Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

Night gradually fell.

Chris glanced at his pocket watch; it was 6:25 p.m.

He stepped down from the carriage, stood in front of the Immorales funeral parlor, paused for a few seconds, and then walked into the store.

At this moment, the ordinary employees at the funeral home are all preparing to leave work.

Chris had brief contact with these people around noon.

It was at that time that he learned that he and other torchbearers like Morphy were, in name only, warehouse guards.

This funeral home is well-known in the surrounding neighborhoods.

In addition to regular services for the general public, we also undertake various high-end customized funeral services, and have prepared a lot of high-end funeral supplies for this purpose, such as silver, gilded and even pure gold utensils.

Therefore, in theory, there is indeed a need for a position to guard the warehouse in shifts day and night.

That makes sense.

After briefly greeting a few familiar employees, Chris headed straight for the innermost area of ​​the funeral home.

Walking briskly down the dimly lit corridor, Chris couldn't help but start replaying the events of the afternoon at the Torchbearer headquarters of Madison Asset Management.

After Vivian left.

He had a brief conversation with Nick in order to find out where Chase was.

From Nick, he learned that Chase had gone home on vacation, reportedly taking a week off.

He tried to find out where Chase lived, but Nick said he didn't know either.

Nick told him that only Benjamin probably knew Chase's exact address.

Therefore, his plan to quickly find Chase had to be put on hold for the time being. Benjamin wasn't at the base either, and no one knew his whereabouts.

According to Nick, Benjamin would return to the hideout most of the time at night.

But at night, Chris has to work the night shift at the funeral home's temporary base.

It would seem highly suspicious if he insisted on staying at Madison Asset Management's headquarters to wait for Benjamin.

Chris's intuition kept reminding him that he couldn't show anything unusual in front of the people in this dream world.

Even though he wasn't sure what the consequences of acting abnormally would be, out of caution, Chris strictly adhered to the most basic rules and tried his best to play his current role well.

Afterwards, led by Nick, he visited another entrance to the Madison Asset Management Torchbearer headquarters.

That's how I met Mrs. Sterling, a kind-looking old woman.

He also visited the Marlowe Detective Agency, which was used as a cover outside the exit.

I have a general understanding of the basic information about this detective agency.

After that, Chris hired a carriage and returned to the funeral home.

A moment later.

Chris appeared at the door of the duty room.

He looked inside and saw that, in addition to Murphy, Benjamin was also in the duty room.

"Good afternoon, Captain," Chris quickly greeted.

At the same time, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He hadn't expected Benjamin to appear here at this time.

"Good afternoon, Morphy." Chris's gaze quickly shifted to Morphy, and he gave him a brief greeting in return.

He tried his best to maintain a normal appearance.

His gaze did not linger on Benjamin for long.

"Good afternoon, Chris," Murphy replied with a smile.

Benjamin turned to look at Chris, his face revealing no clear emotion.

"You've come at the right time, Chris. You should already know about the Holy Path, right?" Benjamin said suddenly, looking at Chris.

Chris was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly recovered and said with a hint of anticipation in his voice, "I understand a little bit."

Benjamin nodded slightly upon hearing this and continued, "The branch's approval has been granted. You can choose one of the Holy Wedges from the several Holy Paths controlled by the branch as your reward."

Is it that fast?

Chris's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected the torchbearers to be so efficient.

Vivian and Chase just completed their mission two days ago, and today even his reward as their assistant has been approved.

A perfectly timed hint of excitement and anticipation flickered in his eyes as he looked at Benjamin and asked, "What are the different paths to sainthood?"

"Besides the Four Holy Spirits, there are three other Holy Paths to choose from: the Mother of Darkness, the Forge of Tinkers' Souls, and the Heart of Blood Pact," Benjamin replied simply.

"Mother of Darkness, Forge of the Soul, Heart of the Blood Pact..." Chris murmured the names of these sacred paths.

He already knew about the Forge of the Soul, but he had only seen the Mother of Darkness and the Heart of Blood Pact for the first time that morning in the book "The Origin of the Holy Spirit".

The book doesn't provide much information about those two sacred paths.

Chris only knew that the Mother of Darkness, also known as the Night Mother, was a holy spirit symbolizing darkness.

The sacred path of the Blood Pact involves contracts and authority related to bloodlines.

But none of the holy paths held any meaning for him.

Chris had already embarked on the sacred path of becoming the incarnation of the wind.

However, being able to see what Saint Cusp looks like in this dream is a rare experience.

After a brief moment of thought, Chris looked at Benjamin and quickly said, "Captain, I've made up my mind. I choose the Sacred Path of Tinker's Forge."

If it weren't for the unexpected journey to become the embodiment of wind, the Tinker's Forge would have been Chris's most desired choice.

Being able to see the Sacred Wedge of the Forge of Tinkers' Soul in a dream is a small way of making up for my regret.

Of course, he knew very well that the Sacred Path of the Wind Avatar, which was related to the mysterious space and the yellow mist, was indeed much more important to him.

After all, his greatest asset in this world is the mysterious space and everything related to it.

Benjamin was slightly surprised to see Chris make his choice so quickly.

Generally speaking, torchbearers who have not yet embarked on the holy path will struggle for several days when faced with this choice, repeatedly seeking out colleagues who have already embarked on the holy path to inquire about the advantages and disadvantages of each path.

However, since Chris was so decisive, Benjamin didn't ask any further questions.

The Path of the Forge of Artisans is itself a very good path.

It's good that his torchbearer team has gained another extraordinary individual on this sacred path.

"Okay, come to the company tomorrow at noon. Saint Wedge will probably be delivered to the company's base around that time."

When Morphy heard Chris choose Tinkers' Forge, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Chris, his eyes holding a hint of something unreadable.

Time quickly came to seven o'clock.

After completing the handover, Morphy and Chris left the funeral home.

Benjamin left earlier than Murphy.

Chris was now the only one left in the entire temporary base.

The surroundings were quiet, and the candlelight was not very bright.

Chris sat in the chair in the duty room, a lingering sense of gloom and oppression weighing on his mind.

Suddenly, a crisp knocking sound rang out.

Chris was startled and quickly turned to look at the door.

Benjamin, who had returned, was standing at the door of the duty room, his back straight and his gaze calm as he looked at him.

Seeing this, Chris quickly stood up and asked, "Captain, is something the matter?"

"It's nothing important. I just chatted with Morgan for a bit and came over to remind you. If anything unusual happens elsewhere at the funeral home, don't worry about it; someone will handle it." With that, Benjamin turned and left.

Chris stood there, stunned, his mind filled with questions.

Did the other party make a special trip back just to tell him this?

He knew Morgan; he was the real owner of this funeral home.

The other person and Benjamin seemed to know each other very well.

Chris guessed that the other party was probably the same kind of person as Mrs. Sterling, not a Holy Path Walker, but someone who was working for the Torchbearers for some special reason.

Since Benjamin specifically reminded him, he would just do as he was told.

The night shift was much more boring than Chris had expected.

He took a book on talisman literature from the reading room and began to reread it.

Just as Chris was immersed in the content of runic literature, a strange palpitation instantly interrupted his state of concentration.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

Chris instinctively pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

9:45 PM.

Not long had passed; there were still nearly ten hours until the shift ended.

He also noticed that with each breath he took, the feeling of palpitations intensified.

He immediately began to visualize the Star Key, trying to dispel this strange feeling.

But next second.

Chris frowned, his pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes showed great surprise.

The Star Key had just dispelled the palpitation, but within seconds, the feeling returned.

This made Chris realize that things might be in trouble.

He tried a few more times after that.

The Star Key always quickly dispels that palpitation.

But after each time it is dispelled, the feeling will reappear in about three seconds.

Moreover, the palpitations will continue to worsen over time.

He suddenly stood up, his gaze sweeping across the duty room.

He was clutching a round brass array plate tightly in his hand.

This was given to him by Morphy just now when he was handing over his work.

Before leaving, Murphy also taught him the specific usage methods.

Chris infuses spirituality into the array at a specific frequency.

Through the array plate, he could clearly perceive all the arrays set up in the stronghold.

However, neither the monitoring formation nor the defensive formation showed any abnormalities at this moment.

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

Chris's eyes were filled with an overwhelming sense of confusion.

After a brief moment of thought, he suddenly realized something and immediately decided to activate his spiritual vision.

In fact, in this dream world, he was very reluctant to rashly activate his spiritual vision.

But now, he has no other choice.

That ever-present sense of unease, which could recur even after being dispelled by the Star Key, kept alarming Chris.

He had to do something.

The moment Chris activated his spiritual vision, the world he saw changed instantly.

In the very center of the duty room, a huge circular array was slowly emitting a faint spiritual glow.