Volume 7: The Hanged Man Chapter 28: Dialogue
If that demigod creature hadn’t automatically crashed into the “Devil’s Oil Painting” just now, I would have had to summon Mr. World’s Historical Porosity Image. …… Uh, I wonder if this is a direct request for help at the angelic level. I don’t know if this counts as directly asking for angelic help. …… Voorhees drank the potion while thinking about it.
To her, the magic potion was like ice water with a temperature so low that it could frostbite a person, and wherever it passed, all her senses disappeared, leaving only her thoughts still frozen.
When a person is extremely cold, it is inevitable to produce hallucinations, Forsyth vision, instantly appeared in the night sky, the night sky, dense bright stars intertwined into a dreamy river.
Foerth’s body surface then reflected a little bit of starlight after a little bit of starlight, which seemed to come from herself.
That little bit of pure starlight created an invisible connection with the different stars in the night sky, and as those rays of light flickered, they twisted, wriggled, and bugbears-like burrowed out of Foerth’s body, wanting to throw themselves into that fine diamond-encrusted Milky Way.
They each carried a portion of flesh and blood and a little bit of consciousness, like uncontrolled doppelgangers.
Voorhees’ thoughts raced and became confused, barely able to control herself against the tendency to separate.
It was then that she sensed something unreal.
It was the seal she had completed with the “Demon Painting”, and it was projected into the mysterious world created by the potion, forming an abstract, vague mark.
Without thinking, Forsyth followed her instincts and extended part of her consciousness along with her spirituality, entangling herself with the abstract mark.
The mark wasn’t so attuned to her, it seemed to have parts that didn’t belong to her, but could barely be one with her.
Suddenly, the abstract mark became quite clear in Voorhees’ mind; it was a “door” with layers and layers of mysterious symbols.
The “door” hid Voorhees behind herself, isolating her from the surrounding starry sky.
At the same time, on the other side of the “door”, the sealed horrible creature seemed to sense the breath of the enemy, and utilized its own divinity to frantically erode the illusory “door”, which just happened to cancel out the influence of the outside starry sky on Voorhees.
After a dozen seconds, the night sky with the bright Milky Way slowly receded, and that little bit of starlight then returned to Foerth’s body and merged with her.
At that moment, a deep darkness vaguely appeared in front of Voorhees’ eyes, and in the depths of the darkness were never-ending storms and occasional bright lightning.
In the next second, Voorhees’ ears rang with that familiar voice, which pierced her head like a steel spike stirring her brain.
Foerth’s expression immediately twisted, if not for the fact that she had experienced similar things over and over again, had a certain degree of resistance, and also possessed the Holy Personality itself, at this point most likely would have lost control outright.
Of course, there must be a “good luck” influence here.
It took her several seconds, relying on her meditation skills, to finally calm down and hear clearly what the voice was crying out for.
It was asking for help!
–It wasn’t Giant, nor Elvish or Ancient Hermetic, but a language that Voorhees had never encountered before, but which she understood on first hearing, only to realize that it seemed like the true source of many of the current languages.
”Mr. Door’s frantic cries of “Help!” every full moon are a disgrace in the King of Angels. …… However, even if K was asking for help, it would be too much for me to bear. …… Forsyth said a few words, thinking about whether to pretend not to hear, after the initial collection of spirituality, mastered the extraordinary ability of the “secret mage”, in the next full moon and then talk to Mr. “door”, or to do some communication now! Or should we make some communication now?
Suddenly, the cries from the infinite distance stopped, and the surroundings became deathly silent.
After two or three seconds, an ethereal voice that could pierce through the spiritual body entered Voorhees’ mind:
”You are using the extraordinary traits from the Abrahams.”
The words were flat, without the slightest rise or fall, yet they made the veins in Voorhees’ forehead jump straight up, her eyes were finely filigreed, and her body was radiantly glowing.
She almost lost control of herself.
”Who are you?” Voorhees asked deliberately as she settled down.
The voice that seemed to be inducing her to lose control step by step laughed lowly:
”You can call me Mr. ‘Gate’.
”You should be no stranger to me.”
This King of Angels of the Fourth Age directly pointed out that Voorhees had a certain connection with K and could hear the “full moon ravings”.
…… I’m going to write you into a novel! Voorhees clenched his teeth darkly and opened his mouth to inquire:
”Dear Mr. ‘Gate’, are you the ancestor of the Abraham family, His Highness Bertram?”
The voice that came through the countless barriers resumed its flatness from a moment ago:
”Yes.”
”Then are you aware that your ‘plea for help’ plunged the entire Abraham family into a curse that lasted over a thousand years, where basically no one was able to become a ‘traveler’, or even a ‘record officer ‘? They always got out of control and became monsters during promotions or on the night of a full moon.” Forsyth felt that he couldn’t have a long conversation with Mr. Gate, or his tendency to lose control would be irreversible, so he directly asked the question that Abrahams were most concerned about.
Mr. “Door” said after two seconds of silence:
”They no longer have ‘secret mages’, no other demigods?”
”Not after the ‘Battle of the Four Emperors’, and the curse you brought with you made it so that no one of them was able to advance to Demigod, if you can stop calling for help for ten years, perhaps a new Abrahamic Demigod will be born, which will be more helpful for you to get out of the trap.” Voorhees sincerely put forward his suggestion.
”Mr. Gate” sighed and said:
”I was marooned in the eternal night, suffering from the storm that would not stop blocking me, unable to know what happened in the real world, and did not realize that there was not a single demigod left in the entire Abraham family.”
Lies …… calmly made this comment is not Voorhees, but holds the “Fool” card, holding the “Staff of the Stars”, sitting in the “Source Fortress Inside the “Source Castle”, Klein, who was closely monitoring the corresponding Crimson Star, made this comment calmly.
He remembered that the Emperor had mentioned in his diary that Mr. Gate had some knowledge of reality – it seemed that he could see and hear what was going on outside the seals with the help of the changes brought about by the full moon.
After sighing, Mr. Gate continued:
”Moreover, the call for help during the full moon is not something I can control.”
”Why?” Forsyth asked offhandedly, taken aback.
Mr. “Door” said in a wispy voice:
”You are already a demigod, and should be well aware of the point that the higher the sequence, the greater the threat of madness.
”A normal angel, even if he can freely walk on the ground and do what he likes without the need to fight extra battles, may gradually be affected by extraordinary characteristics and become unlike himself, or even appear to be half crazy, I, a king of angels who has been banished and sealed for more than a thousand years and does not even have a person to communicate with, have not gone completely crazy already shows that I am strong and lucky enough.
”Whenever the full moon comes, the crazy part of me gets strengthened, making me so uncontrollable that I can only keep calling for help over and over again.”
I see… …… If I were locked up like that, I’d probably go crazy in a few months… …… Uh, if alcoholic beverages, newspapers and magazines, books of all sorts, different cuisines were provided, I could last a year… no, six months… …Forsyth nodded with something of a daze and asked rather perfunctorily:
”Is there anything I can do for you? And what can the Abrahams do to remove the curse?”
”The door,” Mr. Door said after a few seconds of silence:
”Set up a ceremony to help me out of the trap, that way the curse will cease to exist.
”There are two kinds of rituals, one is to sacrifice one demigod from each of the ‘Diviner’, ‘Apprentice’ and ‘Stealer’ paths as a sacrifice …… The second is to take the blood of at least ninety-nine of the extraordinary members of the House of Abraham and draw one of these symbols with it ……”
”…… I’ll pass it on to them.” Forsyth responded instantly.
At the same time, she added in her mind that it was only with Mr. “Fool”‘s permission.
Mr. “Gate” smiled and said:
”If I can get out of this, I’ll help you become an angel ……”
K’s voice grew fainter and fainter, and seemed to be returning to its original state with the end of Fools’ promotion.
That is, after two or three seconds, Voorhees could not hear this voice that could put herself a little bit on the path to losing control at all, and the deep darkness and horrible storm in front of her eyes likewise disappeared.
However, before this scene completely faded away, Foerth through them, vaguely saw a vast land made of crimson rocks, saw an ancient building similar to a pyramid standing there, and saw that behind that building, the darkness was deep and the stars were twinkling, which was very different from the starry sky that she, the “astrologer”, had seen on the ground.
What is this? Forsyth shook his head, controlled his scattered thoughts, and began to seriously restrain his spirituality.
Once she had initially adapted to the “Secret Mage” state, she immediately assumed a prayer position and reported what she had just experienced to Mr. “Fool” in its entirety, without missing a single point.
After doing this, Voorhees put away the “Devil’s Oil Painting” and “teleported” back to the harbor of Pritz, where she met with her teacher, Dorian Gray Abrahams, who was waiting in the warehouse.
Seeing his student unharmed, Dorian exhaled and said in a very believer-like manner:
”Thank you Mr. ‘Fool’ for your blessing.”
He had finally taught a Sequence 4 “Secret Mage” who had not rebelled.
Since Mr. Fool had not yet responded, Voorhees did not tell her teacher about her conversation with Mr. Gate, and was going to wait until after the next full moon.
She smiled with the same relaxed smile:
”In addition to thanking Mr. ‘Fool’, I have to thank you, Sensei.”
……
Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.
Klein didn’t have any doubts about Mr. Gate’s claim of being half-mad, but he thought that there might be more hidden secrets, for example, why Mr. Gate kept on inducing Emperor Rossel to go to the moon, which was occupied by an Outer God. The place was occupied by a foreign god.
After thinking about it, he took out the Crimson Moon Coronet and the Universal Key from the Mist of History, intending to take the initiative to create a full-moon environment, and then listen to Mr. Door’s shouts.
The pair’s effectiveness had already been proven, and Klein soon heard a voice that seemed to pierce his own spiritual body.
The voice cried out something like:
”Don’t save me …… don’t save me ……”