Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Ms. Bernice said solemnly, "Please speak, Your Highness."

Katarina said somewhat awkwardly, "May I ask if you have anything similar to the Trojan Horse that could bring a Grand Mage back to life? No, I mean, I don't mind if the price is higher."

Bernice was stunned.

Even if she had it, she couldn't give it to me!

She gave that wooden horse to Emperor Pinnock as a gift last time; well, her intentions were somewhat wicked.

Because her path is the Unsheathed Blade, and the Trojan Horse can directly paralyze the Empire's logistics system, causing chaos, this greatly benefits her advancement.

It was just unexpected that the Trojan Horse would ultimately be used on Merlin, rather than Pinocchio XIII.

But this thing is something you can only come across by chance.

Where is she going to find another Trojan horse?

"You're completely helpless on your end too?" Katrin asked disappointedly.

Upon seeing this, Tia suddenly said, "I do have some healing potions here."

She was referring to the twin snake eyes that Anne had sent.

"Saint Sulph?"

Katrin was slightly taken aback when she saw that Tia was willing to help, but when she heard that it was about potions, she shook her head and said, "We have tried using druidic potions, but the curse on Speaker Merlin is too strong, and most potions are completely ineffective."

Tia said, "We can always give it a try, what if?"

Anyway, there are two bottles. If it succeeds, I can at least get a favor from someone.

Moreover, the Twin Serpents potion is very different from other potions.

The Twin Serpents and their followers inherently possess elements of "coexisting with disease," "preserving life," and "shedding skin and being reborn." They do not directly target curses and illnesses, but rather transform the patient themselves.

Seeing this, Catherine didn't say anything more, nodded in agreement, accepted the potion, and stood up, saying:

“In that case, please come with me. I will have Alexander take you to the front-line outpost shortly.”

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"At this point in time—the Ansu people should be arriving soon."

On the vast ice plains, the icy winds blown by the spirits, mixed with blizzards, firmly blocked the watchtower's view within a few hundred meters.

Standing on the observation platform, Dongya casually glanced at the enormous shadows in the blizzard. As the icy snowflakes scraped her face, creating fine cuts, she could clearly see the giant dragon dancing wildly in the snow.

It was a silver-white, two-horned dragon, soaring high in the wind and snow, its wings spreading to blot out the sky and sun. Its two horns spiraled upwards, and it was covered with thick scales. Each scale had many facets, and under the polar day sun, the white light refracted into a dazzling rainbow.

Thousands upon thousands of rainbows refracted and eventually converged in thirty directions on both sides. From a distance, it looked like a light wing cast with fifteen pairs of rainbow light, or a spaceship from some science fiction work, spewing out a mighty surge of particles.

As for the dragon covered in light and snow, and Avina Sulph on its back, their indestructible scales shielded them from all light and heat, leaving only a chilling aura emanating from within.

The cold air further fueled the blizzard, which suddenly rushed toward the camp on the hill, only to be mostly blocked by a semi-transparent barrier.

"This is truly a miracle, to be able to merge with the star map like this." Dongya could hardly look directly at it, squinting at the dazzling ball of light, when she suddenly heard a tired voice behind her.

"Great Prophet! We can only hold out for another thirty minutes at most, what about your side...?"

"Then give me another thirty minutes. Also, make sure the ritual setup on the mountain doesn't stop, otherwise we'll run into trouble if we can't fool these spirits and get them to turn their attention back to the main force on the Great Ice Plain."

"understand!"

After Dongya finished speaking, she closed her eyes, and her soul instantly leaped to another silent and vast icy and snowy land.

—The extreme cold zone at the center of the Great Icefield.

Meanwhile, thousands of meters above the camp, Avina stared at Dongya, who had suddenly lost her spirit, and vaguely sensed something was wrong.

The multi-headed giant serpent Palam had just returned from the battlefield against the Empire in the south. With a few hisses, its two triangular heads cried out, "We have almost wiped out the humans who ventured into the Great Ice Plains. Half of them are dead, and the other half have retreated back to the Great Ice Plains."

Avina wasn't really listening. With the blessing of the Destiny Star Chart, her perception of her fate became stronger, and she always felt a sense of danger surrounding her.

Param said with delight, "I must say, Pisces girl! Your strategy was right. Our disguise made those humans too careless during this time. As soon as that saint had a problem, we immediately scattered them into a mess. Sulph, Sulph?"

Avina's unease intensified, and she paid little attention to Palam. In just over ten minutes, she swiftly breached the prophet's camp's defensive ritual.

He led hundreds of spirits of varying strengths and suddenly charged into the prophet's camp.

Avina went straight for the Great Prophet Dongya Bahram, but when she reached the watchtower at the top of the hill and found Dongya, her pupils dilated in shock.

"died?!"

The faceless man with short brown hair had lifeless eyes. He tilted his head and revealed a cryptic smile. He lay quietly on the chair, his fingers clenched into fists, each holding up a middle finger.

It's pointing in the direction of Avina.

Avina felt a wave of dizziness.

Dongya Bahram is not dead!

be cheated!

Chapter 521 The Lonely Avina

Dongya's deliberate diversionary tactic here must have a purpose, and Avina is well aware of this.

It's highly likely that she had already split her forces into two groups, using a feint attack to lure her into a trap, while the other group had already gone to the Great Ice Plains to prepare to launch the ritual. This was exactly the same tactic Avina used when attacking Nighthold, and now it had been turned against her.

This was giving Avina a huge headache—she had no idea when the other group of prophets had entered the Great Icefield, let alone where they were.

Even having two star charts won't work.

Even a star chart cannot predict the fate of a saint, let alone a great prophet of Sequence Two.

Above Whale Horn Hill, the wind and snow gradually subsided. Avina immediately summoned Palam, the multi-headed giant serpent that was wreaking havoc. Its icy breath could freeze any building into solid ice, and a casual sweep of its tail could cut people and buildings in half at the same time, causing them to collapse with a crash.

He was in high spirits and somewhat displeased with Avina's summons, but considering how much fun Avina had given him, he reluctantly came.

Avina immediately asked, "How many spirits are still confronting the Empire?"

The snakeheads, including Palam, hissed and laughed maliciously:

“Who knows, Sulph! Maybe hundreds, maybe thousands. I saw you go to Dongya—she’s not dead, is she? And you stepped right into her trap.”

Avina said coldly, "You knew all along?"

"You knew all along? What a joke, Sulph. I'm not a prophet, you are. But I know prophets, I know the nature of the Wisdom Palace, they certainly wouldn't let you ruin their plans so easily. Otherwise, their schemes would have been forgotten thousands of years ago."

“But Sulph, you must know that the Imperials’ reckless charge into the Great Ice Plains has also given those spirits who followed you a taste of success. If you ask them to follow you, they may not be willing.”

Avina stood her ground, stating bluntly, "The Imperials won't let this go. If they don't leave, let them die here. It's a willing fight, a mutually agreeable arrangement."

The giant serpent Palam flicked its tongue and nuzzled Avina's face affectionately, saying with delight, "As expected of you! Avina, the angel of the ouroboros! You really suit my taste."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Upon hearing this, Avina turned around, surrounded by swirling cold mist. The horns that had been spiraling up on her forehead thawed like thawing water, and a silver dragon slowly condensed into shape.

Avina jumped onto the silver dragon's back again and said, "If you want to have a big meal, all of you come with me to the Great Ice Plains—Tonya Bahram. There are also ten star maps, which you can divide among yourselves. All I want is for the Prophet to die."

"Great! Great! That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear."

The multi-headed serpent's body continued to expand, eventually growing to hundreds of meters tall, coiling around the entire Whale Horn Hill. Several pairs of cold, vertical pupils looked at Avina and whispered secrets.

"Anzu's dual gods of electromagnetism and light, Trakl's horned volcanoes, the Silent Sisters of the Ancient Kingdoms, the goblin worship of the highland tribes, and the soulless Fenrir of the Silver Mist Clan..."

Avina was a little surprised to hear so many names. "These people can all come with me?"

"None of them will obey your orders."

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"The electromagnetic and light gods of Thesis, the ancient bewitching demons, the Silent Sisters, the goblin worship of the highland tribes, the soulless Fenrir of the Silver Mist Clan... Why does this look so familiar?"

Tia flipped through the hand-painted oil paintings, and when she saw the image of Fenrir without a soul, she felt a bit like she was hallucinating Holly's dog.

At the forward outpost, Tia and the others were handed over to Charles, a Sequence 4 Inquisitor. He was wearing heavy plate armor with a blood-red cross, but always covered by a full-coverage barrel helmet and visor, making his face unclear.

He explained, “The Soulless Fenrir was originally an extraordinary creature that ravaged the northern part of Iris and the border area between Solomon. However, seventy years ago, it was besieged by the Silver Mist Border Region, and its soul separated from its body and escaped. The body was later obtained by the Dragon Cult, who probably wanted to refine it into a vessel for a god's body. However, an accident occurred, and the body was traced back to its spiritual origin and became a new spirit.”

Tia was a little confused, but she roughly understood.

First, there was the extraordinary being Fenrir. Then, Fenrir abandoned his physical body to escape. Later, his physical body was picked up by cultists and turned into a spirit.

Tia then looked at the remaining few.

She and Bernice received a warm welcome from the judges as soon as they arrived at the front-line outpost.

The reason is simple: the Empire suffered too many losses this time.

They completely underestimated the power of the spirits. Merlin was seriously injured and lacked the support of the saints. In just one day, more than two hundred inquisitors and other superhumans of various kinds died on the Great Icefield, and more than three hundred superhumans were injured and had to retreat to the Evernight Fortress.

If this situation continues for several months, the Empire will run out of superhumans!

The judges at the front-line outposts were also under immense pressure. Every few dozen kilometers outside, there were rampaging spirits, and the battle line was barely maintained. Spirits would often break through the defenses and attack the outposts.

Fortunately, the outpost still had the protective rituals left by Merlin, otherwise it would have been lost in a single day.

Tia was also somewhat surprised by the impressive lineup of spirits that Avina had brought.

This is almost comparable to the spiritual gods in her temple. Although the gods in her temple are powerful and numerous, they can't enter the material world! At most, she can project herself into their realm.

However, the projection can't unleash its full power either; around 70% is pretty good. As for the Great Icefield, it's estimated that it can only unleash about 50% or 60% of its power.

Tia sent them, but I doubt these spirit brothers and sisters would be willing to come...

Unlike the group brought by Avina, who withstood the Great Icefield Curse and went straight to wreak havoc in the material world.

Tia changed several oil paintings.

"What about the remaining ones?"

Charles's expression gradually turned serious, because Fenrir was the least harmful of them all—he had barely reached the threshold of Sequence Four, and Charles could kill him with one hand.

And what remains...

"Fairy worship originates from the secret beliefs of the mountain tribes and has a history of at least two thousand years. The person who came here is the main body of fairy worship, the Fairy Queen Titania. The Silent Sisters, on the other hand, are a heretical belief of the Theocracy. Both of them are at least Sequence Four, beings comparable to Saints."

"The Sorcerer Supreme was attacked by these two spirits. But ultimately, it was these two who severely injured Grand Chancellor Merlin—"

Charles pointed to two oil paintings on the table—spirits have no physical form and are not easily captured by a camera, so they are all drawn and reproduced by extraordinary individuals.

Tia found the objects in these two oil paintings surprisingly familiar: they were two angels.

However, they are not ordinary angels. They are made of steel cables and wires as skeletons and blood vessels, filled with concrete, flesh and blood, and skin made of artificial leather and cotton textiles stitched together. Their black, hollow eyes are like chimneys, and their huge three pairs of cement wings are constantly dropping mud, skin flakes, cigarette butts, urine, feces, hair, teeth, and even the corpses of four- or five-year-old children.

One has a huge wheel cutting through magnetic field lines behind it, while the other carries a giant church bell on its back and holds a cane that looks like a street lamp in its hand.

Charles further explained, “This is an industrial superstition from the northwestern mountains of your country, a subordinate deity of the three industrial gods, the electromagnetic angel Egshum and the angel of light Miller.”

Chapter 522 Fenrir Without a Soul

The two angels and their chief gods, the Industrial Triads, share the same style. Tia had seen the drawings of the Industrial Triads; they were things that would give ordinary people nightmares.

Like the two angels, it symbolizes large-scale industry and factories, advanced yet backward, scientific yet superstitious, sacred yet terrifying.

To some extent, it also represents the yearning of the mountainous areas in Northwest China for things they cannot understand, just as the villagers firmly believe that Baiyinbao is full of gold.

However, Silver Castle is indeed a land of plenty, not only gold but also mercury. Compared to the countryside, the heavy metal content in the excrement of people in both Silver Castle and Newport News is generally much higher than that of their rural relatives, at least dozens of times higher.

Fortunately—

These horrible excrements didn't transform into any strange deep-sea deities, but instead jumped out of the toilet and slapped Tia across the face, questioning her about how she had eaten such a healthy meal today.

This is both bizarre and terrifying.

Tia now wholeheartedly supports the Holy Church's poverty alleviation efforts in the northwestern mountainous region and has decided to donate more money to the church and take less bread and milk when she returns...

Just as Miss Witch had a change of heart, Judge Charles was about to put away these oil paintings.

Tia interrupted, saying, "Leave these oil paintings to me."

Charles hesitated, "Your Excellency, these are for the reference of the reinforcements that arrive later. After all, there is one spirit that even we don't understand, and it needs to be sent to the rear for professional scholars to analyze..."

"I'll take care of these spirits in one go."

"I understand your feelings for humanity... What did you say?"

Tia repeated, "I said I'd take care of all these spirits at once and send them back to see the Father of All Things, Judge Charles. Even if I can't solve many, I think I can handle seven or eight of them without much trouble."