The mad Trick Sorcerer, under the manipulation of the spirit threads, slowly, bit by bit, turned his head.
"What happened?"
He was somewhat dazed. The spirit worms constantly涌ing out of his body also quieted down at this moment.
The manipulation of the spirit threads became sluggish, and the surroundings fell silent again. The marionettes shouting miracles seemed very, very far away from him.
Everything was frozen.
"What... happened?"
His thoughts seemed to have been elevated to a strange height, allowing him to see his own body. It was himself gradually going mad because of forcibly using the mythical creature form to try to break free from the manipulation of the spirit threads.
In front of him was...
Dark armor, seemingly a Sealed Artifact of the Death pathway at the demigod level.
A phantom book, probably the Recorder, but judging from the previous battle, it was a Traveler.
After that, was the Master of Marionettes.
Only—
The Trick Sorcerer's thoughts froze for a moment. The position where the Master of Marionettes should have been was now like a pure white expanse.
No, it couldn't be described like that either.
It was more like a pure white built up by countless symbolic signs in a mystical sense, a mystical color that appeared only because various mystical symbols were layered upon layer.
And that团 thing... spiritual intuition frantically reminded him, really frantically reminded him.
"Don't look, don't look."
"Will die, will definitely die..."
What was in that pure white that could touch the spiritual intuition of a demigod-level Seer and make him feel the fear of true death?
The reminder of spiritual intuition made the Trick Sorcerer want to break free from this state. If he just tried a little harder, really just a little harder, he could break free from the manipulation of the spirit threads...
He could still leave, still go back.
He still had a chance.
But, from the pure white, something seemed to look over at him.
Then, something suddenly poured into his head.
The first thing that poured in was a potion formula.
"Sequence Three, Ancient Scholar."
"Main materials: a pair of eyes of the Fugen Hound, one flocculated heart of the Mist Wolf."
"Auxiliary materials: 100 ml of Fugen Hound blood, 30 grams of Mist Wolf frost crystal, a large amount of authentic ancient historical records."
"Advancement ritual: completely separate from reality for at least three hundred years, consume the potion after one has become history and does not belong to the current era."
This was the Sequence Three potion formula of the Seer pathway?
The Trick Sorcerer was ecstatic. What followed was relevant knowledge about the Fugen Hound and the Mist Wolf, as well as the Extraordinary abilities of this sequence.
These were all things he needed.
Before the ecstatic emotion could pass, before the Trick Sorcerer could even digest and memorize this formula, the next piece of knowledge poured in again.
"Sequence Three of the Death pathway, Ferryman."
"Main materials:..."
"Auxiliary materials:..."
"Advancement ritual:..."
"Knowledge of main abilities and corresponding materials:..."
The Trick Sorcerer was somewhat bewildered as to why there would be a Sequence Three potion formula of the Death pathway, but he still planned to memorize it.
After reaching the demigod level, the exchange of resources mostly occurred in the form of bartering. Perhaps he could use this Sequence Three potion formula to exchange for some other things he needed.
Before he could memorize it, the next potion formula appeared again.
"Sequence Three of the Door pathway, Wanderer."
"Main materials:..."
"Auxiliary materials:..."
"Advancement ritual:..."
"Knowledge of main abilities and corresponding materials:..."
The Trick Sorcerer quickly noticed something was wrong.
The flashing of knowledge became faster and faster. It seemed that the sender of the knowledge was not very adapted at the beginning, but after sending several pieces of knowledge, its speed was obviously much faster than at the beginning, and the amount of knowledge also increased.
Every symbol was flashing, and the knowledge formed by every string of bytes was pouring backward into his spirit body at a terrifying speed.
From potion formulas to rituals, from ancient knowledge to those hidden taboos, more and more, faster and faster.
Knowledge was like a tide, crashing towards him.
"No, wait."
"Stop! Stop quickly!"
But the knowledge transmitted from the pure white figure not only didn't stop but also mixed in more, more mysterious, more bizarre things.
"The Source Castle?"
The appearance of this concept caused the Trick Sorcerer's brain to crash on the spot.
What was the Source Castle?
He was茫然 and at a loss.
"The Fool?"
The Fool...?
The Trick Sorcerer didn't realize that his spirit body was now becoming strange.
Countless mystical symbolic signs were like patches, layering upon layering on his body. His spirit body began to become heavy, and endless knowledge shone on his spirit body, turning him also into a pure white.
He went mad.
His body was cracking.
The Trick Sorcerer cracked open.
Physically cracked open.
The spirit worms were like a final frenzy before death. They crawled out of the Trick Sorcerer's skin, from his eyes, ears, and mouth. More of the spirit worms shining with symbols were replaced by another kind of symbol.
That was...
That was—
He understood something, he gained something from that endless knowledge, but there was no longer a chance to speak, to tell others.
Before the spirit threads were completely manipulated, the Trick Sorcerer fell and died in a bizarre way.
The countless '幕后之手' that were planning to manipulate the Trick Sorcerer's spirit threads were obviously also stunned.
Now, five seconds had passed.
Twenty-five seconds left.
After灌输ing the knowledge and causing the Trick Sorcerer who was the first to be used as a guinea pig to die, Tang's gaze turned to the spirit threads on Owen and Olson.
At the same time, through his own spirit threads that were being manipulated, he made a more violent counterattack than the Trick Sorcerer.
"The Angel sequence can resist the pollution of the Outer Gods."
"Then what about a dead Angel? Can it resist the sequence of knowledge, can it resist the灌输 of endless knowledge?"
The preceding sequence of the Miracle Invoker was the Seer. Surrounded by countless marionettes, the old woman holding a crystal ball looked bewildered and flustered.
She didn't know what had happened at all, and even less how to warn.
At this moment, Tang had already grasped the spirit threads on Owen and Olson.
The twisted and mad voice caused both Owen and Olson to show signs of losing control, but Tang didn't have time to deal with these things now.
This state of the System could only last for thirty seconds. To extend it, it would cost an additional thousand knowledge fragments per second.
Even though he had accumulated so many knowledge fragments over the years, there weren't many left for it to deduct.
'Host, knowledge can also be transmitted through spirit threads.'
The spirit threads were the Extraordinary power given by the Master of Marionettes, and the place where all spirit threads floated towards was the core location of this theater.
This remained the same even if the position was changed through marionettes.
(End of this chapter)