franphil Chapter 388 Night and Death
Chapter 388 Night and Death
Chapter 388 Night and Death
This doesn't really suit the wishes of the goddess of the night.
Because this kind of acquisition is the least secure, it makes her feel much more at ease than acquiring it through planning and exchange of benefits.
After all, today, Xia'er might give the uniqueness of Death to her because she thinks it's more useful for me to have it than for her to have it, but the day after tomorrow, she might think it's a waste for you to have it and give it to me instead, thus becoming her enemy without any burden. This kind of situation is entirely subjective, predictable yet not very predictable, which is the most troublesome thing.
Amanisis was certain that if it weren't for the fact that she was more familiar with Xia'er's face, and that in Xia'er's eyes, there was no one more worthy of being given this unique gift to her in the current North and South continents, then the uniqueness of the Grim Reaper that she received would have been easy for others to receive as well.
Despite this, her deep eyes beneath the veil remained calm. She rose and walked to Chael's side, giving a standard curtsy, and said in a casual tone, "Then why not now?"
Chael nodded and accepted the invitation.
An embrace that is related to, yet unrelated to, realistic stances, practical interests, and individual emotions.
This can be considered a kind of greeting among the remnants of the old days... "You're still alive, and I'm not dead either."
Xia'er hugged the Goddess of the Night. The physical sensations were indescribable, but the spiritual feeling was that she was being grabbed by a ferocious demon wolf with six arms. Even though the Goddess of the Night did not show any malice, she could not ignore the danger she posed.
Xia Er released one hand, not looking at the normal female arm of the Goddess of the Night, turned to the side and shook hands with one of the Goddess of the Night's wolf paws, rubbing the short, stiff wolf fur on her palm, and pinching her dark claws, briefly testing the texture, elasticity, and sharpness of these fingertips.
Having satisfied his curiosity, he released the Goddess of the Night and sat back down in his chair.
The Goddess of the Night didn't mind, after all, it was already very polite of Shael not to grab her hair. This time, she placed the "Book of Death" she was holding on the table, pushed it forward, directly between the two of them, and asked, "I can sense a powerful spirit inside that resonates with uniqueness."
Xia Er nodded and said, "I didn't remove the virtual personality I cultivated for you when I gave it to you, otherwise it would have been troublesome because of my uniqueness. You can handle it yourself."
"Can I control this spirit?"
The Goddess of Night asked directly, after all, she possessed the authority of a spirit. Currently, rather than controlling it herself, it was better to influence the spirit within the uniqueness of Death through her authority, thus indirectly controlling the uniqueness of Death. The only problem to be careful about was that this might lead to being betrayed at a crucial moment, since this was Xia'er's spirit.
However, the Goddess of Night has no such worries at the moment. It is not yet a period of turmoil. As a schemer, she knows very well that such backstabbing usually occurs during fierce battles, not in the present situation where there is no war and internal chaos.
Xia Er nodded indifferently. In any case, if his spirit was unhappy, it would explode with the Goddess of Night on its own. He didn't care whether he agreed or not.
"If you don't have anything else to say, how about we talk about the uniqueness of Death?"
With a wave of her hand, the Goddess of Night established a connection with the spirit within the uniqueness of Death through the authority of her spiritual body. She opened the Book of Death without being abrupt, without disturbing the illusory feathered serpent sleeping on the surface of the book.
"OK."
"Let's give each other a high five first."
Chael tapped the table with his fingers, and a dreamlike state, blurring the lines between reality and dream, enveloped the round table in front of him.
The Goddess of Night did not suppress this power in her own divine realm, but instead high-fived Shael, using her authority to support this real dream as well.
Under the gaze of the goddess of night, as the dream took shape, Xia'er's pale golden eyes turned white. He sat there, like death itself. In his spiritual perception, what lay before him was no longer a dragon, but an immortal bird with mysterious wings.
At this moment, neither of them made any move, but it was obvious who Death favored more, as laid out on the table. Even if the Goddess of Night was a true god of an adjacent path, she still couldn't compare to the Grim Reaper sitting opposite her.
"Stunning."
Amanisis clapped softly, unable to help but admire him.
Even at such close range, as a true god, he couldn't defeat the Sequence 1 before him.
"This is just in a dream."
Xia Er knew how incompetent he was as the "Grim Reaper," meaning the position of Grim Reaper was vacant.
The mind dragons of the Dreamer Path can transform into any mythical creature, and their outward appearance can change at will according to their inner thoughts. If the other party believes it to be real, then the Phoenix is the true Phoenix of the Death Path.
While those at the level of true gods and angels are unlikely to be easily deceived into refreshing the mental dragons' status, in the dream realm, specifically the dream domain of the "Dragon of Imagination," there's no need to consider whether the enemy is imagining things; existence itself is reality.
The existence of the "Dragon of the Mind," who possesses sufficient knowledge of mysticism, is real enough that it can transform into a real illusion only if the other party believes in it.
This dream now possesses not only Shael's power but also the authority of the Goddess of Night. It is a god-level dream. In a god-level dream, Shael, through his own accumulation, can conjure up his own imagination and transform into the Grim Reaper within the dream.
Now, we can talk.
There is no need to speak; spiritual communication is simpler and more direct than language.
The illusory Book of Death appeared, its pages flipping rapidly. The feathered serpents coiled on its surface awakened, revealing the various powers and abilities of the Death Path.
This is essentially a performance.
As an adjacent pathway to the Death Path, the Night Path intersects with the Death Path in various aspects of authority.
When the goddess of night also gets involved, the "death god's" singular performance becomes a discourse.
Chael's status as a member of the Church of the Night was automatically updated to that of a demigod through the Hanged Man pathway.
How he was promoted is not important. Even if Archbishop Anthony of St. Samuel's Cathedral found out, he wouldn't ask. At most, Leonard would just become more taciturn when he found out.
The highest level of dream can overshadow reality, but the most unique aspect of dreams is the interweaving of illusion and reality.
During this afternoon tea, the two chattering people would occasionally switch places.
Shael could sense the authority and power of darkness and the six arms she could manipulate flexibly after blinking. Amanisis could also see the "Goddess of Night" sitting opposite her and feel the warmth emanating from the God of Death.
This divine dream was ultimately woven by the combined forces of both sides, serving as a jointly constructed platform that could open up a portion of authority.
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