Lord of the Mysteries

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After hearing the words of "downside down", Klein suddenly squinted. With a bad hunch, he didn't go to pick someone up, put down the lantern, and took two notes from his pocket to make a group. They were inserted into the left and right ears.

Seeing that Gelman Sparrow did not ask, directly doing it, Alger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was really worry-free and easy to work with the inner feelings and experienced guys, even if there were crazy adventurers, listen. Get reasonable words and know what to do and not to do.

He was about to throw a dead mouse with a little temperature in his hand to the psychedelic bell tree, to attract the other to capture, and suddenly saw the shrub weeds next to it, and drilled a yellow-skinned tiger.

In the graceful winds of the Dangdang, the tiger step by step to the strange trees in front, it is normal, the eyes are sluggish, and there is a kind of evil feeling that cannot be described.

When Artie saw it, he lowered his arm and gave up the attempt to throw out the dead mouse. He endured a severe headache and calmly watched the yellow-skinned tiger in a more and more loud and melodious voice. Inside, I walked in front of the psychedelic bell tree.

It squatted down, raised his right paw, and slammed his sharp nails and stroked his neck.

The blood rushed out, and the tiger seemed to lose his pain. He continued to pull his claws and make the wound deeper and longer. Then, it began to peel off his fur a little, revealing a vaguely "naked" body.

The wind bells gradually subsided, and the branches suddenly came alive and spread to the bottom, and one root was plunged into the body that the tiger lost its fur protection and could not bear to look straight.

Alger, who had already prepared for a moment, immediately took out the short blade of his waist, opened his mouth, and hoarsely sang:

"Impression, impulse, impulse,

"The sea, the gray and cold rocks!

"Impression, impulse, impulse,

"The sea, cracking at the foot of the rock!" (Note 1)

His voice is rough and bold, but it is not at all adjusted. It is completely contrary to the normal cognition of humans and creatures. It has a noise-like metal-like roar, full of irritating and disgusting power. .

The branch of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and it was retracted backwards. It seemed to be huddled together, and the wonderful ringing sounds slightly dimmed the terrible noise.

Klein, next to Alger, blocked the ears with paper **** and actively converged the spirituality. At this moment, the forehead violently violently jumped, and the heart suddenly felt the urge to kill the singer to destroy everything in front of him.

Moreover, his mind was torn apart, and the muscles and blood vessels under the skin squirmed slightly.

It is a must for others to sing, and it is terrible to sing "Mr. Klein used the spit to counter the inner temper.

"Impression! Impulse! Impulse!"

The burst of each word of Alger gradually came close to the sound of the wave slamming the reef, and the silver and white lightnings fell along again, as if after a burst of applause.

Silver and white illuminate one after another, and Qi Qi slammed into the surface of the psychedelic bell tree. The strange trees could not help but tremble, and the swaying and chaotic of its branches made it difficult to make a neat hypnotic sound.

Alger seized the opportunity, dropped the dead mouse, and extended the short blade in his hand.

The wind creaked, and the invisible sharp edge rushed past, lingering on the top of the psychedelic bell tree closest to the torso.

Click!

The fist-sized, translucent fruit with no color fell straight, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew into the palm of Alger. The trees with cracks on the surface were solidified, and the remaining branches hang down and lost. Vitality.

Sure enough, as long as the correct information was collected and mastered in advance, the extraordinary plants with relatively low intelligence were better than the animals of the same level... Alger took out the prepared metal small tube and collected the fruits of the psychedelic bell tree.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the German Sparrow Road:

"We continue..."

His words suddenly broke, and the phrase "forward" disappeared into his throat.

At this moment, he saw that the cold face of German Sparrow was slightly distorted, and the white eyes next to the brown pupil were slightly reddish, and it seemed to break out at any time, and he would always do it to himself.

Alger’s spirit was tense and he took a slow breath and added the words to his integrity:

"We continue to move forward."

"Let's go." Gilman Spalo responded with a low-dumb response, taking the lead in bypassing the psychedelic bell tree into the withered state and heading deep into the Black Forest.

He did not go to make bark, branches and other spiritual materials, because there will be many extraordinary creatures in the follow-up, and he has no so-called storage artifacts, of course, to retain space for more valuable gains.

Besides, too many things on the body are too heavy, which is obviously not conducive to the agility of the "clown".

It’s a pity, it’s all inanimate material, without your own blood, you can’t enter the “Grossel Travels”... but you can bring them in with your secret mate, but it’s very troublesome and not conducive to subsequent exploration... Klein sighed silently while calming his emotions and getting rid of the remnants of the "slowing down" song.

This is the most difficult and most exciting song he has ever heard in his two lives!

If the "upside down" continues for a minute or two, he can't guarantee that he can still control the impulse to beat each other.

Just blocking the ears with the paper ball and astringing spirituality can only weaken the effect, can't really be isolated... even if it is a deaf person, it can be heard as well. This includes the "communication" of the spiritual level... This should be the "ocean song" "The most difficult ability to defend, plus once it appears, certainly can not escape, can only avoid the "lightning strike" in advance, this sequence 5 is also quite strong ... However, "swinging people" singing feeling why It is completely different from the singer Xia Tashi... Klein has some doubts while summing up and analyzing the experience.

At this time, Alger, who was walking next to him with a lantern, couldn’t help but think about a problem:

"Even if Gilman Sparo can't endure my song for a long time, how can I play the ‘sea singer’...”

In a silent atmosphere, the two quickly moved forward between the thick trees that were full of snake scales, and moved closer to the ancient ruins.

With the "voyager" on the side, Klein saved the energy of the wand to find the way, and concentrated on the attacks that might suddenly appear around.

Under the environment of darkness and horror story, the two did not know how long they had traveled, and found that the trees in the Black Forest began to gradually become sparse.

This is not the same as when they encountered the semi-god feather snake. The trees are sparse and awkward. It is gradual and gives the illusion of leaving the Black Forest.

"Through this area, it is on the edge of the ancient ruins." Alger broke the silence and said.

He paused and added:

"According to my experience, the closer it is to the more dangerous it is, the semi-god supernatural creature traces I found before are found nearby. However, it is very strange that the edge of the ancient ruins has no extraordinary biological activity. The clues below, as far as it is deep, I don’t know."

This big probability is that there is a more terrifying existence in the ancient ruins. The area is its "territory", so other creatures dare not approach... Klein muttered in his heart.

He had a premonition about the danger of this exploration. He also made a corresponding divination on the fog beforehand. The revelation was that there were twists and turns, there were problems, but it might not be safe to leave.

After waiting for the "upside down man", Klein smiled aloud:

"You should be able to know what my guess is."

He didn't say much, and entered the sparsely populated areas of trees.

Alger silently walked by and became more and more confident that his judgment on German Sparrow was correct:

Calm and crazy!

A few meters ahead, they suddenly saw a pair of blue eyes at the end of the lantern.

It was a black dragonfly licking on the branches of the trees. Its hair was naturally rolled up, and the head of the head came out with another piece of black crystals. These crystals grew upwards and irregularly clustered into strange crowns.

Upon seeing this black cockroach, Klein and Alger had the urge to lower their heads at the same time. They seemed to dare not look directly at each other. They only felt that it was the master of this forest and their own lord.

The lord... Alger relied on the violent headache brought by the "spiritual whip" ring, got rid of the influence, and rushed to the left to try to let the front face, leaving the extraordinary creature of this variety to Galman Sparo.

This is their previous agreement.

However, he obviously went to the left and finally walked forward, and his legs limped, and suddenly he needed a cane.

Under the subconscious, Alger pulled out a short blade and let a sharp wind blade rush to the black curls.

It was at this time that it opened his mouth and smiled.

The air blade in the air suddenly changes direction, or it is biased to the left, or to the right, or to float upwards, or to sink, perfectly avoiding the target.

Klein saw this scene and gave up the plan to approach it in the normal way. The left palm glove became transparent and the body became invisible.

Alger stopped the action of stress and saw the figure of the German Sparrow's half-high silk hat suddenly appearing behind the black curled owl, the distance between the two sides was less than 5 meters.

Then, the black curls were stiff and stiff, as if they lost most of their control. It even lifted their palms hard, half digging into their eyes and trying to distort something.

And Gelman Sparrow had slugged it, lifted the iron-black revolver held in his right hand, and aimed it at the head with a deep, dark muzzle.

Then, the crazy adventurer pulled the trigger with no expression.

Note 1: Excerpt from Tennyson's "Impression, Impulse, Impulse"