Chapter 70: Farewell
The golden thread flowed upward along Clown's arm, without any obstruction from flesh and blood. It was the pure spiritual essence that was absorbed.
Strands of golden light gathered towards his forehead and disappeared at a certain position.
In the sea of consciousness, a 'fine rain' began to fall from the sky, and the raindrops formed a vortex and merged into the hourglass of time.
In the quicksand at the top of the hourglass, tiny dots of golden sand appear.
As the sands of time continued to increase, a gray, flowing shadow began to appear faintly on the brass base of the hourglass.
The evil spirit that coexists with the spirit master survives in another form within the host's body. As its abilities increase, more of the evil spirit's characteristics will become apparent.
Clown guessed that the Sand of Time had been slowly increasing through the accumulation of time, and coupled with his continuous visualization of the Golden Light Mantra, those evil thoughts were eliminated before they increased much.
This time, by absorbing the spiritual essence from the spirit coins, the Sand of Time increased very quickly, which is why this change was seen.
Through the hourglass, he accurately felt that two hours had passed.
At this time, the drizzle in the sea of consciousness stopped, and the quicksand at the top of the hourglass was already filled by about one third.
After his consciousness returned to his body, he lowered his head and saw that the spirit coin in his palm had turned into gray powder. He took out a folded piece of straw paper from his pocket, spread it out, and poured the powder into it.
Taking out another golden spirit coin, he continued to absorb the spiritual essence from it.
Another two hours passed, and the spiritual coin turned into powder. The gray shadow on the hourglass became even darker.
Clown could vaguely see its outline: like a deformed octopus, with more tentacles. As the tentacles danced, a feeling of irritation and decay arose in his spiritual sense.
His consciousness left the sea of consciousness, and suddenly he heard someone whispering in his ear. He held his breath and listened carefully. The hall was quiet, and he could hear the priest's long and even breathing in the distance.
With a stern smile on his face, he stood up and moved his hands and feet, which were slightly numb from staying still for so long.
It is now 4:30 in the morning. The silver runes in the sanctuary have dimmed by about half, and the gray fog outside has also become much thinner.
After stretching his body, Crown continued to sit cross-legged and began to visualize the divine intention of the Golden Light Mantra.
After twelve cycles, he stopped visualizing and sank his consciousness into the sea of consciousness again.
At this moment, a golden light was faintly visible on the brass base of the hourglass. Where was the slightest gray shadow?
He opened his eyes and smiled silently, then when he looked at the walls of the sanctuary again, he found that everything had returned to its original state, and the runes had returned to their original gray color.
It is six o'clock in the morning and the sun is about to rise.
Clown turned his gaze toward the priest. He wanted to leave the sanctuary and meditate in the morning sun, but he was afraid of disturbing the priest's practice.
While he was hesitating, Nick turned his head as if he had noticed something, and their eyes met.
The priest smiled and said, "You are in good spirits! How do you feel about spending the night here? I think you will gain something special, right?"
"It's been a great harvest," Crown said with a smile on his face. "It's already morning. I want to go back up there. Together?"
"Let's go," Nick stood up with one hand on the slate, and the two left together.
. . . .
Let’s go back to yesterday evening, when the red moon had not yet risen.
Geralt was packing his things in the room, and Alan looked at him with concern.
"Teacher, I'd better go with you. Your current illness consumes more and more energy if you try to control it. If a beast or monster breaks in when you are at your weakest, I'm worried about you."
The demon hunter interrupted the student with a smile: "It's foggy outside now. It's too dangerous for you to go out. And I'm already a transcendent. It won't be a big problem for me to stay in the fog for a night."
"Because it's more dangerous outside, I'm more worried about you," the boy's face looked a little sad.
Geralt's brown eyes were deep, and he placed his hands on his student's shoulders: "I have some good stuff this time. Klauen made a few talismans that will definitely help me a lot and control the violent evil thoughts in my heart."
"If the things that Big Brother makes can be used, I should join you."
Before the boy could finish his words, the witcher nimbly took a half step forward and struck him on the back of the neck.
Alan lost consciousness.
Picking up his student and placing him on the bed, Geralt sighed, a deep sadness in his eyes.
There was still some time before the red moon rose, and he felt a sense of madness rising in his heart, which had never happened before.
In the past, he only had this feeling after the red moon rose, so he was not sure he could survive this full moon night.
He left his weapon on the table, took out a Qingxin Talisman and a Jinguang Talisman, lit them respectively, and put them into two bowls of water.
The talisman burned out, and the color of the clear water in one bowl turned as bright as moonlight, while the water in the other bowl sparkled with golden light.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He picked up the silver talisman water and took a sip carefully.
After a while, he felt a chill in his heart, and the manic feeling subsided a little.
He picked up the golden talisman water again and took a sip. A warmth rose from his lower abdomen, but there was no other feeling.
"It's somewhat useful, but the effect isn't great enough," the witcher smiled sadly, secretly mocking himself for not having much hope.
He left both of his swords on the table and shouldered one of Alan's steel swords.
Geralt took out a letter that had been written long ago from his arms and placed it under the sword, then drank the magic water in the two bowls.
He looked at his student deeply, picked up the special torch with holy water, left the room, walked out of the church, and climbed over the wall . When the demon hunter came to the mine outside the town, the red moon rose and sprinkled the crimson moonlight on the earth.
He quickly tied himself up with the chains. As soon as he did all this, his mouth stretched out, his ears stood up pointed, his body swelled to more than two meters and five, and white hairs as hard as steel needles sprouted from his body.
“Ah!”
The wild howl shook the surroundings, and the clarity in Geralt's eyes gradually disappeared, and his brown eyes turned blood red.
His sharp claws slammed hard on the stone wall, causing rocks to fly and debris to fall.
"It's over. The red moon just rose and it couldn't suppress its madness. The demon hunter has become a member of the dark creatures. It's really ironic. Maybe they were right to expel me. This kind of darkness cannot be defeated."
"Awooo", the white giant wolf bent its legs slightly, clenched its claws, and howled wildly at the entrance of the cave. Its eyes turned completely blood red.
Then, he grabbed the chain with his sharp claws and pulled it hard, and the iron nails driven into the stone wall actually showed signs of being pulled out.
The werewolf's eyes suddenly flashed with silver, like the cold white moonlight.
As a wave of chill came over him, the blood-red in the white werewolf's eyes faded a little, and the color of his eyeballs near his pupils returned to yellow-brown.
Geralt felt a chill running through his soul, and the rage in his heart was immediately suppressed.
"Is that kid's stuff really useful?" The werewolf raised his arms, staring at his thick claws in a daze, his wolf kiss opened, and his scarlet tongue stretched out to lick his nose.
(End of this chapter)