Shepherd Tantra

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, slaves in brown robes can be seen, frozen in various corners like specimens, without any awareness.

Some were kneeling on the ground wiping the floor, while others were bowing deeply to the air.

A middle-aged female slave in her forties, with three teenage female slaves in front of her, was admonishing them, and seemed to be teaching them something.

From the lobby, there is a wide corridor that can accommodate ten people walking side by side. On both sides of the corridor, there is a set of embedded glass display cabinets at intervals - they are indeed glass, and they are perfectly flat with the marble wall outside, like water.

The sealed glass display case was filled with some kind of green liquid, soaking the most beautiful men and women of all races. On the left and right, one man and one woman. There were old and young, from all races.

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 all reinforced alchemical slabs imported from Xingti. They were densely written with Parthian characters. The dark gold etched characters combined with the gray-black slabs gave off a solemn feeling.

"What's written on it?"

Aiwass whispered to Sherlock.

He did know some ancient Parthian characters, but he could only understand a few words. He could only make out the general idea by piecing them together - just like analyzing the general meaning of a paragraph of Japanese text from the few Chinese characters in it.

In general, you can probably understand it.

However, sometimes there are cases where the connection is completely impossible or the cognition is completely wrong. Just in case, let Sherlock, a superb person of wisdom, answer it.

“It’s not very nutritious.”

Sherlock just shook his head. "They are all prayers... or witchcraft. There are a lot of exaggerated words on them, describing the ancestors of the good lord of this city and their achievements. The rest are prayers for his and his family's safety, as well as preventive curses such as 'Let those who plan to harm him die immediately' and 'Let the witchcraft that 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 or whoever it is, anyone who digs up their family's grave, disturbs their family's grave, or takes out the things inside without holding the token will be cursed and chased down to be killed.

The Bayard family learned this trick from Anxi. But even for them, they need to rely on the grave, coffin or burial objects themselves as the medium of curse, so that such a complex curse can be established.

The benevolent master of Rock Cellar City is at most the fourth energy level. It is impossible for a single person to release such a purposeless defensive curse. This is 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 people who say bad things about them have diarrhea..."

"A typical troll wizard style," Aiwass nodded. "The most common one should be the love spell - using a curse to make the other person fall in love with oneself. If the other person does not love oneself, the other person will feel a headache, weakness, and be bedridden. This is the method that trolls usually use when courting... They will bribe the wizards in their tribe to let them cast a curse on their loved ones on their behalf."

"But……"

Ligia 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 have captured..."

Aiwass said, looking at the solidified troll statue not far away: "These things should all be made by him."

He was wearing a fine grey hooded robe, and his tall and strong body meant that the cloak could not even cover his calves. The ritual bag on his waist and the skull staff in his hand indicated his identity as a spellcaster.

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 obviously realized something and raised the staff in his hand high. His other hand grabbed the ritual bag at his waist. Among the unaware people, the strong troll wizard was probably the only one who realized something was wrong.

But he didn't have time to do anything, and was also turned into a stone statue. At this distance, Aiwass already felt a little tired - 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, "Watch out behind the door."

"Ah, I'm watching."

Vines' hoarse and 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 already still city!

A naked troll wizard with hollow eyes was standing in the center of the room, trying to open his arms in the shape of a "big" character. Just from his brown 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 with 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 spread out from the bronze plate and pierced into his clavicle, armpits, ribs, and lower abdomen respectively. They were swaying in the strong wind, making sounds like wind chimes.

He was chanting the same words in the Troll language: "Praise the generous Adil, praise the merciful Adil..."

And just then.

Three ritualists wearing white robes with gold patterns suddenly emerged from the corner of the room!

They had been guarding here all along, just integrating themselves into the ritual. As they left the ritual, the frequency of the petrification fluctuations suddenly dropped tenfold, and Ligeia finally regained her vitality.

They held 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 shouted angrily, and countless gravel condensed into a giant python out of thin air, pouncing 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 long 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.

After stretching to its limit, the pocket watch opened and spun like a yo-yo, stealing a large amount of time from everyone present.

Exquisite coordination, rare ability.

“—but it was no use.”

Vignes scoffed.

The next moment, countless dark purple chains covered with corrupt 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 authority that originally belonged to the Fallen Angels, and the power of the law that was now controlled by Venis.

——【Sin-ridden】!
(End of this chapter)