Scratching her head, Dorothy thought with a troubled look that the current Diablo had gradually begun to become a conscious large-scale self-disaster, which was obviously beyond her ability to deal with. When the energy level gap between the two sides was too large, the conspiracies and tricks she was good at were meaningless.

"I can't think of a way to deal with a sandstorm, no matter how hard I try..."

Dorothy thought so while observing the Diagna dust that had expanded to an exaggerated extent through the bird corpse doll outside. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Dorothy's mind.

"Great Aka, please tell the scholar that I already know the meaning of the magic circle she just asked about. I want to communicate with him..."

Listening to the voice of Sadroya in her mind, Dorothy paused for a moment, then used the consultation channel to ask.

"I am a bachelor. Have you found the meaning of the magic circle?"

"Yes, through on-site analysis and reading the secret manuals I brought out from the Nether Coffin Order, I have roughly understood the function and principle of the array. It is a modified soul-control array that requires multiple extraordinary people to operate together to be effective. Its function is to restrain and control the soul, forcibly distorting its will. When it is not activated, it also has the effect of suppressing the soul."

Sadroya's voice rang in Dorothy's mind. Dorothy's expression froze as she listened to Sadroya's words, and then she took over the consultation channel and spoke.

"Twisting the will of the soul... In other words, this array is the basis of a powerful soul-controlling ritual?"

"That's right. Moreover, this soul-controlling ritual is very different from the common rituals of similar powers. Many 'cup' elements are added to the ritual array. The purpose is to strengthen the spiritual connection mediated by blood. The entire array greatly strengthens the medium power of blood. It can be said that the blood bond is transformed into a blood shackle. The ritualist can use this shackle to control a very powerful target soul."

Sadroya's voice continued to echo in Dorothy's ears. Hearing this voice, Dorothy seemed to miss something, and she immediately asked back.

"So, the descendants can use this ritual to further distort and control the souls of their ancestors?"

"In theory... as long as the bloodline is pure enough and there are enough people to serve as the medium of the ritual, then it is possible."

Sadroya then responded to Dorothy's words. After hearing this reply, Dorothy looked at the dark bedroom not far away. Now she understood how the subsequent generations of kings of the Addus Dynasty passed the trial. As descendants, this method must be said to be quite "filial".

'So, Sadroya, if I want to awaken the undead who have been affected by this ritual many times and are still under the pressure of this ritual, will it be dangerous?'

'Yes, and the risk is very great. If the soul is awakened with shackles without the correct ritual and blood medium, the soul is likely to be damaged by the wrong ritual and directly go crazy, attacking all living people it can sense.'

"So... what if I destroy the magic circle and then awaken the soul?"

"If the magic circle is destroyed with the correct steps, the soul will be awakened normally without the influence of the ritual. However, due to the fact that the soul itself has been distorted many times, its state should be very bad. There is still a great possibility that it will become abnormal or crazy. If it is a strong soul, it may be able to recover slowly over time." Facing Dorothy's continuous questions, Satria answered without hesitation. At this time, Dorothy had already flown to the door of the bedroom and looked at the sarcophagus inside.

'What if I want the soul to return to normal once it is awakened?'

"Then... maybe we need to prepare some means to soothe the soul. If we have a tool or ability that can soothe the soul, then we should be able to calm the manic soul."

Listening to Sadroya's response, Dorothy silently examined the huge sarcophagus in front of her. After a moment of silence, she said with emotion.

"Perhaps the method of punishing my descendants... still needs to get the answer from our ancestors..."

After expressing her feelings, Dorothy began to use the consultation channel to contact the distant place again, but this time the person she contacted was not Sadroya, but Kapak.

…

New World, Tupa tribe settlement, inside the shaman's tent.

At this time, Capak was sitting quietly in the shaman's tent, meditating with his eyes closed under the guidance of Uta. Suddenly, he heard the voice in his heart again. He opened his eyes and turned to look at Uta who was smoking a pipe beside him.

"Teacher Uta... the follower of the scholar in Akka asked me to ask you if you can help them hold a memorial service in a distant place right now?"

After listening to Kapak's words, the old shaman Uta was silent for a while. After blowing out a few smoke rings, he answered leisurely.

“This is not impossible for me. It requires my soul to leave my body, and you can help me to be with them through spiritual communication. They just need to prepare the appropriate support.

"But this whole soul-leaving-body communication is a slightly risky act for me. I don't know if they can afford to pay me enough to take this risk... If the rewards are just ordinary supplies, perhaps the price I ask will be much higher than before... After all, at present, our people are not in short supply of these ordinary supplies."

Uta spoke silently to Capac, holding his pipe leisurely, with an attitude that the cheap service ended here and the price would be greatly increased from now on. Hearing Uta's words, Capac quickly responded through the consultation channel, and he received a reply not long after.

"Teacher Uta, the scholar said that they are currently fighting against one of the blasphemous cultists, the Great Shaman Chabakunka. The game between the two sides is at a critical stage and is at a stalemate."

"What? Chabakunka? The great shaman of the withered sand in the central wilderness? That traitorous shaman over there is him... He is one of the elders of the Wuling Cult..."

Listening to Kapak's words, Uta opened his eyes wide and said in astonishment. He knew that the bachelor had fought with the people of the Wuling Cult before, but he didn't know that the opponent he fought against was so powerful.

"Yes, according to Mr. Bachelor, that Chabakunka is very strong, even the strong ones on their side find it difficult to deal with him. Now they need to awaken an ancient undead spirit from the rear as an aid. If they succeed, they can defeat Chabakunka, the great traitor who abandoned the ancient way! But the key point is that the ancient undead spirit seems to have some problems, and it must be comforted when awakened."

Capac went on to say to Uta. After hearing what Capac said, Uta felt a little unbelievable for a moment and asked.

"It is true that I can create a great heresy...?"

"Teacher Uta, I think it's true. Mr. Bachelor has never lied to us from beginning to end. He has fulfilled all his promises. We should continue to trust him."

Looking at his teacher, Capac said seriously. Listening to Capac's words, Uta frowned, took two puffs of cigarette, then exhaled the smoke and answered slowly.

"If we can really create a heresy... then it would be great for us and all the tribes that still faithfully follow the ancient path. This would be exciting news."

Wuta said this. At this moment, he was willing to go to some unknown distant place to help comfort the souls, but the problem now was that the other party was under the banner of helping him to create a great rebellion, so he couldn't bring himself to ask for a price increase.

Not to mention the price increase, under such a noble cause, Uta would not even have the face to ask for compensation. If he could really create a great heresy in the end, he and even the entire Shamanism would probably be in the same boat with those Akha believers.

Thinking back to when I just repaid the favor owed to Tivian of the Tupa tribe not long ago, and I didn't receive much in reward, a new round of favors might be coming. It's really like the previous favor just ended and the next favor is coming.

For a moment, Uta was a little confused, but after only a short while, he responded.

"Tell the maester to prepare for a channeling."

Although he had various considerations in his mind, no matter what, Uta would not give up the opportunity to create a great heresy.