Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 408: The mark of the door

After completely breaking through the mind defense of this pagan woman, Sheila moved faster than anyone else.

Fang Xian didn't go home, so he found a camping place in the wild and listened to Shala's statement calmly.

"According to what you said... There are many factions within the Starfall Church. You belong to the wind chasing school, and the old man belongs to the listening school? The previous thing is that you are cooperating with them?"

Fang Xian nodded, indicating understanding.

Shala sat on a stone, motionless, like a sculpture.

She is covered with mushrooms and hyphae, and only her mouth can move at this time: "Yes... but all our denominations agree on the idea that when the stars fall, the archaic ruler will re-enter the world. ..."

The horror of the stars and the falling of the stars...it's actually the same thing.

Fang Xian nodded solemnly, knowing that his guess was correct.

The Falling Star Church is very complicated and has many members. It is not comparable to the Foreign Church.

The investigator needs to make great efforts and costs to completely eliminate it.

"So...what do you believe in?"

Fang Xian thought about it and asked the most critical question.

"I believe in the existence of the Throne of the Wild Hunt!" When it comes to faith, Shara becomes very fanatical, like a loyal dog.

Fang Xian pressed the forehead.

When Shala said "King of Wild Hunt", his inspiration was triggered.

......

It was biting cold, like being naked in the snow and ice.

In the temperature where he could freeze his soul, above the snowstorm, he seemed to see a throne.

The endless ghost, surrounded by it.

......

"This person is a bit tall, it should be similar to the goddess of fertility, the king of dusk..."

Fang Xian forcibly withdrew his inspiration and did not write poetry for him.

Maybe such a short poem will be full of ‘power’, but the power beyond his control is useless.

"Okay, these needless to say, talk about the power you can master! And some rituals and spells..."

He looked at Shaila and asked.

‘This man is not an investigator at all. He is not at all cautious and temperate, but is instead zealously seeking supernatural forces! ‘In Shara’s heart, there is a consciousness.

This gives her a little confidence.

After all, if you are exposed to supernatural forces, you may be corroded!

Even if the opponent looks very powerful, but reason may have reached the edge of danger.

"Our mantras, rituals...mainly two "signs"...they all come from the "listening sect", it can be said that this sect has hatched other factions within the Falling Star sect...we have some factions Even hostile to each other, but the relationship with the listening denominations is not bad..."

This Fang Xian is very clear.

After all, the great existence heard by each ‘experiment’ may not be the same, and the source of strength is also different.

Faith and power require choice, and some sources of power even conflict.

Sectarian divisions are inevitable.

He nodded and signaled Xia La to continue.

Shala took a deep breath and was disappointed in her heart. She continued: "We currently have two of them. The "mark of the door" is the existence on the throne of the Wild Hunt, which is given to the listening sect and then passed on to them. We, the ensuing'Wind Seal', are our devout sacrifices that touched the existence above the Throne of the Wild Hunt, directly given by Him... and it was at that time that our wind-fighting faction was completely established."

""Seal of the Door"? "Seal of the Wind"?"

Fang Xian is interested.

"We think that the mark is the source of power! The "mark of the door" allows us to use the angle to complete the space jump... and the "mark of the wind" can call my loyal dog..."

Xia La said slowly that her eyes had begun to blur, and hyphae spread from her eyes.

This means that her mind has begun to be eroded and her spirit distorted.

Otherwise, this pagan will not be so calm, but will call for the existence "on the throne of madness" frantically...Although this does not have any egg use, at most she becomes mentally insane and crazy. Or even flesh alienation.

There is no good way to interrogate heretics, even inside secret guards.

"Show me these two marks!"

Fang Xian's eyes light up, this is the space force he is very interested in.

Although he may not be able to make the same mark, he may be able to use the power of short poems to imitate the effect of the mark.

At that time, you don’t have to drive the old broken car every time you travel.

......

After a few hours.

Fang Xian drove back to the apartment in a small car.

He has seen the two marks once, and has some inspiration and ideas.

As long as a period of gestation, you can create, as for Shala? Naturally dealt with.

For this kind of pagans, even if he has full control, he is a little uneasy.

"Poetry by the wind, the probability is to summon that kind of invisible monster, and the combat power is quite good...But I value it more, or the door poem, which can greatly expand my mobility..."

Fang Xian sits at the desk and slowly thinks: "If you are other pagans, continue to go deeper in this way, you will face a big problem, how to choose the source of power!"

Even if it is the Starfall Church, in this case, it can only be split into different factions.

Because they are praying for different beings, calling for strength.

Faith does not tolerate impurities, only one.

And let the dark force erode itself, naturally, you can only choose one.

Mixed with all kinds of crazy powers, it must be that you live too long, or want to become a meatball monster like the bald old man.

The situation of Fang Xian is better than them.

First of all, his current cultivate power is not too strong.

In addition, it is suppressed by its own personality~IndoMTL.com~ is temporarily suppressed.

‘Even if I have to choose at the end, my upper limit must be much higher than that of ordinary people...Maybe before that, I can sense the power of tragedy... The power of tragedy in this world is bound to be extremely rich! ’

‘Actually, in this world, although I can’t sense robbery, I can spread the alchemist way... It’s just that there are too many lords at the true **** level, and it’s not good if they get caught. ’

‘Control! Control is the key! ’

Fang Xian is aimlessly writing and drawing on a white paper with a pen, making a plan for the future.

If it is time to confuse and have to make a choice, he cannot yet sense the existence of robbery.

It may be possible to take one or two apprentices and try a moral.

‘This is actually a loss, because I can’t use it, but the apprentice can use it.

‘And, when they grow up, they are not necessarily willing to help me, it’s better to describe my power as a secret existence, try to call...’