Chapter 541 Another "ritual"?
After chanting the honorific name, Angel reported the current situation to Mr. Fool.
She was not surprised that she did not receive a response immediately. How could a being with the power of a god be free every day to receive reports from believers and respond immediately?
This was just a precaution. With the experience from the last time, Angel knew that the other end of the sacrificial ceremony might be another area thousands of kilometers away, and returning here, returning to this time, might take a few days.
During this period, getting help from Mr. Fool will undoubtedly greatly increase the probability of a successful return.
Then, she used Holy Night Powder to construct a spiritual wall and built a simple altar next to the creaking mill. She fished out a precious Loen gold coin from deep in her pocket, placed it next to the candle, and whispered:
"I!
"I summon in my own name: a spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature to be commanded, a messenger belonging only to Gehrman Sparrow."
Angel now trusts the headless messenger Miss Renette Tinicole more than Ms. Wenza, who can be summoned by playing the harmonica.
Who told it to secretly send a letter to the "immortal" witch Katarina? I won't use it again until I figure this out... Angel puffed his lips, feeling the wind in the spiritual wall suddenly become violent. The flame of the candle in front of him expanded and rose, and behind it emerged a head with long light golden hair and bright red eyes.
Before the other three heads and the headless body emerged, Angel bowed slightly and said respectfully:
"Hello, I have a message for Hermann."
At this time, the body carrying the four heads finally appeared in front of Angel. The complicated court dress fluttered above the candles, covering the feet below.
"Pay..." "Gold coins," "Then..." "Go ahead."
Angel handed the shining gold coin to one of the heads, watched her bite it tightly with her teeth, and then spoke:
"I plan to enter the area on the other side through a sacrificial ritual discovered in an abandoned village on Sona Island. It is similar to the primitive sacrifice in Bansi Port. Although it is weird, it is not too dangerous."
She paused and added:
"Also, be careful of the 'Blood Admiral' and the 'Rose School'; they may take action in the near future."
After saying this, she looked up at Renette's four heads and eight eyes and nodded, indicating that the message was over.
But the floating messenger lady was looking at Angel with a strange look, and after a moment they all blinked together, and at the same time, which made her feel terrified, they stepped into the void and disappeared.
"I have a feeling Renette has a lot of secrets. She can easily suppress so many Gazers. She must have the strength of a High Sequence. But she condescended to serve as a messenger. Maybe she has her own secrets, just like Wensa..."
After muttering a few words, Angel removed the spiritual wall and returned to the secret room deep in the basement.
This time, she is really ready to "cross" to the other side.
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In the early hours of the morning, Klein, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a muffled prayer sound.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and subconsciously glanced out the window. He found that the night sky had not yet been replaced by the morning sun, and nervously lay down again. Then he remembered that he had left the "God War Ruins" and no longer needed to be afraid of the night.
"If I stayed in that place for a few more days, I felt like I might go crazy... No wonder Anderson was so excited after leaving..."
He muttered a few words silently, got up, dressed, and was about to take four steps backwards to enter the gray fog space to "receive information" when he suddenly felt an inspiration.
In his open spiritual vision, the headless messenger Renette slowly descended from the ceiling, and the four heads with bright red eyes looked at him, with a bloody beauty.
Of course, Klein didn't dare to say such an evaluation out loud. Seeing that the other party wasn't biting the envelope, he asked:
"Is it a message?"
“Yes…” “From…” “Your…” “Female friend.”
Blushing for no apparent reason, Klein coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness and nodded to signal the other party that they could begin.
After a minute-long bombardment of "three-dimensional sound" emitted by four heads in succession, Klein sent the strange messenger away, sat back at the head of the bed, and lowered his head to think.
"Similar to the primitive sacrifice at Bansy Harbor... is she going to perform another ritual to enter the Trier Catacombs on the other side? But last time, the ritual was triggered accidentally. Why is it happening this time?
"Also, she told me to be careful of the 'Rose School' because she got some information from Anne and Bernadette? This evil sect, which originated in the southern continent and has now expanded to the entire world, is preparing to launch another 'attack' after its conspiracy on Oravi Island was thwarted?"
Unable to find an answer for a moment, Klein remembered that there was "unreceived mail" above the gray fog. He quickly used a combination of ritual and honorific names to enter this space belonging to the "Fool."
Not surprisingly, he saw the crimson star belonging to "Queen" Angel Granger shining brightly.
"In the end, she informed both parties of her actions through two different methods, but all the information ended up in my hands..."
With a light chuckle, Klein clicked on the star and indeed heard a "report" similar to the previous message, but more detailed.
"What information did you get from the 'ageless' witch, Katarina Pelle?"
Klein was speechless, unable to even maintain the image of a "fool" sitting at the long bronze table.
Although Angel claimed that the clues about the "Black-Striped Shadow Giant Scorpion" had been confirmed by the "Master of Prophecy" Bernadette, Klein still couldn't believe that a high-ranking member of the "Witch Cult" who was hostile two months ago would be so kind as to provide her with clues to the materials needed for promotion.
He subconsciously untied the amethyst pendant on his wrist, intending to use the properties of the gray fog to perform a divination, but quickly gave up on this futile attempt: with the indirect clues he had obtained so far, even if the gray fog had a higher status, it would not be possible to divine much useful information out of thin air.
"Fortunately, judging from her last experience, the sacrificial ritual, while strange, isn't dangerous..."
Whispering to himself, Klein looked back at the star belonging to Angel, only to be surprised to find that it began to expand, contract, and flash again.
He spread his spirituality doubtfully, touching the stars, and Angel's familiar figure immediately appeared before Klein's eyes.
"Mr. Fool, please convey this message to Miss Queen immediately..."
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When he opened his eyes again, Angel almost thought that his attempt to use blood to activate the sacrificial ritual had failed.
In her dark vision, the rough brick walls around her remained unchanged. The damp floorboards beneath her feet were still covered with faint, intricate patterns. Her nostrils were filled with a foul odor...
…Only the smell of blood was gone.
Alerted, Angel immediately looked towards the location of the "Meat Grinder" and was surprised to find that the mechanical equipment connected to the windmill above was gone. Instead, there was an altar-like stone table with two short and thick candles on it. Most of them were burned and collapsed on the table as if they had melted.
The narrow entrance to the original "Secret Room" was replaced by a wide staircase. The area above was also pitch black, and there was no trace of the rubble that had been blown down by the "Managed Punishers" before.
It seems that I have passed the sacrificial ceremony and arrived at another place different from the small village on Sona Island... Angel thought about it, pulled out the "Good Luck" revolver from his waist, cracked the hammer, raised it carefully, and walked out slowly and silently.
Going up the stone stairs, she found more traces that were different from the previous basement: rotten wooden furniture, pools of blood that had turned black on the walls and floors, and candlesticks that were completely different from the Loen-style furnishings in the Rorsted Islands.
This made her even more certain that she had left Sona Island and arrived at some unknown location.
Intis, Feynapotter, or even Feysac?
Familiar or unfamiliar place names flashed through Angel's mind, and she continued to explore with cautious steps. Beside her, invisible threads had gradually spread, covering every position, so that once she encountered an enemy, she could immediately launch a counterattack.
But she still didn't dare let her guard down. After being transported to the Trier Catacombs through the ritual at Bansy Harbor last time, she didn't realize until she met her first living person that the taboo there was that if you didn't light a candle, you would completely disappear. Although in a subsequent discussion with Mr. Azik, Angel speculated that the power that made people "secret" came from the goddess, and therefore she, who possessed the "Secret Holy Emblem", would not be affected, but this time...
She suddenly felt the secret holy symbol on her wrist begin to emit a cold touch.
It was a different kind of coldness than the feeling of staying awake in a dream, but rather a kind of emptiness that seemed to be pulling her soul out.
It was as if... as if this holy emblem was beginning to feel powerless to protect her.
At this moment, Angel, who had just stepped out of the room and walked outside, suddenly saw a light above his head. A thick lightning flashed across, covering everything around him with silver light. Then, low thunder rumbled, and everything returned to darkness.
It was a darkness so deep that it seemed to swallow up everything.
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