At the end of the red-lit corridor, several people held their breath, and then saw flames appearing from the fingertips of Mr. Candle, who was crouching down. This is his attempt to rekindle the candle that he blew out with the fire of grace, but the wick does not accept this flame at all.
"Obviously that's it, I think we'll have to relight the candle in our own way so the so-called key will reveal itself."
He said to his friends, and then the woman, whose name and title he has not disclosed, was the first to say:
"This is simple. I have seen similar things in the ruins of ancient devil worshipers. I will come first."
As she spoke, she bit her tongue and sprayed blood on one of the candles, then whispered:
"The blood of passion illuminates the way forward."
There was a soft bang, and the orange flame jumped up. This was the first light different from red that everyone saw after they came to this strange place, and everyone had an expression of joy on their faces.
"This is an ancient ritual, often used for sealing or imprisoning. It is said that the most primitive version is a strange hexahedral seal... In short, this ritual is carried out according to the peculiar 'law of accident', described in simple sentences, and used to ignite Candles are often objects, emotions or even abilities that you have from time to time but often don’t notice.”
The woman explained, then took a step back to signal for the others to come forward. The old gravekeeper fully understood her words, so he stepped forward, bent down, picked up a handful of dust, put it on his fingertips and blew gently, the dust dispersed into the air and fluttered, and then touched a candle, and the black flame immediately danced stand up:
"The dust of decay speaks of the future."
The gravekeeper said softly, even though this ritual does not require words.
"Then I'll do the next one, I think it should be easy."
A follower of the righteous god [Lightless Moon], the night watchman said, doing nothing but stretching out both hands to lightly hold an unlit candle:
"The passive light guides all beings."
This time it is lit up with a silver brilliance, this silver fire light is very beautiful and elegant.
The night watchman retreated. Mr. White Cat walked to the inverted pentagram, coughed and took out some scraps of paper from his pocket. It can be seen that these paper scraps should have stayed in his pocket for a long time, and he didn't even take them out when washing clothes, otherwise it would make no sense that the paper scraps would be mixed with the fabric scraps inside the pocket:
"The memories of the past are blocked and dirty."
The dim gray light came on, and Mr. White Cat let out a long breath and looked at Jenkins, signaling that it was his turn. Now there are only two minutes left before the ten-minute deadline, and he is going faster.
“Things I always have but rarely pay attention to…”
His brain was running fast, and he soon got his attention, so he said to the candle:
"I am an honest man... the fire of honesty is the essence of civilization."
If this sentence is a lie, it means that he is usually dishonest, but he usually thinks that he is very honest, so in fact, what he often has but does not notice is a "lie", which fits his own priesthood of lies;
If this sentence is true, it means that he is usually very honest, but he is considered the god of lies, and his most powerful power is lies. This honesty means that he has deceived himself but in fact he has not deceived himself. , which also qualifies for the Portfolio of Lies and also qualifies for "possessed but not noticed".
This kind of logic is indeed feasible. The golden flames are jumping and merged with black, gray, orange and silver lights. The lines forming the inverted pentagram on the floor are filled with the color of the flame. When the inverted pentagram lights up When I woke up, the frightening red light group rose from directly below the pentagram, and I could faintly feel that this light was the only light source that illuminated the world, and a silver key was in this light group in the middle.
"This is it!"
Jenkins said in surprise, he reached out to touch the light ball but subconsciously withdrew his hand.
"Wait, something's wrong."
Something was wrong, because at the same time Jenkins reached out his hand, another rotten human hand stretched out from the ceiling of the corridor, inserted into the red light ball, and took out the key.
Everyone raised their heads to look at the ceiling, and the ghoul swallowed the key into its belly against the ceiling, looking at everyone with protruding eyes like fish eyes.
"Thanks to your guidance, I was able to find the ultimate 'prize' in this treacherous world, the only key to lead the group through the Silver Key Gate."
It smiled and retreated to the iron door without a keyhole, and the door had disappeared at this time, revealing the endless white light behind it.
"Humans, there is no possibility of failure in this plan from the very beginning. If the believers of the righteous gods cannot find the paradox, we will transport more and more people to the material world through the paradox; if you find it like this Then I can get this long-lost C-03-0921 [Silver Key], and use this key to really open the door of the silver key, which is one of the few doors that really connects to the material world. The gates of the world are the few legal access to the physical world... "
"Don't even think about leaving!"
The grave watchman and the night watchman reached out their hands at the same time to grab the laughing ghoul, but its body couldn't be touched like a shadow.
Mr. White Cat raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of shining smoke, and then dragged the shadowed ghoul down from the sky. The woman next to him pulled up the ghoul's front paws and performed a beautiful overhand throw. The posture looked like a military martial art of the Cheslan Kingdom.
"Now I remember where I saw her. On that train, it turned out that she didn't die because of Mr. Mischief's ticket..."
Jenkins thought to himself, and then breathed a flame at the ghoul, who screamed in the gifted fire but was not injured. It grabbed Jenkins' arm, and the nails of its front paws were deeply embedded in Jenkins' flesh, and the poison immediately entered his body.
"Go first, you will be here in ten minutes. I will take care of everything."
Jenkins said to his companions, and Mr. White Cat, who trusted him a lot, and Miss Spy, who didn't trust him, jumped into the light door immediately, but the two bestowers from the Orthodox Church did not leave.
"Let's go, if it really drags on to the next cycle, all this will be in vain, and there may be more aliens entering the city in the next wave."
Jenkins talked to the two while chatting with the ghoul.
"But if you fail, and the ghoul leaves with that key, the disaster will be worse than the fifth cycle of delusion. We will not leave, time is short, start fighting."