"I really didn't expect that in this world, someone would actually dare to do such a thing. Even if it was a sacrifice arranged by cultists, as far as I know, the largest one in the 18th century only involved a few thousand people. "
Jenkins brought the topic back to what he had just heard.
"That's because the cultists are not strong enough. If they have the power of King Cheslan, they will do things like Tarquin. I have no doubts about this. Those who control power have always needed to be vigilant Yes, because once human desires are magnified by power, all kinds of magical things will happen.”
Mr. Augustus also sighed, just about to enter the corridor with Jenkins, but saw Jenkins turn around suddenly.
I saw that Tarquin's soul, which was still still there, was shrouded in a strange gray fog. In Jenkins' eyes, part of the soul and part of the messy consciousness disappeared.
"Someone is trying to psychic his soul, but psychic can't take away the complete soul, so psychic most of the time can only call unconscious soul fragments and scattered spirit bodies lingering in the material world, if it is even more unlucky, It may also be a formed evil spirit wandering around the material world."
Mr. Augustus has seen this kind of thing a lot, and the latter outcome he speaks of is what happens to those young men who are daring but not awed in horror stories.
"Can you find out who is channeling him?"
Jenkins asked.
Mr. Augustus turned back to Tarquin and grabbed the air twice with his hand:
"The other party is not using abilities or ritual channeling, they are using numbered items. This is... A-05-3-4231 [Soul Echo]. It's really interesting..."
He turned to look at Jenkins and asked:
"Jenkins, why don't you just return to the real world from here? Before the psychic is over, I can use some means to replace the king's soul with your body and soul. Ordinary rituals probably won't hold you back. But since you have the power of monsters, I think as long as you don't resist and I push you, it will probably be enough to send you there."
Clang~clang~clang~
In the small warehouse near the mine in the east area of Nolan, the warehouse door was closed tightly, and the ventilation windows on the ceiling and the side windows were all covered with black opaque cloth. It was pitch black in the huge warehouse, because it was night, there was no natural light to shine in, and the light source in the warehouse was only six dimly lit candles.
The warehouse area is very large, but now there is not even a stack of papers stored. There is only a rectangular table under the central well-shaped beam, and there are six middle-aged men beside the table.
All six were wearing black robes of the same style, and five of them held hands with each other. Holding a small, delicate copper-colored hammer.
There is a candle at each person's feet, but there is no candle on the table, so that no one can see each other's faces clearly. As the triangular iron was struck continuously, the candlelight swayed subtly with every sound.
Everyone felt nauseous, and at the same time, a trace of inexplicable fear tried to make them let go of the hands that were tied to each other, but because they knew in advance the taboo of using this weird thing [Soul Echo], no one dared to have the slightest fear. action.
Suddenly, a wind blew up in the airtight warehouse, causing the already weak candlelight to almost completely disappear. At the same time, the table that none of the six people were touching began to shake violently, and then the chairs shook them with each other. Everyone gritted their teeth and did not let go of their hands. The man who was still hitting the triangle started to tremble.
The temperature dropped little by little until every breath they exhaled formed a white mist in the air. With six soft pops in a row, the yellow candlelight turned into a faint blue, and the people at the table knew that the soul they were looking for had arrived.
Because of the need to maintain the current posture, everyone has a blind spot in their vision. In addition, except for the area around the table, the entire warehouse is completely dark, so no one can observe what is psychic out.
But even if they are using the strange things, they have already thought about what they will encounter, so although they are frightened, they are not panicked at all.
"Did you come back?"
The man who kept knocking on the triangle was the first to speak, and his voice kept echoing in the empty warehouse. But no one gave him an answer, so after waiting in silence for half a minute, his tapping speed suddenly increased:
"Did you come back?"
snap~
A small stone was thrown onto the table from a dark distance. After the stone landed, it dripped and swirled on the table, and when it stopped, it happened to be in the very center of the table.
"Who are you?"
The man who got such an inexplicable but somewhat horrifying answer in the current atmosphere asked again, and the action of tapping the triangle did not stop. It's just that this time he didn't get any kind of response, so he was silent for dozens of seconds and changed the question:
"We need your soul. At this time, we will offer a sacrifice. Please accept the sacrifice and leave your soul."
Who knows who touched the mechanism at the bottom of the table with his foot, and the top of the square table turned over completely, revealing the sleepy woman who was tied under the table. This is a middle-aged woman with no discernible identity, but judging from her slight breathing movements, she is still alive.
There was a soft sound in the darkness, and more intense fear surged into everyone's heart. This is obviously the innate ability [Aura of Fear] that most evil spirits have, so the six of them resisted the throbbing in their hearts and waited for something in the darkness to respond.
Suddenly, facing the man holding the triangle iron, he seemed to be strangled by an invisible rope and hung up in the air. Because the companions didn't let go of their hands, the buttocks of the two people around him almost left the chair.
The hoisted man twitched in the air, then fell back on the chair with a loud bang. But he has completely lost consciousness, and if he is not still held by his companions, he may slip under the table.
"Do you think this sacrifice is not enough?"
The man holding the triangle forced himself to ask calmly, and then knocked harder. I don't know why, but the sound that came out this time actually left a buzzing sound in my ears for a long time:
"Do you really think this sacrifice is not enough? We just want a part of your soul to make a fake body similar to your appearance, and we don't need your whole soul."
The existence in the darkness was silent for a moment, and with the piercing wind blowing from nowhere, one of the six people was hoisted up, lost consciousness and fell down after the same convulsion.
The expression of the man holding the triangle became more serious, and he knocked on the instrument in his hand again, because of the sound, blood overflowed from everyone's ears:
"Don't think I'm here to negotiate with you. If it wasn't for the fear that your soul would be dissipated by us, do you think I would talk to you calmly?"
Another small stone was thrown onto the table from a dark distance. After hitting the woman's belly, it bounced under the table.
"You mean you want a living sacrifice?"
Still no answer, but another stone was thrown over. At first, several people thought it was a stone, but when it bounced off the table, they saw that it was a pitch-black plant seed.
"What the hell do you mean?"
The man's voice was a little irritable, he couldn't stand how many people wasted time for a mortal soul. But for the sake of the organization's plans, they had to do so.
Suddenly, I felt a hand resting on my shoulder, and then the cold feeling almost paralyzed the right side of my body. With the faint light of the candle under his feet, he saw the terrified expressions on the faces of the three companions who were still awake, so he knew that the soul had appeared.
Because of being channeled by the strange thing [Soul Echo], Tarquin's soul will definitely degenerate into an evil spirit, so the man is not surprised by the expressions of his companions. I just don't know why they are all blinking, but this weird thing is not allowed to speak to other living people who participated in it until the end of its use, so he can't get answers from his companions.
Soon, a hand was placed on the right shoulder, so he could imagine what kind of posture the evil spirit behind him was taking to touch him, but he was not nervous, as long as the psychic channeling had not ended, the evil spirit would not be able to Really hurt yourself.
The cold feeling spread from the shoulders to the whole body, not only because the hands of the evil spirit were as cold as ice, but also because the aura of death was spreading all over the body.
Because of the numbness brought by the terrifying aura, when the "evil spirit" stretched his hands from his shoulders down his arms to the triangle iron and the small copper hammer in his left and right hands, the man didn't react immediately.
And when the two hands stretched out from behind touched his, the man finally noticed that the hand stretched out from behind was definitely the hand of a living person.
"You~"
He wanted to speak but his mouth was out of control. Jenkins instilled a large number of death spirits at close range. Even a corpse can guarantee almost 100% resurrection. For a living person, this is like injecting into an artery sewage.
The man watched helplessly that the thing in his hand was snatched away by the man behind him, and as the psychic ritual with the monster as the core was interrupted, his other three companions jumped up, but at this moment, the handle that came from nowhere The sword cut down.
The two people on the left side of the man were directly cut into four pieces, while the companion on the right side of the man was actually entangled by a seed that took root and sprouted at an unknown time. Those branches tightly entangled him like tentacles, and finally wrapped him like a cocoon. With the toothache sound of bone cracking, the branches continued to shrink and close together, and blood continued to seep from the gaps in the branches.
But all this man could not see, because Jenkins had twisted his neck, completely interrupting the rite of passage.