Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Snapped!

Santis snapped his fingers, and a jet of dark green flame ignited at his fingertips, flying into Tia's eyes.

The scene before Tia's eyes changed rapidly. The entire banquet hall seemed to turn into a piece of amber, and the originally noisy scholars, experts, gentlemen and ladies were all frozen in place.

Inside the banquet hall, rows of transparent glass chains, each about the thickness of a little finger, reflected the eerie green flames, resembling infrared traps in a science fiction film, covering the entire space.

Santis picked up a handkerchief to wipe away the traces of ritual from his fingertips, and said respectfully and gracefully, "So, what do you think now?"

Sorry, I already know the most important thing.

--so,

Now appearing is Tia Sulph, the scum of scum, and the sister of the scumbag Avina Sulph.

Tia said firmly, “Although I would very much like to agree, Father of all things! My sister is a steadfast and holy nun, and she taught me that I must never associate with evil.”

"Therefore, I refuse!"

Chapter 365 I Will Lead the Way

Utterly shameless...

Even though Santis had seen many extraordinary people in his long life, he had never seen many as audacious and reckless as Sulph.

Why didn't you say so earlier if you wanted to refuse? You've been seducing me so much, and now you're only refusing? What are you trying to do? Steal my information for free?

Using the power of Sequence Six to toy with a genuine Grand Alchemist.

Santis was stunned. He raised his hand to refine Tia's brain and soul into Star Antimony.

However, the moment his power touched Tia's soul, a force began to hinder him from acting.

It didn't come from the outside, but from the depths of his heart.

It was a feeling of fear and trembling.

In that instant, Santis felt a familiar yet ambiguous sense of panic welling up from the depths of his heart.

This is a reaction arising from his soul's instinct; it is a spiritual warning of danger.

Moreover, this fear—even the feeling he had when he tried to fish the Silverfrost Dragon out of the deep sea and faced its wrath—was far greater than this.

How terrified was he? It was as if he had once died at the hands of this Sulf.

It was a great terror of witnessing one's own death again. Although he didn't know where it came from, Santis cautiously and quickly withdrew the tentacles of his power.

Crack! Crack! The illusion shattered.

There was nothing in front of Tia.

Everything in the banquet hall was as usual.

"Antimony sorcerers...aside from creating star antimony, they are also quite skilled in mystical illusions."

Tia remembered the last time her carriage was invaded by Santis; such methods were truly impossible to guard against.

The girl shook her head and muttered to herself, "But now is not the time to dwell on this. According to Santis, the prophets are already preparing to take action."

"This is not good, Ibn still hasn't been found..."

Tia frowned slightly, strolled around the banquet hall, went straight up to the second floor, found a private room, and pushed open the door.

Milke was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and a holy candle was placed beside him. As the candle burned, Milke's skin, which looked swollen and bloated, gradually returned to normal.

This former minister and Sequence 4 alchemist suffered from severe physical ailments and profound psychological trauma in his early years due to being used as a test subject by his mentor.

Tia had also heard from her senior Jeremiah that Milke could definitely advance to Sequence Three if he could overcome his psychological trauma.

Unlike ordinary people who are often stuck on the latter two, Milke was fundamentally unable to achieve the first of the saint's three great works: "the perfect prototype," "the origin of knowledge," and "the grand miracle."

Before he advanced to Sequence Four, his body had undergone extensive experimental modifications by his mentor, making his physical form far from "perfect." Later, he was severely injured in a battle with Sazdive, who was rescuing Santis, and was forced to transform his body into a living dead.

But there was a way. He completely redesigned his body using the alchemy of androids—but this brought him back to the starting point. The numerous experimental modifications his mentor performed on him were the precursors to android technology, and these were all his psychological traumas. This minister was also extremely resistant to android technology.

Hearing Tia's footsteps, Milke instantly opened his eyes, alertly asking, "The prophets have begun their attack?"

"It's not certain yet. It was Santis who contacted me."

“Santis… his coming to the theater was expected, but the prophets’ rituals haven’t been arranged yet…”

Tia interrupted, "It's already been set up. They've set up a Sequence Four barrier that's impossible to spy on."

The inscrutability is a common supernatural ritual performed by prophets. Milke was also familiar with this ritual, and upon hearing about the Sequence Four level, his heart skipped a beat.

This level is too high; it can completely block his perception of the ritual. No wonder he hadn't noticed it all this time.

Milke said with a headache, "Since the setup is set up to be undetectable, does that mean the spatial lock has also been set up?"

After saying that, Milke directly manipulated his soul, projecting his consciousness outward, passing through the walls of the private room, flying out of the silver-plated relief door of the banquet hall, crashing into the corridor and heading towards the Hall of Mirrors.

As soon as he arrived at the Hall of Mirrors, he felt a resistance and broke through it, rushing forward with all his might.

Click!

Milke opened his eyes, his face somewhat grim. "The soul can't be projected out; the spatial lock is complete. Sulph, if you hadn't noticed in time, I probably would still be kept in the dark."

"This is not my achievement."

Tia pointed to her eyes, pinched her index finger and thumb together in front of them, and a wisp of flame was pulled out of her pupil and burned at her fingertips.

"Santis?!"

Tia nodded. "Santis wants to join forces with me to deal with the Prophet. This time, he's not after us."

Milke breathed a sigh of relief. "They broke up?"

Upon hearing this, Tia pretended not to understand and changed the subject, saying, "But if he wants to target the Prophet, then we'll save ourselves the trouble. At least we won't have to face two Sequence Fours at the same time."

"The most urgent task now is..."

Before Tia could finish speaking, she heard the sound of footsteps.

With a creak, Annie pushed open the door and said anxiously, "Something terrible has happened! A spirit has just broken into the banquet hall, and Holly, whom you mentioned before, is here too!"

"They say Master Ibn is currently in the Hall of Mirrors, trapped in a spatial lock and unable to escape! He's currently fighting Murad, the assassin mentor from the Assassin's Court!"

Tia and Milke exchanged a glance.

That makes sense.

Milke's soul was also projected into the Hall of Mirrors but could not enter.

The flames returned to their pupils, and the ritual of countless chains, the [Spatial Lock], reappeared in their eyes.

Tia reached behind her and pressed her hand against the scabbard at her waist, which was covered with cartoon stickers and pink plush decorations, before gripping the hilt.

The heat from the palm instantly erased all the animal stickers and bright graffiti on the sword hilt, revealing the magnificent hilt underneath, gilded with mithril and inlaid with colorful shards of glass.

A green light emanated from Milke's right index finger as he reached up and touched his neck, the swelling in his body rapidly subsiding. "I'll leave it to you. I'll go deal with the Mirror Gallery. The spatial lock there is a separate structure and not very sturdy. I'll try to break through it."

Tia nodded and said, "Minister Milke, it's too dangerous for you to go alone. Santis also has a grudge against you. Take some men with you. After my piercing ceremony, 'Daughter of Frostland' Maximilian will arrive immediately."

"I have my measure."

Tia said no more and gripped the scabbard.

clank!

The Victory Sword was drawn, its gleaming blade covered with intricate patterns. Venom dried and remained on the engraved lines, staining them a dark green.

Tia said loudly, "Annie, have the two great knights cover you and protect Holly first. Then, have all the people hidden in the theater, banquet hall, restaurant, and bathhouse gather together."

"After that—I'll clear the way!"

Chapter 366 The Prophet: Kill Sulph First

The underground darkroom of the Sparrow's Tail Grand Theatre.

Six skilled prophets each sat at a corner of the hexagram. Among them were colleagues carrying ritual materials, hurriedly adding materials and checking nodes on the ritual track.

Twelve Sequence Six and Sequence Five prophets—even for a long-established and extraordinary organization like the Palace of Wisdom, this is a truly impressive lineup.

But this was actually a last resort.

In terms of the ability to manipulate such complex ritual arrays, the prophets were far inferior to the alchemists who were more proficient in the theory of the four elements' substitution and deeply understood the way of balance.

Take this maze array as an example. If the Alchemy Society were to preside over it, it would probably only require two Sequence 5 sorcerers.

But what the prophets excel at even more—

"Node Four reporting! The Hidden Eye has detected Milke leading four Sequence 6 sorcerers toward the Mirror Gallery. Immediately notify Master Murad!"

"Node Six reports! The battle in the Mirror Gallery has reached a stalemate, and Master Murad is unable to break away. Requesting Node Two to slow down the enemy!"

"Node 2 is tracking the escaped spirit."

"Node 3 is currently vacant, and preparations are underway for the ceremony!"

The prophets quickened their pace immediately, frowning and whispering:

"What's wrong with Murad? Didn't you say you could quickly deal with the stonemason? It's been twenty minutes now."

"Who knows, he even let Ibn's student get away. They saw her about to dive, but his Red Knights couldn't catch up!"

"Stop talking, stop talking. There's a reason why Ibn exposed himself in the Hall of Mirrors."

Several prophets whispered among themselves, and in the blink of an eye they saw the scene in the Hall of Mirrors reflected in the crystal ball. The hundreds of floor-to-ceiling mirrors on both sides of the Hall of Mirrors had all turned into Ibn's weapons.

He held a hammer in his hand and slammed it hard against the wall, causing the spatial lock that had been binding the Mirror Gallery to loosen.

Then, under the blessing of the Sequence Four Ritual "Forging the World", all the floor mirrors were transformed into any door.

This famous hammer-forging ritual can use any object to exercise the power of a "creator," creating a space inside the object, similar to a spatial ring or a storage pouch in a fantasy story, which continues for twenty-four hours.

The specific size of the forging space depends on the craftsman's own understanding of "space".

Ibn was a craftsman skilled in carving and creating artificial humans, but he was not proficient in this art. However, he cleverly used hundreds of mirrors as a whole to create space, so much so that he could move freely in and out of the mirrors and even project his own stone statues into the mirrors.

If an enemy were to rashly intrude, he could immediately end the ritual, trapping the enemy in this abnormal space destined to collapse.

Behind Murad, the moonlight rolled in the black mud, its radiance about to destroy the mirror, but it was blocked by the stone statues that flew out of the mirror, leaving him helpless.

He has now found himself in a passive position!

The prophet, who was overseeing the locking of the Mirror Gallery space, was sweating profusely and said hastily, "We can't delay any longer! Jeremiah will notice us in at most another hour."

"Node Two should abandon the pursuit of the escaping spirit and prepare to support Murad, creating an opportunity for him!"

"understand!"

"Node One!"

"exist!"

"Assist in reinforcing the inaccessibility and spatial locks to buy us as much time as possible. If Murad hasn't dealt with Ibn by the end of an hour, immediately retrieve the node and prepare to evacuate!"

The prophet, who was summoned, quickly responded and took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although they were colleagues and could be considered superiors, they couldn't possibly accompany Murad to his death!

Not to mention, killing Iben wasn't even on their itinerary when they came to the Iris Flower Garden. If they died here and their souls were sent back to the Palace of Wisdom, they wouldn't be able to explain themselves.

The prophet who was reinforcing the space lock was named Bachman. He was a young man with short flaxen hair and a well-maintained face, looking only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old.

He is an enlightened being who rose through the ranks from an apprenticeship, having done a lot of hard labor for his mentor in his early years, and he is quite quick to get things done now.

Bachmann brought several pieces of lapis lazuli, which he inlaid into several grooves of the six-pointed star array. He pressed them down hard, then used a ceremonial knife to smooth the surface. Just as he was about to set up the ceremony, he observed that the space lock, which had been relatively stable, suddenly broke off.

To be precise... the spatial locks in the banquet hall were broken?

Was this done by Minister Milke?

Although this former minister was virtually unknown in the secular world except as an "interim minister," he was indeed a genuine Sequence Four. He was also a leading figure in ritual studies, with a work known as the "Seventh Secret of the New Century," titled "On the Law of Similarity in Simulated Ritual."

This monumental work, which details the workings of rituals from the alchemist's perspective, was known even to Bachmann, who was far away in the world.

Milke could very well have severed the space lock.

But he clearly remembered that Milke had just arrived at the Hall of Mirrors!

That is......

Before Bachmann could think, a sharp pain shot through his throat, as if a red-hot nail had been driven into it. The force of the impact jolted his head back, and a cold sensation invaded his body.