novelonline Chapter 2684 Soul Flame and Mrs. Bronte
Chapter 2684 Soul Flame and Mrs. Bronte
Chapter 2684 Soul Flame and Mrs. Bronte
All the windows in the dilapidated auditorium were randomly nailed shut with wooden boards. The curved ceiling should have been covered with colorful murals, but now those murals were corroded by moisture, revealing a weird and terrifying abstract appearance.
The stench of dampness and decay hit them in the face. The fog inside the hall was not as thick as outside, so both Shad and the cat saw a tall undead ghost at the end of the hall, in front of the wall with the Bronte family tree engraved on it, hearing the sound of the door opening, turned around and looked at them.
The pale green will-o'-the-wisp had already lit up all the rusty kerosene lamps on the walls of the auditorium the moment it moved, and the pale green spirit of the soul showed that she was an evil spirit that had lost her mind.
The evil spirit looked like a slightly fat middle-aged woman, nearly three meters tall. She held a candlestick in the shape of a human skull in her right hand and wore a black tattered skirt.
Perhaps because its mission was to guard this place, it started attacking as soon as it turned around and saw Shade.
The candlestick was brought in front of its wide mouth, and then it was blown hard, and the pale green soul flame rushed towards the entrance of the auditorium like a sea of fire.
"This is soul flame, don't touch it directly!"
The gray and black cat on the chest immediately reminded me.
"Got it, ha~ Moonlight Slash!"
Shad clapped his hands together and pulled them forward suddenly, and a brilliant arc of silver light split the sea of fire and struck the undead at the end of the auditorium.
But the undead disappeared in the flames, and then appeared in another corner of the sea of fire that covered one-third of the auditorium. It raised the candlestick and blew it again, and the surging pale green flames swept towards Shad again.
"Raglai's Leap!"
He took a step forward and appeared in the sky on the right side of the undead where there was no fire the next moment. The moonlight ring on his right hand was spinning and rubbing against the air, making a buzzing sound. However, the ring flew past and split the sea of fire, and the undead moved to another part of the sea of fire again.
It’s not that Shade didn’t use the “Space Stabilization Aura”, but it’s obvious that the opponent didn’t use space movement at all this time.
"It moves in these flames. This is a special ability of special undead."
The cat on his chest gave another reminder, and Shade swung out the [Chain of Sin] and tied it to the wreckage of the chandelier above his head to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
The tall undead ghost that looked like a woman then made a cackling sound that was almost like laughter, and its body became even taller. Dozens of green fireballs rose up in the spreading sea of fire, and then perished together with the fiery red fireball that appeared beside Shad above the sea of fire.
"Do you need my help?"
Miss Cat was eager to try, but Shade shook his head:
"You are not needed to deal with such an enemy. What's the use of fire to move? This is not an open field with unlimited area. Close your eyes."
"what?"
"Three, two, one! Light magic!"
With her right fingertips raised high, the silver moonlight burst out in the small auditorium like the sun. Even though the cat witch closed her eyes in time, she still felt like she was about to melt in the light at that moment.
Cat hair, whiskers, eyelids, and even the tail hidden deep in the clothes, at this moment, all felt that the holy and pure moonlight seemed to have become real. When the moonlight disappeared and she opened her eyes again, the hall that was so gloomy just now seemed to have become a small sanctuary dedicated to the holy emblem.
The floor and walls at the entrance were emitting a silver glow everywhere. The dilapidated environment and the strange plants growing there also looked particularly strange at this time. Under the purification of such high-intensity moonlight, the pale green sea of fire had of course disappeared, and even the evil spirit curled up in front of the wall deep in the auditorium where it had just appeared, and its body gradually returned to normal human size.
"This can also be called light magic?"
The witch was greatly surprised:
"I have never heard of a light spell that can directly purify this special kind of undead. Which Moon Goddess's magic is this? Did she teach you this?"
But Xia De just rubbed her head subconsciously, not wanting to answer such questions here.
He brought the cat to the evil spirit and found that its body was covered with cracks. Xia De raised his hand to give her a final blow, but was stopped by the cat:
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, she is not a normal evil spirit. It is the environment here that made her lose her mind. Now that you have purified most of her power and resentment, I can temporarily restore her to normal."
She was about to jump out of Shade's clothes and cast a spell, but immediately changed her mind:
"Hold me over it."
Xia De thought this was a necessary step in casting the spell, so he picked up the cat by the cat's front paws. The witch then shyly wagged her tail, and her two front paws moved in the air a few times:
"Witch Secret Art - Charlotte's Mercy! No, not my assistant, this is the name of the ancient witch emperor."
In order to prevent Xia De from misunderstanding, she also explained it specifically.
Then a circular ritual array appeared on the ground where the undead was curled up, and a warm white light rose from the ritual array, accompanied by some pure white glowing feathers falling from the void. The luster of the feathers repaired her soul and temporarily restored her sanity.
Xia De took a few steps back and put the cat back into his clothes, then watched the woman, whose body had returned to her normal size, struggle to get up from the ground.
The color of her soul had turned pure white, and she looked up at Shade, a noble lady who looked to be about 40 years old. She did not pick up the candlestick, and after she stood up, she had no expression, neither angry at being nearly killed by Shade, nor confused about who the stranger was.
She just nodded slightly before asking:
"I haven't been awake for a long time. May I ask if you have killed my son?"
"Excuse me ma'am, who is your son?"
Xia De asked suspiciously. The lady was silent for a moment, then turned her head and looked at the Bronte family tree on the wall:
"Theodore Bronte."
The dark-haired lady in 1821 said that Theodore Brontë in 1787 is Ben Brontë today, and Ben Brontë today is York Brontë in 1854. There are three generations in the family, except for Theodore Brontë who is a baron, the other two identities are the second sons of the family.
His grandfather and uncle were both York Bronte himself.
"I'm sorry, I haven't killed anyone from your family."
Xia De said this, and the noble lady lowered her eyes and turned to Xia De again:
"So, do you belong in this time?"
Xia De and the cat that raised its head on his chest looked at each other and knew that they had found the key person:
"Ma'am, before we answer our questions, perhaps you should answer some of our questions as well. We have come all the way here because of your son, but there are some things we haven't figured out - what exactly did he do?"
"Theodore, he fooled death."
Most of the long benches in the chapel had collapsed, but there was still room to sit. Shade sat down, and the lady's spirit still stood in front of the wall.
She looked expressionlessly at the strange young man from the North with a cat's head on his chest. The purification effect of the "light magic" could last for a while, and she remained rational during this time.
"I did come from the future, and I discovered that your son has turned into an inhuman monster. But if I want to eliminate him at the source, I must find out what happened to him."
"Young man, what do you want to know?"
The soul asked.
"You said he fooled death, but what happened?"
The story was much shorter than Shad had expected, at least much shorter than the Cummings’ story, and it offered a simple, soul-calming explanation:
"Theodore didn't want me and his father to die, but we died anyway; he didn't want his sister to die, but she died too. He didn't want to die himself either. Our deaths drove him crazy. He was never a brave boy, so he thought of many ways to stay away from death.
Theodore told me that he looked through the books in his home and found a real 'Grim Reaper' in the forest, hoping to gain a long life. "
"He succeeded?"
"He failed. He was cursed by that mysterious being. His death was destined to come three years later, which is now 1787. So Theodore used the tree hole to travel through time and skipped 1787. He was destined to die this year, so as long as his life does not pass through 1787, he will never die."
Both Shade and the cat on his chest showed awe. Normal people would not think of such a method, but it did explain the current situation:
"I feel like he succeeded after all. Are you sure that his being cursed with a doomed death wasn't part of his plan? Well, you don't know either, so he never came back after that?"
"Death is drawing him back. He has fooled Death but he cannot control time. He is occasionally brought back by force, at a different age and with a different identity, but he leaves soon after.
I have been in a daze since I came to this world, and my memory is not clear, so I can't explain how often he comes back."
So when Shad pushed him back at the "last night" party in 1854, he didn't necessarily realize that this was not a natural phenomenon.
But by now, Bronte’s story becomes clear.
Theodore Brontë tried to escape death by skipping his life in 1787, the year of his death, which made him a "time traveler" forever. He then lived in different eras as his own descendants until he was discovered by Shade in 67, 1854 years later.
The time paradox was created from the beginning, because Theodore Bronte should not have existed after 1787, so the paradox worm must be born.
"Excuse me, why are you here? Although this is the border between life and death, as long as you don't die in the family cemetery, your soul should theoretically continue to move forward."
Shade asked again.