Chapter 249: Harvest

Chapter 249: Harvest

Strands of illusory black thread extended from Senor’s body and entered Klein’s palms, reacting differently with every leap of his spirituality.

In truth, manipulating Spirit Body Threads did not necessarily require the use of both hands. It was simply something Klein had grown accustomed to doing. It gave him the feeling that he truly was controlling a marionette.

“Judging from the current situation, others of the same pathway can all discover one another’s puppets. The abnormalities on Spirit Body Threads cannot be hidden from their eyes. I have to be sufficiently cautious in that regard.” As Klein summarized the initial problems he had discovered, his thoughts quickly returned to Senor himself.

This Blood Admiral was effectively already dead. His spirit body had become an appendage of a puppet, losing the special qualities that belonged to him. Therefore, many methods of divination were no longer effective on him.

Of course, methods used to search for corpses were still useful. Klein planned to first let this Wraith undergo a round of “disinfection” through the gray fog. Then he would use a Paper Angel to wrap the mirror-like object Senor possessed, and finally place it into an iron cigarette case sealed by a wall of spirituality, together with Azik’s copper whistle. That would create triple interference.

In this way, Klein believed it would be nearly impossible for the Rose School of Thought’s angel to rely on Blood Admiral and lock onto his position through divination, prophecy, or similar methods.

As for whether the Mother Tree of Desire had left some “back door” inside Senor, he was not too worried. If the Mother Tree of Desire truly had tampered with Blood Admiral, then during the previous demigod melee, She could have made Senor suddenly mutate and attack him. Judging from the circumstances at the time, that would certainly have succeeded.

“The Mother Tree of Desire—or rather, the Chained God’s strict control over members of this organization relies on oath contracts that penetrate deep into the soul, and similar methods. This can be inferred from Miss Sharron’s description and condition, as well as my own experience after touching the corresponding characteristic…

“As long as I do not try to use Blood Admiral to divine the Rose School of Thought’s secrets or the potion formulas of the Mutant pathway, it should not trigger any problems. That Werewolf Beyonder characteristic stayed above the gray fog for so long before, and nothing abnormal happened…

“And besides, there is still the gray fog’s ‘disinfection’ process. If there really are hidden problems, they will be cleared away…” Klein thought for a while, then took Azik’s copper whistle out from his body.

He turned it lightly with his right hand, exposing the part with fewer patterns to the sunlight, where it reflected light like a mirror.

At once, Senor’s figure appeared on the copper whistle and swiftly became clear.

Blood Admiral, standing before Klein, suddenly vanished.

“Perhaps the Mother Tree of Desire can still use oath contracts and other things to roughly locate him, but that doesn’t matter too much. In any case, She can sense the gray fog trait on me and perceive me within a certain range… Besides, this puppet might become a shield someday and get destroyed…” Like an unemployed vagrant with enormous debt, Klein felt that he had little left to fear.

Of course, he did indeed owe enormous debt.

As long as I advance to demigod and can conceal that trait, this puppet can be abandoned at any time… Klein looked around, bent down, picked up the silver necklace, then walked four steps counterclockwise and softly recited the incantation.

This time, he had not used the method of summoning a spirit body to enter, so he could not directly return.

Gray-white fog swiftly filled his vision. Hysterical ravings and roars echoed eternally. The Azik copper whistle in Klein’s hand did not mutate, indicating that there were no major…