Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 312 My father, the ruler of time and space (3.6K)

Sequence eight, master of stealth.

Materials: None.

Promotion Ritual: Perform a ritual to the Lord of Time and Space and complete an undetected infiltration.

Extraordinary ability: The physical quality has been greatly improved, and at the same time, he has an almost intuitive grasp of the enemy's perception and sight. When the extraordinary person is behind a bunker or in the shadow, no one can find him. This is undetectable in the mystical sense. .

Paper technology skills have improved, the objects created are closer to reality, and the number of productions and the degree of restoration have further increased.

Sequence Seven, Magician.

Materials: None.

Promotion ceremony: perform a ceremony to the ruler of time and space, and be familiar with three or more occult magics.

Extraordinary abilities: spirituality and learning abilities will be greatly improved. At the same time, you will master many occult spells and have the ability to cast spells quickly. The more you learn, the stronger your abilities will be.

"Are these true!?"

"Although this extraordinary ability does not have strong attack power, it is more convenient and practical. It can be helpful in any situation, such as if you forget to bring your keys when you go out."

After tidying up his clothes, Klein walked out of the Glory Church, walked along the street to the Harvest Church a hundred meters away, and shamelessly borrowed the bathroom from Father Utravsky.

"Actually, you can also use it to do other things, like this."

"Then you will never know the truth and the origin of the owner of 'Origin Castle'."

If this extraordinary ability is real, how much money will be saved? Just do origami!

The ferocious edges and metal-like texture together constitute an invisible deterrent.

As soon as Miss Bishop finished speaking, she took out a piece of white paper from her pocket. Her slender and nimble fingers were so fast that she dragged out the afterimage. In just the blink of an eye, the white paper turned into a scimitar.

"Mr. Sherlock, you are not an Extraordinary of this sequence yet, so you don't know enough about it. A "skilled person" will consume his own spirituality when folding paper, and complex creations such as high-pressure steam rifles will definitely consume a lot, very quickly. Maybe you fold it in half."

Faced with this expected rejection, Klein Moretti remained silent. Obviously, a white wolf with empty hands is not suitable for this kind of scenario.

"Have you ever seen paper that's not afraid of fire? It has some resistance to flames and water, but not much."

Faced with such mentally retarded questions, Ms. Bishop still answered patiently.

Faced with this doubt, Hilde did not explain, but smiled and took out a piece of complicatedly layered special paper from the bottom of her skirt.

Three extremely strange sequences were recorded on the brand-new sheepskin, which was beyond Klein's common sense and beyond the mysticism he knew.

After glancing at the great detective who looked as surprised as a country bumpkin, she smiled and handed the origami to Klein, along with a careful explanation.

Her fingers were extremely flexible, and in a short time, she turned the pre-made origami into a revolver.

He realized a crucial problem.

"Perhaps you can try it, but paper is no match for special steel. It is very likely that two or three shots will not withstand the huge pressure."

"What if I choose not to accept it?" he asked tentatively.

After a while, Mr. Fool decided that it would be better to do some divination to determine the risk. The only question now is whether he will encounter an irresistible danger if he really accepts the so-called gift.

Klein continued to ask, if it is really possible, then the Extraordinaries of this sequence are simply ridiculously strong. They only have the same appearance and can exert the power of imitating creations without considering the internal structure. This is simply worse than him, a magician. Be awesome!

"Is it afraid of fire?"

"boom!"

After completing his revenge on Lanrevus, returning home became his most important goal.

Hilde watched the great detective explain in detail, but she lost her voice as she spoke, because she just remembered that the Mr. Strange in front of her was an extraordinary person.

Hilde pulled the trigger, causing sparks to fly on the ground of the church, and a crater was made by the paper bullet, which was no less powerful than a real revolver.

"Are you going to try? Please believe me, we have absolutely no ill intentions!"

But facing the "Dominator of Time and Space" who might know a lot, he was really unwilling to give up.

How can one obtain extraordinary abilities without extraordinary characteristics? This is neither scientific nor mystical!

Divination in the Church of Glory is likely to be seen by the "Dominator of Time and Space" who casts its gaze, but in the Church of the Mother Earth, which is one of the seven major churches, the other party will definitely restrain themselves.

Picking up the scimitar that was folded out of the paper, and bumping the weight of the paper that was obviously not white, Klein was sure that there was no difference at all between the scimitar and the real scimitar.

There is indeed no malice. If there was, you would have used me to demonstrate your extraordinary abilities just now.
Klein cursed in his heart and quickly weighed the pros and cons.

The great detective was stunned and asked in disbelief.

At this stage, the power of Extraordinaries will increase slightly. Origami skills can fold specific spell models to store predetermined magic. Shadow sneaking will become space hiding, and Extraordinaries can hide wherever and whenever they want. Entering a space that ordinary people cannot detect.

"At the ninth stage of the sequence, although we can imitate most items, we cannot imitate spells or materials involving mysticism."

She was silent for a while and then answered conservatively.

This is called professionalism!
Klein exclaimed, then took four steps backwards and entered above the gray mist.
Time passed by minute by second, and the red moon hung high in the night sky.

"Bishop Hilde, let me go to the bathroom first and then give you an answer."

"Then can I use origami to make a high-pressure steam rifle?"

"Mr. Sherlock, look."

"This extraordinary path is given by God. God's gift will be incompatible with the extraordinary characteristics in your body. Excessive use may even change your body, leaving you with extra parts or something, but this is not a big problem. , as long as you complete the ritual carefully, there will be no danger."

About ten minutes later, the great detective opened the church door and walked in with a look of exhaustion.

As soon as he entered the church, he leaned on the seat, as if he had done some strenuous exercise that consumed a lot of energy.

"As for that, it's just a divination, why are you so stingy!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at the holy emblem in the church and muttered, full of resentment towards this petty god.

Above the gray fog, he repeatedly confirmed that what Bishop Hilde said was correct and that he did not lie or deceive. And if he accepts the gift, he will definitely be in danger, but the danger is not great and can be dealt with.

After confirming this, Klein started divining the "Dominator of Time and Space", but his divination encountered an unprecedented counterattack.

Logically speaking, if there is insufficient information, you will definitely encounter failure. At that time, Klein just had a try mentality.

But I didn't expect that the other party seemed to have been prepared for it. As soon as the divination established the connection, Mr. Fool, who was above the gray fog, ravaged Mr. Fool for a while, without giving him any time to react.

"Bishop Hilde, I agree to your terms."

After taking a few breaths and regaining some strength, Klein chose to accept the deal.

Emperor Russell said it well, he was reluctant to let go of his children to trap the wolf, and he was willing to take these risks in order to return home.

"Excellent, Mr. Sherlock, this is a wise move on your part!"

"I will leave the ceremony and prayers to you now, so that you can receive God's blessings at any time."

"Excuse me, Bishop Hilde."

Faced with Miss Bishop's enthusiasm, Klein responded politely. He watched as the other party hurriedly ran to the underground entrance of the church, and hurriedly took out another parchment scroll from inside.

"Here, I have a backup here if you lose it."

Klein took it politely, opened the scroll and took a look, his face immediately lost all expression.

I saw the prayer written neatly on the scroll:
my father in heaven
"Do you have to read the prayer exactly as it is said?"

Klein's blood pressure surged. According to his expert, Mr. Fool, it was clear that chanting the honorable name was enough to perform this kind of ceremony.

But why is there such a long prayer, and the bad taste in it is not concealed.

It was definitely the small-minded person who did it on purpose! ! !
"It's really troublesome. To be honest, I want to confess to him."

Ron sighed helplessly. Ron still valued Klein's friendship, so much so that he was a little bit stuck at the moment, fearing that if he confessed, something bad would happen such as a "relationship breakdown".

When both parties are at the same level, they can still be friends, but if the gap is too large, it will be full of all kinds of interest disputes.

This is the cold adult world!

After looking at the deserted villa, the blond boy curled his lips and left the bedroom like a lonely old man with his hands behind his back.

"Sharon, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

As soon as he went out, the young man saw Miss Wraith, who had a delicate face, long pale blond hair, and was wearing a small black soft hat.

Medici asked for leave and disappeared at noon, so dinner naturally fell on Miss Wraith who took over.

As for Amon, Ron didn't even think about it.

The god of mischief, if you don't mix some bugs into your food, it would be disrespectful to his honorable name.

"White bread, tea, jam."

The calm tone adhered to the concept of moderation and brought bad news to the blond boy.

As a resentful soul who restrains her desires, Sharon has never had high requirements for food. If she didn't have to prepare dinner for Ron, she would even consider replacing white bread with brown bread and replacing jam with inferior butter.

"Do you usually eat this!?"

Hearing this answer, Ron suddenly had a picture of poor Sharon squatting on the ground eating white bread with jam.

At this moment, he missed Medici, that guy who couldn't speak.

"It helps with moderation."

In the face of Ron's fuss, the resentful soul replied in a calm tone.

"Hmph, moderation is a good thing, but I want to see you more indulgent..."

"I won't eat them, you take care of them!"

The blond boy gave a wicked smile and gave the resentful spirit the food he didn't want to eat.

But at this moment, Ron suddenly turned his ears, and an extremely important prayer came into his ears.

"The great ruler of time and space, the ultimate point of unity for all things, the infinite wisdom of all-knowing and all-seeing, I discovered the traces of Star Admiral Cattleya."

"She was resupplying on Simim Island in the Suniya Sea, and her first mate was spotted along with the Future docked in a private port."

After receiving the prayer, he glanced at the boring resentful soul standing aside. The blond boy's figure suddenly grew taller, his long silver hair scattered, and an extremely beautiful silver-haired lady appeared in the corridor on the third floor.

She was dressed simply, with bare feet, and looked at the somewhat astonished resentful soul with blood-red eyes.

"Do you want to go to the sea with me? Sharon, you are so boring. I really want to see you give up..."

The silver-haired lady stepped forward, her curvy figure pressed tightly against Miss Wraith, and pressed her against the wall. This was something that a short person could not do.

"You're blushing. Do you prefer women?"

The bloodless lips blew hot air, skipping Sharon's red face and slender white neck. This ambiguous breath made her itchy, and her body felt a little warm and uncomfortable.

"I, I didn't!" she replied stubbornly.

"Really? I like it better when you are so passive!"

The silver-haired lady pressed against her again, making Miss Wraith unable to move her body. Her beautiful face was buried deep in Sharon's neck, greedily tasting the fragrance of the girl's body.

Suddenly, her white teeth bit Miss Wraith's delicate collarbone, and with the tip of her tongue licking her, Sharon's face instantly turned red.

Feeling the warmth and softness lying on her body, she wanted to struggle violently, but she did not dare to do so when she thought of the identity of the person in front of her.

"It seems you still like..."

Taking advantage of her height, the silver-haired lady moved her head. She smoothed Sharon's light blond hair and said teasingly while looking at Miss Wraith who was like a doormat.

(End of this chapter)