"Yes, I am the successor of Ashburn—Gurranid Ashburn."
Along with Qingxuan, no, Guranid's answer, a whisper came from the mouth of the "beast".
"—Ask the name of the angel."
"If you can't answer, let me take it!"
Everyone, whether they had answered or not, fell silent. They did not solve the answer. Only one person emerged. He was Shinji Matou, who used the alias Shen Zhong.
"Aladiah."
Instantly, the "beast" stopped moving, and an expression of disbelief appeared on Guranid's face.
"You, how do you know?"
"I just guessed, but I didn't expect to get it right. I'm really lucky. I bought a lottery ticket right after I got out."
Shinji smiled exaggeratedly, but his expression looked so hypocritical.
"Since I answered correctly, should I be given the inheritance? I don't think you will agree to this."
"Of course, Ashburn can only be inherited by me. This is my succession ceremony. It is by stripping off your magic seals!!!"
By the time the magicians realized the danger, it was too late. The roar sounded again, echoing in the empty atrium.
Hearing the roar, the magicians covered their ears and fell to the ground in pain. Although they knew that the roar of the "beast" could stop the magic seal from working, no one except Heine had ever experienced what it felt like. Now they knew that it was the greatest pain and torture for a magician. No one wanted to experience that feeling of being weak and at the mercy of others for a second time.
"Damn, this range... It's resonance!!! I should have realized earlier that the entire Stripping City is an amplifier of sound."
Because the magic seal had not yet fully recovered, Heine was much less affected than other magicians. Also, because of his previous experience, he discovered the secret of the peeling city earlier.
The anomaly existed from the beginning. The empty halls, closed corridors, and empty marble floors were meant to form a tuning fork that covered the entire city, amplifying the "sound" of the beasts to the extreme.
"Oh? Have you found it?" Guranid looked at Heine in surprise, "You are indeed the one I, no, Qingxuan, value the most. As you said, this city was built by Ashburn's secret method. As long as I want, I can make her voice appear in every corner at any time. There is no magician who can beat me here."
"Haha, are you so confident?"
Shinji chuckled and stood up from the floor. Seeing this, Guranid's eyes widened.
"You, you—"
"What? There are big differences between the Eastern mystical system and Western magic. Most of the Eastern traditions are not passed down through magic seals. Without the effect of stopping magic seals, the remaining mental impact is not worth mentioning. Only children under ten years old will be affected."
The child refers to Rosalind. The mark of the Istari family is on Heine, but Rosalind has no mark. The reason why she fell down is because of the spiritual shock contained in the voice.
"I don't know if it was someone from Guranid or Qingxuan. Do you still have confidence now?"
Shinji said as he took out a silver glove from his pocket and put it on slowly. In silence, he sent a signal - the equipment I used just now was not my own and it was enough to seriously injure your supporter. Now that I have changed into my own equipment, how long do you think you can hold on
Such an arrogant tone naturally aroused Guranid's anger.
"Don't get too cocky, kid! Ashburn's secrets have only just begun!"
"Come on, come on, I want to see it for myself." Shinji hooked his finger provocatively.
"Open the gate, Adela, the city of stripping!"
Following this call, the castle gate opened, and then all the angels in the city "came to life", and countless virtual bodies floated out.
Statues, columns, ceilings, floors, murals...
Since they entered this city, everyone could feel that something was watching them, but they couldn't find the source. Now they know the source of the gaze, the true identity of this city of angels.
It's a spirit.
However, it is not a complete soul, but a part of the soul that has been stripped off. In Taoism, the "soul" that supports the spirit and the "spirit" that supports the body are clearly separated, and it is the "spirit" that lingers on the earth.
What appears here is "Po", which records the energy of the personality pattern during life.
Over the past hundred years, countless magicians have visited here with hope, but only a few have successfully walked out. The rest were killed, their magic seals were stripped off as raw materials for repair, and their souls were bound in the angel statues, becoming props for Ashburn and the source of energy supporting the entire "Stripping City".
Angels are spiritual beings, and the angels in the Stripped City are an equal number of tombstones.
Wraiths continued to emerge, filling the entire atrium in the blink of an eye.
"Gnaw, you'll soon become one of them."
After revealing his trump card, Guranid laughed wildly, but less than two seconds after laughing, Shinji's voice rang out again.
"Boring, I thought I would see something interesting, but it turned out to be this kind of rubbish - don't you know that among the three major religions in the world, Buddhism is the best at saving the souls of the dead?"
The Buddha's light suddenly appeared, and the vengeful spirits around Shinji suddenly collapsed like ice that had been splashed with boiling water, leaving no trace.
"Of course I know, but how much strength will you have left after saving these dead souls?"
"Well, it's a bit of a hassle, but it's just a hassle, right, Gray?"
Shinji's words made Guranid happy at first. He hated this man who had ruined his plans so many times and he had to separate the soul of this damned bastard. However, the next sentence made him nervous again.
What? He's not the only one who can move? There are others as well
Looking past the illusory spirit and towards the angel statue, the cloaked girl was still lying on the ground, trembling all over.
"Hmph, just bluffing."
"Hey, Gray! It's your turn..."
"..." Still no response.
At this moment, a black shadow flashed by, cutting all the spirits along the way into two and hitting the girl's head mercilessly.
"Get up, get up, coward Grey."
It's Yad, and it has changed from "Battering Ram" mode back to "Death Scythe".
"Work. Those who don't work have no food to eat."
Not sure if it was because of the pain on her forehead or the stimulation from Yad's words, the girl finally stood up shakily, leaning on the sickle.
"What can I do in this state?"
Seeing the girl's pale face and frightened expression, Guranid became more disdainful.
Shinji just smiled at this.
"You'd better not underestimate her. She is 'that'; the gravekeeper of the cemetery. She is a real expert on spirits."
PS: How dare you look down upon Britain's ultimate magic? Now let me show you the terrifying power of "Altolia's Dinner"!
PS2: After today, I will be one year older. According to my age in lunar calendar, I am already 30 years old. Alas, old man, old man - well, I still don’t have a girlfriend, and I don’t know if I can be single next year. I will inevitably be scolded when I go back to my hometown tomorrow. It’s really pitiful. It gives me a headache just thinking about it. Why is there no girl who likes me
PS3: Finally, I wish everyone a happy new year.