In the mysterious secret place, Rathomund appeared in the thick fog that corroded the human spirit.
The level of secret transmission three is enough for him to resist such mental pollution.
Of course, the same was true for the purple-robed priest of Blood Rose who was held hostage by him.
The two seers appeared in the same place at the same time due to the connection of the secret magic crystal. However, the purple-robed priest still did not get rid of the control. He still had the same confused expression, staring blankly into the depths of the boundless mist.
Rathomond held down his shoulder with one hand and used force with his fingers, as if he wanted to pinch into his flesh.
"Call the door..." he ordered coldly.
The demented priest with drool groaned and raised his hand with difficulty to point in a certain direction.
Rathomond looked over carefully and saw nothing, so he dragged the priest's body and walked slowly in that direction.
Today's chaos in Turbulent Castle was actually expected by Ratomond.
When he saw Victor appear, he already had a premonition that today would not be so peaceful.
After all, promotion to omniscience would not be smooth sailing, so he urgently arranged for countless female slaves to have fun with this priest, and finally made him meet the requirements for promotion to omniscience in the physical phase just now.
The extreme pleasure and joy allowed the priest to successfully complete the enlightenment ceremony. The next step was to find the door of the senses in the secret lodge and use the four meat secrets that had been prepared as the key to open it... Ratomund's
The goal is close at hand!
"Door...door..."
He knew that time could not drag on for too long. Maybe he only had one chance. Even if his physical body was still in the material world, as long as he could understand it, he could hide his physical body in a secret place to prevent it from being destroyed by others.
To a certain extent, understanding truly breaks away from the human category and becomes a higher-level existence, which is called the second form in occultism.
Rathomond must seize this opportunity and not let anyone destroy it.
Finally, after traveling hundreds of meters towards an unknown place, he vaguely saw the outline of a tall and broad building through the thick fog.
The shadow is higher than the tallest mountain in the country, and its span can cover the next city. It is very majestic and exaggerated.
"Door!"
Even the serious and calm King of the Dead Kingdom could not contain his excitement at this moment.
Finally, he finally arrived at the legendary place and was able to see with his own eyes the door of senses among the ten doors!
As we continue walking forward, the fog becomes thinner and thinner, and the outline of the door becomes clearer.
It was a creation with a rather classical artistic flair, with exquisite female sculptures engraved on it.
On both sides of the door frame are two holy goddesses. They are naked and naked, but the viewer does not dare to feel blasphemous and can only feel the majestic motherhood.
The closed gray stone door panel has complex patterns, like blooming flowers, stacked one on top of another, symmetrical to each other and showing beauty.
Rathomond and the priest stood under the door, as small as a speck of dust.
"This is... the door to the senses..."
Rathomond murmured, and then looked at the dying priest beside him.
He knew that if the priest had not completed the enlightenment ritual, it would have been impossible for the two of them to find the door of senses in the thick fog.
The enlightenment ceremony is actually just a guide, so that those who are qualified to understand can be guided to the door in the thick fog.
Next, Ratomund only needs to open the door of senses and enter it before the priest.
He broke open the secret magic crystal and took out a bright red rose from it, which contained the secret secret of flesh and blood that he had worked so hard to obtain.
"Come on! Use this secret message as the key to open this door!"
He shouted, sent the rose to the door, and waited for the door of senses to open in response.
However, he stood there waiting for a long time, but there was no movement from the gate that was higher than the mountain in front of him.
Rathomond's expression was stunned, feeling incredible.
"How could it be...did I overlook something? I have found the door to the senses, and I am still holding the fourth secret transmission of the physical form in my hand. Why is there no movement... No... No..."
Just when Ratomond was confused, suddenly! The priest's whole body trembled and he let out a strange scream.
As if he had a premonition, Ratomond's expression also changed suddenly. He grabbed the priest's neck and forced him to follow him and quickly return to his physical body.
…
At this moment, the Red House Theater was about to collapse. There were two terrifying big holes in the wall. After Ratomund woke up, he pinched the priest's neck with one hand and moved his eyes upward, just in time to see Miria grabbing the priest's arm.
, wanting to snatch him away from Latomunde.
"Miriya! What are you doing!?"
Rathomond narrowed his eyes and suppressed his surprise. He did not expect that his marriage partner would interrupt his well-versed plan at such a critical moment!
Miria's red lips parted slightly, pretending to be surprised, but actually mocking: "Oh! I should kill you first, Rathomund..."
After saying that, Miria raised her right hand slightly, and the next second it popped out like a bullet, piercing Latomund's heart.
"I have my own plan. This priest is very important to me, and I can't let you take away his opportunity to understand."
Although her slender fingers pierced the chest of the King of the Dead Kingdom, Miria was surprised to find that her husband did not bleed.
Ratomond's face was grim, he let go of the priest's hand, and instead grabbed Miria's neck.
"who are you……"
Miria kept coughing and breathing hard.
Her performance has proved to Ratomond that she is not a high-level blood descendant at all.
After seeing through the opponent, Ratomond was ready to kill her immediately, but suddenly, the bat-winged demon flew in from outside the cannon hole and pounced directly on Ratomond.
The intrusion of the bloodthirsty monster forced the King of the Dead Kingdom to retreat temporarily and let go of Miria's hand.
"Ahem..." The lady in red dress stood up and looked at him with a sneer, "Miriya is indeed my name, but my surname is not Lilith. Since it has been exposed, I will tell you that I am
A Seer, Secret Tradition of the Queen’s Path III: Ancestors.”
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Ratomond frowned and thought, and soon understood why the other party also needed this purple-robed priest.
The Queen's Path and the Death's Path are the same, they are both connected to the physical phase.
He Lathomund can usurp the priest's qualifications, and so can Miria!
"So this is the purpose of your marriage to me! How can you control these monsters if you are not a high-level blood descendant?"
Rathomond asked, causing Miria to laugh loudly.
She raised her hand and pulled, and the transparent red chains extended to the red locks on the necks of the bat-winged demons.
"Of course, using my invisible technique - Secret Transmission Three: Ancestors! As long as they drink my blood, their blood will become like mine, and their bodies will become my slaves!"
As he spoke, one of the red chains also extended towards the confused priest.
It turns out that this priest is not controlled by Rathomund's mourners, but by Miria's ancestors.
But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed! The red locket that originally appeared on the priest's neck suddenly broke. His body bowed slightly and let out a long breath above his head, like a skeleton crawling out of a grave.
Miria's expression suddenly darkened. She suddenly remembered the shortcomings of her ancestors' power and secretly thought something was wrong.
Sure enough, the weak priest got rid of her control at this moment, and seized this opportunity, even if he was dying, he used his own invisible technique!
The next second, an ambiguous and confusing smell spread from the stage, and all the female slaves who were originally exhausted woke up.
Immediately afterwards, the disheveled female slave rushed to the center of the stage like a madman and rushed towards the purple-robed priest.
