Just as the symbol of Lord Yin is a silver coin, the symbol of Mr. Yao is the sun.
The symbol of the woman holding the cup is the blood cup...a cup filled with blood.
The cup that symbolizes endless greed and desire
When the sun in the sky is transformed into the "mouth of the blood cup", people's blood energy is controlled by it. Inhalation causes coma, and flow out causes excitement.
Is it a ritual to control the life force of a large range of mortals...
But this can be considered a benefit for Annan.
He still has "residues of the Wheel of the Sky" on his body, and he is not sure when he will suddenly fall into a nightmare this week. If he suddenly faints during the battle, it will be great fun.
But in the ritual venue of "Your Heart Will Sing Without Touching", Annan could not fall into a nightmare.
"Since he used this ritual, does it mean that his real ritual has just begun?"
Annan asked in a low voice: "Approximately how long will it take them?"
It's really too early now.
If there wasn't the [Mouth of the Blood Cup] on the horizon, the sun probably hadn't risen at this time.
The players logged off at ten o'clock last night.
Although their bodies won't feel sleepy due to this, it will take eight hours for them to come online again.
In other words, even if the players are stuck online, Annan and the others will still have to guard for another half an hour...
"Are you worried that they haven't woken up yet?"
Salvatore hesitated slightly when he heard this.
But he quickly shook his head: "At least the bishop should be awake.
"Look at Louis...senior priests like them will be specially trained to get up before the sun rises every day. Even if they don't sleep for a day or two, it will not affect their condition."
This is supposed to circumvent those regional nightmares.
Annan nodded.
Just like the rules of Frozen Water Port, there are nightmares in some places, and the key is the "location itself". If you fall asleep at night, you will fall directly into the nightmare.
"I'm actually a little worried about you."
Annan asked in a low voice: "You only slept for two hours, right? Is it okay?"
"I have taken a powerful brain extraction mixture. I will take another supplement eight hours later and I will be able to survive until the evening."
Salvatore shook his head and said confidently: "Since I have such a curse, I must have made preparations."
"Haha... your acting skills are a bit better. To save some face for yourself? Or to reassure your friends?"
Out of Annan's hearing, Shadow let out a low and hoarse chuckle: "This mixture won't last that long, Thrall... you're lying to him.
"If you can't hold it on, or... if you feel that you are too weak and incompetent, you can close your eyes and faint at any time. I have been full of energy and prepared for a long time."
Salvatore completely ignored Shadow's voice.
While the shadow was speaking, he also whispered to Annan, his voice almost completely covering up the shadow's voice: "But be careful, since they want to use this ritual, it means they have a powerful spell in their hands.
"Then what they want to summon is probably not the Soul Eater. At least it's not just the Soul Eater..."
Salvatore didn't finish his sentence.
He suddenly felt a strong chill running down his spine.
The next moment, the line Annan had drawn on the ground with silver-gray potion suddenly ignited without warning!
They erupted into scorching walls of fire, rising to a height of more than one meter. The air above them became distorted.
And about ten meters away, an illusory translucent spirit gradually emerged.
It was wearing a robe, about two and a half meters tall, with beautiful dark brown curly hair, and more than twenty pairs of densely packed eyes on its face. Her whole body shone with a light white halo, and the part below the collarbone melted and swayed.
Under the empty robe.
"It's the [Watcher]!"
Salvatore immediately issued a warning: "Never close your eyes before making eye contact with her!"
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of white potion from his arms.
After briefly uttering a strange word, he threw the potion bottle high into the air
The next moment, a strong light suddenly burst out from the potion bottle.
The spirit made a sharp scream.
It wasn't that he was afraid... but rather that he was irritated.
It's like resisting something
After receiving the prompt, Annan had already closed his eyes. At the same time, he took out several bottles of potions sent by Salvatore:
[Blood impulse decoction]
[Type: Consumables]
[Description: A decoction made from blood thorns mixed with the blood of a madman and a mad cow. It is effective for all mammals]
[Effect: Strength +4, Agility +2 within thirty seconds; this effect will decay to Strength +2, Agility +1 after thirty seconds, lasting three minutes]
[Price: A "weak" bloodthirsty desire is born within thirty seconds]
【Sensitive Mixture】
[Type: Consumables]
[Description: A mixture made from cat’s tears and baby bird’s down. It is only effective for extraordinary people]
[Effect: Agility +2, Perception +2 within ten minutes; this effect decays to Agility +2 after ten minutes and lasts for ten minutes]
[The breath of extreme cold]
[Type: Consumables/Materials]
[Description: The extremely cold breath contains the curse of the deceased. Just breathing is enough to frostbite the trachea of ordinary people, so use with caution. Level 3 dangerous goods.]
[Effect: After inhaling, the temporary element "North Wind" will be obtained within one hour. All abilities described as "cold" and "air flow" will receive an additional element correction of +1 when judging.]
[Effect: Used in rituals, it can temporarily replace the corresponding level of spells up to the "Silver" level. 】
Annan hesitated for a moment and did not take the bottle of [Extremely Cold Breath].
Instead, he drank the other two bottles of medicine in one go.
The extremely hot "Blood Impulse Decoction" and the sour and cold "Acuity Mixture" flowed into the throat one after another.
Annan felt his heart pumping violently.
An extremely clear sense of power pulsed from his body...
He felt that his skin suddenly became much more sensitive, and he could read the flow of air around him. His limbs also became flexible, as if his bones had turned into rubber.
But what was more noticeable was his skin that suddenly became hot.
As well as the muscles that tightened without warning, and the blue blood vessels that burst out and beat all over the body.
It's a bit strange to say that Annan didn't feel the "bloodthirsty" feeling described.
Instead, there was a strong, almost unbearable excitement in my heart.
If I have to describe it...
It's a bit similar to the feeling of restlessness when winter vacation is about to start in ten minutes, but I'm eager to jump up and down in the class meeting.
The moment the light faded, Annan opened his eyes.
Holding the boning knife in one hand and the hammer in the other, he rushed towards the extremely tall spirit!