Aiwass let the Paraflame Butterfly return to its traveling posture and went back in the direction he came from before.
Because the power of the death energy before was too strong - even though it didn't seem to have killing intent, it just solidified everything. But Aiwass was still very worried about whether something would happen to Sherlock.
Fortunately, Aiwass quickly found Sherlock.
In a special way——
I saw an unnaturally large pit near the giant prince's body, like a beast trap.
Above it is a cross grid, and below it is a U-shaped hole similar to a toilet drain pipe, or Pasteur's gooseneck flask experiment.
It was obviously a temporary shelter built by Sherlock when he saw the death aura. His reaction was really fast. He immediately created a layer based on the specific effect of the death aura. The special structure could keep out the dusk wind.
, so as not to seal oneself inside and suffocate to death. At this moment, even the top grid is covered with a thin layer of amber crystals, making it extremely strong.
"Sherlock?"
Aiwass squatted above the grid and knocked.
He tentatively shouted inside: "Are you still alive?"
"Alive!"
Little Sherlock said angrily, his voice was very far away and weak, and he had to work hard to make the sound come out clearly: "Help me open this lid quickly!"
"I'm afraid it won't work," Aiwass said regretfully, "We just tried it. I'm afraid it won't be able to open it with violent means - Haina's fourth-level fist is not as strong as it."
"Then use rituals or prayers, it's up to you! Don't you still have the Holy Sword? Give it a try and fish me out first!"
Sherlock became angry: "This ground seems to be sealed by something. I can't get out from below!"
"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, I'll give it a try."
Aiwass planned to chop with the holy sword first, and then pray to the Amber God... but unexpectedly, he opened it directly in the first step.
——The dim yellow amber crystals immediately softened when they touched the red-handled sword in Aiwass's hand. In other words, some of their power was sucked away by the red-handled sword. Aiwass only had two swords.
Go down and cut the grid directly.
Seeing Sherlock crawling up from below, Haina kindly helped him and pulled him up.
"……strangeness."
Aiwass looked at the holy sword and fell into deep thought.
What effect of the Holy Sword is taking effect that makes it so restrained from this abnormal "solidification"?
Is it to ward off evil spirits? It doesn't seem to be the case... It's even more impossible for Fengrui.
"...Is it a curse?"
The red-handled sword has the negative effect of making the holder "vulnerable to curses". The specific principle is that it is easier to absorb the power of curses. If it absorbs the curse in the crystal, it will naturally turn it into a mortal object.
.
However, the curse was absorbed by Aiwass, but he didn't feel it at all.
Sherlock replied breathlessly: "It is indeed a curse..."
It was very difficult for him to climb up from the pit. He had to be careful to stand still on the ground that was now as slippery as ice. He also had to get up carefully to prevent himself from accidentally slipping into the pit again.
While he concentrated on fighting the ground, he said casually: "But this is not the curse of the Amber God, this is some kind of large-scale ceremony."
"Are you sure?"
"I can analyze it," Sherlock pointed at his eyes, which were shining with azure light. "Although the scale is scary... it should only be the extraordinary power of the fifth level. It's just that the amount is large enough."
I see……
Hearing this, Aiwass understood.
This was not because they triggered Amber's divine punishment, nor was it about lifting the seal. It was related to his grandfather Jacob.
A large-scale ritual at the fifth level, a dusk curse covering the whole village...
——Am I the key to this ritual?
Aiwass only hesitated for a moment before making up his mind.
"Let's go and have a look."
He replied solemnly.
The other side.
After hearing the secrets told by Yeats, Merlin shook his head slightly.
He finally understood everything roughly.
"So that's how it is... Then everything goes smoothly."
Merlin murmured in a low voice: "The Ring of Ending, the ritual that can make Tiansi fall... the Rose Cross, the Golden Dawn..."
He was thinking about something and then fell into deep thought.
After a moment of silence, he waved his hand. The light band wrapped around the giant wolf suddenly dissipated and disintegrated.
Before Yeats could say anything, he suddenly heard a voice and looked back.
The giant wolf suddenly transformed into a man with a slightly stooped back and black hair as damp and tangled as seaweed. He was wearing a dark green double-breasted trench coat and a brown scarf. At this moment, he adjusted his clothes a little
, to make yourself look more dignified.
Not long after, the four Aiwass appeared in front of them.
First of all, when they looked at the giant tied up by Merlin, several people were shocked for the first time.
The next moment, several people looked at different things for the first time——
Sherlock looked at Merlin, Lily and Haina looked at Yeats, and Aiwass looked at the hole left after the swamp disappeared.
Yes, the swamp disappeared - just like when they did the experiment before, there seemed to be earth-attribute spells triggered around the swamp, turning it into a fairy cave again.
"Lord Merlin?"
Shylock recognized the apostle whom he had just met a short time ago.
"Hello, Mr. Hermes."
Merlin had no airs and instead smiled and waved to Sherlock.
Haina looked serious: "You are the one on the train..."
"——Yeats."
The noble man who looked like a wild elf bowed slightly and put his hand on his chest: "A poet. We meet again, Miss Haina."
Then, he looked at Lily.
Yeats said without hesitation: "At the same time... I am also a werewolf."
——No need to transform to confirm.
Just by being so close, Yeats and Lily could smell each other's werewolf scent.
Suppressing the wildness that suddenly surged in her heart, Lily nodded slightly.
She did not introduce herself, but took a half step back and got behind Aiwass.
Aiwass stared blankly at the swamp that exuded a strange purple light - for some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be some familiar and close feeling in it.
Seeing Lily retreating behind him, he turned back and looked at Yeats.
"Yeats...or Mr. Dark Cloud. Right."
Aiwass's voice was calm and polite, gentle and generous, and there was no trace of the disdainful and arrogant tone he usually used when bullying Sherlock and Haina: "I remember that the reason for your coming to Avalon is political asylum."
"Yes, Chancellor Moriarty."
Yeats nodded slightly.
His voice was low and hoarse, and although his extremely tall body was a bit stooped, it always gave people a sense of oppression: "This is approved by the Arbitration Hall."
"Yeah."
Aiwass said calmly: "Then what are you doing here?"
"I am a local, Minister Moriarty."
"A person from Eagle Point Village?"
"I'm from Bagpipe Town. I grew up by the lake. I loved fishing around Sapphire Lake when I was a child. I only went to Iris in these years." Yeats replied fluently.
"Yeah."
Aiwass was noncommittal.
He stared at Yeats intently and suddenly said: "I heard Bishop Mathers mentioned you."
Hearing this, Yeats's expression suddenly changed slightly. But Merlin next to him just smiled.
At that moment, Aiwass knew that he had guessed correctly.
He really didn't know Yeats, and he never heard Bishop Mathers mention him. This was just a lie.
But he remembered that when Mathers turned into a cursed paladin named "Samuel the Guardian of the Holy Sword"... there was a friendly NPC who needed protection at that time. He was a guy with hair like this, who had just come out of the shower without blowing it.
An elf werewolf with the same head!
——Although Aiwass doesn’t remember the other party’s name at all, he still remembers the other party’s distinctive hairstyle!
