Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Dongya's physical body crackled and turned into a piece of ice, which was then teleported hundreds of kilometers away to a camp where rituals were being set up.

The ritual consists of two overlapping, staggered sacred triangles, encompassed by a large circle. However, the area directly in front of this large circle is not a continuous, perfect circle; instead, it is divided into two arcs, one higher than the other, cleverly forming a crescent moon directly in front of the ritual array.

After melting tens of kilograms of mithril, it was poured directly into the ritual array. The prophet in charge of the projection ritual buried a star map of fate, which looked like sheepskin, underground in the crescent-shaped section.

Everything is almost ready, and the projection ritual can be infused with spiritual energy to begin at any time.

Aviana and her group of spirits were completely trapped by her and several Sequence 3 prophets using spatial locks, and they wouldn't be able to get out for at least half an hour.

Dongya frowned, the world before her constantly shifting, reflecting future landscapes. Most of them pointed to the success of the ritual and the complete death of Avina.

It seems that everything is on track.

but.

She still felt an unprecedented unease.

At her level, any sense of unease is a warning from her spirit.

This is not normal.

Upon seeing Dongya arrive, the prophet respectfully said, "Lord Bahram! The projection ritual is ready!"

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Chapter 529 A desperate gamble, Avina

Outside the "Taurus Palace" projection camp on the Great Icefield, four prophets who had reached Sequence Six were holding compasses, scanning the snow-covered landscape of the icefield back and forth.

Because of the polar day, it was difficult for prophets to use astrology on the ice fields. Therefore, they would use more classical divination methods, such as wind direction, wind speed, and the surrounding geographical location, to make effective predictions.

Once they were sure everything was alright, the prophets chatted and laughed as they prepared to return to their camp. They found a sheltered icicle, expertly took out their pipes, filled them with tobacco, lit them in the biting cold, and took a deep drag.

Two middle-aged prophets complained, "I don't know what Lord Bahram is worried about. Isn't this fine? The Pisces Daughter is already trapped, and the Grand Chancellor is probably on his deathbed by now. If you ask me, he's just overthinking things. He should be more worried about us than the safety of those outside!"

"Hey! Who says otherwise? This time, His Excellency Bahram recruited over six hundred people who reached Sequence Six, enough to turn the Great Icefield upside down. How big of a deal could possibly happen?"

"Compared to this, it's all about our many elders in the Wisdom Palace, who are the backbone of the organization. If they die here, the Wisdom Palace will be finished!"

“I think what you said makes sense. I think the Great Prophet should take better care of us.”

The young prophet at the head glanced at them and warned, "Whatever you say now is fine. But if something goes wrong, we'll all be dead here!"

"Otherwise, why do you think the Great Prophet specifically sent us, who have reached Sequence Six, to the Great Ice Plains and gave each of us a subsidy of two hundred kilograms of gold? The few of us tied together wouldn't even be worth that much! The Great Prophet values ​​this projection very much; this is not like the experiment we did on the snow mountain before."

"Don't forget that the Pisces woman has a bunch of henchmen! And those spirits aren't far from us. We can set up a flight ritual and fly there in an hour! Not to mention those spirits!"

The old men muttered something to each other, then shut their mouths and remained silent.

There's no doubt about that. The Pisces woman does indeed have a bunch of henchmen. Not to mention anything else, just consider the spirits that can rival Sequence Three—there must be three or four of them.

The multi-headed serpent Palram, the ancient beholder immortal lord, the twin silver dragons Aranok, and the half-dead cyclops Gothus.

If they really attack, they'll definitely have to surrender.

Of course.

The high prophets in the camp, who were Sequence 4 and Sequence 3, often mentioned that the Pisces Daughter had an ally, a human, and they seemed quite wary when they mentioned it.

They didn't know exactly who she was; they didn't even know the Pisces woman's real name, only that her surname was Sulph.

But the surname "Sulph" is far too common. Sulph means sulfur, the iris, and the female alchemist of the Empire; one in ten people has Sulph in their name. So the prophets were all talking about it in private.

Some say it's the child of Maximilian, the daughter of the Seven Winds; others say it's the child of the Pisces daughter and Anna—as for how they had a child, don't ask. The answer is that the spirits have special abilities.

Even more extreme speculations suggest it is Tia Surf, the great alchemist of Ansu and the lord of the tower.

Regardless of who it was, they were definitely not someone to be trifled with, and the Pisces woman wasn't far from their camp, less than two hundred kilometers away. The prophets on patrol were also on high alert, preparing to return to camp for the changing of the guard.

As soon as they returned to camp, the Taurus star chart was ready and could be projected at any time.

From the dragon-skin tent inscribed with multiple rituals came the voice of the Great Prophet, the Faceless One, Dongya Bahram, and the two Sequence Four Prophets, who expressed their surprise.

The tent is engraved with a time-space folding ritual. Fifteen segments of the tent's interior were taken from future timelines and stitched together with the "current space inside the tent," expanding the interior area to sixteen times its original size, making it quite spacious.

Several bronze pillars supported the space in front, and behind the tent was the throne of the great prophet. Looking up, you could see that the dragon skin of the tent had a semi-transparent texture. Although it was still daytime outside, here you could see a brilliant starry sky.

Looking ahead, it's like being on high ground, with a panoramic view of the camp and the ice field.

The seven planets in the sky revolved around the twelve houses, and Saturn slowly descended into Aquarius. The two Sequence Four prophets looked at each other, then at Dongya, who was sitting on the throne.

They bowed respectfully and said, "Your Excellency Bahram, this is..."

“Eternal Night Fortress – there are only these two that can threaten the ritual. Bernice is too old, and Alexander is too cautious. Only these two.”

The two prophets were taken aback at first, but quickly realized who Dongya was referring to, and immediately lowered their voices to say:

"You mean the Sorcerer Supreme and... Tia Sulph? But she's too young, isn't she?"

"young?"

Dongya suddenly laughed and replied, "For her, this era is indeed too young! But you should be glad that the ones who stopped us this time were so close to us, and there was only one sickly person and one little kid, instead of an encirclement from all over the world."

"Notify all ritual nodes to reinforce their defenses. The Year of Balance is approaching. The Empire will not sacrifice their precious supernatural powers for us on the Great Icefield, but we still need to be careful of some ubiquitous cockroaches and rats."

"As for Merlin and Sulph—whether it's Little Sulph or Big Sulph—leave it to me!"

The moment the sound faded, time seemed to freeze in the world behind Dongya. Everything lost its color, becoming a lifeless landscape like a black and white photograph. Only gray threads were drawn from all things, encircling Dongya and weaving behind her, forming a web of fate.

Six slender, pale arms emerged from the net: one pair covered her eyes, another covered her ears, another covered her mouth, one lifted her under her armpits, another embraced her waist, and another held her feet together.

The great prophet, like a saint nailed to a cross, slowly sank into the deep sea.

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On the other side, the invisible space lock, under the beam of the Eye Demon's rays, became a tangible and material existence. Six gray-black cement walls stretched across the ice field, forming a closed space that was one kilometer long, wide, and high.

With a "bang," the silver dragon crashed through the cement wall, flapped its wings, and flew out of the space lock.

Seeing Avina freed, the multi-headed serpent Palam warned, "Sulph, the ritual has begun, and you don't have much time left."

"I don't have much time left—"

Avina stood on the back of the silver dragon, her gaze fixed on the Night Keep, but she quickly refocused her attention on the distant Prophet's Camp, her mouth slightly open, her fangs gleaming with a chilling aura.

The bewitching eye darted around, seeing Avina staring intently in the direction of the prophet's camp. Countless tentacles shot beams of light towards the frozen ground, forming several lines of text:

That's a trap.

“Yes! A trap!” Avina agreed. “But can I not step in? I can’t escape, friends.”

"But Param and the Eye Demon, you can run away if you can't beat them, you have plenty of chances. I, Avina Sulf, have nothing to promise. If I die, my spirit belongs to you. To hell with the prophet, damn Dongya! Let's finish this and go our separate ways amicably!"

Chapter 530 The Great Prophet Uses the Same Trick Again

In the northern district of Yongye Fortress, at the former Tianfang Guild Hall, is Tia's Guest Room.

—Knock knock!

Vera knocked quickly on the door a few times, and with a click, the lock opened automatically. She immediately pushed the door open.

As soon as I entered, I heard the rustling sound of pages turning, along with Tia's voice, "Has the notification been completed with Archmage Merlin?"

"We've notified everyone, including that princess. But they won't be going to the Great Icefield. They said they'll only help us to the front-line outposts. As long as you're within that area, the Empire will be fully responsible for your safety."

"But this time, their Sorcerer Supreme almost died at the hands of the Prophet, so why are they still unwilling to help more?"

Vera nodded quickly, then said with a hint of indignation, "How could the Imperials be so wicked!"

"As expected."

Tia closed the secret book in her hand, and the several pens on the table, like leaping fairies or dancers on a stage, engraved words on the golden title page.

"Even if Merlin were not dead, I'm afraid the Grand Chancellor would not rashly venture into the Great Icefield. Instead, they would directly declare war on the Celestials."

"A direct declaration of war!?"

Vera was startled, feeling that this was far more terrifying than killing the Great Prophet.

Tia shrugged and said, "Declaring war directly is much simpler and more profitable than going deep into the Great Ice Plains to deal with Dongya and her suicidal gang."

"Declaring war can directly divert national sentiment caused by the death of the Sorcerer Supreme, bringing more territory, more resources, cheap slaves, and a vast market. But going deep into the Great Icefield? Dongya was going to sacrifice herself to help project the star map. Going deep into the Great Icefield to kill the Prophet is of no use other than venting emotions."

Vera thought about it and realized it made sense, then exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap, that's so mean!"

"That's right, they're like humanoid walking nuclear bombs. Provoking them is just a thankless task."

"What river eggs?"

“Here you go, my dear Miss Elvira.”

Tia ignored Vera's questions about nuclear weapons, threw the secret manual in her hand into her briefcase, and handed it directly to Vera.

Vera felt the suitcase was burning hot and, holding it with a hint of fear, asked, "Why are you giving me this? Are you entrusting my child to someone?"

"You're overthinking it. Send it to Westburg."

"My God! Don't do anything rash! You still owe me thirteen installments of that 30,000 gold pound commission fee, I don't want you to die!"

boom!

Tia stood up and flicked Vera on the forehead, saying, "Send these to Westerburg. As for the rest... someone's probably going to be watching me soon, so you can send them to Westerburg. These secret manuals can't fall into Eternal Night Fortress, or it'll all have been collected for nothing."

It would have been better if Tia hadn't said anything.

Upon hearing this, Vera suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She picked up her suitcase, straightened her back, and turned to leave the bedroom.

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After Vera left, Tia hummed a few cheerful tunes, showing no sign of being on high alert.

The fact that there have been no obvious spiritual fluctuations in the Great Icefield so far indicates that Avina is not dead, but the prophets are probably fine too.

It's highly likely that the two sides are locked in a stalemate, or that Avina is trapped.

Regardless of the specifics, Tia held the great prophet Dongya Bahram in the highest esteem, knowing full well Dongya's methods.

When she was promoted to Sequence Three, she was intercepted by Dongya and tricked into entering the fake Sanctuary. It's hard to say whether Dongya could foresee what she is doing now.

But regardless of what Dongya thinks, she is now fully prepared.

Although the conversion ritual has not yet reached perfection after this period of refinement, it is now fully usable.

The secret manuals were also ready; the Ten Books of Alchemy were all in her hands.

Next...

“Regardless—Donya Bahram. Now it’s my turn.”

Tia took a deep breath, then slammed her silver staff heavily on the ground. The mirror on the wall cracked with a few sharp sounds, revealing hundreds of lines that reflected the red candles lit on the table, refracting countless beams of light that seemed to tremble with laughter.

Hurala!

A cold wind blew in from somewhere, clapping its hands as it blew towards the candles, causing the red candlelight to flicker. Tia's silhouette also swayed and shifted, sometimes appearing as a human figure singing church hymns, loud and sacred, as if in a vast valley.

In a moment, it transformed into a lion with a thick mane, suddenly opening its mouth to swallow all the light. Instantly, the holy candles shone brightly, illuminating the entire world in a golden glow.

In a moment, it transformed into a crouching giant bull with four hooves and horns, never standing up, like an offering on an altar, its golden light growing ever brighter, like a burnt offering lit by dry wood and a raging fire.

The golden candlelight faded, and sunlight streamed in through the window. The shadows in the firelight eventually transformed into a soaring eagle, which, with a flap of its wings, vanished completely.

The girl was breathing steadily, her chest rising and falling, and behind her, there were six pairs of angel-like wings that slowly opened. The moment she closed her eyes, an eye suddenly opened on each of her feathers.

The spirituality emanating from Tia infected the surrounding environment and was further transformed by Hermes' spiritual energy.

The light reflected from the mirror shone brightly—candlelight, sunlight, lamplight—a kaleidoscope of colors, as if ten thousand mouths were singing hymns of praise to Tia.

The winds all howled, stretching out their hands to play a rhythm. Together with the dancing walls, they offered a gift to Tia.

They all cheered:

"Will the gods of the deep sea remain silent forever? Tremble in the wilderness, you who call yourself a prophet, you faceless one. For the days of silence of my Lord Tiasurph have been fulfilled, and the time of His retribution will come. He will lift up His sanctuary and return it to the earth."

"He looked toward the sea, and the springs of the deep burst forth!"

“He cried out, and the waters surged like thunder!”

“A great flood will come from the east, and it will cover the whole land of the ice plains and drown their cities and high places!”

"O Donya Bahram, where is the vision you boasted about now?"