Chapter 569 The Gravekeeper Ceremony at Blackmoya Cemetery Begins
After a long night, daylight fell again. On this day, all the villagers came to the church early to pray to the standing black Madonna statue.
The leader was an old woman who looked to be about seventy or eighty years old. She had a slender figure and a stooped figure. Her old face was full of wrinkles. Her trembling hands were holding a cane made of simple wood.
It looks like it will be blown down by a gust of wind at any time.
However, what stood in stark contrast to that frail body was her pair of bright eyes, which were filled with the passionate flame called "faith".
"This day is finally coming, the day when God comes!"
She looked up at the black Madonna statue, opened her arms, then turned her head to look at the woman behind her, and her voice became softer.
"Magdalena, how is King Arthur's body doing now?"
"Grandma, everything is ready."
Magdalena stood up and showed a pious expression.
"That child Gray will definitely sacrifice his life for the coming of the king. This is a glorious thing."
"Very good, then I will leave the king's body to you for the time being. Make good preparations. She will be needed as a sacrifice for tonight's ceremony. Leave the matters at the temple to me."
After hearing Magdalena's words, the corners of the old woman's mouth turned up slightly, and she seemed to be in a very happy mood. She stretched out her hand like a dead branch and gently patted Magdalena's shoulder.
"I can feel that the spiritual king is also very happy, and I am looking forward to tonight's ceremony."
Although the old woman is not an official magician, she can sense the state of King Arthur's spiritual body through the magic passed down by word of mouth. Therefore, she is the person with the highest status in the entire village, similar to the witch character in the Far East who can communicate with the gods.
The villagers also believed in her words. According to the history recorded in the village, their mission was to resurrect King Arthur.
"Grandma, what about the Holy Church? What should we do if the church people stop us?"
A middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance suddenly asked. He was the village chief and apparently the supreme leader of the village.
"Then we will try to complete the ritual before they notice it and let the spiritual king settle in the body."
The old woman said without hesitation that she had obviously planned this matter for a long time. The two people from the Holy Church were not good people, especially Sister Yin Ermia who came here in recent years.
But if they really want to fight with it, the villagers will not be afraid at all.
"The two foreigners did not come to the village today, and I did not see them in the cemetery. They must have left."
Suddenly someone talked about Mikael and Aozaki Aoko.
"If the two strangers leave, just leave. Don't worry about them."
The old woman waved her arms, then gently shook her head and let out a sigh.
"It's just a pity. Those two people seem to be relatively powerful magicians. Even the people in the Holy Church are afraid of them. If they stay here, they might be able to help us divert the attention of the church."
"By the way, Magdalena, I leave this to you."
As if she suddenly remembered something, the old woman took something out of her arms.
It was a short sword with a curved blade. It looked quite old, and the patterns on the metal were somewhat worn. However, I don’t know whether it was due to proper maintenance or other reasons, but the light shining out of the gold seemed to show off its charm to this day.
Not a single point of sharpness has been lost.
"What's this?"
Although she is the old woman's top confidant, this is the first time Magdalena has seen such a weapon. It is as exquisite as a work of art.
"erosion."
This is what the old woman called the dagger.
"This is the only thing. Neither the Holy Church nor the gravekeepers of Black Moa know of its existence. It was given to us by the former Black Madonna and is a secret secret inheritance passed down to this day for the return of King Arthur."
The old woman stared at the dagger with intoxication.
It seems to be saying that she was born for this and lives to this day for this.
"Invasion Blade Gold? Was it given to us by the Black Virgin?"
Not only Magdalena, but also other villagers, it was the first time for them to see the old woman take out such a weapon.
If a magician is there, he can sense the extremely powerful magic fluctuations above. Even though thousands of years have passed, its power is still intact.
There is no doubt that this is a magical costume that surpasses the "supreme" level and was created by the most famous witch in Great Britain.
"This is a sharp blade made to eliminate the difficulty of parasites in the spirit and soul. It is said that it is not only the physical body, but can penetrate the gap between the body, the spirit and the soul. When offering a living sacrifice, our Holy Mother is said to be wielding this sharp blade.
Disintegrate the internal organs of the sacrifice. According to legend, it will also turn into a sickle and a sword."
"Today, I will give it to you Magdalena."
She looked at Magdalena, her confidant and a fanatic who was on par with her. Although she hesitated, she reluctantly handed over the Invading Blade Gold to her.
【This short sword can hurt the spirit?!】
Magdalena was shocked, but she still made a fanatical gesture, knelt on the ground on one knee, and solemnly took the gold of the invasion blade.
Feeling the slightly heavy cold blade in her hand, her mind wandered, but she quickly lowered her eyes and hid her thoughts.
The old woman did not notice anything strange about Magdalena, and continued,
"After you go back and imprison Gray, you only need to stab her with this sharp blade during tonight's ceremony. In this way, her despicable spirit and soul can be temporarily separated from her body."
"Next, we must try our best to let the king's spirit reside in the body. The last remaining element, the soul, can only wait for the Holy Grail War. We must live until that time."
The old woman said this with a low and gloomy smile,
"Ahhhh - no matter how many heroic spirits there are, as long as the body and spirit gather here, they can definitely summon the soul of the king! This level of luck will definitely favor our king!"
Her laughter continued, Magdalena stared at the dagger with an intoxicated smile, and the villagers fell to the ground as if they were overwhelmed with fear.
Everyone was dreaming about the resurrection of King Arthur, but only the black statue of the Virgin still looked down at them with that same expression.
"Okay, everyone, let's take action quickly. The ceremony must be foolproof. If it causes trouble because of anyone, I will not show mercy to you, grandma."
"As for you, Magdalena—"
She turned and looked at Magdalena again,
"Waiting for our king to return, I will definitely explain your achievements to my king, and you are qualified to serve at my king's side."