novelonline Chapter 2572 Out of Control Spirituality
Chapter 2572 Out of Control Spirituality
Chapter 2572 Out of Control Spirituality
The "she" beside his ear suddenly chuckled, and Shade, who was concentrating on casting the spell, saw the witch covered by the canvas disappear as if she had transformed a living person, causing the raised cloth to fall completely onto the tablecloth.
He took away the canvas and saw a palm-sized rag doll with gray-black hair lying on the tablecloth. The doll's eyes were sewn with black buttons, and its nose was a red ball of cloth. There was a smug smile on its face.
"This"
Xia De then picked up the canvas again to cover it. When the canvas was removed, the witch reappeared. She sat up with the help of the tablecloth, pursed her lips and looked at him for a few seconds before looking away:
"There's something wrong with this Transfiguration. My human form is the result of the Transfiguration. It can actually force me to transform again based on the Transfiguration state. It seems that the cursed state has a great influence on me. It doesn't count this time. I'll try again when I'm in better condition."
As she said this, she turned her head away from looking at Xia De, leaving only her profile to him. It was clear that even the roots of her ears were red at this moment.
Shade was tactful enough not to discuss this topic again before lunch was over. When they set out again towards the depths of the woods, the witch simply transformed into an owl and stood on Shade's shoulder again:
"I have the habit of taking a nap. Do you mind if I stand on your shoulder and take a rest?"
"I don't mind, but isn't it you who's going to show the way?"
"I'll tell you the direction. I'll wake up when we get there."
Xia De felt that she definitely didn't want to take a nap, but clearly wanted to forget about the Transfiguration as soon as possible.
Around 1:30 pm, the two finally arrived at the destination chosen by the witch. It was a deserted village located in the woods. Most of the low houses had collapsed, and most of them were adobe houses. It looked like they had been abandoned for at least half a century.
"Dannister and I came here a hundred years ago, and it was indeed deserted. I don't know if the villagers moved to the city en masse or if there were other reasons."
The owl stood on Shad's shoulder and led him through the deserted village to the cemetery outside the village.
There were not many residents in these small villages in the woods, and the cemeteries outside the villages did not have churches, fences, and gravekeepers' huts like those in big cities.
It looked like a sparse woodland with slightly undulating ground, and the graves in the past had merged with the earth. But there was indeed a strong power of death here, and if someone committed suicide in such a place, there was a high probability that they would become an evil spirit.
"Maybe I'm still a little lacking in Transfiguration, but Psychicism is definitely no problem."
The owl flapped its wings and flew up, and the witch reappeared beside Shade.
She was not just directing Xia De to work, but she and Xia De were setting up the ritual site in the deserted village cemetery. However, because there were too few traces left after the explosion, she could only summon one more soul this time.
After everything was arranged properly, the unstable ten-ring life ring appeared behind the witch. The remaining tissues of the corpse were placed in a metal basin filled with water by Shade. She asked Shade to step back a few steps, and she herself stood in the center of the ceremony venue holding the metal basin:
"Death is with me."
After calling softly, he poured the liquid and floating objects in the basin onto the ground beneath his feet. Then, under Shad's slightly surprised gaze, the blood gradually made the ground transparent, until the land under Miss Winslet's feet turned into black water.
The water surface expanded as the water flowed outward, eventually forming a roughly circular area with a diameter of about five meters centered on her feet.
It was bright outside at the moment, and the early autumn afternoon sunlight shone through the treetops, casting mottled shadows in the forest, but the area where she was seemed to be trapped in eternal darkness.
A golden glow appeared on the witch's body to prevent her from being swallowed by the darkness, but her body was trembling slightly and it was clear that she was still feeling uncomfortable.
Shad himself was outside the dark area, but the familiar chill that penetrated his soul made him realize what Flora Winslet had done: she endured the double chill of body and soul, partially projected a part of the "real death" into the world of the living, and was able to ensure that the death was stabilized and would not spread:
"The Great Witch of Death really deserves this position. She is really more than just a master of Transfiguration!"
Although Sister Develyn could directly open the passage to "real death", she did so with the power of the chosen one. Now Miss Winslet projected the "real death" part into the real world, but she did so purely with her own talent and the power of the witch.
This not only requires a deep understanding of death, but also requires limiting the invasion of death into the world of the living. Shad believes that he is unable to do such a thing.
But Miss Winslet obviously didn't do this often. Looking at her trembling movements, it was clear that death had a great impact on her.
She did not speak to Shade again, but quickly cast a spell on the pile of corpses at her feet. Ten seconds later, a soul emitting a faint white light stood with her in the darkness.
This was the soul of the seventh-ring warlock, but even in soul form the witch frowned because it was a male.
She wanted to end this terrible spiritual environment as soon as possible, so she asked directly:
“How big is the [Tree Hole Association]?”
Although Xia De was less than ten meters away from her, the witch's voice that Xia De heard seemed to come from a very far distance and even had an echo.
"We are a big family, all of us are working towards one goal, there are at least 180 of us."
The soul with a dull expression was ultimately unable to resist.
Miss Winslet frowned deeply:
"What level is the highest level ring sorcerer among you? How many are there?"
"Twelve rings, I only know three of them."
Not having the thirteenth ring is still good news.
“How many people are there in the [Tree Hole Association] in the Vista Woodlands area right now?”
She continued to ask, her right hand already grasping her left arm, she wanted to use this action to keep warm.
The dull soul continued to answer:
"I don't know. My companions and I are only responsible for monitoring the traces of time fluctuations in the Bennett's old house."
The light on the soul that answered the question began to flicker. The witch's forced questioning made the soul quickly become unstable:
"How do you monitor the traces of time fluctuations?"
"Rituals, I don't understand these."
"What results have your surveillance and investigation yielded?"
"In Ximu Town, there is a big network of blood ties, time travel, and contradictions."
The spirit began to loom over the dark waters, and his words became sporadic.
Miss Winslet hastened to ask:
"Besides looking for the Time Tree Hole, do you have any other purpose for coming to Ximu Town?"
The soul had almost turned half black and merged with the strange area:
"I heard that the person who was chosen to chat about the important matter."
"what?"
The witch looked at the soul in surprise:
"Wait, what chosen one?"
But the soul that was about to disappear suddenly became clear again, but the pure white spirit body was dyed black, and it stretched out its hands to strangle Miss Winslet's neck:
"Why can you live!"
"Because I am alive."
The girl with gray-black hair raised her hand and waved. The surrounding darkness immediately swallowed up the soul, bringing this soul that should have left back to where it belonged.
She had done this many times before, but she didn't expect that this time, after the darkness engulfed the soul, when she tried to disperse the water under her feet, countless gray dry hands stretched out from the darkness in front of her:
"Why are you still alive!"
“It hurts so much! It hurts so much!”
“I don’t like beef!”
"Hate it, hate it!"
"Come on with us!"
Miss Winslet immediately stepped back, not caring about being surprised, and waved her right hand again, wanting the piece of death she summoned to take away these things that should not appear in the world of the living:
"Oh no, are the consequences of a level drop so serious?"
But as the deadly darkness engulfed the withered hands, she discovered that her body, starting from the feet, was also being engulfed by the dark waters.
Realizing that something was wrong, she hurriedly tried to cancel the magic to dispel the death. The process of interrupting the spell went smoothly, but she found that the darkness around her was not replaced by sunlight. Instead, the darkness and the water beneath her feet became more and more real, while the sunlight in the world of the living was getting farther and farther away from her.
It wasn't that death was spreading into the world of the living, but that she was being dragged into the world of the dead.
Death froze the soul, causing the flow of the spirit in the body to almost completely stop. She struggled to retreat, but her transparent feet seemed to be stuck to the water surface, and the scenery of the surrounding woods had completely disappeared.
Silver light shone from afar. The terrified Flora Winslet looked up and forward. In her eyes, transparent white souls appeared around her one after another, and passed by her one after another and walked towards the source of the light.
She didn't want to know what the increasingly bright silver light in front of her was, but her body raised her head uncontrollably. Then the huge silver moon half-sunken in the water illuminated her face, and the hollow feeling of death hidden in the depths of her soul instantly infected her completely, and her eyes turned silver under the moonlight.
"Dark Moon."
She lifted her immobile foot and tried to move forward, then she felt heat bursting from her right arm and a hand tightly grasped her arm.
Her cold skin regained consciousness when her body was dragged backwards. She then turned her stiff neck slightly and saw Xia De moving her backwards.
This feeling was very familiar. In the morning, she was pulled back to the "present" by this hand in the study. Now, looking carefully, Xia De had indeed stepped onto this phantom dark waters. The sun was returning, and the heat from his body, which belonged only to the living, seemed to dispel all the coldness and nothingness here.
(End of this chapter)