Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1230: The "Divine Evil" in the Stone Tomb

As Angel went deeper into the jungle, the noise coming from inside Tizamo Town behind him quickly disappeared.

But she knew that as time passed, the sleeping residents would continue to "wake up" and join the Dream Festival, and the various scenes she saw on the streets and in the manor would happen one after another, just like in previous years, involving all participants.

Ordinary fights, destruction, and releasing inner desires will not cause real harm to the body in reality, but vicious events are inevitable. Those who really die will fall into a slow but inevitable end within three months after the end of the Dream Festival, or they will be killed by primitive tribes who worship the power of the Dream Festival and believe in the "God of Death".

Only by finding out the source of the power that created the "Dream Festival" as soon as possible can we avoid more casualties.

Otherwise, even if Angel took out the "Blood Flag of Salinger" and made everyone in the dream worship her and suppress their desires to get through the night, the "Dream Festival" would still be held again on the same day next year, and she couldn't stop everything every year.

Having made up her mind, Angel continued to go deeper into the jungle along the path worn by hunters, and soon approached the place she had reached in her last deserted dream.

"That day I encountered a hazy fog, and then I left the dream and returned to reality. But now it is the 'Dream Festival' period, it shouldn't be that simple..."

She thought, slowed down her pace, and became cautious and alert. Her eyes kept flickering, and she observed the blind spots in her vision through the mirror formed by nearby dewdrops and puddles, and soon made a new discovery.

In the jungle, far away from Tizamo Town, a huge black stone appeared at the place where Angel "woke up from his dream" last time.

Different from last time... Angel was delighted. What she was most worried about was that she would wake up immediately after stepping into the depths of the jungle like before, and would never be able to enter the Dream Festival again. She could only wait for the next opportunity in a year.

This is also the reason why she did not move quickly through the "mirror world", but instead observed with her naked eyes. Her goal was to find any abnormalities rather than quickly rush to the edge of the dream.

Angel observed the huge rock through the mirror, and without stopping, he slowly approached it.

It was a huge rock the size of a single-story house. Its surface was pitch black, but upon closer inspection, one could see a large number of protrusions and depressions, as well as fine textures connecting them, as if it was made up of countless small stones.

The primitive jungle surrounded the boulder, forming an open space the size of a square. Humus accumulated on the ground, and sections of dry tree roots arched up and drooped down, like blood vessels on the body of a giant.

It was deathly quiet all around. There were no people or animals. Even the noise from the nearby plantations could not be heard here.

In the few days since arriving in Tizamo Town, Angel had already visited all the surrounding areas. She was very sure that there were no black boulders in the jungle in reality, only an empty square that was not much different from other clearings in the forest.

So, this is a stone that only exists in dreams, and it is the only abnormality I found tonight... Angel had a feeling of "I finally found you" in his heart, and he walked around several giant trees entangled with vines and stepped into the open space with tree roots like twisted blood vessels.

At this moment, her eyes darkened, and several scenes appeared in her eyes and entered her mind:
There is a scene where a large number of people wearing black robes, with complex runes painted on the exposed parts of their skin and wearing bone jewelry, are worshipping around the "Black Monolith";

There was a gap in the black boulder near the ground, which was like a stone door being opened, and the black-robed figures around it were fleeing in fear;
There is a scene where an object covered with sticky liquid, resembling a dried human hand and a branch, slowly extends from the inside of an opened black boulder, and is then pulled back into it by some strange force;

There was a scene where an old man wearing a rusty iron crown, a strange robe, skin as white as jade, and eyes as dark as the night stretched out his hand with greasy feathers and yellow pus, and pressed it on the head of a man in a black robe...

These images flashed so fast that Angel even needed to rely on spiritual recollection to discern the specific content of some of them, but the old man in the robe with tears and feathers on his hand made her heart tighten, and she thought of the "Samaritan Woman Fountain" under Trier.

That was the hand of the "Underworld Man" who pulled back the Blood Emperor Tudor who was wandering in the depths of the spring and trying to escape from the "River of Eternal Darkness"!
Is he the one who sacrificed himself to enter the river to suppress the Blood Emperor? Wasn't he holding Tudor back in Trier's underground... no, preventing Tudor's remaining soul from leaving? How could he appear in the southern continent?
Are those scenes just now happening simultaneously, or are they images from previous dream festivals?
Could it be that the power that created the "Dream Festival" was not just a little bit of source pollution, but another tributary of the "Eternal Dark River"? Its essence was connected to the spring under Trier and the real body sealed in the Western Continent, so the "Underworld People" who entered there could appear in the Dream Festival?

Is that black boulder a container, a tomb? Is the branch with black slime sticking out from it the residual soul of another Beyonder suppressed by the Underworld Man?

The brief hallucination ended, but Angel's mind was in turmoil, with one thought after another emerging.

Combined with what the Pale Queen said before, Angel had already guessed the Goddess of Night's enthusiasm for this exploration.

Seeing that the hallucinations no longer appeared and the black boulder still stood quietly in the middle of the empty woods, she pinched the cold holy emblem on her wrist and walked towards it on the rotten leaves that looked like a thick carpet.

After taking a few steps, that bright feeling appeared again. She came from the empty woods to another open space where there were also huge rocks, but there were more than a dozen people in black robes surrounding it.

That was one of the scenes she had just seen!

Was the empty space before an illusion, and this time it was real? No, I am in a dream now, maybe both places are real... Just as she realized it, the black-robed people kneeling around the black boulder discovered the intruder, and cast their eyes over, changing from kneeling to standing, not hiding their hostility.

Some of them condensed giant swords that emitted light in their hands, some held up a set of metal armor that covered their entire bodies under their black robes, some opened their mouths, and transparent ghosts flew out of their teeth, and some had their foreheads lit up, and illusory bronze gates appeared behind them.

"Guardian", "Dawn Knight", "Spirit Witch", "Gatekeeper"... Angel, who was familiar with the power of most potions, immediately determined that these black-robed people were middle-sequence extraordinary people from the three paths of "River of Eternal Darkness".

From the primitive totems and bone ornaments painted on their skin under their black robes, it is not difficult to draw another conclusion: they all belong to the primitive tribe near the town of Tizamo and are participants who are brought into the dream world by the "Dream Festival".

No wonder this dream included a large area of ​​primitive jungle into its effective range. It turned out that it was to bring them in as well... Are they guarding this huge rock, this tomb or prison?
Angel's thoughts raced as he confirmed the identities of the people in front of him.

It seems that the information from the Spiritual Cult is wrong. They are not a primitive tribe that worships the "God of Death", but the guardians of the tributaries of the "Eternal Darkness River". They are a part of the Dream Festival that hides its existence from the outside world. So many mid-sequence extraordinary people are most likely gifts, rather than normal potion promotion... No, maybe it's not the Spiritual Cult's mistake. The "Darkness" path has a secret authority. In reality, these tribal members may behave very ordinary, and it is difficult to find problems even with divination...

Looking at the black-robed people who were ready to fight and approaching him, Angel gathered his thoughts, and the power of the "War Bishop" in his body emerged. He shouted in a very majestic tone:

"Your Majesty!"

She used the Loen language, but the power contained in it did not need to be transmitted through language. It could make the "Eternal Dark River" benefactors in front of them, who did not have divinity, tremble. Led by the "Guardian" who was holding the giant sword of light, they bowed their heads and knelt on the ground again, as if facing the black boulder. Fortunately, there was the power of the "Red Priest" to calm them down, otherwise would they have to rely on the charm of the "Witch"? Angel laughed secretly, walked around the black-robed people who bowed their heads and knelt and dared not speak, and continued to walk towards the black boulder.

She didn't want to kill people in the "Dream Festival" unless necessary, as that would lead to their real death in reality. Even the servants and mistresses who indulged themselves, the slaves who released their anger in a physical sense, and the townspeople who fought in the streets or even hunted their own kind were just victims controlled by the negative emotions and malice absorbed into the dream.

As for the black-robed men in front of him, Angel speculated that they were the executioners who attacked Tizamo within three months after the "Dream Festival" every year and killed those poor people who died once in the dream and would die sooner or later in reality.

They are also just slaves of the "Dream Festival"...

The only thing that Angel was curious about was what the purpose of the "malice" that was sucked into the dream was. If it was just to hide the black boulder in the dream, with the "hidden" power and the protection of these gift-givers, it would be completely enough. Why should the residents of the entire town be involved?
Thinking of the empty look in Amandine's eyes just now, Angel sighed and stood in front of the black boulder.

Until now, the boulder has not moved at all, which is different from the scene she saw of "the stone door opening" and "the arm reaching out".

It seems that it is just a fragment that happened in the past, not a prophecy. The number of black-robed people in that scene does not match that of now... Angel thought about it and walked around the boulder. He stopped for a moment at the place where a door appeared in the illusion and found that the tiny lines were tightly fitted and there was no entrance or exit at all.

If I use brute force to break it, it may cause the source energy to leak. I am not afraid of that. Tizamo Town may be destroyed. It seems that I have no choice but to try that method...

She stood at the place where a stone door should be, stretched out her left hand, and shook off the secret holy emblem that contained the aura of "Blood Emperor" Tudor, the seal of "Underworld Man" and the power of the Goddess of Night, and brought it close to the stone surface with depressions, protrusions and fine lines.

As if saying "Open Sesame", the boulder swayed in front of Angel's eyes, and a straight crack appeared between the originally messy lines, with part of it protruding outward, as if someone had pushed open the inside.

An illusory sound of water came from inside, and a cold, lonely atmosphere enveloped Angel, giving her a sense of familiarity.

Just like the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain"... Angel was alert and quickly took a few steps back, watching the stone door completely open.

The next second, an arm made of twisted dead branches and flowing with black "oil" stretched out and grabbed the edge of the cave formed after the stone door opened, clinging on it as if to pull out the huge body behind it.

As it moved, Angel felt that his body, his spirit, and even his thoughts and ideas were frozen. No, they were "bound" by the cage made of his body.

Now, she no longer had any doubts about her inner guess.

It is the same "divine evil" as Suea and the "bound god" Tolzna.

It turns out that the characteristics of the last "Bound One" Sequence 1 were hidden in the dream, under the nose of the "Rose School". No wonder the "Mother Tree of Desire" controlled the Rose School but could only separate the characteristics from Tolzner to become the "God's Evil" Sua, instead of allowing the polluted Bound God to become a true god. No wonder the ritual of the "Dream Festival" has a flavor of the concept of the Temperance School. This may be the key to the effectiveness of the seal...

Angel figured out many things under the aura exuded by this "evil god".

The only thing she was unsure of was how long this trait had been hidden in the Dream Festival, before the northern continent was colonized? When the God of Death had just fallen? Or before the Bound God was contaminated by the Outer Gods?

Thoughts kept flashing through her mind, and Angel's hands did not hesitate. She was experienced in fighting "evil gods", and she immediately used the mirror substitute to get rid of the "restrained" state. The projections of the "Salinger Blood Flag" and the "Sword of Glory" appeared in her hands. The orange-red dusk light enveloped the woodland, and the breath of conquering everything rushed out, causing the black-robed people who were originally kneeling on the spot to lie on the ground, not daring to move, with short black hairs and white feathers constantly emerging from their skin all over their bodies, and they were on the verge of losing control.

It was not until then that the body behind the branch-like arm covered with black mucus walked out from the black boulder.

What surprised Angel was that this "evil god" was not made up of withered tree trunks and branches flowing with sticky black liquid like the Suea that Angel had seen before, but was roughly in the shape of a human.

He wore a golden mask with holes for his facial features, and the surface of the mask was smeared with black and white oil paint, creating a strange expression that made people's heart palpitate. His body was covered with incomplete armor made of large pieces of gold. In the gaps, black viscous liquid kept flowing, and just looking at it could freeze both the spirit and the body.

The "evil god" wearing golden armor and a golden mask... Angel was a little surprised, but he subconsciously swung the "Sword of Glory" in his hand. The invisible blade carrying the flame of destruction, the power of petrification and the light of dusk was about to "flash" into the opponent's body and completely destroy His body.

Regardless of whether this Sequence 1 Archangel was controlled by the Mother Tree of Desire, since the Underworld Man who suppressed the Blood Emperor was also suppressing Him, it was most likely not a good thing. Even if she couldn't kill Him in the dream, Angel had to find a way to force Him back into the black boulder, giving the Underworld Man a chance to pull Him back into the tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness as she had seen in the illusion.

But at the moment she made her move, the pair of eyes that had been tightly closed behind the golden mask on the face of the "evil god" opened, and the ice-blue eyes looked at Angel.

A passage of words flashed through the latter's mind, which was obscure and difficult to understand, but she could understand the meaning:

"Wait, I don't mean any harm."

Is it...demon language?

Angel, who had herded an Apostle of Desire before and therefore understood a little bit of the language used by the "demons" to communicate, was startled. He tightly grasped the bone sword in his hand, with the invisible blade drawn but not fired, and his eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him covered in gold.

Although she had guessed it, she still couldn't believe that the "evil god" in this dream was actually speaking the devil language.

Seeing that she did not continue to attack, the voice in her mind seemed to be relieved and continued with a smile:
“I sense a familiar strength in you, and I think we can talk.

"Out of courtesy, we can start the communication by exchanging names. I am Napoli Disli...

"...You can also call me, Farbuti."

(End of this chapter)