Lord of the Mysteries: Traveler

Respect? respect?

It was only after Furen returned to the real world that he suddenly realized that he had completely wiped out the admiration that he had created in his heart. Even Furen used up the demigod-level extraordinary abilities of all the "spectators" he had recorded, so he must suppress this influence to a minimum.

After exploring his own personal subconscious island and the ocean of spiritual subconsciousness around the island, Furen even used an angel-level "spectator" ability. After confirming that he was not in danger, Furen breathed a sigh of relief.

That picture didn't use any means, and it wouldn't make Furen a devout follower of the creator, and even made Furen even more hostile to the creator.

However, this picture should also be seen by everyone. There are only a few short moments of the picture, and it is difficult for people to notice. If Furen is not too sensitive, the influence of these pictures will only increase Furen's favorability towards the Creator. Some.

"Alas." Furen sighed, there was nothing to do with this kind of softly inserted "advertising". After all, the Twilight Hermit Society is also a sect loyal to the "Creator", and the master of this sect is more of a "spectator" approach. Boss, you didn't grab people for brainwashing, it's already the other party's restraint and restraint on their own abilities, these are optional things, it doesn't matter.

With a huge organization, in addition to the huge gains, it is understandable to be limited and pay a price.

Furen put this matter aside and focused on the "Astral Passage".

This is uncompromising bad news. Furen originally thought that with the extraordinary ability recorded in the "Ancestor Staff", Furen would definitely be able to successfully build the "Astral Passage". With a reasonable combination of angel-level extraordinary abilities, the ceremony can certainly be successfully held.

Although the requirements for the promotion ceremony of "Wanderer" are extremely difficult, but after all, it is only the promotion ceremony of Sequence Three. With the extraordinary ability of the angel level, isn't a promotion ceremony still within reach?

This time, Fran was wrong.

Originally thought that the worst outcome would be for Roselle to help, with the help of a Sequence 1 archangel, the promotion ceremony could be barely completed. When Fren and Roselle finished talking, this last strategy went bust.

Furen had a toothache. After thinking for a long time, he was helpless, and he could only continue to explore in the spiritual world and the astral world.

In addition to working hard to construct a passage to the astral world, Furen can only pin his hopes on a flash of inspiration when exploring the spiritual world.

One day in a few months.

Furen lives in the Southern Continent, staying in the villa as always, while studying the conclusions and knowledge he has gained in the spiritual world and the astral world, while managing the underground work diligently.

After sorting out the contents of the research notes, Furen instinctively opened a "traveler's door" in front of him. Before continuing to explore the spiritual world, Furen's eyes started from the "traveler's door" Moved away, looked out the window, in the dark sky.

"The Traveler's Gate" turned into a little bit of starlight, quietly dissipating in the air. Furen ignored this beautiful picture, but stood blankly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the west side of the Furious Sea, the most adjacent sea area to the Southern Continent.

A thick fog of war shrouded the entire sea, and there were dozens of steel ships that had not yet appeared on the battlefield in the Northern Continent.

In the thick fog, these steel-colored, steam-gushing monsters are like silent soldiers waiting for the coming war.

In the middle of the steel fleet, a behemoth was quietly parked there. Unlike other steam-gushing ships, this ship looked too old and outdated.

However, the 100-meter-long hull is enough to cover up all untimely thoughts. One after another lanterns hang on the ship. The hazy light makes the whole ship even more strange and ancient.

At the exit of the cabin of this 100-meter dhow ship stands a huge, mottled stone chair.

At this moment, a chestnut-haired man dressed in a gorgeous, distinguished and distinctive emperor's costume sat on this stone chair. Although his figure was slightly smaller than the stone chair, there was something that could not be ignored. strong presence.

In front of him stood several figures with their own characteristics, and at the very front was a middle-aged man in a military uniform full of medals.

But at this time Roselle did not speak to them, but stared at the figure made of black mist that appeared in front of him, and said with a smile, "As you can see, we are ready."

A terribly distorted voice came from the black mist that kept condensing and breaking: "I'm ready too, just like we agreed."

"Yes, just as we agreed." Roselle repeated, and then the fog dissipated directly.

When Roselle was talking to the black fog, except for the middle-aged man, everyone else's faces were more or less uncomfortable. This was not because of a bad mood, but a physiological effect.

Both Roselle and the other party were of the rank of angels. When the angel spoke, the power he possessed unscrupulously overflowed. Although the generals standing in front of Roselle were not weak~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Still feeling a little bit stuffy.

"Speaking of which, today is the death memorial day of the Balam Empire. It is the most sacred and important day in this country." Roselle stood up, as if talking to himself, as if asking others.

The serious-faced man with medals in front of him stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said plainly, "Yes, more than a thousand years ago, a powerful **** and a great emperor recovered the harvest plain and the ancient forest. , a great empire has stood on the southern continent for more than a thousand years since then, and today, on its most important day, another great emperor will personally end its fate, and he will also die in this On the corpse of the empire, live up to the title of your own emperor!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to learn to flatter Collins." Roselle joked.

"No, I didn't slander, but stated the purpose of our arrival today, the facts of today and the content recorded in the future history books." Collins' tone was even more dull and he took a step back.

"Then, let's move on!" Roselle smiled freely, took a few steps, looked at the blood-red moon on the horizon, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the southern continent.

Koslin faintly showed the appearance of steel ships and soldiers ready to go. Under the cover of the hazy fog, the steel torrent composed of dozens of steel ships moved neatly and uniformly toward the southern continent. With an invincible momentum.

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