Chapter 475 Flame Demon Carl
The moment the ceremony began, Aiwass felt as if something was blocking his throat.
He was completely unable to speak and even had difficulty making a sound.
It was like having a dream in which I lost the ability to speak.
If you try to resist the effects of the ritual array and struggle to speak, you will only suffocate yourself.
Apparently, Aiwass wasn't the only one restrained. Aside from Sherlock, who was already unconscious, the other three who were awake also instantly fell silent.
...collective silence?
Aiwas knew that with so many teammates guarding him...he probably didn't need to worry about General Carl who was left alone.
So before General Carl arrived, Aiwas walked to the window, raised his head, looked intently at the ceremony above his head, and carefully studied and analyzed its effects.
A fifth-level transcendent arranged a ritual that I, who hadn't transcended the Dao, obviously couldn't stop. However, I could see if there was anything I could use.
The vermilion runes formed three concentric disks in the sky—a triple spell written in the language of the Hellas Empire mixed with elven script.
From the outer circle to the inner circle, it rotates clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise at slow, extremely fast, and fast speeds.
The blood-colored runes rotated like a millstone, making a humming sound that became louder and louder, like a machine starting up.
If we analyze those words roughly, we can translate them as follows:
"We call upon the Constant Self, the God of Oneness, the God of Death and Rebirth, the God of Long-Seeing Ignorance. / We call upon the God of Blood, the God of Eternal Feast, the God of Endless Longing. / We call upon the God of Amber, the God of Remembrance, the God of Inscription."
"He who lives long and longs for death will be the king of kings."
"Bound: Those who have existed for more than 119 years are forbidden to leave this place; Chaos: The flames here are higher than others; Inscribed: Silence."
——This is not any existing ritual.
It was a trap set by General Leo Carl, the incarnation of the fifth-level demon, to capture Shafiya!
This type of range ritual usually lacks the ability to identify friend or foe. In other words, any ritual that incorporates identification will be much weaker due to its lack of absoluteness.
The more absolute the ritual's requirements are, the more binding it is, just like the terms of a contract.
Therefore, the best way is to add a condition that just covers the other party and does not affect your own results as much as possible.
This ceremony is to pray for power from Hengwo, Xuetiansi and Lingbo to prevent people with a lifespan of more than 119 years from escaping this place.
Whether it was General Karl or the powerful being from the Twilight Path, they were all just ordinary humans. Even Queen Xingti was the same—though she was the immortal Child of the Moon, she wasn't very old. Even if you count her human lifespan, she was only a little over a hundred years old.
As a half-elf, Shafiya was just over 120 years old. Therefore, this restriction only applied to her. Or rather, this number was a line drawn specifically for her based on intelligence.
If she meets the requirements, the ritual will have the strongest suppressive effect on her.
At the same time, this ritual array also increases the priority of "fire" type abilities by half a level - it cannot penetrate the upper layer of protection, but it can always overwhelm the opponent of the same level. Shafiya does not have fire type spells. She is best at countering and binding spells.
Therefore, she will not benefit from the benefits of this ritual at all, but will be silenced instead.
When everyone was silenced, the mages who relied on language to launch attacks suffered the greatest losses - at least much greater than the demon incarnation.
——No escape, flame penetration, group silence.
If only Shafiya was here, this would be a deadly trap.
In the game's timeline, this might be the cause of Shafiya's death—she was able to rescue Isabel, but she couldn't escort her to the Theocracy. The Griffin Knights didn't dare pursue her... so it's likely that she had just helped the princess escape safely when she turned back and walked into the trap herself.
But in this world line, the situation will obviously not develop in this way.
After General Karl issued the threat, he did not appear immediately.
About ten seconds passed before an abnormal heat suddenly came from the queen's bedroom.
The surrounding space gradually became hot and distorted, and the plants in the room began to emit white smoke and withered quickly.
Next came the papers.
They began to emit green smoke, turned black, curled up, and turned into ashes.
Then came the veils, which were torn into black holes in the middle, and burned away by the flames that ignited instantly like a spider web.
Then there was the wooden floor and bed, with charred spots floating on it.
The sunlight in the sky grew more blazing and intense, the ever-increasing heat causing the air to vaporize and distort. The exposed surface of the entire Glass Island turned a scorching yellow, swirling with earthy eddies, gradually evaporating and drying up. The green vegetation withered and yellowed, and the air began to smell increasingly strong of sulfur.
Shafiya took a deep breath and clenched the staff in her hand.
——For Her Majesty the Queen!
——For Avalon!!
She silently chanted in her heart, and a silvery-white light ignited from her eyes. A silvery-white ring emerged from the depths of her originally deep blue pupils, and her long, light-golden curls moved without a breeze.
Those who had become confused by the abnormal phenomenon became calm again.
Silver-white circles appeared in the depths of their pupils, and a clear instruction emerged in their minds:
Stay away from the temple of silver and tin!
The silver triangles atop each streetlight radiated a sacred silver-white glow in the daylight, reflecting the aura of authority. Like triangular iron bars, they rang out in an orderly fashion, like signal towers, continuously broadcasting Shafiya's will.
If you look down at Avalon from above at this moment, you can see a circle of ochre-colored drought marks spreading outward from the center of the Temple of Silver and Tin.
The Temple of Silver and Tin itself was located on an island in the middle of the lake. The deep blue lake, once as clear and transparent as a gemstone, had turned a khaki color. The crowds poured out like ants before a rainstorm, forming thin, orderly black lines as they moved outward.
Neither Shafiya nor General Carl used any magic.
This is an abnormal phenomenon naturally induced when a fifth-level transcendent resonates with the power of the Tao.
The next moment, a section of the wall reinforced by the preservation technique suddenly bulged and changed color. This wall, which could withstand the full force of a fourth-level transcendent and was stronger than steel, now curled up like scorched steel.
And then, it finally shattered completely!
Countless streams of flames rushed in, surging like a tsunami.
——Karl was very cautious and did not try to enter through the main gate. Instead, he completely surrounded the entire bedroom with scorching flames!
His golden pupils were burning fiercely, and the clothes on his upper body were completely set on fire.
His right fist was clenched, and his arms, bulging with muscles, were immense, even thicker to a point of seeming disproportionate. The bulging veins on his forearms and hands shone with a purple light that belonged to the path of transcendence.
His aged body was covered in withered, wrinkled skin and distinctly visible muscles. Scars covered his entire body, like wounds pierced by a burning sword.
At this moment, all of Old Carl's wounds were open like passages and doors.
Golden-red flames flowed out like bodily fluid, crawling along the walls like a living thing. From those wounds, you could still see the crimson glow of embers.
——That was the power of the Flame Demon that was continuously drawn out of his body.
If fully unleashed, the force of his self-detonation would be enough to destroy the entire Glass Island.
Even if he hadn't awakened as a demon... he could still be considered an absolute powerhouse simply by borrowing power from the demon within him.
But when Carl broke the wall and stepped into the room, the cruel smile on his face suddenly froze, and he was stunned for a moment.
...Why are there so many people?
The second chapter will be a little later, but it will be updated in the afternoon!
I'll go to the venue after I finish writing!
(End of this chapter)
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