Chapter 497 The Shepherd and the Ring of Tail
In an instant, the surging power of shadow roared out and pushed Olive directly backwards.
The overflowing shadow power spread instantly, and the invisible wind blew out all the candles in the chapel.
The shadow spread rapidly outward with the Candlelight Cathedral as its center.
There was no strong wind, only a spreading darkness that swallowed up all light sources. The two sides that were originally fighting were forced to stop because they were all blinded.
...What's going on?
Such a powerful shadow power...
The consultant suddenly felt uneasy.
Lancelot I...should be a knight on the path of authority?
Why does the ritual to resurrect him sound like something from the realm of revenge...
[Revenge] That is the power of the realm of love, the power wielded by Shadow Tiansi, just like a shadow.
The Shadow of Avalon...if this is the power of Shadow Tiansi.
Does this mean that when Lancelot I is resurrected... he will no longer be the original Lancelot?
When the terminal ceremony here was activated, another magic circle far away in Eagle Cape Village was also lit up.
The ritual array over there was far more complex than the one in the chapel—forty or fifty overlapping arrays, symbols, and extraordinary materials formed an incredibly sophisticated, yet complex and difficult to maintain system. When these arrays began to operate, another ritual array hidden within them also activated.
At this moment, in the dream world, the kingdom of shadows.
Lancelot, holding his spear, swung it three times in quick succession, knocking the sword from the man's hand. Then, with a swift jerk, the spear shot out like a dragon, piercing his throat and heart instantly!
As he retracted his weapon, the strong man he had killed was resurrected.
"Oops, I made a mistake..."
The shirtless burly man was a little unwilling, but still smiled cheerfully: "But you have a pretty good hand - who did you learn that from?"
He threw a pot of wine to Lancelot: "Forget it, never mind all that. Try this, the tribute my descendants have recently given me!"
"OK."
Lancelot smiled, put away his spear and took the wine jug: "It's really good, but it's a pity that my descendants don't know how to send something here..."
"What do you want to get?"
The man said angrily, "You are a living person, and we are dead. Don't say such unlucky words."
"I, a living being, am not much different from a dead person in a certain sense..."
Lancelot said self-deprecatingly, sitting next to the man with the wine jug.
It's always gloomy here, neither day nor night. There's no sun or moon in the sky, and the dark grey sky is always filled with rolling clouds and constant thunder and lightning, but never rain... It's depressing.
However, the lively atmosphere on the ground was in stark contrast to the gloomy sky.
Not far away, hunters were hunting giant demon pigs—these demon pigs would resurrect after death, and their meat could be roasted and eaten. Not far away was a banquet, and next to the banquet were two warriors fighting bloody battles.
People ate meat and drank wine while watching and cheering. When they finished their meal, they would face the next wave of fleeing and fighting.
They were all dead, those who were aggressive, greedy, jealous, and good at fighting. They were the most brave, strong, and handsome warriors selected by the Shadow Sky Division.
There's no work to do here, and the dead don't eat. Dense black bushes produce large, black strawberries, which are used to make wine. And every monster in the Shadow Realm is reborn after death. Brewing and cooking are handled by witches and fairies, while the rest of the world spends their days drinking, eating, and fighting each other.
And the last survivor at the end can spend a night with the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows - in this sense, these brave and strong warriors can even be regarded as the harem of Shadow Tiansi, and the same goes for witches and fairies.
The Shadow Gods control the realm of betrayal and revenge, so those witches and fairies will occasionally seduce these passionate warriors - after being discovered, they will naturally be punished by the Shadow Gods... But this is also part of the gameplay.
However, compared to the absurd, cruel and depraved Blood Realm, the gameplay here is already very conservative.
At this moment, Lancelot suddenly froze. His spirit body trembled and became blurred for a moment.
He heard... someone calling him.
"……ah."
He sighed, feeling lost, "Finally... is it finally over?"
"Oh? Leaving?"
The burly man beside him laughed and urged, "Hurry up, drink more! Drink more!"
"When you are resurrected, you won't be able to drink this wine from the underworld!"
"Who knows, I might come back again. But when I come back... I might be the white knight in silver armor."
Lancelot smiled and drank the wine in one gulp.
As the strong man complained, "Leave some for me," he returned the bottle to the strong man and threw his spear to him.
His body twisted and disappeared, as if it had been sucked out.
At this moment, the howling shadow became even thicker and spread again.
The grass withers, the fire dies out, the metal rusts.
Olive clutched his chest in discomfort and retreated repeatedly—his body was too old to withstand this level of shadow. Grape tried to use the rock wall to protect himself, but even they couldn't stop the permeating shadow wind.
If you look down at Avalon from above, you can see visible shadow ripples whistling outward from the glass island.
The rivers became murky, the fruits on the trees developed black spots, and the stored food became contaminated.
The shadow is still spreading steadily and slowly.
Aside from the moonlight in the sky, all other light sources were completely swallowed up and blocked. The entire world seemed to have returned to primitive times, with people hiding in fear at night, not daring to go out.
The battle was forced to pause. No one could clearly see where the enemy was, or where their allies were. Even the vision of the transcendents was blocked by this veil of shadows, and the ignited flames would instantly tremble and go out, as if in a strong wind.
In the coffin, Lancelot I suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the dagger stuck in his chest.
Then he pulled out the dagger in an instant!
In an instant, the face that had already entered old age became younger at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it were inflated, and returned to the appearance of being in his thirties again.
However, he did not completely transform into the historical Lancelot, but instead became black-haired and black-eyed. The power of shadows gathered into battle lines on his face, and his pupils were black and purple, like a ripe grape.
The extremely strong pressure frightened Aiwas for a moment.
His aura was even more powerful than that of the Night Demon—his mere presence was so overwhelming that it made the surroundings seem so jarring. It was as if the painting style was different from the surroundings... like a 3D character suddenly appearing in a 2D environment.
The shadowy forces that had raced out had now spread beyond the glass island. Now, they were flowing back at several times the speed, like time flowing backwards, continuously sinking into his body. But what had been contaminated before was still contaminated now.
The light returned in an instant.
The candle flames flew up and swayed violently, and the chapel became bright again. Even the three candles on the Aiwass mitre were lit.
Lancelot I opened his eyes and very slowly rose from his coffin. His bones crackled and creaked, and his aura gradually transformed from that of a stone statue, a corpse, into that of a living being... gradually regaining the breath of life.
"Kids, I'm back."
He opened his eyes and said in a friendly, serious, and earnest voice, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
The miracle of resurrection from the dead.
Not only that - it's even a miracle of rejuvenation.
Seeing this, Aiwass paused for a moment, as if an idea had occurred to him. However, the inspiration was fleeting, and he was unable to grasp it immediately.
...Strange, it actually worked?!
How did it succeed?
Aiwass was a little confused for a moment.
He was just about ready to backstab the advisor and kill him.
Shouldn't he have summoned Shadow Tiansi directly? Or, in this worldline, Grandfather hadn't tampered with the Shadow of Avalon?
If the Ritual of the Shadow of Avalon was the Ring of the Tail, then the one summoned should be Shadow Celestial. And if the one being resurrected was Lancelot I, how could his mission possibly include "ensuring the survival of civilians"?
Could it be that the host was trying to scare himself and test his courage?
"……Um?"
But at this moment, Lancelot I was suddenly stunned.
He looked at Aiwass and frowned slightly.
"Have I seen you somewhere?"
"...How could you have seen me?"
Aiwass was somewhat helpless, but he could only reply to His Majesty's inquiry: "I am Aiwass Moriarty. A descendant of Mordred... but our clan are all adopted, so I don't think that Knight Mordred and I have any blood relationship."
"Of course not Mordred..."
Lancelot I murmured softly, "I've been in the Kingdom of Shadows for too long, and my memories of my past life are a little blurry. Let me think..."
Soon, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.
It wasn't as if he had thought of something, but rather he covered his heart which had just been pierced with a painful expression.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and tore the clothes to shreds. A thin snake emerged from the chest that had just been pierced. It coiled around the wound and bit its own tail, forming a ring.
Purple light shone on Lancelot, and an extremely strong transcendent power suddenly spread outward.
——Is this the end of the ring?!
Seeing this scene, Aihua suddenly understood.
All doubts are resolved!
It turns out that the resurrected Lancelot I was actually just a sacrifice to complete the Tail Ring ceremony!
Completing the Tail Ring ritual requires a sacrifice of a transcendental being of the world's highest caliber... though Aiwass still doesn't understand how those who summoned the Fallen Angels managed it...
However, Lancelot I, who had just been resurrected and returned from the dream world, undoubtedly met this condition!
Thinking of this, Aiwass suddenly had an impulse and an idea.
Lancelot I is also a transcendent being at the sixth level of authority!
The celestial officials and apostles of the Path of Love are unreliable and uncontrollable. The celestial officials of the Path of Authority are better.
Or you can also pull down the apostles of the Silver Crown Dragon... They are all Lancelot's former comrades-in-arms, and perhaps they can be more controlled.
So Aiwass reached out and pressed his hand on Lancelot's chest.
——I can do the Tail Ring, too!
He can directly modify the target of the Tail Ring - not allowing the angels of the Path of Love to descend, but only allowing the apostles of the Path of Authority to descend.
If it is an apostle of Tiansi, then they can still fight, which is better than fighting Shadow Tiansi; if it is an apostle of the Silver Crown Dragon, then there is no need to even fight!
The preliminary preparations for the ceremony had already been fully prepared by his grandfather, so Aiwass could start the ceremony in an instant.
But strangely, Aiwass suddenly found that something in his body was activated by this ritual.
That is...
“…The art of shepherding?!”
Lancelot suddenly realized: "I remember now, you are a shepherd!"
……What?
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
But he had no time to ask, nor to explain. As the art of pastoral care took hold, the Tail Ring ritual was subtly distorted.
In an instant, the purple light turned into a scarlet ring.
It was like a magic circle, opening up with the two of them as the center, enveloping them both and completely blocking out the outside world's sight.
If Aiwas had the chance to see the appearance of this magic circle, he would find that it was exactly the same as the magic circle he used to seal the Beast of Sin, as well as the magic circle in the Book of Law!
"etc!"
The consultant was about to ask what happened.
But he suddenly felt a palpitation -
The flame butterfly that had previously landed on Aiwass's shoulder had turned into "Liya" again at some point.
She was looking at the consultant coldly, but she seemed eager to try.
“…Why are you looking at me like that?”
——Did I do something wrong or say something wrong just now?
The consultant probably realized something, but he still refused to give up: "I have something important to say to Bishop Moriarty...very important..."
He refused to believe until his death that Aiwass was the promoted one.
"you guess?"
The corners of Leah's mouth curled up slightly.
She raised her hand to the advisor.
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