Conceptual death, bad luck... is equivalent to the spiritual world and is considered a safer ritual object.

Of course, if there are extremely powerful gods in that field and the power of the gods may still be influenced by this.

As she sang, Sean's eyes gradually became blurred.

Immediately, he saw scenes.

...

It was a crowd of people like wild animals in a city, slaying and slaying each other.

It was a scene where panicked prisoners were tied to the sacrificial pillars and their eyes were taken alive.

It was a telegram he saw in the compartment, and several words in the city of Cornodel were bleeding like a bloody color.

...

"These things... may happen in the past, may be happening, may happen in the future... Every picture represents a ceremony suitable for the promotion of [Emperor of Evil]? There are too many, right?"

At this moment, even Sean, a person who was plagued by bad luck, was scared by the result.

"Wait a minute... the result of the revelation may be fallacy or confusion... It may not be true. Perhaps, these three clues ultimately point to the same thing..."

Sean understood according to his mysterious knowledge.

He rubbed his chin with his left thumb and breathed silently: "I originally wanted to do this mission after promotion. It seems... I still have to go to Conordel City first."

After making the decision, Sean prepared to put away the divination utensils and pack the cute gold and silver utensils.

At this moment, his intuition felt something was wrong.

I don’t know when a ray of bright moonlight had penetrated the curtains and entered the room.

In the bright moonlight, a large number of rust marks appeared on the walls in the house, the curtains were damaged, bright red, and a large amount of blood flowed out.

Those desks, sofas, beds and chairs... all seem to have their own lives, restlessly restlessly, and some of them have cracked holes on the surface, and dense teeth or eyes appear.

What's more important is that the entire room was mysteriously "closed".

"Is this...the infiltration and invasion of the power of the spiritual world?"

Sean's expression was solemn.

All divination is interaction with the Dream Spirit Realm.

The power there is very unstable, and there is a possibility of being used by the gods!

"Ms. Yue?! Are you still unwilling to let me go?"

Sean smiled bitterly, instinctively thinking that it was his own hunting of Bolon, which attracted the attention of this existence.

When he was divining, even if he was very careful, he was still caught by the gods and came with malice!

In fact, he had no idea that this was a completely unintentional disaster caused by someone, which greatly increased Ms. Yue's attention to him.

Otherwise, no god would pay so much attention to a fifth-level profession, even if the other party hunted down the president of the Black Death Club!

"The law... open the door!"

Sean came to the door and held the handle with his right hand.

A crown appeared on his head.

This is a magical object he harvested from the ruins of [Emperor of Era]!

It can effectively increase his various abilities and give the enemy bad luck.

But Sean turned around hard and found that the door could not be opened.

This means that he and the power of the "Crown of Evil" still cannot break the blockade of this area!

Not only that, a strange cold feeling had spread from the handle, spreading along the skin on his hands to his elbows, arms, and chest.

"Damn..."

Sean looked at the back of his hand and saw the tiny flesh pellets on it bulged, forming a pattern of a half-string moon!

This is Ms. Yue’s emblem!

There was a voice in his mind.

"Hey...why don't you surrender to Ms. Yue?"

"You are the darling of doom! And doom does not belong to the light, it tends toward the realm of death!"

"Submit Him, you will get everything!"

"Break those old rules and completely indulge your desires...you will gain a brand new life..."

...

"No!"

Sean suppressed the second personality in his body in horror.

At the same time, his head was also thinking about how to save himself.

"It's indeed a pollution from the gods... I can't hold on for long... No... why can I still hold on until now?"

"It seems that just like the file records, Ms. Yue rarely arrives in the Federation incarnation, and transmitting power is the limit... Is He afraid of Ms. Glory?"

"But... I can't live without here now, let alone asking the church for help."

"Only gods... can fight against gods!"

He smiled bitterly, and his expression gradually became firm: "Sulu...you must not lie to me, but... there is no better way."

At this time, pray to the righteous God, they may not be able to hear it, or they may not respond, because the "attention" is not enough!

The same is true for other evil gods, and they are worse choices than the positive gods.

Sean discovered that the only choice he had left was the secret named "Spirit Lord".

After all, it was Sulu, a peddler on earth, equivalent to the personal promise of the Pope of the Church! This means that the secret existence has long focused on himself, and as long as he prays, he will receive a response!

Sean looked forward and saw the 'another' himself in the mirror opposite.

The other party had a cold expression, with moon patterns on his face, and was staring at him greedily.

"No, you must act immediately."

Sean held his head and prayed intermittently in a low and hoarse voice:

"The traveler of the endless world, the spiritual protector, the lord of the spiritual world... I pray to you and ask you to help me out of my predicament!"

In this moment, colorful light suddenly burst out in front of his eyes.

He seemed to see a majestic figure, his face blurred and colorful light behind him.

Boom!

Sean suddenly felt the closed space being broken, the coldness in his body was quickly dissipating, and the second personality voice was also suppressed to the limit.

Bang!

He slammed into the door, knocked the door open and ran away.

After walking out of the room polluted by the spiritual world, Sean did not dare to stop and immediately activated the teleportation.

His figure disappeared quickly, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived in the outskirts of the city, in a black maple forest.

"Huh...lucky."

Sean patted his chest, feeling quite escaping from death.

But the next moment, my face collapsed again: "Sure enough... have I been watched by the 'spirit master'?"

After thinking about it, he still pretended to pray and thanked the "Spirit Lord" for his rescue.

The next moment, a light burst out before his eyes again, forming a line of ancient Hebrew words:

"Follow your will and go to the place where bad luck gathers and advances!"

"This...is an oracle?!"
Chapter completed!