Chapter 709: The truth about Winding Hill (mission completed/please vote for this big chapter)
As the pattern covering the city lit up, streaks of purple light appeared in the sky above the Central Park, like a paintbrush sketching in the void.
"Reverse magic circle? Who do you want to contact?"
Velonte looked up at the sky, his face as sinking as water. Although his body began to recover, he was still in a dying state and could not move much.
The so-called inversion array is a special method of painting ritual arrays. This array is to first draw a huge basic array on the ground. After the array is formed, it will be 'inverted' in the core area and in the air.
Form the magic circle that the ritual performer really needs.
The disadvantage of this kind of array is that it consumes materials, is costly, and is labor-intensive.
The advantage is that the error tolerance is extremely high. Once it is painted, no matter how good the painter is, the final inverted formation will generally win the favor of the gods, making the ceremony easier.
And even if part of the basic magic circle is destroyed, it will not affect the structure of the ritual magic circle after the final inversion.
This city is filled with the power of Meandering Hill, so once the ceremony begins, if the power of Meandering Hill interferes, it is possible to directly 'erase' part of the ritual circle.
The basic array of the normal array is the ritual array, which has high requirements for completeness. If the array is destroyed during the ceremony, the ceremony will be forcibly interrupted. However, the reverse array has a fault tolerance rate, so there is no need to worry about this problem.
Of course, for He Ao, this kind of magic circle has another advantage, that is, the inversion magic circle does not need to draw any basic magic circle in the core area that ultimately forms the real ritual magic circle.
Now the ritual circle appears in the sky above the Central Park, but in fact there is no basic magic circle painted in this park. This can prevent Virunte from noticing something is wrong and reduce the possibility of making mistakes.
In fact, the purpose of delaying these three minutes was not just to kill Virente, but to gain more time for painting the basic magic circle.
He Ao's mission was actually to hold off Virunte, preventing him from discovering the magic circle he was painting, and then waiting for the soldiers of the Nolanka Mercenary Group to finish painting the final magic circle.
The anti-phase array was generated very quickly. While Virente was speaking, a huge purple heart-shaped pattern was outlined above the two people's heads and above the Central Park.
The noisy dance music seemed to have received some obvious stimulation and became more powerful.
Some kind of desire from human instinct is ready to move under the dim purple light.
He Ao slowly raised his blood-stained hands, his old body standing in the silent night and city, "I have gained it,"
At this moment, Vironte's distorted old face turned into one of horrifying horror.
The old voice echoed in the silent night,
"Everything in the world is nothingness, and the eternal universe returns to joy."
Initiating the Desire Witch's communication ritual requires extreme emotions. Even He Ao himself didn't know what emotions he was feeling at the moment.
Maybe it's hatred, or maybe it's love.
For some reason, Kawei sat on the bus and looked at the white hair on the back of his head, and Jia Qian appeared in his field of vision holding the ice cream over.
A slight smile appeared on his lips.
Vast and infinite power descended from the sky.
A figure with a graceful and hazy figure, like the ultimate perfection in the world, appeared in He Ao's mind.
The first moment this figure arrived, her beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
Even across a seemingly infinite distance, it seems to make people feel pity and full of desire.
"You colluded with the Desire Witch!??"
Virunte's angry roar rang in He Ao's ears, "You accepted the gift from the Winding Hill and actually colluded with the Desire Witch! You traitor! Heretic!
!Evil traitor!
!”
But He Ao did not respond to him, but stared at the beautiful phantom that symbolized the witch of desire.
The reason why the Desire Witch frowned was naturally not that his identity was discovered.
But it comes from the power of the winding hills.
He Ao actually felt it as early as the first time he entered the winding hill.
The interior of Winding Hill is filled with the power of another familiar god.
As someone who had received the lightning sent by the Desire Witch, he knew very well that it was the Divine Punishment Thunder of the Desire Witch. The all-destroying thunder raged in the deepest part of the Winding Hill, trying to destroy everything at the core of the Winding Hill.
In fact, the pollution of the entire winding hill, the noisy dance that arouses desire, is also mixed with the power of the desire witch.
Obviously, the relationship between the owner of Winding Hill, the being above the dead angel, and the Desire Witch is not very good.
It is even possible that the owner of Winding Hill was killed by the Desire Witch herself.
He Ao looked at the beautiful phantom and sent his 'prayer' to it.
"Ms. Desire Witch, with the help of the great God of Knowledge, the great existence standing on the eternal winding hill is about to return. I now clearly warn you that your death is coming.
"If you don't want to be skinned and cramped by our great existence, quickly show your sincerity and your weak little body that everyone knows. Our winding hills need fresh sacrifices to revive them.
I hope you take care of yourself!"
Silence, silent silence.
The whole world seemed to have fallen into a strange darkness.
Even Valente's roar became mute. He looked at the sky in fear, and the pressure from his soul made him tremble unconsciously.
He didn't know what He Ao had done, but he knew that there was some kind of terrifying, incomprehensible, incomprehensible existence that was trying to come.
The next second, above the ritual circle formed by brilliance and under the valley hanging upside down in the sky, the dark void suddenly rippled like water waves.
Countless purple rays of light overflowed from the rippling void, like a brilliant sun gathering in the sky. Finally, the purple sun suddenly shrank.
A beautiful figure appeared in the sky.
No one can tell her gender, and no one can see her appearance clearly, but everyone understands at this moment,
This is the most perfect 'beauty' in the world, regardless of male or female.
People in the city didn't see her, but everyone's heartbeats started beating at this moment.
And this perfect figure lowered his head and glanced at He Ao on the ground. At that moment, the flesh and blood on He Ao suddenly exploded, and countless blood dyed him like a red-purple bloody man.
But she didn't do anything else. Instead, she looked up at the sky and the overhanging hills.
Endless purple thunder exploded around her, turning into a surging ocean of thunder that traveled upward through the void and accurately fell into the hills.
The huge hills trembled violently at this moment, and countless hills rose and fell, turning into lines and intertwined with thunder.
The twisted pollution was rampant in He Ao's mind, trying to tear his body apart, twist his will, and make him crawl at the feet of the existence in the sky that could not be looked up to.
This is the projection of a god in his full glory. Just one look has the power to destroy everything.
But He Ao did not fall. He turned around staggeringly and walked to Virunte's side step by step.
He just stared at the old man calmly, and then before he spoke, he slowly moved his head to make him look at the sky.
Virent seemed to still be ready to scold him for colluding with the Desire Witch, but suddenly he heard a slow and old voice coming from his ear, "Do you want to know the truth about the Winding Hill?"
Then an arm covered in blood pointed to the sky.
Vironte was stunned and looked in the direction of the arm.
Under the huge ocean of purple thunder, the original hills evaporated like boiling water falling into the flames, revealing something deeper inside.
That is the heart of the Winding Hills, a place where Valente has never been.
That was the place where the body of that high-ranking being should be stored, with the hope of being promoted to an angel, according to the knowledge given to him by Winding Hill.
At this moment, with the help of his connection with the Winding Hill, he could 'see clearly' the original appearance of the place under the purple thunder that destroyed everything.
There was nothing there.
There is only the purple thunder that seems to have been there forever, destroying everything endlessly.
Yes, he should have discovered it long ago.
Since he could find the information about Winding Hills left by his predecessors, weren't there crazy people who did the same thing as him in the ancient cataclysmic era?
The things have been taken away a long time ago?
No, after everyone came into contact with the Winding Hill, they never seemed to doubt what was inside. The Winding Hill has also been attracting people to make sacrifices, but those who made sacrifices never happened again.
This in itself is a kind of 'pollution' that affects cognition.
I'm afraid that there was nothing in that towering hill from the beginning. This huge hill was just an empty shell, an empty shell that was deliberately disguised by a high-ranking being to deceive those who came after.
So it turns out that what he has been pursuing is just such an empty shell?
He didn't feel sad, he just wanted to laugh and laugh out loud.
【mission completed】
[This task evaluation is being settled...]
[Will return to the original world after 90 seconds]
【Return immediately (90)】
The old and hoarse laughter echoed in the endless darkness, under the overhanging hills and the unseen phantom of the gods.
After the Desire Witch descended, purple thunder enveloped the Winding Hill, and lost the infusion of the power of the Winding Hill, Vironte's aura has declined, and death is approaching step by step.
At this moment, He Ao placed his bloody palm on the wound on his chest.
Some kind of huge attraction overflowed from He Ao's palm, gathering the extraordinary in his blood, and then poured into He Ao's body.
This is a kind of mutual attraction between talent sequences of the same path.
Just like the auxiliary materials can attract the talent sequence from the body of the deceased, it is just that the attraction is greater and stronger.
However, this does not seem to be the attraction of low-level talent sequences to high-level talent sequences, but rather like the "absorption" of some high-level talent sequences from the power of the same pathway.
He did not mobilize his strength to resist He Ao's absorption.
He just turned his head and looked at He Ao beside him, "It turns out...it turns out..."
The thunder that filled the sky enveloped everything.
When the hills hanging upside down in the sky finally began to fall apart, the beauty slowly turned her head and looked at the city central park below her.
Huge thunder waves fell from the sky and enveloped the entire park.
The chessboard placed quietly next to it shook. The white king trembled and fell from the edge of the chessboard.
The next second, thunder swept across the chessboard, swallowing up the only black rook on the chessboard.
Swallowed everything in Central Park.
boom--
After losing the ritual host, the ritual circle in the sky collapsed.
Without the ceremony host as a positioning coordinate, the perfect phantom also dissipated little by little.
She kept looking at the ground beneath her feet, looking at the nothingness after the raging thunder.
The flashing purple thunder gathered in front of her, but eventually disappeared along with her figure.
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St. John City·South Gate
The magnificent glorious giant sword cut the flying mecha in half, and a figure came out of the flames like a gust of wind, flew towards the man behind the flames, and chopped it down with one sword.
Bran raised his head and glanced above. The dagger in his hand was pulled into a thin sword and raised above his head.
boom--
With a loud roar, the glorious sword struck the thin sword, knocking half of Bran into the ground.
Immediately, the light dissipated, revealing a giant sword, and the appearance of Fess in torn clothes behind the giant sword.
"Faith, I haven't seen you for so many years, but your power has become so strong?"
Bran, who blocked Fess's sword, was in a much worse condition than Fess. His whole body was covered with large and small scars, and his body was dyed red with blood that overflowed with yellow light.
"Because I've always been on the right path."
Faith raised his giant sword and slashed horizontally.
Bran held the rapier upright in front of him, then took another strike with force, and flew out along the ground, destroying dozens of giant trees that were hugging him behind him.
The two of them were no longer in the city at the moment.
After realizing that Fez was stronger than he expected, in order to prevent Fez from going to Central Park to interfere with the ceremony, Bran chose to fight and retreat, luring Fez to the south gate, and then letting the mercenaries controlling the south gate open the door.
Led Feis out of the city.
Seeing Bran staggering up from the ground, Faith rushed over with a giant sword raised, "Bran, it's not too late to surrender now."
Bran raised his head and glanced at the city behind Feis, at the upside-down hills in the sky, and raised his sword to fight Feis, "Fate will take care of us!"
And the moment he finished saying this, the two of them thought at the same time, stopped what they were doing, separated their bodies, and looked at the city behind them.
A vast and terrifying pressure came from the center of the city, followed immediately by purple thunder that covered the entire upside-down hill.
Bran's expression changed, and he realized something instantly.
Faith, on the other hand, continued to take a few steps back, widening the distance from Bran. He held the giant sword and sighed softly, "Bran, surrender."
Countless rays of light shone from the depths of the mountain forest, and figures covered in small armor appeared around them.
In the East City and North City, the support from the Nolanka mercenary group has already arrived, so Bran can only lure him to the South City.
And when he came all the way, he was actually half-promoting and half-doing.
Nolanka's micro-mechas are just suitable for mountainous environments. One or two may be weak, but dozens of them are lurking here, even if they are B-level, they will have some impact.
So he arranged a mecha unit very early, carrying an extra energy battery, traveling through the mountains and forests, and ambush here.
Bran thought he had lured him here, but in fact he had just walked into his trap.
"I see!"
Bran smiled bitterly. He did not look at the mechas flying around him, but at the purple thunder that was gradually destroying the hills.
Then he lowered his head and glanced at the thin sword in his hand, "It turns out that fate has never taken care of us."
He held his sword horizontally in front of him, and under Faith's vigilant gaze, he suddenly retracted and cut his own neck.
Blood splashed on the green leaves and soaked into the soft soil.
"well."
Faith looked at the body lying on the ground and sighed softly.
