Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Those two exquisite cat's-eye stones were something he had gone to great lengths to acquire.

He was so angry with Tia that he said things he didn't mean.

The prophets rushed to persuade him.

The Spider Prophet also advised, "Don't rush, don't rush."

“Master Murad is also in danger now. I’ll try again. You guys help me amplify the ritual effect.”

After saying this, he asked several colleagues to bring a batch of luxurious silk.

He opened his arms, and the silk flew into the air. Countless silk threads were drawn out, looking very soft. But as the prophet moved his hands, pale golden threads flew out from his sleeves.

The golden threads and silkworm silk intertwined and entwined, making the whole thing increasingly tough and sharp.

Ultimately, his resilience led him to control the silk thread with a wave of his hand, easily slicing through the cement floor and leaving a shallow mark.

The Hidden Eye continued to watch Tia.

Countless spider silks ignored physical distance, appearing out of thin air above Tia's head and shooting out to instantly bind her.

Anne almost thought she had come to the wrong place.

However, the spider silk was indeed powerful. Annie tried to pull it hard, but not only did it not break, it also cut her hand, making her wince in pain.

Tia was very eager to learn the prophets' fancy skills.

But this wasn't the time, so she had Anne leave with her people first.

In a dark room.

Clap clap. Clap clap!

The prophets clapped and cheered.

The Spider Prophet breathed a sigh of relief and boasted, "It seems our ambassador is not invincible after all. These golden spider silks were crafted by the dwarven artisans at great expense, but it's good that they're effective."

"I'll hold her off for now. You all go and support Murad. Help Master Murad escape first."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bright light suddenly shone from the Eye of the Secret, blinding the prophet who was spying on Tia, who saw nothing but blazing white-gold.

The Spider-Prophet immediately sensed something, was startled, and used his Hidden Eye to look over, gasping in shock.

Suddenly, platinum-gold flames blazed up on Tia's body!

Judging by the naked eye, the flame temperature was almost above 3000℃, which was already the melting point of his golden spider silk!

—Just as I expected!

Tia melted away the spider silk that bound her and was able to move freely again.

The prophets looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Spider Prophet cursed, "Call the other prophets from the other ritual nodes over here immediately! I'm going to fucking kill this brat!"

The dying prophet and several colleagues quickly reassured him, "Calm down! Calm down!"

"How can I stay calm?! My spider silk! Spider silk that cost me thirteen kilograms of gold!"

The prophets continued to offer words of comfort.

Outside the dark room, there was already a rustling sound of footsteps—they were under the protection of the holy light, preventing the prophets' spiritual awareness.

The prophets, busy maintaining the ritual or completely enraged by Tia, were oblivious to this subtle sound in the noisy basement.

Click, click.

A series of rustling sounds came from the iron gate.

Immediately, the explosives were planted, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

An officer from the Anti-Suppression Bureau gave a coded signal.

Click, click.

The bullet is loaded.

Anne nodded and pointed.

Pfft!

A pure white flame ignited.

Anne's sacred fire began to ignite the fuse, hissing and crackling.

As the spark ignites the flammable fuse, the flame of judgment, which was originally only 60 degrees Celsius, is now enveloped by the high-temperature sparks from the fuse and rushes towards the explosive charge.

—Boom!

"Hands on your heads! Everyone, squat down!"

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Chapter 368 The End

As Anne, along with the "joint investigation team" composed of the Anti-Suppression Bureau commissioners and the Silver Knights, ignited the explosives and prepared to storm the underground chamber, the prophets awoke as if from a dream.

These professionally trained prophets were far superior in combat skills to the outlaws who had broken into the Mercury mansion; the moment they discovered the explosion—

Several high-ranking prophets hastily severed the links to all ritual nodes, their voices echoing in the minds of the various prophets.

"Abandon the node! The Silver Knight has found us!"

"Not only the Silver Knights, but also the Anzu. Prepare for a counterattack!"

Before Anne and her companions even entered the dark room, the prophets had already used several rituals to spiritualize their physical bodies, while simultaneously performing simple rituals such as explosion protection and field defense, and then further enhancing them with their various extraordinary properties.

This is also why conventional gunpowder weapons are difficult to damage those who have reached Sequence Six.

Once these rituals are completed, even the heavy hunting rifles and bomb guns that fire small-caliber grenades in the hands of the commissioners will have difficulty causing them any harm.

Therefore, Anzu has a very formulaic but effective strategy.

—Add equivalent.

The three forging specialists acted like puppeteers, each manipulating three spirits, and binding each of these spirits with a full fifty kilograms of high explosives, which had been enchanted and strengthened by the craftsmen and blessed by the priests.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it would be more than capable of destroying the entire Grand Theatre, let alone collapsing this basement.

This is completely different from the tactics of the Iris and Tianfang.

The prophets, with their far-sighted vision, saw countless alternating black and white death lines converging on them from all directions.

Make a decisive decision – if we can't win, prepare to retreat!

If they stayed here, even if they could withstand the explosion, they would be trapped here by the building collapse and the holy barrier of the priests of the Holy Church!

But before they could even begin to escape, before the spirits strapped with explosives entered, came clusters of pure white, holy flames.

What is this?

"It's determined to be a Sequence Six Holy Grail Ritual. Don't worry about it. Grant yourself immunity to burns, abandon your physical body, and prepare to withdraw from the Sparrowtail Grand Theatre as a spirit."

"The burn immunization ceremony setup is complete!"

"Collective spiritualization is in progress and will take another fifteen seconds."

"Prepare for a deep dive!"

Almost instantly, all the conversations were completed and echoed in the minds of the prophets.

—But the moment the flames ignited their flesh.

Before the astralization and deep-dive ritual even began, a burning sensation ran down my back, followed by a wave of drowsiness.

The "Fire of Judgment" is not a conventional Holy Grail ritual. Its real threat is not the "flame" that is only 60°C, but the indiscriminate "judgment of psychological guilt." Once ignited, it will lead to a judgment of the soul.

If the soul's strength is insufficient to fight against Annie, the soul will immediately fall into a nightmare.

Therefore, what is needed to combat the "Fire of Judgment" is not "Immunity to Burns," but rather a mental ritual such as "Mechanized Mind."

And just so happens—

The prophets not only knew very little about this ritual, but their souls were also exhausted from the intense manipulation of the magic lock.

In the underground dark room.

The silver knights covered the commissioner and priest, and incidentally dispelled the frightening spirit. When they entered, they saw:

The prophets lay down in a group, having fallen into a peaceful sleep.

...................

Anne dealt with the Prophet not long ago.

On the other side, in the Mirrored Hall, which was in complete disarray, Milke quickly finished the battle and returned to the banquet hall with regret but also a sense of relief.

Back in the banquet hall, he walked briskly up the stairs through the still-chatting crowd.

As soon as Milke entered the private room on the second floor, he saw Tia covered in blood, her face half-stained red with splattered blood. The dark red blood plasma congealed, giving her a terrifying appearance, like a demon that had just crawled out of a pool of blood, just short of tearing a child apart and eating it.

And just in time, there was a child lying on her lap!

Only the soul remains!

When the minister saw Holly sleeping soundly with her head on Tia's lap, he was immediately startled. Upon closer inspection, he saw the giant unicorn wolf lying in the corner and realized it was the one who had delivered the message earlier.

He turned to look at Tia, puzzled, and asked:

"How did you get yourself into this state?"

Tia waved her hand and said, "Those prophets are watching me, but it's not a big problem. The witch Anna bound me with a holy blood pact. I won't die anyway."

Tia was in pretty good spirits. She picked out some blood from her still-unrepaired collarbone, put it in her mouth, and found it sweet.

No wonder she had heard of mythical creatures like vampires!

Those extraordinary individuals whose emotions flow like light in their blood are truly sweet blood packs!

Moreover, flesh and blood are spiritual essences, and blood alone has the effect of "cleansing away evil spirits" and "purifying curses." Therefore, her blood is actually the same as "the essence of pure things," and is unpolluted.

This opens up a lot of room for development and application prospects. She could even create a completely new branch of alchemy, "vampire" or "blood sorcerer," based on her own flesh and blood, and then complete a great undertaking for the saint.

However, Tia already had the secret manual, so she wasn't very interested in this one.

She thought for a moment, then simply took a wine glass, poured in some blood, and fed it to Holly. The big dog next to her immediately started wagging its tail.

This is the true Holy Blood!

Not the kind of wine served at the church.

Big Dog originally had some reservations about Tia, feeling that this bad woman had brainwashed Holly by deceiving children, and that she kept talking about things like "Witch Lady" and "Witch Lady" all the time.

As for now?

It can only talk about the Father of All Things, the Seven Archangels, the Serpent of the Deep Sea, and the Creator of Light and Darkness; only the Sleeping Witch is the one true God!

Tia casually dug out the heart and threw some to the giant spirit wolf.

He then pressed the wine glass against his collarbone, patted it down, and poured a thin layer of blood plasma on it.

She then used her blood to perform a simple anti-oxidation ritual.

Tia is willing to share.

The wound is almost healed, quickly pour some out.

Leave some for Annie to try too.

Milke was shocked—so the bloodstains on your face were from what you ate!

The minister sensed that Tia's mental state was worrying and asked with concern, "Why don't you go and study at the university's Department of Psychological Alchemy or with a scholar who is good at mind manipulation?"

"Then forget it, Murad escaped, didn't he?"

Tia wasn't very interested in being a guinea pig.

Milke wisely stopped asking questions and nodded a few times, "That's right. After the Frost Daughter froze him, I copied Ibn's Forging World to trap him in the abnormal space, but someone intervened and saved him."

"Is he a prophet from the Palace of Wisdom?"

"Perhaps—Murad's presence was quickly concealed, the technique was very skillful, it's like the Prophet's style."

Milke said with some regret, "But that's all I can do to help you."