Chapter 1167 Adil's Kindness
Such a magnificent and beautiful picture, yet it makes people feel so uncomfortable and frightened.
And this is just the "air conditioner" in the center of the hall.
In the hall, one can also see slaves in brown robes, frozen in various corners like specimens, without realizing it.
Some were kneeling on the ground wiping the floor, while others were bowing deeply to the air.
A middle-aged female slave, probably in her forties, stood before three teenage female slaves, admonishing them and seemingly teaching them something.
From the lobby, there was a spacious corridor wide enough for ten people to walk side by side. On either side of the corridor, at regular intervals, were a set of built-in glass display cases—they were indeed glass, perfectly aligned with the marble walls outside, as smooth as water.
The sealed glass display case was filled with a turquoise liquid, soaking the most beautiful men and women of all races. On either side, a man and a woman. Young and old, from every ethnicity.
In each set of display cases, there is a group of men and women of the same race, the same age group, and even almost the same hair and eye color.
They were stuffed long before the advent of petrification.
These marble walls were made of reinforced alchemical slabs imported from Star Antimony. They were densely covered with Parthian script. The dark gold etched text, combined with the gray-black slabs, created a solemn atmosphere.
"What's written on it?"
Aiwass whispered to Sherlock.
He did know some ancient Parthian script, but it was only enough to make out a few words. He pieced them together and could only make out the general idea—much like trying to figure out the general meaning of a paragraph of Japanese text from the few kanji characters it has.
Under normal circumstances, you can probably understand it.
However, there are occasional instances where the connection is completely lost or the perception is completely wrong. Just in case, let Sherlock, a transcendent being of wisdom, answer the question.
“It’s not very nutritious.”
Sherlock just shook his head. "They're just prayers... or rather, witchcraft. They're filled with pompous words, listing the ancestors of this city's benefactor and their achievements. The rest are prayers for his and his family's safety, along with preventative curses like 'Let anyone who plans to harm him die immediately' and 'Let the witchcraft that has invaded this city be traced back to the caster.'"
"...a long-lasting, medium-free defensive curse?"
Aiwass wanted to laugh when he heard it.
Who did he think he was? The Bayards?
It is not impossible for a long-term defensive curse to be established. For example, the main business of the Bayard family - the anti-tomb robbery curse, is a typical long-term defensive curse.
No matter when, no matter who it is, as long as they dig up their family graves, disturb their family tombs, or take out the things inside without holding the token, they will be cursed and killed.
The Bayard family had learned this trick from Anxi. But even they needed to rely on the grave, coffin, or burial objects themselves as the medium for the curse to be effective.
The Benefactor of Rock Cellar City was at most at the fourth level. It was impossible for a single person to cast such a random defensive curse. This was purely psychological comfort.
"This must be the work of a troll."
Sherlock commented sharply, "I heard that the troll wizards in the southern continent like to do this - they take some potions on a daily basis to curse their enemies. For example, they can let the curse aimed at themselves be directed at others, or make those who say bad things about them have diarrhea..."
"Typical troll wizard style," Aiwass nodded. "The most common one is probably the love spell—using a curse to make the other person fall in love with you. If the other person doesn't love you, they will suffer from headaches, weakness, and be bedridden. This is the method trolls usually use when courting... They will bribe the wizards in their tribe to cast a curse on their loved ones on their behalf."
"But……"
Ligeia was a little confused: "Are there so many trolls in the Parthian Empire?"
"How many trolls are laid to rest depends on how many trolls the goblins capture..."
Aiwass said, looking at the solidified troll statue not far away: "These things should all be made by him."
He wore a fine grey hooded robe, his tall and muscular frame making the cloak barely cover his calves. The ritual bag at his waist and the skull staff in his hand clearly indicated his status as a ritual mage.
He was waiting in front of a gate. The innermost part of this straight corridor was obviously the master's bedroom or reception room.
The troll wizard, evidently realizing something, raised his staff high in the air. His other hand reached for the ritual bag at his waist. Among the unaware crowd, the powerful troll wizard was perhaps the only one who realized something was amiss.
But before he could do anything, he was also turned into a stone statue.
By this distance, Aiwass already felt a little bit of difficulty - when he walked forward, it was like a mortal walking towards a strong wind.
The edges of Ligeia's feathers already showed some signs of petrification.
A blue light curtain kept appearing in front of her and Sherlock, with light patterns like blood vessels flashing on it... It was a spell called "Spell Counterforce Field", which was specially used to block rituals or curses that were locked on oneself.
It was already overwhelmed at this moment - if it weren't for the fact that the staff in Sherlock's hand was really powerful, the defensive properties brought by the spell would have been completely penetrated.
"Vignes."
Aiwass whispered a reminder: "Watch out behind the door."
"Ah, I'm watching."
Vines' hoarse, ethereal voice rang out softly: "Don't worry, Master..."
After she gave her answer, Aiwass pushed open the door.
——The howling dim yellow storm suddenly blew through this still city!
A naked troll wizard with hollow eyes was standing in the center of the room, stretching his arms out in the shape of a "big" character. Just from his tan skin, one could tell that he was indeed a wizard of high enough status in the troll tribe, not a curser.
His skin was covered in dense runes carved with a knife, and at this moment, those runes were shining with a dim yellow light, just like the candlelight leaking from a pumpkin lantern.
And in the center of his chest, there was a golden bronze rectangle like a tablet, with "Adil's Mercy" written in blood on it.
Eight thin golden chains extended from the bronze plate, piercing into his collarbone, armpits, ribs, and lower abdomen respectively. They were swaying in the strong wind, making sounds like wind chimes.
He was chanting the same words over and over in the Troll language: "Praise the generous Adil, praise the kind Adil..."
And just at this moment.
Three ritualists wearing white robes with gold patterns suddenly emerged from the corner of the room!
They had been guarding here the entire time, simply immersing themselves in the ritual. As they left the ritual, the frequency of the petrification fluctuations suddenly dropped tenfold, and Ligeia finally regained her vitality.
They carried strange scales—stout bronze rods with a scale fastened to the end, looking like some kind of flail.
"—Blasphemer, don't even think about hindering Lord Adil's great cause!"
The leader roared angrily, and countless gravel condensed into a giant python out of thin air, rushing towards Aiwas!
At the same time, four dim yellow crystal spears slowly condensed around the second ritualist - it was a ritual spell that made Aiwas feel a little threatened.
The third ritualist did not raise the staff of scales in his hand, but instead dropped a pocket watch from his left hand.
Behind the pocket watch was a dim yellow eye. Just by looking into it, Ligeia felt her joints slightly stiff and calcified.
The pocket watch stretched to its limit like a yo-yo, then opened and spun on its own, stealing a significant amount of time from everyone present.
Exquisite coordination, rare ability.
“—but it’s no use.”
Vignes scoffed.
The next moment, countless dark purple chains covered with corrupted runes spread out and tightly entangled the three people!
Three pitch-black void spheres that rhythmically contracted inward like heartbeats emerged along with chains, instantly destroying the Taoist power that was brewing and accumulating in their hands.
That was the power of the law that originally belonged to the Fallen Angels, and was now controlled by Venus.
——[Sin-ridden]!
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