Chapter 344: Miss Messenger

"Mystical Reappearance is this pathway's core Beyonder ability at the Mystagogue stage. It allows one to draw power from mastered mystical knowledge to create magic or sorcery. The fewer people who know the corresponding mystical knowledge, the less it circulates, and the more powerful the spell becomes."

"A Mystagogue's power comes from mystical knowledge, and is therefore extremely dangerous. After all, the more secret the knowledge, the easier it is to encounter existences one cannot afford to provoke."

"For example, the Nation of Night was destroyed by the Goddess of the Night. The 'False Goddess of Harvest' is just like its name suggests. Were it not for this layer of secrecy, do you think I would dare use it?"

As he spoke, Rekton casually glanced around at the dim, silent surroundings, then raised his right hand slightly and gave a gentle wave. The light and sound around them swiftly returned to normal.

False Goddess of Harvest? That former giant queen, now the Earth Mother? She is false? Then where is the real Omebella? If this Mystical Reappearance were used openly, the Earth Mother would directly deliver divine punishment! The danger of the Seer pathway comes not only from the Concealed Sage's knowledge pursuing people, but equally from within—the danger brought by their own pursuit and understanding of mystical knowledge. Truly, the more you know, the faster you die!

After silently lamenting in his heart for a moment, Klein withdrew his gaze and began setting up the ritual to summon a messenger.

He gently rubbed his fingers, producing a few flames to light the candles placed on the ground, then dripped essential oil and hydrosol into the candle flames.

The entire warehouse was instantly filled with the hallucinatory fragrance of herbs and essential oils.

"I'm beginning."

Klein tilted his head slightly and murmured in a low voice. Then, he took a step back and said in ancient Hermes, "I!"

"I summon in my name:"

"Spirit that wanders in illusion, friendly creature available to be commanded, unique existence willing to be my messenger."

Whoosh! Fierce wind suddenly rose in the warehouse, blowing up the black cloak Tu Ba Ge wore and its drooping ears, making them sway in the air.

The purple light in Rekton's eyes suddenly brightened. His gaze pierced through reality and into the spirit world.

There, the seven pure, clear radiances that had seemingly eternally occupied the deepest, highest reaches fell into disarray. Their positions were rapidly changing.

The seven Purifying Lights moved in unison with great speed. In a mere blink, they swept past a massive figure wrapped in bandages, dripping with viscous corpse oil; past a flat-chested woman standing on a small boat curved at both ends, her upper body bare; past a tangled ball of thread. The Purifying Lights forcefully drove away all surrounding spirit world creatures, revealed their figures, and prepared to respond to Klein's ritual.

A headless figure abruptly appeared. In each of her two hands she carried two blond, red-eyed heads, and just like that, she abruptly bypassed the Purifying Lights' obstruction and appeared before the spirit world channel Klein had created through his ritual.

Before the Purifying Lights could emerge from the spirit world, she was the first to respond to Klein's ritual.

"Sigh~ Little girl, how could you cut in line!"

Rekton's lips curled slightly. He recognized the voice of "Yellow Light" Wenitan.

The seven Purifying Lights arrived quickly and departed just as quickly. After Miss Messenger preemptively responded to Klein's ritual, their figures dissolved into streaks of pure radiance and vanished from the spot.

The surrounding spirit world region, under the combined effort of the seven Purifying Lights just now, had been swept completely clean. Not a single spirit world creature could remain in place.

Somehow it felt a bit pitiful. The Seven Lights made such a commotion, only to have Miss Messenger snatch the prize away. Rekton suppressed the laughter welling up in his heart and glanced at Miss Messenger, who had stepped out of the spirit world.

In his field of vision appeared a giant rag doll, eyes bright red as blood, body inscribed with countless mystical patterns, entwined with eerie vines, skin lacking the luster that a human should possess.

"Mm—"

With a muffled grunt, scarlet blood fluid seeped from Rekton's tightly shut eyes.

Careless. The Eye of Mysticism's effect was too strong. Even though Miss Messenger had restrained her own traits, I still saw through her. Rekton sighed helplessly in his heart, then fought through the stabbing pain in his head and began meditating to restore his condition.

Miss Messenger's four heads simultaneously turned their gazes toward Rekton, who had already closed his eyes to meditate, then quickly withdrew their stares. Her four heads all looked at Klein and spoke in turn:

"Was it... you..." "who..." "summoned..." "me?"

Standing at Rekton's feet, Tu Ba Ge glanced warily at the spirit world creature Klein had summoned, then turned its gaze back to Rekton.

"Sigh—" It let out a somewhat worried and helpless sigh.

Then it extended the paw not holding a walking stick and, with practiced ease, waved it rhythmically through the air, scattering patches of emerald light suffused with a rich aura of life. Under the manipulation of spirituality, this light swiftly sank into the area of Rekton's eyes.

He felt his stinging eyes suddenly turn ice-cold, and the stabbing pain and dizziness constantly radiating from his head also rapidly diminished.

Tu Ba Ge's action was so practiced. How many times had they been through something like this? No wonder Tu Ba Ge is on the Cultivator pathway—is it for the Healer's treatment ability? Klein grumbled inwardly. Seeing that Rekton was fine, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the spirit world creature he had summoned. He met the other party's gaze and nodded solemnly:

"Yes."

A moment later, Rekton opened his eyes again. The purple light in his eyes had long since vanished. He casually wiped away the bloodstains on his face and curiously examined Miss Messenger:

Her body was slightly ethereal and transparent, clad in an elaborate, magnificent yet gloomy dark dress. At her neck was a neat incision, and in her hands she casually carried four identical blond, red-eyed heads.

While Rekton was examining Miss Messenger, the gazes of her four heads lingered on Rekton as well. After a moment, her four heads spoke in turn:

"You are..." "the one..." "who fought..." "Mehamus."

"Uh, yes. You noticed that battle?"

Rekton asked back with some surprise. Even in poor condition, Miss Messenger still paid close attention to news of the Rose School.

The four heads Miss Messenger held in her hands spoke in turn:

"Your..." "battle..." "affected..." "the spirit world."

"If you want..." "to kill him..." "you can..." "cooperate with me."

Rekton raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting Miss Messenger to have such an idea. He readily agreed: "No problem. Once I find a suitable opportunity to act, I'll have Gehrman Sparrow notify you."

My messenger has a grudge against the Rose School? Or is it simply a personal feud with that Mehamus? Klein had just begun to ponder when he saw the four heads held by the messenger who had just signed a contract with him simultaneously blink at him. Her figure swiftly turned ethereal and shrank back into the pale candle flame.

Watching Miss Messenger return to the spirit world, Klein then turned around with curiosity and looked at Rekton, asking:

"What did you see just now?"

He had barely opened his mouth before he paused. Mindful of his Gehrman Sparrow persona, he stiffly changed his words and restrained his tone.

Rekton noticed the awkwardness in Klein's words and chuckled lightly in reply:

"Nothing much. I just forgot to restrain my gaze and accidentally saw Miss Messenger's true nature."

"True nature?"

Klein maintained his persona and voiced his confusion in a flat tone.

Rekton's lips curled slightly, and he announced to Klein with great solemnity:

"Congratulations~ You have an angel as your messenger. That is a privilege even ordinary gods do not enjoy."

"An angel?" Klein murmured aloud, feeling it was somewhat unreal.

That Miss Messenger who has a castle in the spirit world is actually an angel... I thought she was only a spirit world creature at the demigod level... When did I start using "only" to describe a demigod?

While Klein was pondering, Rekton continued speaking: "If not for her angelic rank, how could she have bypassed the Seven Lights' cleansing and obstruction to preemptively respond to your ritual?"

The Seven Lights. Klein felt intuitively that the spirit world just now must have been very chaotic, very spectacular. This fellow came along just to see this scene, didn't he!

(End of chapter)