Chapter 426 Each
Smith finished school for the day, returned home, and began his routine of prayer and calling.
The last time he was suddenly summoned to an unknown deserted island and fought against the Scaled People, he realized that he was still too weak.
So he increased his daily exercise time.
After persisting, Smith found that his body had become much stronger, with more subtle muscle outlines, and even the rate at which girls turned their heads to look at him at school increased a lot.
Physical training was only one aspect. He was even more pleased that, after the last time, he had a deeper grasp of the spell.
At this time, he could even detect his own mental power, which was definitely much stronger than that of ordinary people.
He had tried it and found that he could scare away several vicious dogs with just his eyes.
However, the name that somewhat concerned him, 'Nicholas', did not bring any trouble to his life.
Perhaps it was the blessing of the Lost God, or perhaps he was too weak. Unless in a special environment like that of a deserted island, calling out the name of God would not bring any response.
Fang Xian's ability to call for success depends on his own status. Moreover, it is located in Nicholas' own dream.
Of course, even so, Smith did not dare to pronounce that terrible name.
After finishing his dinner, he returned to his room and began to think.
On a piece of paper, write down your goals for this period of time.
'Daily exercise - done!'
'Pray every day - done!'
'Contact with the supernatural——???'
"I need to get in touch with that circle and understand some basic knowledge, otherwise it's easy to make the same mistakes as on that island!" Smith muttered to himself, "Maybe there is a special management agency at the police station, but I can't bet my safety on their tolerance... The gangs may be able to get in touch with this dark side, but it's too dangerous... My best choice is actually my comrades from last time, such as Vivian, and that man... Unfortunately, the situation was urgent at the time and I didn't leave any contact information."
Out of the same belief, he temporarily felt that those people could be trusted.
At this moment, he deeply felt the inconvenience of contact: "Lord of the Lost... Even if you are asleep, you can still respond to the prayers of humble believers. Please let us have our own channel of communication..."
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Vivian had her arm wrapped in a bandage and was looking at the scenery outside the window with a sad face.
That dream was very strange. The injuries sustained in it were actually brought to the outside world!
In order to cast the 'Broken-Winged Bird' spell, she stabbed herself in the arm and had to make up a lie about a broken mirror to get away with it.
However, he was sent to the hospital for treatment by his frightened parents, and his range of activities was greatly restricted.
"Supernatural powers are indeed fascinating...but...does it all come at a price?"
The girl's elegant eyes suddenly became a little confused.
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In a dense forest.
Mickey trudged through the rotting mire, a tall, thin man with a grim look and dressed in hunter's trappings.
In fact, he is indeed a 'hunter', a mercenary from the dark world, responsible for helping his employer to deal with people or things that are inconvenient to be made public.
Due to his profession, this industry occasionally comes into contact with some supernatural cases. Therefore, among all the believers, he may have the deepest understanding of the occult, but it is just an understanding.
The door to the inhuman world is not so easy to open.
Therefore, after receiving a few words from the 'Lost God', he was ecstatic and devoted himself to it.
"I have mastered the Immortal Poem. Next is the Broken-Winged Bird!"
Mickey murmured, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Pain... Why should I sacrifice my own pain? Can't I sacrifice the pain of others? This requires a test subject..."
He sensed the approach of many green and blue eyes in the dense forest. They were wolves!
"It's you!"
Mickey smiled cruelly and recited immortal poems.
In the low and hoarse spell, the inexplicable mental pressure was released.
One after another, wild wolves fell and turned from hunters into prey.
What happened next was also the law of the jungle in nature, but in reverse.
"I...I will definitely take revenge. Great God of Lost Souls, please protect me...As long as I succeed in my revenge, my soul and my life will be yours."
After a long time, Mickey wiped the blood off his hands and walked out of the forest.
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Unnamed island.
Fang Xian, who had already noticed several waves of "scrutiny", returned to the dormitory with a blank expression.
In his ears, the "prayer" of a large number of believers was echoing, the kind with attached pictures, which could understand the prayers of any believer.
"This is a bonus of the sixth-level status of a Taoist priest, but I can only use it roughly to this extent... As for actively responding? Or even divine descent? I am a fake and have no power at all..."
Fang Xian shook his head and ignored it.
"The believers need guidance, and the lost gods need to be cool... It seems that Roca has to make his own way and become the favored one and the pope? No... I'm a little tired of this..."
The secret castle has been tight on the inside recently, and it is said that several legendary investigators have returned.
It was also impossible for Fang Xian to perform any evil witchcraft directly in the room.
All he could do was to silently organize the various knowledge he had acquired in his mind.
Among them, the achievements of Hopkins in the last stage of his life are the most precious.
That is the forbidden knowledge named 'Hopskindon Divine Art' by Fang Xian.
In addition, the other three scriptures also gave Fang Xian a lot of inspiration. For example, the seal technology in "The Old Seal of Blood" can be combined with the spiritual seal invented by Hopkins to become the best fortress to defend the sanity of ordinary people.
In addition, Fang Xian's understanding of the Wild Hunt Throne allows him to better utilize the Wind-Chasing Mark to summon invisible monsters and even command them to do complicated things.
As for the "Nine Profound Canons of the Black Emperor", needless to say, the Hymn to the Worm will certainly be greatly enriched, and the chapters contained in it are far more than that.
At least in terms of secret medicine, Fang Xian felt that as long as he studied it for a while, he could definitely surpass most investigators.
In his opinion, the secret that the Secret Keeper Headquarters had tried so hard to protect was no longer important.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Fang Xian stood up, opened the door, and saw Eric.
"Rocca...I...I want to tell you something."
Eric said uncomfortably, his eyes somewhat evasive.
"This is something you feel guilty about, but not to me, so you want to talk to me."
Fang Xian smiled in his heart, accurately grasping the guy's psychology, and made way for him: "Come in and talk..."
"The new instructor found me and said that I have a talent for psychology and the potential to become a 'blood healer'. She hopes that I will stay at the headquarters to study... after the training."
Eric said in confusion: "This...this doesn't count as betrayal of the branch, right?"
