As usual, Vanna calmed down and silently recited the sacred passage in the "Storm Codex" in her heart. Then she took out the
He took out a half-burned withered candle, placed it beside him, and lit the candlestick.
A cluster of bright flames danced on the top of the candle, and the calming aroma slowly spread as the essential oil evaporated. Vanna gently inhaled
He took a breath, then without hesitation slashed the dagger across his arm.
The blood seeped into the fine lines on the dagger, as if being absorbed by it, and she felt a brief pain in her arm - a pain that didn't even come close to her.
The feeling only lasted for a few seconds before it turned into a slight tingling sensation as the wound healed.
Fanna could even hear the gentle sounds of cell regeneration and blood clotting. She saw the wound on her arm heal quickly, and the sound of the waves
The sound came faintly from my ears.
She looked at the ritual dagger in her hand again, and after a slight hesitation, she placed the dagger stained with her own blood above the burning candlestick.
Flames licked the tip of the dagger.
"Please listen, Lord of Storms, Gospel of the Deep Sea, Maiden of the Sea of Tranquility, please listen, your followers need guidance..."
The flame crackled, and the blood on the dagger ignited in the blink of an eye, turning into a layer of hazy glow floating on the blade.
This is a sign that the channel has been established.
A saint, using blood as a guide, using a special prayer format, and following a very special ritual process, can establish a long-distance connection between himself and the gods.
It is a more stable and direct communication channel than when ordinary priests pray. That kind of ordinary power and "grace" is also the reason why "saints" are no different from priests.
A little bit of the clergy,
As for the ordinary "channel", it is not less stable and direct...
The sound of heavy and soft waves began to echo, as if it was echoing directly in his mind. Duncan felt the air around him gradually become moist.
Even a fishy smell seems to waft into your nostrils, and then you suddenly feel refreshed and the scene behind your eyes changes.
Duncan felt as if he had been violently thrown back into the real world. His heart was pounding, and a feeling of suffocation made him subconsciously take a deep breath.
Panting heavily, you looked up and looked around. You saw that the illusion had not completely dissipated, and the dagger in your hand had fallen under the table without you knowing when.
The candle was still burning quietly, the flame dancing and swaying peacefully.
As a saint, it is not uncommon to see the phantom or incarnation of the storm god Gemona during the ritual, but it is not uncommon to think that
With all the shocks today and the almost rebellious questioning thoughts in your mind, you still can't relax.
"... You are not a barbarian who can only jump and crackle," Duncan suddenly felt that communicating with the ghost captain was really tiring.
It will exceed the records in the information, and you always consciously neglect the other party's precautions in those unexpected exchanges, "except for 'come and see
It depends on the situation. What else does he want to do? You think... he hasn't left completely yet."
But suddenly, a strange color appears in the corner of your eye, and your confused thoughts come to an end instantly.
This seems to be a man in a long skirt, with a small shadow in front of him extending in all directions, and the man's face is hidden behind the veil.
In front of you, the shadows in front of you are winding and intertwined, like countless chains entwined together, and seem to be outlining something larger and more extraordinary.
The "body" of a human being's reason, and the figure in the long skirt is only a large part of that huge body - this large part that cannot be understood by mortals.
part,
Xu Zhi stared at the ghost captain in the mirror. After a few seconds, he suddenly took a step back and said, "Thank you very much for your
Help, at least from that matter, Pland is under your protection. "
However, Duncan could not finish his words, because the deep sea illusion around him suddenly became violently turbulent, and the light that was originally sternly exerted in the depths of the waves also
One after another, the phantom of the male god was not on the verge of collapse in the blink of an eye. Duncan felt that he was being "pushed" out of that channel.
, and after the connection is completely severed, you only vaguely perceive a few words;
Duncan took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat.
Is the male god telling me that something is about to happen? Is he warning me that there is no time limit to prepare for something? What does critical mean
What's on the brink? Another crisis? Another reality invasion-level disaster
Xu Zhi dared to urge the sleepy figure to move. You know, even though what he saw was just a projection,
The projection was indeed pointing directly at Gemona, and the question he had just asked was a very small risk.
"There is a difference" and "There is no time limit, it is approaching the critical point."
After a while, Duncan finally withdrew his gaze from the candlelight. You picked up the fallen dagger and quickly put it back into the drawer.
In a way, that can't even be considered a direct conversation with God.
Who knows when the dancing flame under this withered candle was dyed with a layer of dark green
The contact was completely cut off.
"Is he okay?"
"… no time limit… instant solution… critical…
"You..." Duncan hesitated for a moment, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he said directly, "You have survived until now because of the subspace.
Why did you still choose to be a saint and bless you? "
"No, you know what he means," Vanna interrupted Duncan. I looked at the old judge with a smile.
His words and attitude were actually quite polite, but his overly straightforward personality made people feel annoyed. "Just say something else..." He seemed
Got into trouble?"
The strange bedroom disappeared, and the seven weeks turned into an endless, gently surging dark blue sea. There was no strong blue light in the depths of the sea.
It was as if there were hundreds of thousands of mysterious light sources hidden in the deep sea. Xu Zhi felt as if he was in a vast and deep sea.
Center, and in the shimmering light behind your eyes, gradually a vague image emerges.
Sensing a chaotic atmosphere... so you came to check out the situation
The phantom of the male god was signaling him to speak.
The last second, you suddenly looked up at the dressing table behind you and at the oval mirror.
You paused for a moment, then straightened your face and said, "But that doesn't mean you should relax your vigilance against you and the Lost Homeland. You can still make sure
You are sure that you have no purpose for the civilized world... At most, after confirming that point, you will..."
"You are still in the real world, so you don't have to worry about that," Vanna said casually, "so you suggested that he should just go straight in like next time.
Come on over here—he's really going to mess up his room."
That goes beyond your duty as a believer, but you really want to know the answer.
"You may have the same stance, but your actions to protect Zeng Lande are unacceptable," Duncan raised his head, his face serious, "No one is here today.
Countless people survived the disaster. Putting aside your position as a judge, you should thank you.
This mysterious and vague figure seemed to move a little closer. She didn't speak, but Duncan felt that every "thought" was coming straight to him.
Then it appeared in my mind,
Does it have nothing to do with the crisis that Pland just went through
"Ritual? You think he misunderstood," Vanna shook her head in the mirror, her tone very calm, "You just suddenly sensed that his aura was extremely
I was in chaos, and thought there were still some tough enemies left in Zenglande City, so I came to check the situation...
…but now it seems that you were reckless.
"It was him?" Deng Gao stood up immediately, and then continued as if he had thought of something, "He was the one who disrupted your ceremony just now?"
Vanna frowned in the mirror, not seeming to have a headache. The overly vigilant and hostile attitude of the young judge behind her eyes: "He can't relax.
At worst, you are rude. You did leave, but the distance in time and space does not mean much to you. In addition, anyway, you just
He just protected their city-state, does he feel that he should at least say thank you?"
The figure of Fan Nuo appeared in the frame, staring at that side intently.
Duncan's thoughts were in a mess. That prayer did not make him feel excited. Instead, he felt more uneasy than during the day.
The gloomy and solemn figure spoke, and it was a very sudden question.
… and there is a difference…”
You waited in trepidation for a while, and suddenly, an idea entered your mind as if it had been implanted directly into your cerebellum.
Duncan met Xu Zhi's gaze, and after a few seconds he took a deep breath: "Sorry, it has something to do with you."
Duncan had a question mark on his forehead, and he didn't know if he had heard it wrong, but very slowly, he remembered the first time he saw the other person in the mirror.
The situation, and immediately showed a vigilant look: "He pulled you into the dream again?"
"Is there any difference?" Deng Qing was stunned. That complete answer was even more difficult to understand than the obscure and complete prophecy and revelation. You instinctively felt that
There should be no other "context" for that answer, but you just didn't understand the information and didn't hear it, which made you subconsciously
Asked, "What's the difference? You understand that you knew you were blessed by the warp and still chose..."
As for the latter, you still have no way of understanding what it means, but the former... doesn't seem to have a clearer meaning, which only makes you more confused.
"… It's related, but you're weird," Vanna said calmly, "Whether he wants to or not, he can't remove the mark you left on him.
, Duncan, you can sense his wonderful state at the moment - maybe you can't help him. "The straightforward thanks was beyond Vanna's expectations.
I originally thought that the girl's brain would be as solid as your muscles, but I felt awkward. "It's true... she is so serious,
You just mentioned it casually."
Your mind is spinning with the only information that came to your mind during this brief exchange.