Part 5 The Red Priests Chapter 181 “The Source Fortress”
By the time the two burning, dark red flames wobbled from the Dogs of Fugen and landed in front of Krynn, he came to his senses with a pang of puzzlement and a pang of gratitude:
”Why would they voluntarily mutilate themselves, cobbling together a pair of eyes for me, surrounded by blood that is as thick and sticky as if it were glue ……
”If this is their trap, I have just stepped into it, and actually froze for several seconds, which is a fatal mistake in the battle of ‘Trick Mage’ ……
”However, whoever encounters this kind of thing for the first time will inevitably have a similar reaction – the moment the dreaded enemy that you’ve been trying to deal with with all your heart and soul drops to its knees and wags its tail in favor, it’s like it’s happening in a dream ……
”This behavior is very similar to that of Arodes, could it be that the ‘Great Existence above the Spirit Realm’ can really display specialization in the Spirit Realm?”
In the midst of his electric thoughts, Klein glanced at the two Fugen’s Dogs that were prostrate in the void, wagging their tails, and stretched out his left hand to catch the two clouds of dark red flames and the viscous crimson mass of blood.
As soon as he touched them, Klein’s ears were steeped in déjà vu ravings and hisses, which were sometimes shrill, sometimes low, sometimes manic, sometimes tantalizing, sometimes insane, and sometimes ethereal.
Immediately after, an illusory, grayish mist floated before his eyes.
This mist filled the surroundings, no boundaries could be seen, and above it could vaguely see a lofty and majestic palace like the residence of a god.
This was a scene that Klein was very familiar with, because every time he entered that mysterious space above the gray fog, he would penetrate a similar place.
In the beginning, it was difficult for him to notice his surroundings after taking four steps against the grain, but as he adapted himself and improved his sequences, he had been able to seize the opportunity to make certain observations with relative ease.
At this moment, Klein did not recite the name “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun”, nor did he take four steps counterclockwise.
This made Klein unusually alert, and then he saw several figures blurring out of the boundless gray fog, overlapping and separating from the fog, all of them were Fugen’s Dogs with dark red flames in their eyes and covered with short black hair.
The two Fuegian Hounds that had lost one of their eyes returned to their companions, blending into the darker patches of the gray mist.
All the visions disappeared, and Klein, floating in the depths of the spirit world, realized that there were no more Fugen Hounds “around” him, only his two secret puppets and strange spirit world creatures wandering in the distance.
…… Klein lowered his head and looked at the “eyeballs” and blood in his hand, confirming that what he had just experienced was not an illusion by feeling their presence.
The Dogs of Fugen are also known as the Guardians of the Source Castle …… They live in the holes of history in the spirit world …… I just saw them active within the gray mist, merging with the darker patches… …Combining what he had seen and heard, Klein gradually came to a bold judgment:
”Perhaps the Source Fortress refers to that mysterious space above the gray mist, to that strange door of light ……
”And the gray mist is a symbolic thing of all the history intertwined in the spirit world, in which there are holes ……
”Every time I entered the mysterious space through the gray mist, I left certain traces there, so that the Dogs of Fugen were no longer strangers to me, and regarded me as the master of the Source Castle, so that, as soon as they saw me, they immediately offered the items I needed, wagging their tails and begging for mercy?
”After planning for a day, asking about the situation, and inviting helpers, it turned out that I was beating up my own guards?”
Thinking of this, Klein inexplicably generated some absurdity, just like the “fool” above the gray fog stretched out his black hand, trying to pull out some “wool”, and ended up pulling out on himself.
”Huo …… source fort …… although this development makes me more and more fear, but no matter what, finally on the master of the gray fog, on that mysterious space, began to have a certain understanding, the unknown is the most terrible! …… “After standing in the depths of the spirit world for a moment in silence, Klein exhaled slowly and summoned the two secret puppets back.
He intends to wait for the “Trick Mage” magic potion to be completely digested, and then try to seek knowledge related to the Source Fortress from the “Magic Mirror” Aroldus and other places, and then, if anything really goes wrong, he can fight it through promotion.
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Inside a two-bedroom rented house in the Eastern District.
Forsyth, who was wearing darker circles under his eyes, returned from outside, picking up today’s copy of the newspaper and the mail in his hand.
”Well?” Hugh, who had just come home for lunch, looked up and asked.
Foerth reached up and covered his mouth, yawning:
”Not too bad; the editor I know was so pleased with the subject and writing style of my new book that he decided to arrange for serialization as soon as possible.
”You don’t know, the horror legend of the Bakerland Hospital has become very popular lately, and there are already best-selling novel writers who have been inspired by it and have started to serialize similar stories, and I can’t believe I’m not one of the first!”
”…… That’s a good thing.” Hugh thought for a second and nodded seriously.
It meant that Forsyth, who also wrote about the horrific legends of Birkeland Hospital, wouldn’t get as much attention, and her new pen name wouldn’t be put to the test.
”I know.” Voorhees dropped the paper and pulled a few of the letters inside, flipping through them quickly.
Soon she found a reply from her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham.
Foerth’s expression became quite serious, and she quickly removed the envelope, unfolded the letterhead, and did the skimming:
”…… Benjamin Abraham was a native of Intis, living during the time of Roselle …… He left nothing of value behind except his knowledge of the occult and a small legacy… …Then that was destroyed by the Aurora Society and I can’t provide the appropriate information ……”
Mr. Germaine Sparrow is going to be disappointed …… Forsyth pursed her lips and played a trick, burning the letter paper in her hand to ashes.
Then, she began to write a reply to the letter, asking her teacher if he knew about the secret relics of the “Blood Emperor” Alistair Tudor.
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Benjamin AbrahamsThis clue is broken …… It’s all the fault of those crazy people in the Aurora Society …… Klein went above the gray mist and listened to the prayers of the “magician” lady.
At the same time, he learned of the news of the serialization of the horror legend of Birkeland Hospital.
Back in the real world, Klein was about to go out to dinner when he suddenly saw the messenger lady walking out of the void with four heads, one of which had a letter in its mouth.
”Who sent it?” Klein inquired, slightly puzzled.
The three remaining heads of Renette Tignicole answered in turn:
”Seduced by ……” “The ……” “Idiot ……”
Who is this …… Klein, growing more and more confused, took the letter and unfolded it to read it:
”The real culprit behind those things is George III, his aim is to become the ‘Black Emperor’, are you interested in sabotaging this?”
”Tris.”
Tris? This witch actually dares to write to me now, isn’t she afraid of being caught on the spot by Miss Messenger? By the way, the messenger lady just said that the sender of the letter was a “seduced fool”…… Tris seduced a man and asked him to help summon a messenger, while she herself hid far away and waited for the other party to contact her through the mirror? She’s still very smart. …… Well, she’s really persistent in tracking down this matter, isn’t she worried about being killed by me or George III? That man should be an extraordinary person, it is still very difficult for an ordinary person to perform the ceremony of summoning a messenger, after all, it mainly relies on one’s own spirit and spirituality …… Klein was first astonished for a while, and then came to a realization.
Then he began to wonder how Tris could have guessed that George III wanted to become the “Black Emperor”.
Without enough knowledge of the occult, the rituals of the “Black Emperor”, and the corresponding history, it would be difficult for even a demigod to guess, and it would never be as easy as the “Red Angel” evil spirit said!
Did Tris have other helpers? Or did she obtain more power from the “original witch”, including all kinds of knowledge and secrets? Kraven frowned slightly and felt that the problem there was not small.
If he had the chance, he would definitely get rid of the witch Tris.
After thinking for more than ten seconds, he took out a paper and pen from his clothing pocket and brushed it to write a reply:
”There is some interest, but I don’t know how you want to do it.”
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A man in his thirties in the area of the Beckland Bridge was horrified to see the headless, no, four-headed banshee that had appeared not long ago protrude in front of him and drop a letter.
”Are all messengers in the occult world this scary?” The man waited nearly five minutes for Renette Tynicol to leave before catching his breath, picking up the letter, opening it and reading it.
In the process, his gaze grew fiery as he was able to meet with that dreamy beauty again.
As instructed, he waited until late afternoon to find a paste-like mass of something black, separating a small amount and applying it evenly to a mirror.
After a few seconds, the mirror became ethereal, as if connected to another world.
It was also the work of blinking, the mirror presented a room that was very different from the current environment, and there stood a young girl in a deep black dress, gentle and pure beauty, it was none other than the magical girl Tris.
The man who completed the ceremony immediately exuded a few moments of infatuation, his voice unconsciously softened and said:
”The reply said that there is a certain amount of interest.”
The shallow swirls on both sides of Tris’ cheeks bloomed a little, making both inside and outside the mirror seem a little brighter.
She said with a relaxed brow:
”I will send you a letter, which you will forward to Germaine Sparrow, and absolutely must not read the contents.”
After receiving the man’s unhesitating promise, Tris reached out her right hand and wiped it on the mirror, making the shadowy watery light disappear.
She whirled around and found a pen and paper, deliberated for a few seconds, and wrote quickly:
”The secret mausoleum required for George III’s ceremony is supposed to come from the ‘Blood Emperor’ Alistair Tudor, and there is a being who knows a great deal about it, and may be able to help us infiltrate without any problems, and make a disruption during the ceremony.
”I have a way to contact that being, but it will have to wait until the next full moon, and all you need to do is provide me with some blood, hair, pieces of flesh, or white bones of the descendants of the House of Abraham.
”Tris.”