lying with each and everyone the rotten dead with white feathers.

Although Mister Ards was reminded, it still came here… Klein stunned for a second, and suddenly there was a sense of helplessness.

He looked sideways towards the side and saw Ards standing in the vicinity, staring deep into the tomb leading to the stairs.

There is a strong black energy filled in, and the smog is generally flowing slowly.

“It’s very likely that there is a man-made Death God …” Klein unable to bear reminded again.

The lines of the Ards face are no longer so tight, and the corners of the mouth are slightly tilted:

“The previous deep sleep reminded me of more things. I saw myself sitting on the throne of the skull, and saw the Extraordinary and ordinary persons who were killed in front of the throne. They did nothing wrong and died like that. Then one by one climbed up and turned into a pale undead lifeform, an undead lifeform loyal to me.

“And I watched it so coldly, without any emotional fluctuations, letting such a disaster spread to the countryside and spread to the city.

“It makes me feel less like myself, but I know very well that this may be my true self.”

Fourth era Empire of Balam The Death Consulate … Klein’s mouth twitched and squeezed tightly.

Ards raised his hand and licked the forehead, and continued with a calm tone without any ups and downs:

“I feel like I am returning in this direction.”

PS: Change it first, then change it, and it will return to normal tomorrow, mainly because I got up at 6:1 yesterday morning and went out. I could n鈥檛 write a manuscript at night and went to bed early.