Chapter 1165 Adil's Product Display
After Aiwas treated Dongya and got a rough idea of the strength of the curse, he went back and reorganized his team.
——The power of the seventh level curse is not something that ordinary people can withstand.
People like the ritualist Ibn or Anar couldn't withstand a curse of this magnitude. Even if Aiwass could remove the curse, he couldn't just slowly move past it, removing it three steps at a time.
At least you need to have a certain degree of resistance to the curse.
Isabel didn't dare come—she wasn't afraid, and was curious about the petrified Rock City. But she was worried that the curse would have a negative impact on her unborn child, so she chose to play it safe.
Sherlock wasn't really afraid of curses.
Mithraic class, upon reaching the fifth energy level, ignited the Sun's Fire, possessing the power of devotion—the majesty of light and fire. With this power, his "spiritual-physical disorder" was completely healed.
By casting a spell to resist the curse on himself in advance, he was able to enter the Rock Cellar City for a period of time.
Next was Ligeia. As an ascended sorcerer, her resistance was strong enough to allow her to survive in any environment. Furthermore, her current winged form also provided sufficient resistance to negative status effects. And then there was Lily, hiding in Aiwass's shadow.
With Ligeia as a tank and Aiwass as a healer, they were a fairly standard light elite team. Although Anar wanted to tag along, Aiwass firmly ordered the snakemen to keep an eye on her and prevent her from doing anything rash—he didn't want to be distracted by protecting squishy NPCs while exploring the dungeon.
This is true even if the strength of this copy is not high.
Just in case, Aiwass switched his Sin Beast and summoned Vignes, letting the little crow stand on his shoulders.
However, in order to prevent themselves from getting lost in this damn desert and to preserve their energy, they did not continue their trek in the desert.
The Serpent Man Temple, as the core transit point for the Runren of Rock Cellar City, has a secret passage leading directly to the underground of Rock Cellar City. In fact, if you go the other way, you can also directly enter Rock Cellar City through the underground secret passage.
As for the problem of the export being sealed by petrochemicals, it was the least of their worries.
"--arrive."
Aiwass said.
When he entered the tunnel earlier, he lifted the illusion cast by Isabel, allowing the antlers on his head to be fully revealed.
The faint light they emit is enough to serve as a light source in the dim underground passage, and it is also much safer than torches.
——Although they don’t really need lighting.
Ligeia, having evolved twice, already possessed night vision. Lily simply hid in Aiwass's shadow and followed him with a single click. Only Sherlock needed lighting... and he could also cast a spell that granted him night vision.
After being blessed by Aiwass with a speed-boosting blessing spell, they easily covered a three-hour journey in less than an hour—a distance that would have taken at least eight hours in the desert outside, assuming they hadn't lost their way.
Because of this, Aiwass and his party arrived at Rock Cellar City quite early. It was not yet dusk, and the sun had not yet set.
Although the petrification curse did block the passage to the outside, some tiny rays of sunlight pierced in through the stone wall like needles.
The dusk glow coated the grayish-white city with a layer of honey-like shell, making the entire city look like an insect specimen encased in giant amber.
"Let me do it."
Sherlock glanced at Ligeia, who was about to punch the door, and sighed helplessly: "Don't break it... maybe someone will need it later."
As he spoke, he raised the sapphire staff in his hand and paused slightly.
A khaki magic circle instantly materialized—the stone in front dissolved into mud, flowing to both sides. Sunset sunlight poured in like water, but they didn't even have time to adjust to the sunlight, simply following it out.
Immediately afterwards, the mud flowed back on its own and sealed the entrance again.
This seems to be a "dead end" in a remote alley.
“Wow.”
Aiwass looked up and couldn't help sighing, "It's a good thing I didn't bring them here."
The whole city was shrouded in an amber halo.
The power of the quiet curse is like a tide, rising rhythmically in waves, constantly reinforcing the curse.
Priestess Dongya probably couldn't even perceive this level of invisible power. Aiwass had to rely on his special vision to clearly see the ripples of the curse.
This also means another thing -
"This is definitely not a one-time release of power ritual like [Deployment] or [Detonation]. Rather, it's more akin to [Transmission] or [Sacrifice]."
Aiwass said with narrowed eyes.
"What's the meaning?"
Ligeia made a puzzled sound.
"That means it's continuously effective... or even continuously cast."
Sherlock said leisurely, "If you could explain it more clearly..."
As he spoke, he looked at the city that had suddenly come to a standstill due to the curse.
The woman holding the earthenware jar of water kept looking up in astonishment, the splashing water droplets condensed into tiny quartz crystals in the air;
The sentries on the city walls seemed to want to strike the gong to sound the alarm, but the sound waves also manifested in the amber, radar-like fluctuations, transforming into sandstone veins visible to the naked eye;
The guard raised his head and roared, his throat and mouth bulging, his right hand holding the scimitar raised with a raised finger, and the half-drawn scimitar was also covered with a layer of gray.
The slave child, holding his head, curled up with his eyes closed, as if it was not a petrifying curse, but the whip raised by the master;
The frightened camel still held one leg raised, and the innocently affected sand lizard was transformed into a grayish-white stone statue as it ran, its tail still maintaining the arc of its escape, sticking to the wall...
People's faces were filled with panic, shock, and fear... The distorted faces looked like tortured souls in the hot spring of hell, or like they were cast alive and solidified into wax figures.
"...that is, the ritualist who prepared the curse medium should still be here. They will probably die too - in a large-scale curse ceremony of this scale, it is basically impossible to distinguish between friend and foe." Sherlock said sarcastically.
Otherwise, the curse imposed would be too easy to break - even if the curse cannot be broken, it doesn't matter, you just need to obtain the identity of "friendly".
This kind of curse, which requires continuous casting, requires the direct sacrifice of one or more ritualists.
Its essence is a "single-soldier shoulder-supported nuclear bomb."
The kind with a range shorter than the killing radius.
Sherlock said calmly, "Clearly, this small border town has dealt with something truly massive. This isn't a simple assertion of authority, but premeditated murder, a street fight. It's like executing a thief with a saturation artillery barrage. It doesn't seem right in any way... Perhaps the key lies in the slate."
"No," Aiwass shook his head. "I think the key lies in the antimony."
"It's more about war than about the stars."
Sherlock scoffed. "I think we're talking about pretty much the same thing."
"What? What are you talking about?"
Ligeia, the only angel who hadn't kept up, was a little confused. "No, gentlemen... could you explain it to me in a way I can understand?"
"—This isn't punishment, nor even war. It's an 'arms showcase.'"
Aiwass said: "Just as there is a delay in us receiving news from the Sabbath...there is also a delay in Sabbath receiving news from the outside world.
"Perhaps the benevolent ruler of Heaven City heard that Xingtan was at war and planned to sell Xingtan this 'petrification curse ritual' that could instantly turn the tide of battle. This city is closest to Xingtan, so it has the 'fortune' of becoming a showcase for this ritual weapon.
"Rock Cellar City did nothing wrong. They simply couldn't afford the 'ransom' offered by the benevolent leader of Heaven City. He hoped that Rock Cellar City would refuse to pay, thus giving him an excuse to act. In other words, the ransom he initially demanded was merely an excuse to kill the people of that city with a clear conscience."
"—hypocritical human."
The little crow sneered, "They are no different from the nobles of Herasil."
"Humanity has been repeating the same mistakes since ancient times. Judging from the fluctuations in the ritual, there are probably still people alive inside to maintain the ritual. I really don't know what price Adil paid them..."
Aiwass sighed and swallowed the rest of his words.
He looked towards the petrified mansion of the Good Lord in the city and said, "Let's go to the core area. The core of the ritual may be there."
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