Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 170 169 Your Highness
As night falls, crimson once again dominates the sky, dispelling the haze and shining with the stars.

The dark blue castle nestled in the mountains was brightly lit, and the servants and knights on night duty were still doing their jobs conscientiously, just like their usual patrol routine.

The master has rested, but there are still extraordinary people guarding the dark corners of the castle.

In remote areas, this level of security is sufficient to deal with most dangers.

But the intruders obviously had information about the castle in advance.

She didn't know where she got the castle's structural drawings from, and from whom she got the specific schedule for the extraordinary people and guards to change shifts. Through some extraordinary means and with good luck that even this intruder could not explain, she easily entered and searched for the target.

"Find Baron Ramde's family in Tingen City and determine if they have a blood connection with the descendants of the God of Death."

Before sneaking into the castle, she had already hidden in the shadows and whispered a name.

"The king of the depths of hell, the angel who plays the music of death, the ruler of the Styx."

After chanting this honorable name, the intruder began his action.

This intruder obviously didn't realize that behind his good luck, there were many people silently letting him win.

How many eyes had already noticed him? In the castle, which was essentially a secret puppet, everyone was performing a vivid picture, putting on a perfect show for the intruder.

When she first stepped into the castle, or even when she first arrived in Tingen, there were eyes quietly hiding in the darker and deeper places, silently watching her, observing her, waiting for her to step into the trap that had been buried long ago.

And when these countless eyes heard the honorable name coming out of the intruder's mouth, some of them shifted their gaze away from the intruder. They were orderly, as if they had found their target. Through the connection between the distant region and this place, through the gaze of the high priest of the Church of Death, Archon of Death Haitel, they turned their attention to the existence currently in a dark mausoleum in the southern continent.

However, this kind of observation across distances is extremely difficult. Even for Tang, who is already a demigod, the things presented in the Euclidean space will be very vague when observing across an unknown distance, not to mention the secret doll that can only use this space.

This kind of ultra-long-distance connection could only be responded to by extraordinary beings at the angel level who were able to respond worldwide.

And this has obviously exceeded the range limit of what the secret puppets can see and observe.

Therefore, some of the marionettes took action. They exchanged positions with the marionettes on the southern continent through the connection between the spiritual lines and the infinitely extended distance through the "bionic marionette" module.

They followed this connection between faith and the honorable name, tracing the current location of the Death Archon of the Spiritual Cult, and tried to locate the specific location of this high-level angel of the Spiritual Cult.

Tang lowered his eyes and watched the intruder nimbly avoid the castle guards, and watched her quietly open the window of her father's study. The intruder climbed in through the window and carefully examined each letter and document in the study.

She acted quite cautiously, and it seemed like this was not the first time she had done this.

There were quite a few things in the study, but the valuable ones had either been burned to ashes or had been put away by Tang and put into the never-ending theater. Most of the reports and property taxes placed here were not important in the extraordinary field.

Of course, the most common things in the study are books.

This makes it difficult for extraordinary people who are not good at divination to determine what is important and what is not important.

While the intruder was rummaging through things, Tang also quickly read the intruder's true identity and experience through the "Gate of Heaven".

Ignoring things like witches, men, and transgender people, Tang quickly found what he wanted to see.

"It seems that the Church of the God of Death couldn't confirm the true identity of 'Azik Eggers' at that time until I revealed the fact that 'Baron Ramde of Tingen City is problematic' through the secret marionette that infiltrated the Spiritual Cult."

Before leaving here and losing his memory again, Tang remembered that his father had returned to the Southern Continent. He thought that the Spiritual Cult in the Southern Continent did not lock on to his current identity at that time.

The Spiritual Cult obviously attaches great importance to the situation of the descendants of the God of Death.

They couldn't be sure whether the information provided by the secret doll was true. Those old men in the Spirit Cult sent a guy who was only Sequence 7 and had no correct understanding of the matter here. They probably wanted this Sequence 7 to contribute to the Spirit Cult.

"It's not impossible to sacrifice a Sequence 7, and I think the Spirit Cult is fully capable of using a Sequence 7 to inquire about the situation of Death Archon Azik Eggers..."

"Of course, by reciting the honorific name of the High Priest of the Church of the God of Death, even if this intruder encounters my father, he may not die immediately."

After all, we are colleagues, and sometimes you have to give each other some face.

But the Death Archon who has regained his memory will not bother a guy who is only Sequence 7, but if he meets him, that may not be the case.

After searching the study, the intruder found nothing of value. The study was very clean, with no hair, dander, or other debris. This confirmed to the intruder that the owner of this castle had a deep understanding of the supernatural.

After clearing his traces, the intruder quietly climbed over the window again, climbing the blue-black stone bricks that blended in with the quiet night, and groped his way towards the room of Baron Ramde's second son.

Silently, a dark shadow that seemed to blend into the darkness crept into the window of Tang's room that was open to the outside.

The room was very quiet. The crimson moonlight outside the window invaded the area, slightly dispelling the thick and inconvenient darkness and revealing a glimpse of the intruder.

It was a woman, a petite and delicate looking woman.

She swiftly descended from the windowsill and walked to the bed.

The woman looked at the young man sleeping peacefully on the bed. There was a dagger in her hand, shining strangely in the moonlight.

She did not intend to kill the sleeping young man, but only wanted to take his blood to complete the task given by the Spiritual Cult.

"Witch."

Suddenly, the window through which the woman entered was slammed shut with great force. She raised her head in shock, only to see that the figure on the bed had disappeared. The young man who should have been sleeping peacefully there had disappeared, and there was nothing there.

That's a magician's illusion!

The intruder rushed towards the window, trying to break it and leave.

But she is fast, and there are people who are faster than her.

The thread of her spirit was caught.

"Master of Secret Puppetry!"

The woman cursed inwardly, and when her mind froze, she looked at the young man who had been standing in front of the window and the finger he casually extended.

Those fingers seemed to be wrapped with countless spiritual threads, transforming her into the other party's secret doll bit by bit.

Suddenly, the woman's eyes darkened, and in just a moment, Tang felt that his control over the woman's spirit thread was interrupted.

Something had caused the spiritual thread he was holding to die. The power of death, the power of an angel, had affected Tang's control over the spiritual thread.

"coming."

Tang's eyes became somewhat deep and seemed to pass through the woman and look at a more distant place, as if he was looking at a certain existence behind the woman.

In the Euclidean space, the huddled marionettes stared at the woman, and behind her, at Haitel, who was thousands of miles away.

The next moment, the woman's eyes became almost completely black, without a trace of white in them, and her voice gradually turned into a slightly old but unusually calm voice.

That wasn't the sound this intruder was supposed to make.

It was the Archon of Death behind her who transmitted part of his will through some secret technique.

"Your Highness."

The woman looked at Tang and suddenly shouted in an old voice.

It's extremely inconsistent and makes people feel uneasy.

Tang didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, as if he didn't hear the other party's call. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to directly transform the other party into his own secret doll.

"Your growth is even more gratifying than what His Highness Azik said."

Tang raised his hand, but stopped when he heard the title "Your Highness Azik".

"You knew my father."

"Of course." The woman smiled. "His Highness Azik mentioned it to me..."

"lie."

The woman's body was pulled violently, and it seemed that an invisible force made her body hit the glass window with a bang. She flew out, and a mirror appeared in Tang's hand.

Countless rays of sunlight were wandering on the surface of the mirror. At this moment, this magical object seemed to have become the incarnation of the sun. The violent, golden, pure sun seemed to illuminate the entire castle. Tang threw the mirror towards the woman in the air, and the other's body was evaporated in an instant by the dazzling sunlight bursting out from it.

At the same time, the consciousness of the Archon of Death that was parasitic in the other person's body also vaporized.

Without giving the other party any chance to speak, Tang directly used the knowledge he learned from the Book of the Dead to create a magical item based on the ritual he engraved, and instantly defeated this Sequence 7 Beyonder.

The dazzling sunlight fell in an instant, and the mirror shattered into countless pieces. The various mystical symbols on it quickly faded and disappeared, turning this mirror that housed the power of the solar field back into an ordinary mirror.

A sequence 7 potion fell from mid-air. After confirming that the Death Archon's consciousness had been destroyed, Tang walked out of the Euclidean space and caught the sequence 7 potion belonging to the Witch Path.

Glancing at the secret puppet 'Tang' who was standing by the window disguised as himself, Tang nodded and walked back to the Euclidean space.

The observation of Euclidean space is quite objective and accurate, even better than that of the audience. Even if it is the will of the Archon of Death, even if the color of the other party's underwear cannot be revealed, it is really not easy to judge the truth of a sentence through Euclidean space.

Lying to him? Isn't that a bit too much of a disrespect for him?

"Host, if we just deal with it directly, what if that Death Archon of the Spiritual Cult gives up?..."

"It's just a road. Haven't the Marionettes already used that connection to search for the whereabouts of the Death Archon in the southern continent?"

Some time ago, Tang sent a few secret puppets to the southern continent. After capturing Zaratul, the God of Wishes, the Dark Wolf Kotar, could play a greater role. He brought a small number of secret puppets to the southern continent, ready to make a big move there.

Some results have now been achieved.

"Besides, I think the Spirit Cult can profit from resurrecting the God of Death."

"Aren't they looking for the descendants of the God of Death? If not my father, then I am also a descendant of the God of Death, and a very advanced one at that."

Why did the Death Archon of the Spirit Cult ask this Sequence 7 witch who was searching for the descendants of the God of Death to recite his honorific name before taking action? Perhaps they had a way to directly identify whether he was the offspring of Azik Eggers.

After all, among the extraordinary people on the path of death, those in higher positions have absolute suppression over those in lower positions.

"Host, you mean..."

"Yes." Tang smiled grimly, "If they have bad intentions..."

Kill them one by one, and then see if you can kill the Archon of Death at the same time, so that you can give Owen the extraordinary characteristics of the Ferryman and the Archon of Death.

No need to waste time looking for it.

"After all, in the original novel, Owen's death was most likely related to the Church of Death and the Spirit Cult."

Sadjpg.

"Furthermore, the Spirit Cult and the Church of the God of Death are still in the Southern Continent. The current situation in the Southern Continent is, well, very dire. The Balam Empire and those who resist its rule are thriving after the fall of the God of Death."

"Even if they knew I was a descendant of the Grim Reaper and that 'Baron Ramde' was Azik Eggers, they wouldn't publicize it. What would they do to a Sequence 5 Puppet Master and a Sequence 4 Undead?"

After all, both sides are the backup forces left by the god of death, and there is no way they will hold each other back.

Ah, as for whether Tang would come to hinder this, and by the way, let his grandfather's coffin lid be closed a little tighter... Since the Goddess of Night has no time to spare to clean up the southern continent for the time being, then he can do it himself.

It has to be done sooner or later anyway.

This time, someone from the Spiritual Cult came directly to investigate Baron Ramde of Tingen. The reason for this was not only because of the Spiritual Cult's internal search for the descendants of the God of Death, but also because of the efforts of the Spiritual Cult members who had been captured by Tang and transformed into secret puppets by him.

'A descendant with a strong enough bloodline, a high-sequence extraordinary person on the Path of the Sleepless', these two points are enough for the Spiritual Cult to make any attempt.

"Let's get Owen into the Spiritual Cult. Beyonders on the Path of Death naturally have more room for development in the Church of Death, right?"

The system was puzzled, the system pondered, and then the system suddenly realized.

Fleece!
The Spiritual Cult is a big sheep!
"I thought, a big piece of meat, this is what I deserve."

(End of this chapter)