infodatos Chapter 252 A Fake Ceremony
Chapter 252 A Fake Ceremony
Chapter 252 A Fake Ceremony
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."
After repeatedly chanting the name of "The Fool" several times, Cyril calmed down and curiously looked around while waiting for a response. After two or three minutes, gray mist finally appeared before his eyes, and the figure of "The Fool" raised above the gray mist came into view.
Then he saw the "Fool" above the gray mist casually wave his hand, and as the gray mist surged, a tall angel with twelve pairs of jet-black wings and wearing full-body jet-black armor appeared before him.
The paper figure used layers of black wings behind him to wrap around him and provide protection.
Silently, Sirion suddenly felt a sense of relaxation and tranquility from head to toe, and all his impatience and anxiety disappeared.
After the paper angel disappeared, Klein's voice suddenly rang in his ears:
"Are you... in a mirror world?"
Cyril nodded slightly: "Yes."
"Can you see the source of the power affecting this mirror world above the gray fog?"
After a brief silence, Klein's voice continued to echo in his ears:
"No, I can't see anything beyond 1 kilometer from you. The red layer covering the surroundings seems to affect even my vision above the gray fog."
"At the same time, they are also silently eroding you. You'd better pray to me every now and then, and I will purify this influence for you."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "This could be some kind of extension or variant of the 'fog of war'."
He paused, then continued:
"I need to retrieve the 'Red Priest' card and use its sensitivity to higher-sequence things along the same path to find the source of this influence."
While on the White Agate, he did not rush to retrieve the "Red Priest" plaque after sacrificing it onto the gray fog.
This is an activated blasphemous card. Even if you don't actively activate it, it will periodically generate a convergence effect, causing it to encounter high-sequence items in the "Hunter" pathway.
In Bansi Port, a place shrouded in pollution from both the "Weather God" and the "City of Calamity," the aggregation effect of this "Hunter" route is not a good thing.
But now, only through this aggregation can he quickly find the places where the "City of Calamity" has been infiltrated by pollution.
He worried that if things dragged on any longer, by the time the Storm Church reacted, Bansi Port would be gone.
I hope the pollution priority emanating from the "City of Calamity" is higher than that of the "Weather God," because I don't want to stumble headlong into the angel's lair.
Above the gray mist, Klein glanced at the playing card face down on his right and casually said:
"No problem, but are you in a position to prepare for the ceremony right now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Cyril, who was in the mirror world, pull a piece of paper that had been repeatedly folded out of his pocket and unfold it in front of his eyes.
The front of the drawing depicts a scene of a ritual of sacrifice and bestowal.
Cyril casually tossed the drawing paper aside, then snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
The colors on the paper faded rapidly, and at the same time, a complete ritual of sacrifice and bestowal appeared in the mirror world.
"You...this?" Klein's mouth dropped open in astonishment.
Sirien explained simply: "A fantasy that turns falsehood into reality."
"Although the materials are fake, the ritual is real, and you should be able to respond."
"I found it very troublesome to search for materials all over the White Agate ship before, so I came up with this method."
Klein: ...
I feel like I've been cheated out of my life.
Well... to be precise, the space above this gray fog was turned white, since my sacrifice and bestowal borrowed the power of this space.
He paused, then couldn't help but complain:
"I thought I had already streamlined things and gone against the mainstream by omitting those unnecessary steps and materials, but I never expected that you would even falsify the materials for holding the ceremony."
In the mirror world, hearing Klein's sarcastic remarks, Cyril chuckled, as if he'd been flattered:
"But it's convenient and economical, isn't it?"
"Besides, what 'diviner,' 'apprentice,' or 'thief' doesn't cheat? You'll be cheating like this in the future too." As he spoke, he gently rubbed his fingers together to light the two candles in the center of the ceremony, then chanted an incantation in ancient Hermes:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Your faithful followers pray to you;
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
I pray that you will bestow your blessings.
鸣~
Suddenly, a howling gale swept through this mirror world, swirling around the ritual of praying for blessings on the ground.
At the center of the ceremony, the flickering flame on the candle representing "The Fool" suddenly surged, gradually twisting and stretching into a dark blue-black illusory door.
The moment the illusory gate appeared, a playing card the size of a deck of cards flew out from behind the "gate" and landed precisely in Sirion's hand.
He glanced at the "Red Priest" card in his hand, then snapped his fingers lightly, causing the imagined materials to disappear.
In an instant, the flickering candlelight on the ground, the orderly arrangement of ritual materials, and the parchment inscribed with mysterious and complex symbols all vanished. The illusory dark blue door quietly collapsed, and the ritual was forcibly interrupted.
"You're not even willing to end a proper ceremony."
Klein's voice sounded somewhat frustrated. It felt like someone had tried to use counterfeit money to pay for a discounted item at a store, and the shop owner wasn't even going to pursue the matter, but then the person pushed their shopping cart and smashed through the glass door as they left.
Cyril paid no attention to Klein's feelings at that moment. After receiving the "Red Priest" card, he immediately infused it with spirituality and activated this blasphemous card.
The once ordinary playing cards were instantly stained with a rusty red color, as if they were burning with flames.
In the dim light, a phantom starry sky appeared before his eyes, and each phantom star gave him a subtle feeling.
However, most of them are vague and unclear, making it difficult to pinpoint their exact location.
Two of the illusory stars seemed to be particularly close to him, so close that he could clearly sense their location and smell the inexplicable gunpowder emanating from them.
As he tried to perceive their exact locations more clearly, one of the illusory stars suddenly expanded, ripples spreading outwards in invisible waves.
A sudden warning from her spiritual intuition struck her; Cyril felt a gaze filled with intense malice directed at her.
The next second, the tall angel, clad in full black armor and with twelve pairs of black wings on his back, reappeared, wrapping him up in layers of wings.
A gaze filled with intense malice swept over him without lingering, as if he were looking at the grass and stones on the roadside.
He only breathed a sigh of relief after the warning from his spiritual intuition disappeared.
Then he tilted his head back and looked up at the figure high above the gray mist in his field of vision:
"Thanks, you were so quick. Did you already have the paper figure in your hand beforehand?"
Klein's voice echoed softly in my ears:
"Yes, I had already anticipated your talent for causing trouble."
"That's a misunderstanding you have about me."
With a muttered comment, Cyril withdrew his gaze, holding the "Red Priest" card in one hand and pushing it forward with the other.
Suddenly, a blurry, pale blue door appeared out of thin air, embedded in the mirror world as if it had always been there, perfectly blending into it.
Then, Cyril passed through the ethereal blue portal as if through a curtain of water, arriving in another mirror world.
Then he kept repeating the previous actions, venturing into the depths of the mirror world.
After about ten minutes, when he passed through an illusory door again, the surrounding light suddenly became bright.
The mirror world, which should have been dark, empty, now features towering buildings, concrete streets beneath your feet, and a sky perpetually shrouded in a dark, misty haze.
This is a modern city with a bizarre style.
Not far in front of him, a trolleybus carrying a bunch of spine-like heads slowly drove by.
Behind the trolley, he also saw a rickshaw being pulled by a headless corpse, with a beautiful young woman in a cheongsam sitting on it, gently waving a round fan in her hand.
Whether it was the headless corpse pulling the rickshaw, the beautiful young woman in a cheongsam sitting in the rickshaw, or the heads with spines carried on the trolley, they all turned their heads at the same time and looked at Sirion.
To be more precise, he looked at the "Red Priest" card he was holding in his hand.
goo~
Sirion's throat bobbed as he tried to swallow.