Chapter 169 Golden Light Curse, Level 2

A huge black cloud covered the sky, constantly rolling with a rotten smell.

Portions of the black cloud occasionally come together to form furry tentacles, slime-dripping bellies, and writhing hoofed feet.

There are black tentacles growing on the ground.

There was no sound in this space, and the silence was despairing.

He tried to run, but he couldn't get out of this dark area.

After an unknown amount of time, Crown woke up from his dream and found that his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Ever since he started learning the Golden Light Mantra, he no longer has dreams.

Now, whenever he fell asleep, he would fall into the same strange dream.

Pollution does indeed contaminate one's soul.

Crown sighed and felt the time: 23:15.

When he returned to the church last night, perhaps because he had not slept all night, he did not feel anything unusual.

It had now been three hours since Nick had left, and he had woken three times, tormented by the same dream.

Crown felt his hands and feet were cold, so he simply stopped sleeping and continued to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

Although he felt a little nervous, he was not anxious.

He now understood that this pollution was the reason why the Golden Light Spell was twice as effective.

There are also some unpleasant aspects in practicing the Golden Light Mantra in this detention room. It is built underground and cannot enjoy the bonus of bathing in sunlight or moonlight during the hours of Mao and You.

The days passed one by one, and Crowne spent most of his time meditating on the Golden Light Mantra, and occasionally took time out to practice the Rock Breathing Method to regulate his mood.

During this period, he was able to increase his proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra by about three hundred points and his proficiency in the Rock Breathing Technique by more than forty points on average every day.

The proficiency of Fire Breath and Giant Bear Breathing can also be improved by four or five points every day.

There was an ample supply of food here, but he inevitably became thinner because he had not had even an hour of good sleep for a long time. Moreover, as soon as he stopped visualizing the Golden Light Mantra, his hands and feet would soon become cold.

Although his clothes became looser under the pressure, Crown's mental state was not affected too much. Days like this when he could concentrate on gaining experience were really rare.

Since yesterday, my proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra has increased very little. Even after a day of hard work, I only gained 81 points.

Clown's mood became better and better, because the Golden Light Spell was only 320 points away from advancement.

. . . .

"Here we go again, Father Nick!"

Shaw greeted him with a smile. Every four or five days, he would visit the only detainee here.

"Okay, Father Shaw! The training session ended early today, so you have time to come and take a look."

Nick responded and continued, "Has he been acting abnormally these past few days?"

Xiao Er shook his head slightly: "It's still normal. There is no warning in the magic circle. However, you have lost a lot of weight in the past few days. Do you have the token? I will open the door for you."

"I have it," Nick took out half a red badge and handed it over.

Shaw took it, took out half of the badge from his body and put it together.

He led Nick through the quiet corridor to the innermost room.

He placed the complete emblem into the recess of the silver-white metal door, which was made of Valyrian steel and had flame-shaped magic patterns engraved on it.

Above the depression, there is a specially made white crystal the size of a football cross-section, through which everything in the room can be observed.

He blocked Nick's view with his body, chanted a spell in his mind and made complicated gestures with his hands.

The magic pattern on the metal door flashed red light and then slowly opened.

Nick nodded to Shaw and walked into the room, the door slowly closing behind him.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a table, a chair and a flush toilet in the corner.

A man sat cross-legged on a narrow bed, making a special gesture with his hands.

When Clown heard the noise, he ended his Golden Light Mantra meditation normally and opened his eyes: "I guessed it was you. No one else would come to see me except you."

"Everyone misses you, but we can't get a pass," Nick moved a chair and sat opposite with a serious expression.

Seeing his friend's expression, Clown couldn't help but smile and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look like you want to say something but can't?"

'You have to be prepared for the fact that spiritual pollution is definitely enhanced on a full moon night. Frankly speaking, he is seriously polluted and we have no better solution at the moment.'

"Then put him in a sanctuary."

'It's useless. The sanctuary can only block external pollution, but cannot prevent the outbreak of existing pollution.'

"We will definitely gather the missing materials for the purification ritual in the Ruins of the Spirits."

'Maybe he can't wait, you have to be prepared.'

Nick thought of what he had said to Archbishop Flanders today, and he felt bad, so he said something else:

“Jason and I have not returned to the Security Bureau and have recently been receiving special training at the church.

On the next full moon night, we will enter a magical place where we can find better materials for the essence ritual.

Then we can perform the ritual again to completely remove the pollution from you."

"That's good, but why do you say that so seriously?"

Crown noticed something was wrong with his friend.

"It's quite dangerous there, maybe I'm just a little worried. The upcoming special training will be very intense, I may not have time to visit you."

"Don't worry, we eat well and sleep well here, it's much more comfortable than being on a mission outside."

Crown waved his hand and said sincerely: "Can you tell me where you are going?"

Here, he can put all his energy into improving himself.

Although you cannot wear weapons and practice sword techniques for the time being, your practice of the Golden Light Mantra and breathing techniques will not be affected in any way.

Therefore, he felt rather reluctant to leave this small detention room.

"I can't tell you that. Everything there is kept secret from others."

Nick's mood dropped again. "If the Yorktown incident hadn't happened, you would have been on the list."

These days, he learned about Lingxu and more truth about the evil god.

The more I know, the less hope there seems.

As time goes by, the spiritual pollution in your friends will become increasingly difficult to remove.

If we delay for too long, the pollution may really become one with our soul.

Even if it is removed later, it will still damage the host's soul.

In mild cases, one will lose some memories, and in severe cases, one will become an idiot.

Clown didn't know what the other party was thinking at the moment, so he said, "Then tell me what your training is about. This doesn't need to be kept secret, right?"

“That’s fair to say.”

Nick nodded: "Unlike before, this time we mainly train individual combat capabilities."

. . . .

After Nick left, Crown stood up and practiced the rock breathing method, stretching his muscles at the same time.

Sitting for a long time will hurt the flesh. Even though the Golden Light Mantra is a method to strengthen the body and mind, you cannot sit every day.

After a long period of visualization, there must be a period of activity.

Only by alternating between relaxation and tension can you develop your skills more efficiently.

And breathing training is his method of relaxation.

Another eight days passed, and before he knew it, Crown had spent twenty-one days in the detention room.

These days, he has become thinner and his muscles have shriveled, leaving only skin and bones.

As long as he fell asleep, he would still enter that strange dream.

Now the dream is different. It is no longer silent, but there are soft whispers.

The murmurs were an unknown language. He couldn't understand them at first, but as he entered the dream more and more times, he figured out some of their meanings without any instruction.

The general meaning is: 'You have some talent, I can transform you into a follower of the Mother Goddess, and enjoy the glory of the Mother Goddess together.'

Now, there were some more fragments of knowledge in his mind, which seemed to be about things like flesh and blood and reproduction.

The knowledge is very scattered and not systematic at all.

Somehow, Crown had a hunch: 'If he really acquired and understood this knowledge, he would become like Acrylic in Yorktown.'

He understood that the pollution had worsened further.

A strong sense of urgency arose in his heart. When he became a so-called dependent, would he still be the same person he is now?

. . . .

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Today, Crown wanted to try to get a good night's sleep.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

The proficiency of this skill is just one point away from advancement, but I have been unable to take that last step.

To this end, he spent two days and revised the visualization details of the Golden Light Mantra many times.

This is a major change, incorporating his recent insights.

When visualizing the bright moon shining on his body, he tried to deepen the sense of tranquility and enlightenment in his soul.

While visualizing his heart turning into a blazing sun radiating golden light, he tried to turn himself into firewood, burning himself to bring light.

According to the knowledge from previous lives, the sun really is an existence that burns itself to illuminate all things.

The modified visualization method has become much more difficult, visualization is more difficult and is often interrupted.

He continued to optimize his visualization method, and his visualization became smoother and smoother.

A silver full moon rises in front of the body, shedding refreshing light. The heart turns into a blazing sun, illuminating the internal organs. The blazing sun moves to the dantian, shining through the body and emitting thousands of golden rays of light.

Clown visualized his flesh, blood, and soul all burning and merging into the scorching sun.

He completed all the visualization steps. He forgot about his body and himself. Shor walked out of his room and prepared to go to the detention room for his routine inspection.

As soon as he opened the door, he was startled and stood still.

I saw a golden light shining out from the innermost room of the corridor, just like sunlight shining into a dark room through a skylight, dazzling the eyes.

What the hell happened? Why didn't the magic circle sound an alarm? ! Not understanding the cause of the strange phenomenon, Xiao Er was about to run over when the golden light slowly dissipated.

The light in the corridor dimmed again, as if everything was an illusion.

Shaw immediately rushed to the deepest part of the corridor and observed the situation inside through the crystal.

The thin body was sitting cross-legged on the bed, straight and normal.

The magic runes in the room emitted soft light, and everything was normal.

As a trained priest, Shaw knew that the golden light he saw could not be an illusion.

He turned around and walked back to the room, sounding the emergency alarm to contact the outside world.

If something unknown or incomprehensible happens, it must be reported to the Archbishop immediately.

What he didn't know was that the golden light had lasted for three minutes, and when he came out he only saw the last bit of the light.

At first, the golden light was several times brighter than when he first saw it.

. . . .

The hunger surged like a rising tide, drowning Crown's body, and his consciousness returned to his body.

I have never felt hunger so terrible, as if my stomach had turned into a small black hole.

The black hole began to rotate, greedily swallowing everything around it.

First his internal organs, then his bones and flesh, he felt his body beginning to melt from the waist down.

He felt like he had lost all his strength and tried to stand up, but his footing was unstable and he fell back onto the bed.

His consciousness was briefly distracted, and after a long while, he felt a little strength accumulated in his body.

He staggered to the front door, leaning against it and banging on the metal door weakly. Standing was a pain in the ass at this point.

There was no means of communicating with the outside world in the detention room, so he could only attract the guards by making the most primitive sound of knocking on the door.

. . . .

Archbishop Flanders narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Crown who was eating voraciously with a strange look in his mind.

The other party has already eaten three normal portions of food for a second-level flame warrior and is currently eating the fourth portion.

Before eating, he drank a few bottles of No. 2 holy water.

The archbishop hurried over and learned about the situation from Shor.

Then he went to the door of the room and talked to the prisoner, but he never expected that the other party was just asking for food.

From the other person's thin body, he noticed that the other person was severely corroded by pollution, but the other person's mental state showed no signs of being corroded except for fatigue.

This made his doubts grow deeper.

Crown devoutly ate the last piece of steak and patted his stomach contentedly: "I'm almost full."

"Do you know what happened?"

Flanders asked his doubts.

"I don't know. I just felt my body getting hot, and then I felt very hungry."

Crown simply shook his head.

Could it be a second awakening? Hunger usually occurs when one advances to a transcendent level or awakens blood, because the body undergoes a qualitative change and urgently needs more energy to transform the body.

Flanders began to imagine. He had previously confirmed that the other party had activated or mutated some kind of bloodline similar to that of the descendants of the Sun God.

It makes perfect sense that if the body senses that the soul is polluted and is about to run out of energy, it would instinctively save itself and awaken the bloodline a second time.

The archbishop was well-read and well-informed, and he felt that he had roughly guessed the truth.

He said kindly, "What do you feel now?"

"I'm tired. I just want to have a good sleep."

Crown felt very tired and his eyelids were twitching constantly.

These days, he has never entered a deep sleep. If you count carefully, he only sleeps about an hour a day.

If it weren't for the good physical foundation and the supplement brought by the Golden Light Spell, anyone else would have collapsed long ago.

"Then you take a rest first, I'll come back to see you tomorrow."

Flanders smile became even kinder. People with awakened blood will definitely have a good sleep after eating.

He expected that the pollution in the other party's soul would be curbed, so that he might be able to wait until the day when he could gather enough materials for the high-level essence magic array.

After deciding to hold another soul purity test tomorrow, the archbishop got up and left.

After Flanders left, Crown immediately summoned the golden wall.

At the very top in the middle, a row of brilliant purple appeared.

[Golden Light Spell: 11/100000; Level 2] (Long-term persistence brings greater rewards. Your physical fitness is improved in all aspects, and all existing derivative skills are strengthened. New special effects 1: Heavy attack.; special effect 2: Lightning reaction.; special effect 3: Super endurance; special effect 4:.)

(End of this chapter)