Part 5 The Red Priests Chapter 199 Three Arrows
There was no time to think about such details, but Kraven, whose existence had been “hidden”, immediately switched the position of “Winner” Nyuni with the new secret puppet, which had been specially made from pirates.
Immediately afterward, he turned on “Creeping Hunger” and teleported to the secret mausoleum in Ahova County with his secret puppets, Nyuni and Chunas.
–As for the remaining Secret Puppets in Memorial Day Square, they will not die on the spot within half an hour, but they will seem to be in a daze, which is not very noticeable when listening to the speech. After that, if Klein didn’t return, the Red Gloves of the Church of the Night would come to take care of it.
Meanwhile, outside the secret mausoleum in East Chester County, Bernadette, wearing a girlish yellow cake dress and an old-fashioned black fedora, emerged surrounded by pea vines that grew out of thin air.
Her chestnut-colored hair fell naturally, her eyebrows were long and straight, and her eyes seemed to condense an azure sea.
Looking at the mountain wall in front of her, this “Mysterious Queen” stretched out her right hand and quickly sketched symbols in the void.
With the movement of her fingertips, drops of bright red blood like fine jewels seeped out and solidified in mid-air.
Soon, a complex symbol made up of layers of “gates” appeared, and they trembled slightly, resonating with somewhere.
In a blink of an eye, the blood-colored symbols expanded into an illusory translucent door, through which a huge mausoleum made of black stone could be vaguely seen.
Bernadette took a step at once and passed through the illusory door to a dim and deep area.
The light here came from the lamps of the stone pillars that hovered on either side of the road and from the strange subterranean mosses that grew on the cliff walls, and together they illuminated the secret mausoleum that lay at the bottom in a pale mist.
”The symbols provided by Mr. Door really worked!
At that moment, as a ritual was being performed deep underground, a little bit of deeper light gathered, and in the dimness of the sky, a figure was formed.
The silhouette had a partial square face shape, black hair and blue eyes, a high nose, a thick beard, and a rather solemn look.
His appearance and image was not unfamiliar to many of the Rune populace, as it was printed right on the front of the 10 pound bill, and of course, those who had never gotten a 10 pound bill in their lives could see his statue or portrait in places like Remembrance Day Square.
He was the founder, protector, and original king of Rouen, William Augustus I.
It was k!
k had descended directly from Berkland with the help of a ceremony!
Bernadette’s expression didn’t change much, and with a flip of her palm, she had an additional item.
The item was golden in color, like a shrunken kettle with a wick sticking out of the mouth.
As Bernadette’s right hand rubbed the surface of the item, which was covered with mysterious and complex symbols, the wick flared up without a sound.
The light it emitted was like a viscous stream of water that spewed upwards, forming a blurred and distorted pale gold figure.
”Eternal Lamp God, my second wish is to gain the strength of the ‘Emperor of Knowledge’ for one day.” Seizing the chance that William Augustus I had not yet completely descended, Bernadette spoke solemnly in the Giant’s language.
The item in her hand was called the “Wishing Lamp”, which was probably from the first era, and although it had never been obtained by the seven churches, it had a corresponding “0” level seal number:
”0-05″!
This item can grant the holder any ten wishes, but this can either be done in a twisted form or with unpredictable and horrific consequences.
None of its former owners came to a favorable end, including Rossel Gustav.
The great emperor had warned his daughter that she could find ways to circumvent the dangers of the first two wishes with words and preparations, but she could never make a third wish, never!
……
Ahova County, near the secret mausoleum, Klein, who had arrived here in a stealthy state, didn’t alert anyone.
Although time was already tight, he still didn’t recklessly approach the mausoleum and draw symbols to open the door, but instead, he probed his right hand and grabbed into the air in front of him.
After five consecutive strokes, Klein’s arm muscles suddenly tensed as if he was pulling something extremely heavy.
As his right hand recovered, a silhouette flew and outlined itself.
This silhouette’s skin was bronze in color, medium build, black hair and brown pupils, soft features, and a very thin black mole growing below his right ear, it was precisely Azk Aegis.
However, unlike the Mr. Aztec that Klein knew, this figure’s gaze was indifferent, wearing a deep black robe embroidered with gold threads and a bird-shaped crown made of gold, seemingly looking down on all living beings.
This is the former “consul of death”, Sequence 2 angels!
Without looking around, Klein once again reached out and grasped into the void.
This time, he didn’t seem to be holding anything back, but in fact, he had already summoned his own self from a dozen seconds ago, in a state of invisibility!
Then Klein threw a metal vial to his projection, and let the being enter the historical aperture in the gray mist.
Inside the past him, the consciousness suddenly came to life and became extremely animated.
The secretive Kraven brought the projection of “Death Consul” Aztec to the secret mausoleum where the entrance could not be seen, and took out the metal vial just now, and used his spirituality to pull the blood inside that shimmered with jeweled luster, and sketched out the symbol of “door” in mid-air quickly. The symbol given by Mr.
The symbol quickly took shape and resonated with a certain point in the mausoleum, expanding into an illusory door.
The secretive Kraven and the “Death Consul” Aztec passed through the gate and entered the corresponding secret tomb one after another.
By this time, the guards inside had already realized that there were intruders and started the rituals that had been prepared in advance, but the only person they could see was the “Death Consul” who was high above them.
Somewhere in Birkeland, the former Duke of Southwell, Derink Augustus, was about to descend into the secret mausoleum with the help of a passage opened by the ceremony, when a man beside him suddenly frowned and said:
”This is Azk Aegis, no, k is dull, like a historical projection summoned by the ‘Ancient Scholars’ of the Order of the Secret Doctrine.
”Your Highness, it’s better for me to go over there, you stay here and guard against the ‘Ancient Scholars’ hiding in the shadows, they’re not angels but they’re troublesome enough.”
Drinker Augustus, a slightly arrogant old man with a lot of silver threads in his black hair and not much of a beard on his face, let out a laugh as he sniffed:
”Isn’t that ‘Ancient Scholar’ right next to him? Although he is in a state of seclusion, I have already discovered him through the imbalance of the surrounding area.
”He’s misleading us into thinking that he intentionally let the summoned historical images attack this place while his main body went elsewhere, but in reality, he’s hiding right next to the Aztec projection, waiting for this ‘Death Consul’ to attract attention, and waiting for us to put our main forces elsewhere, then he will approach the mausoleum with the aid of stealth and destroy it.
”Moreover, no matter what the reason is, since he summoned the Angelic Projection, you won’t be able to resolve the target in a short period of time even if you’re carrying a ‘0’ level seal, and if the mausoleum is affected as a result of that, our efforts and perseverance will be in vain.
”If that ‘Ancient Scholar’ did a triple misdirection and actually went to another mausoleum, it’s unlikely that he’ll be able to summon another angel from another historical orifice, and you can remove him fairly simply.”
At the same time as the first paragraph was spoken, Drinker Augustus was already in the passageway opened by the ritual, and the remainder was spoken one sentence at a time by the shadowy figure of k remaining in the place.
Inside that secret mausoleum in Ahowa County, Azk Aegis, who had an indifferent gaze and cold expression, scanned the circle, and his body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a giant snake that covered the sky above the mausoleum.
This giant snake is both illusory and real, seems to be composed of things that are incomprehensible to human beings, k covered with large shadowy green and obvious black scales all over the body, a white feather grows between the gaps, each feather and each scale has a different shape of strange symbols, even if you just see it, it will make a person’s flesh and blood rot and turn into a living corpse.
This was the Feathered Serpent God from the myths and legends of the Southern Continent,k with pale flames burning in its eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thickly feathered wings unfolded behind it.
In the sound of the oozing wind, the feathered serpent coiled in midair probed the upper half of its body forward and opened its mouth to spit out a pale flame that was enough to cover the entire mausoleum.
…… Mr. Aztec s historical pore image must be much weaker than the original, but it also has this kind of power …… Worthy of being the God of Death s own son, the consul of the Byron Empire …… Hidden State of the Although Klein had done summoning experiments to the sea, he still did not expect the Aztec projection that entered the state to be so strong.
At that moment, a little bit of slightly deeper light flew out from the interior of the mausoleum, causing the tidal wave of rushing pale flames to no longer be able to advance.
They then constructed a human figure, which was Derink Augustus, who was at the rank of Sequence 2 “Balancer”.
At the sight of K, the hidden Klein suddenly became rigid and stiff, and could only act on instinct, as Klein’s body returned from the hole in history, outside the secret mausoleum.
Then, Klein teleported directly outside a secret mausoleum downstream of the Tasok River, took out another metal vial, and in his stealthy state used his spirituality to pull the blood inside to fly out and outline the symbols.
Within seconds, the symbols resonated and transformed into gates, and Klein, with his secret puppets, Chunas and Njoni, took a step inside.
Of course, outside, in the river and in the forest, he still had the secret puppets he had just transformed into lurking.
……
Near the “Ruin #1” in the outskirts of Berkland, a figure deactivated her invisibility and appeared.
She had dark hair, a slightly round face, a clear look, with a bit of sweetness, and an extremely outstanding temperament, which was precisely the witch Tris.
After Tris approached the “No. 1 Ruins”, she also took out a metal vial and used the blood inside to paint the symbol provided by Mr. Gate.
An illusory door quickly took shape.