The Archbishop of the Blood Cup, who was secretly monitoring Sister Lily, sighed with envy or regret: "They didn't do anything, but they usurped Inves' greatest achievement..."
"This country, this sweet fruit, will only belong to my lord. It will be served on my lord's table... Now it is just an appetizer, and we still need to wait patiently." Flanders also showed a trace of desire.
Only the witch leader with a charming face had a silent expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Ahem!"
"Ahem!"
At this moment, Archbishop Blood Cup and Flanders suddenly bent over in pain and coughed violently.
They had painful expressions and coughed out mouthfuls of blood!
The blood fell on the ground and squirmed as if it was alive, forming different characters in the spiritual world.
"Now... act now!"
Flanders barely straightened his back and took out a book with a blood-red cover from his arms.
"So...those little bugs..."
The witch leader's green-white fingers gently hooked, and one by one, the private detectives and gang members came out of the darkness and from the corner with their eyes blank.
"It can be recycled."
A smile appeared on the face of the Archbishop of the Blood Cup, and he extended his palm to them.
A large amount of blood seeped directly from the pores of these people, turning them into mummies.
Flender walked into the rental house, making Lily and Jesseta stand up in surprise: "Who are you?"
This time, they were not fooled.
Wow!
The book with a blood-colored cover flipped, and a large amount of blood rolled and filled the entire room.
Even after doing so many things, ordinary people outside the block turned a blind eye to this scene and continued to do their own things.
Bang!
Flanders closed the door, isolating the blood flow in the room, and said with a smile: "Although the gaze on the secret book has been eliminated, the existence of the secret book itself is an introduction and a signal... I have to thank the witch for this.
layout.”
The witch leader's expression remained unchanged: "My Lord Ming Yue is originally a secret ally of the Mother of Night. Since there is an order from my Lord, this should naturally be the case."
"Now...it's time to start."
The Archbishop of the Blood Cup solemnly took out a wooden cup from his arms. The cup was very rough, as if it had been carved from a piece of wood. There were gaps visible to the naked eye on the edge.
The cup was filled with something that looked like mud.
"Overflow...the source of all evil!"
A lot of silt suddenly expanded, overflowing the mouth of the cup, falling on the ground, and then penetrated into the house along the cracks in the door.
The expression of the leader witch remained unchanged, her inspiration at the sixth level of essence spread, and she suddenly saw a different picture.
The light gray gravel path stretches into the distance, with towering mountains covered by silent forests and tranquil lakes.
Sycamore, hazel, beech, oak, green banyan...
The mistletoe spreads, the foliage flourishes...
The fragrance of trees and flowers moves with the wind, bringing tranquility to people.
In this harmonious and natural scene, two women are praying in the forest.
The slightly mature one has skin as fair and delicate as ivory, and a plump body as attractive as a peach.
Her slightly greener face has a pure look, like a saint.
They lightly opened their red lips, recited the name of a great being over and over again, and prayed to Him: "The false spirit wandering in the unknown, the existence of absolute neutrality, the silent observer..."
The witch leader looked at this scene with a slight hesitation in his beautiful brows.
"Control those two women with the filthy blood and let them start praying to that existence, while at the same time provoking the 'source of all evil'..."
Flanders explained: "Through the mysterious connection, this ritual can affect that existence... This is the order of the Mother Goddess."
"Even we can choose not to answer the prayers of believers..." the witch leader hesitated.
This kind of contact is one-sided. Believers praying is like making a phone call. The other party can choose not to answer it, but it will definitely leave a 'call record'. In the future, the hidden existence can 'call back' at any time, but this kind of 'call back' is a call.
The kind that just works...
That's why praying to hidden existences is so unfair and is feared by many extraordinary people.
"So... we need 'amplification' and secret 'pollution'!"
The Archbishop of the Blood Cup continued: "It's all a competition at the Si Sui level. I'm just a chess piece... The chess pieces must do their job well."
The witch leader bit her red lips with a hint of unwillingness.
…
The spiritual world, the underground inverted pyramid.
a moment ago.
"The divination has also been interfered with..."
Looking at the motionless pendulum, Aaron thought for a moment and threw out a gold pound.
The gold pound drew a bright trace in mid-air, and finally faced up.
"'Yao's intuitive divination is the strongest..."
"The chance of being discovered here is low...and my divination intuition tells me...if you want to break the situation, you must improve the quality, and you must do it as soon as possible...otherwise...similar temptations will appear one after another, and it is possible to find flaws."
"I need...power!"
In Aaron's hand, the 'furnace fire' burned blazingly, completely melting the remnants of the Sixth Prime, allowing an illusory little sun to merge with his body.
Hot...
burning...
glow……
Rays of radiance emerged from Aaron's body. His eyes, his hair, his flesh and blood, his bones... all slowly seeped into pure brilliance.
Finally...his whole person turned into light!
Rays of light flowed and then spread to all directions, completely losing their human form.
Aaron's thinking diverged, and his inspiration gradually came into contact with inexplicable information.
'Yes...Is the human body really perfect?'
'During the process of evolution, the human body has had too many shortcomings...'
'True perfection is the whole nature, the unity of the universe...it is the harmony...'
He began to get lost in the vast torrent of mysterious knowledge, and gradually lost the concept of 'self'.
Rays of brilliance, with unique will, overflow and flow to the entire spiritual world...
His mind was infinitely elevated, as if he was overlooking the entire spiritual world.
And from the spiritual world, eyes one after another also noticed the existence of ‘Him’!
'No...I am still too weak now. If I want to become one with the spirit world, I will only be completely assimilated by the spirit world!'
Among the countless information flows, an inexplicable imprint emerged.
It was an underground pyramid that existed in the spiritual world. It was like a rock in the torrent. Aaron used it to finally form a main consciousness.
"Nothing is perfect, you must accept shortcomings and the 'imperfection' of the human body!"
The rays of light flowed back to the pyramid again, spreading along its lines, and reunited on the Black Throne, trying to form the outline of a person.
At this moment, Aaron heard a prayer from the world.