Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

This turmoil also nourished the Bloodthorn. Omar took a deep breath, letting the cold wind fill his lungs. The words of prayer were on the tip of his tongue when he paused, "O Ouroboros, of all things!"

Neither the ouroboros nor the Father of all things ever respond to the prayers of sentient beings. Even the Seven Paths do not answer the rambling requests of believers.

Gods do not need humans. Only false gods need humans and respond to them.

Within Bloodthorn's chaotic mind, countless choruses were constantly pleading for His descent, and then one of His tentacles burst forth from His physical vessel—a living brain submerged in nutrient solution.

Countless scarlet lights suddenly lit up in the gloomy little church, like fireflies in the night sky.

In the arms of the merciful Virgin Mary, the infant Jesus, sucking his fingers, is covered in blood-red thorns. The Virgin Mary watches him with compassionate eyes, motionless.

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall next door, Ulrich's statue, infected by the spirit of Bloodthorn, gradually regained its flesh and blood. Smiling, it carried out a pre-written program, went to the university's cafeteria, got a cup of cold, overnight black tea, sat down at the table, drank it, and then turned back into a motionless statue.

Only the warlocks' shouts rose and fell.

"The ritual was a success! Continue chanting the holy name, and prepare to release the Bloodthorn!"

"Holy indeed!"

"Holy indeed!"

"Holy indeed!"

Bloodthorn felt incredibly excited as the extraordinary elements that resonated with Him were constantly being born in this city, and its thorn vines climbed all over the church like tentacles.

The warlocks, watching the Bloodthorn's expanding, terrifying crimson outline, were all excited.

The great feat of controlling the gods!

Moreover, the one in control was already famous during the Great Plague Era eight hundred years ago, and is at least equivalent to Sequence Three—considering the impact on the iris, it may even be comparable to a Sequence Two deity!

Putting aside whether they can take Mistmoon City, such an achievement alone is enough to be recorded in history for extraordinary individuals.

"Father of all things! Is this the form of a high-sequence spirit? So beautiful..."

"No, Gomen, your sexual fetish is really weird, isn't it?"

"These are tentacles! Tentacles! And they're even thorny. Isn't it normal to like things like this?"

The leading warlock was too embarrassed to listen and yelled, "Shut up! Continue the ritual and untie the bindings on Bloodthorn!"

The sorcerers then refocused and continued conducting the ceremony.

The bloodthorns became increasingly active, their crimson vines climbing all over the church and reaching out towards the door.

Just as it was about to continue extending outward, it suddenly sensed an aura that filled it with immense fear—just like when it encountered King Rudd and his large group of Sequence 4 knights!

With a "pop," an eyeball popped out from the tip of the thorn vine, and there it was, on the city's skyline, beneath the gloomy dark clouds, a red light of His own color was blooming, followed by a bright white-gold light that slowly rose.

Bloodthorn abruptly retracted its tentacles.

But it was too late.

A cry of "yoyo" echoed through the sky.

Bloodthorn did not hear it; He only heard the roars and howls of a horde of hungry demons, armed with knives and forks, about to feast.

Chapter 427 The Time of Feast

At this moment, the ceremony in the chapel has been going on for a full hour.

The Bloodthorn vines have spread and covered the entire church. Even the warlocks are entangled with a few vines, and under their influence, a violent desire surges into their minds.

Then it was suppressed by a pre-prepared ritual.

For scholars of substitution, substituting the four elements is a basic skill, substituting the soul and matter is advanced content, and further substituting within the soul and the four elements is the profound knowledge that can be used to show off.

Therefore, in addition to the conventional ritual of mechanized rationality, the transformation of desire is an essential mental protection ritual.

The ritual serves only one purpose: to transform any emotion into lust.

Although it sounds like a skill from a hentai protagonist, or something exclusive to Silver Palmer, it is indeed very useful—after all, lust, unlike anger, irritability, sadness, or ecstasy, does not seriously affect one's will or the performance of other rituals.

The biggest aftereffect of the transformation of desire is nothing more than changing one's own XP, such as seeing a ritual that is halfway through or a strangely shaped spirit and suddenly exclaiming, "Isn't this so erotic?"

Only by controlling their emotions could the warlocks concentrate on controlling the Bloodthorns' restraints and allowing them to expand further.

Bloodthorn, like eager kittens and puppies, is happily feasting on the extraordinary elements in the city that are constantly responding to Him.

—Conflict, violence, slaughter, bloodshed...

Then it expanded from the small physical container, expanding to almost devour the entire church. The scarlet thorn vines were full, smooth and glistening, their thorns reflecting a cold light, dancing continuously in mid-air.

But just as it extends out of the church.

From the sorcerers' perspective, they should have expanded unchecked, spreading their bodies throughout the entire Tower Street, then towards Fontaine Palace, finally welcoming the supreme being who would manifest the divine kingdom—

—It's like a stray dog ​​on the side of the road excitedly digging in a trash can, when it gets kicked by a cheeky pedestrian. It whimpers a few times, tucks its tail between its legs, and runs away into an alley.

panic.

Embarrassed.

fear.

The sorcerers stared in disbelief as countless thorny vines danced and rapidly shortened, trying to return to the physical vessel.

The glass jar containing the brain also trembled, and the nutrient solution was stirred up into countless bubbles.

This is truly beyond the comprehension of sorcerers.

So much so that they didn't pay attention to the gradually emerging light outside the church.

The leader of the sorcerers was a middle-aged man in his forties with a slightly dark complexion, black beady eyes, and a plump body. The edges of his black robe were studded with gems, barely concealing his protruding belly.

Judging from the extraordinary elements emanating uncontrollably from his body, combined with the flooded seawater, he was already a fourth-order grand alchemist.

Even a warlock like him, who had reached Sequence Four, couldn't understand what Bloodthorn was doing!

"The Great and Supreme Lord of Mercy in His Blood..."

He immediately approached the physical vessel to examine the spiritual traces on it, and his expression suddenly froze.

A moment of blankness froze his face, and he opened his mouth, at a loss for words.

Bloodthorn is desperately trying to break free of its vessel and return to the deep sea! But for some reason, it seems completely unable to descend.

This is unheard of!

The material world holds a fatal attraction for spiritual beings. Like the ravens' wine, their "object of attachment" can only exist in the material world!

Therefore, he had only heard of spiritual beings wanting to escape to the material world, but he had never heard of spiritual beings that had escaped to the material world wanting to return to the deep sea to slumber!

But he didn't have time to think about it.

A blinding light shone from outside the church, forcing the great alchemist to squint and make out the "miracle" outside.

The first thing to be seen is a crimson doe, thirty meters tall, resembling the chariot of the goddess of nature and laurel in Druid legends, but behind it is a setting sun.

A dazzling, blinding light was falling from the sky, and he could vaguely see a girl sitting on a high platform, like an altar, inside the tower.

Countless spirits, a chaotic dance of demons, relentlessly pursued him.

Immediately, a ritual appeared on his back, and the surrounding space instantly tore and displaced, with the statue of the Virgin Mary and her colleagues rapidly retreating beside him.

It was as if I had lost a tug-of-war, and a tremendous force grabbed my shoulders and dragged me up to the distant sky.

Suddenly, what appeared before him were the eyes of that doe, crimson eyes that seemed to swallow him whole.

The voice came from the eyes of the red deer.

The great sorcerer was in a daze for a moment before realizing that it was not the spirit that was speaking, but the girl in the sun.

Unexpectedly... it was only Sequence Four.

He could understand the sun, which was composed of supernatural elements and spirituality, but this tower and the spirit body...

Tia asked:

Where is the Bloodthorn?

"King Solomon..."

The great sorcerer's expression was almost frozen, and his body trembled naturally as the gazes of the four spirit gods fell upon him.

The pale King Solomon, leading seventy-two demons, breached the holy city of Herod.

This history, which was previously regarded as a mythical metaphor, has now become so vivid and concrete.

Tia was a little puzzled and emphasized again:

Where is the Bloodthorn?

Xiao Hong blinked rather unfriendly, her eyes bloodshot, the blood vessels on both sides of her vertical pupils resembling the gates of hell about to open.

The great sorcerer took a deep breath before he couldn't help but exclaim, "My king! It's in the church of St. Pantheon!"

"Where is Sazdal? Why haven't we seen the monks arrive?"

"Sazdil...Sazdil is leading sorcerers and Imperial transcendents upstream of the Shattered Gold River to block the Silver Knight and Blood Wine!"

No wonder she didn't see Commander Hojir or the Blood Wine Master along the way.

However, it's good news that Sazdive isn't in the city.

Don't be fooled by her current appearance of almost becoming a living god; the sun behind her is just a special effect. The temple and the spirits are powerful, but they are all projections and won't last long.

If the projection goes on for a whole day, Tia's temple will sink tens of thousands of meters. If it sinks too much, it will be troublesome for Tia to return to the temple when she goes deep diving.

Tia waved her hand, and the faint threads binding the sorcerer disintegrated, letting the great sorcerer leave.

This wasn't her main goal, and she was also giving Iris some face, since it was Sequence Four after all.

The main focus is still on Bloodthorn.

"YoYo!"

"YoYo!"

Two loud deer cries rang out, and the spirit gods behind Tia also stirred.

Only the bloodthorns in the chapel are frantically trying to break free of their physical form and return to their sanctuary.

But it was all for naught.

—The feast begins.

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Chapter 428 Cardiac Arrest

Colonel Constantine was furious.

As the commander of the vanguard of Nara's Legion, Nara entrusted him with an important task, requiring him to go to Mistmoon City as quickly as possible to cooperate with the Hand of Transformation to completely occupy Mistmoon City, and then plant the banner with the golden tassel on Fontaine Palace.

The ownership of the flag in Mistmoon City is very important.

The Iris Kingdom is wavering on this civil war. Rexar, as Ulrich's chief, still holds great prestige in the country, as evidenced by the fact that Morol County has been slow to send troops.

In the Three Counties of Winter, Nara made a pact with the new border commander of the three counties—her uncle Scott Serasi—that as soon as Mistmoon City was captured, the Three Counties of Winter would immediately switch sides to the royalists.

While there have been constant skirmishes on the border, so far neither the main forces of the Silver Mist Border Region nor the Border Defense Corps have launched a battle that can be called a "campaign".

Either wait for the right opportunity, or place bets on both sides.

Therefore, Constantine had a very important mission to undertake.

He did not disappoint Nara, arriving in Fogmoon City at top speed and subsequently occupying almost three-quarters of the city's districts. It seemed he was about to take over the heart of Fogmoon City, "Fontaine Palace."

However, the weak and feeble city defense troops, the elusive high-sequence superhumans, and the church knights inflicted heavy losses on the vanguard legion.

And the transformative hand—it's been completely useless so far!

Most of the warlocks of Sequence 5 and above with the Hand of Transformation followed Santis and Sazdal to intercept the approaching Golden Moon Bay reinforcements, while the rest, including Omar Sera, severely lacked the necessary military skills.

They are good at fighting their own battles, hindering each other, and shirking responsibility, but they dare not risk their lives to fight the Seven Winds Girl to the death!

Just half an hour ago, due to their dereliction of duty, Grand Knight Commander Kurhan and Ye Haifa led 114 Silver Knights and 194 Ansu Armored Knights out from the north bank of the Broken Gold River and headed to Tower Street and Cross District respectively.

Constantine had no choice but to deploy a large number of troops to keep a close watch on Fontaine Palace, and temporarily recruited locals to serve as security militia and take over the functions of the out-of-control police department.

Standing on the top floor of the Grand Observatory, Constantine, accompanied by his personal guards, looked towards Fontaine Palace, only to see a huge light descending from the sky to the west of the palace.

There were also all sorts of bizarre and strange creatures, like demons who followed King Solomon in legend, slowly moving along with the huge light screen in the tower area.

"Father of all things! Is the bloodthorn of the Hand of Transformation ready?"