Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 202: Not Late
In high-level battles, there were actually very few opportunities to use charms, no one would voluntarily give their opponents time to pull out charms and recite incantations, the reason why Tris was able to complete the appropriate actions was because she was burning a sinister black flame from the inside out, which seemed to have sucked all the heat out of the surrounding area, causing thick ice crystals to form there, and beyond the ice crystals, a nearly invisible spider silk was twisted backwards and wrapped around, forming a huge cocoon. forming a huge cocoon.
Relying on these three layers of defense, Tris bought a second or two, whereupon she took out a rectangular diamond-like charm and opened her mouth to chant:
”Yesterday!”
Transparent flames flared up in the evil black flame, and the diamond-like sigil disintegrated soundlessly into the void.
It was something Klein had purposely provided to the magical girl, in order to allow destruction in all three directions to be converted into a primary point of attack.
Tris whirled around to see the gray mist and found a scene from the past densely packed there like stars:
There was the one who wandered the streets as a child, the one who was controlled by the gangs and stole from them, the one who joined the Spiritualist Society and became an “assassin”, the one who enjoyed the end of the world, enjoyed the bloody killings, enjoyed the people being abetted to tear off their masks to reveal the nature of beasts, the one who had to voluntarily turn into a “witch” due to a variety of reasons, and the one who had to take the initiative to become a “witch” due to a variety of reasons. There is the “witch” who had to become a “witch” of her own accord due to various reasons, there is the one who started to spread disasters, there is the one who was arranged by the Witch Cult and became the mistress of the Prince of Edzak, there is the one who is becoming more and more unlike herself and gradually indulging in pleasure, there is the one who is in extreme panic and desires to get rid of herself, but falls into a deeper hell, and there is the one who is suffering from endless pains and chooses to go to the extremes.
With a movement of Tris’ mind, an image zoomed in and filled her entire field of vision.
In that spot of light, the lawn outside the window was grassy, horses were walking slowly, the holes of golf were faintly visible, and inside the house, museum cabinets filled with antiques blocked the view cast from the doorway.
The Tris of the past was standing on the more peripheral edge, looking out, wearing a sapphire ring on her left hand.
At that time, she wasn’t even a Sequence 5, and she didn’t have the power that she needed to borrow now, but she had a ring from the Witch Sect, which had a close relationship with the “Original Witch”.
What Tris wanted to borrow was this ring!
In a flash, this sapphire-encrusted ring with a unique shape appeared on Tris’ little finger, and unlike in the past, Tris was now a Sequence 4 Demigod who had been greatly transformed by incorporating the mark and submitting herself to the “Witch of the Beginning”.
In other words, although she was not yet a solid “divine descent vessel”, she already had the qualifications for it.
And that sapphire ring allowed her to briefly take the initiative.
After looking at the past image, Tris raised her left hand, closed her eyes, and smiled as the cocoon formed by the spider’s silk crumbled, the thick ice crystals silently melted, and the evil black flame suffered erosion, and placed the sapphire ring against her brow.
The ring melted like metal, half-real, half-illusory, and flowed into Tris’ head.
By now, the evil layer of black flame had been completely stripped away by Prince Grove, and a blazing white, searing lance of light was cast.
At the front of this lance, two white feathers spread out in layers, angelically clustering the tip of the lance, and blocked off all the surrounding space, making it impossible for the target to escape.
Just then, Tris opened her eyes to a deep black.
One by one, her hair rose, all of it becoming as thick as small snakes, their outer layers slippery and sinister, their tips either studded with black and white eyes, or sprouting viper-like heads, their mouths slightly open, spitting out letters.
The spear condensed by pure light stopped in front of Tris, as if pressed by an invisible hand, it was difficult to advance an inch further.
It was quickly tinted with a grayish color, and went from illusory to real, as if it was carved out of stone.
With a brush, the lance fell sharply, hitting the edge of the cliff wall and shattering into countless small pieces.
Around Tris, the grayish color spread out in all directions as if it was alive, and wherever it passed, rocks became hard and other things turned into stone.
The various rituals that were originally set up in the “No. 1 Ruins” were also colored with gray, making it impossible for the angels guarding the other secret tombs to discover the changes and descend over here at the first time.
Prince Grove was instantly surrounded by the gray and white that spread from the void, and could only rely on the blazing light emitted by the crown of thorns on top of his head to maintain a very small safe area, and the words he wanted to say or forbid could not be transmitted at all.
Without the difference between the whites and blacks of her eyes, Tris didn’t even look at her opponent just now, and took a step towards the secret mausoleum at the bottom of the dark and deep valley, surrounded by the serpentine hair that covered the sky.
Rumble!
The earth began to shake fiercely, muffled sounds emanated from the depths, and a red meteor trailing a flaming tail emerged out of thin air, crossing over the magical girl Tris and smashing into that mausoleum.
In an instant, this relic suffered multiple disasters.
George III, who was at the critical moment of his promotion, sensed this scene, and intense disbelief and anger immediately surged in his heart.
He had a hard time dividing some of his power, and with the help of the arrangement he made in advance, he forcefully “twisted” the surrounding area, so that the deep black solemn secret mausoleum was spatially isolated from the real world, so that earthquakes and meteors couldn’t even get close to the target.
Rumble! Rumble!
In a variety of disasters, the cliffs collapsed piece by piece, the ruins began to collapse, and George III’s angry voice came out from within the secret mausoleum that was a world of its own:
”Are you insane?”
To forcibly accept the power of a true god’s descent with a Sequence 4 realm, there was only one ending as death afterward!
Tris laughed as the skin of her face was stretched to the limit, crumbling inch by inch to reveal blood and flesh that seemed to be writhing madly underneath.
This extremely terrifying witch let out a “heh” and said:
”Shouldn’t a good story end with all the bad guys dying?
”For example, you, and also me ……”
Before Tris’ words left her mouth, with that terrifying smile, she fell like a meteorite towards the secret mausoleum where the space around her was distorted, wanting to forcefully destroy it.
……
Inside another mausoleum, Klein didn’t try to be too brave, and quickly ended his contact with the “Source Castle”, looking like he was praying to the “Fool” for assistance.
The movement just now almost stopped the angels present, but unfortunately, the hidden angel is a historical image summoned by Klein, and will only continue to fight according to instinct, making the chaos worse.
At this time, the projection of William Augustus I drew a silver bayonet, pointed it forward, and crossed it.
Without the need for K to say anything more, the chaos within the entire relic was strangely suspended, and the several sides of the battle were split up on different battlefields:
Hermes faced off against the beautiful, stagnant lady; Seara, the “Sinner of the Gods”, suppressed Renette Tynicol; the two projections from the aperture of history, Rossel the Great and the Angel of Light, surrounded Klein; and Wilhelm the First was in a separate position, controlling the effects and preventing the fallout from striking the mausoleums below.
The pupils of the “Hand of Order”…… Klein’s eyes dilated, and without even thinking about it, he put his right hand into the inside of his clothes and reached forward with his left hand, borrowing power from his past self.
– “The Consul of Death”, the Abbot of the Black Night Abbey and the Hidden Angel all belonged to historical pore images that exceeded Klein’s own level by quite a bit, and no matter whether they were summoned or maintained, they all placed a great burden on his spirituality, and he had to borrow some power from his past self before his spirituality dried up completely. , borrow some power from his past self.
This filled him with false psychic powers again, and for five minutes they were as good as real.
Then Klein saw the light.
The angel, made of pure radiance and bearing illusory feathers on its back, sent a tidal wave of cascading light flooding over him, drowning him.
Out of the sea of blazing white light, a thing appeared out of nowhere, descending sharply, closer and closer to the secret tomb.
It had a dark colored cover and an interior made of parchment.
The Travels of Grosel!
Relying on the essence of being able to split into “Spirit Worms” and his enhanced shapeshifting ability, Klein shrunk into a “bookmark” of flesh and blood and embedded it into the book, relying on it to block the purification and dissolution of the endless rays of light.
But even so, Kraven also suffered a lot of injuries, because the light from the side of the light can be part of his body.
That wasn’t all, in the direction where the Grocer’s Travels had fallen, Rossel the Great, dressed in magnificent clothes, was waiting there, raising his hands.
”……” Klein couldn’t think of anything else but to activate the first method of self-preservation:
Duck directly into the hole of history!
Boom!
A loud thunderclap rang out outside the ruins.
It started off as distant, and the tail end of it was already close to the ears.
Including Klein and the projections inside the hole in history, all the living beings inside the ruins were shocked and became stiff, and the “ocean of light” was instantly dimmed.
No, there was one figure that was not affected, the hidden angel of the Church of the Night, the beautiful but not dynamic enough lady in Klein’s eyes, took the opportunity to actively fade her body into a number of symbols of secrecy and horror, expanding into a strange world that encompassed Hermes, Renate Tynicol, the arm of S’ea, the angel of light, and William Augustus I. – Though summoned by Klein, it was not the same as the one in the historical aperture, but it was the one in the “ocean of light” that was dimmed in an instant.
–Klein summoned up images of historical holes that were much reduced in strength, but some of the essence was still there!
The chaos Klein had been waiting for had finally arrived!
And George III’s other helpers, like that King of Angels, were still in other tombs.
As soon as that near-transparent singular world took shape, the angels inside each made their own revolt.
In the chaos, that strange world was easily torn apart.
However, the light mixed with the residual power of those angels rushed out under that lady’s deliberate guidance, heading straight for the secret mausoleum at the bottom.
Rumble!
An even greater thunderclap rang out, and the Rossel Emperor who attempted to block it was shocked again and didn’t have time to make any attempts.
Moments later, the deep black majestic secret mausoleum was struck, the cracks on the surface soundlessly penetrating deeper, allowing the dark interior to be revealed.
Within these cracks, a stream of blood appeared out of nowhere, some bright red, some dark.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
This time, it was an air cannonball fired by Kraven, who had restored his human form while holding Grocer’s Travels, and some of the “Spirit Worms” scattered around.
The mausoleum, which was already on the verge of collapse, collapsed, and more blood flowed out in large chunks.
……
With the destruction of one mausoleum, George III’s ascension ceremony was no longer stable and lacked key support.
If only one mausoleum had been attacked, k would still be able to rely on his invisible connection with them to make some defense, but now, k himself was under fierce attack.
K’s vaporized body suddenly boiled, no longer able to maintain the “distortion” outside, and the mausoleum isolated from reality finally appeared in front of Tris.
The corners of Tris’s mouth turned up on her writhing face.
……
Inside the city of Berkland, on Memorial Day Square.
”My subjects ……” George III, with his two moustaches and serious curmudgeonly demeanor, was in the middle of wrapping up his speech when he exploded with a loud bang.
His flesh and blood turned into fireworks that spewed into mid-air.