"Why-"
A long sigh came from Sibella, who had just seen the raging waves in Grande's backyard.
Fortunately, John wasn't so sentimental. He just frowned, stepped forward and stood in front of the Qingyan, pressed his chin and started thinking.
"What do you mean?" Zach sat on the back porch, waving his hands as if watching the fun, "Don't you know he's in this condition?"
"How is it possible to know?" Sibera clasped her hands and twitched the corners of her mouth, "Saint Sissi called to ask for help. You heard it right. Asking for our help."
"So you refused without even asking about the situation?" Zach asked gossiping.
"Of course." Sibella answered matter-of-factly, "But even if I asked, I wouldn't have thought of this situation."
"Very serious?"
"Very." Sibella walked towards John, "Now he is just a hair away from the Wandering Soul."
Alice brought snacks and tea and handed them to Sibella and John, then sat on the steps of the back porch and waved, "Ryan, come here, don't hinder them." Uh, I forgot, Ryan is here too Here, but - let's put it this way, Grande, except for Alice who still treats Ryan as a human being, everyone else treats him as nothing.
Sibella and John glanced at Alice, and also watched Ryan floating over obediently. They looked at each other, and they didn't know what the look was. They shook their heads and ignored it. They stared at the raging waves like blue smoke together.
Yue Hua and Bai Ying also leaned against the pillars, "We have tried every method we can think of, attracting souls, binding souls, gathering souls..." Yue Hua said a lot, this was to prevent Sibella and John from doing useless work. .
"I can see it." John nodded to the two black witches, expressed his gratitude and said, "His..." John glanced at Sibella, as if he was not sure, so he asked first. "Did you see anything?"
"The soul mark is disappearing, and his binding belt seems to be repelling the connection with the soul mark, allowing him to disappear." Sibella thought for a while and answered.
John nodded and looked back at Nu Tao, "Zach said you came back from the Republic. You used my witchcraft and then lost control, which is why you became like this. Can you describe the process in detail... "
"It wasn't me who said it, it was the angel Camille who said it." Zach interjected, childishly.
Qing Yan spoke, "There's nothing to say. I knew I couldn't complete that witchcraft, but I didn't want to stay in the Republic anymore, so I reluctantly used it. Now I deserve it."
"Uh..." Fully sensing the other party's lack of cooperation, John looked at Sibella, "I once studied the witchcraft of forcibly binding a soul of Papa Midnight. Let me try, at least to stop the loss of his soul mark first. Give me a soul-attracting grass seed."
Sibella's shawl was open, and there were countless gadgets hanging on the inside, including cloth bags, knives, steel wires, dolls... Sibella pulled off a small glass bottle and handed it to John. But Sibella probably isn't optimistic about this method. "I don't think it's useful. The principle of soul binding is to bind the band. If you bind his band, his soul mark will still not be connected."
John pursed his lips and took the soul-attracting grass. "Actually, I haven't fully studied the principles of the witchcraft of Tupapa Midnight, but it..." He held the soul-attracting grass in front of his mouth, closed his eyes and began to recite silently.
Yuehua and Baiying on the back porch leaned forward, trying their best to hear the spell clearly...
but. Sibella pulled the corner of her mouth, blocked John, and looked at the two black witches a little speechlessly, "Can you respect the efforts of us ordinary witches a little, and don't see anything interesting. Just 'take it'."
You understand, black witches don’t need to learn or study witchcraft. They just need to get the spell and recite it. If magical talent is measured by quantity, the Black Witch's is infinite.
Yuehua and Baiying looked embarrassed and retracted their forward bodies.
Sibella shook her head, turned back, and then her face turned dark.
John's silent meditation had ended, and he was staring at the soul-inducing grass seeds in his hand in a daze. But Siberella stared at a transparent thread in front of her - a wandering soul with no soul imprint, only unconsciousness swaying around the straps, waiting to disappear, "John, what have you done." Siberella sighed again. tone, "You killed him completely."
John glanced at Sibella, "That's right." Then he carefully put the soul-attracting grass seeds into the vial, "But I saved his soul imprint, here." He shook the vial in his hand.
Sibella stared at the thing in John's hand, frowning and waiting for an explanation.
"When I was in the middle of the country, I found a person who was targeted by Papa Midnight, um." John tugged at the corners of his mouth, looking at his expression as if he was thinking of something bad, "He is still alive, and his body functions are all fine, but His consciousness is gone, and the soul dies first." John shook the vial in his hand again, and glanced at the wandering soul around him who seemed to have disappeared, "Just like this. Papa extracted all the soul marks of that person at midnight, and The soul bondage we understand is completely different, and the result is this, the soul dies first, leaving the body behind."
He suddenly clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked past Sibella and the curious Yuehua Baiying who had walked down the back corridor to get a better look. He looked at Zach and said, "Just like your group of people who have resurrected the Kraken." The same thing. The body is alive, but there is no soul. Mike needs to bring the soul back and stuff it back."
Zach shrugged, having nothing to say in response.
"What should we do now?" Sibella frowned. This time she did not stop the two black witches from watching, and also glanced at Zach, "Just return this thing to the saint? Humph."
Zach glanced at the soul-attracting grass seeds held in Yuehua's hand and looked at them, "I can tell that angel that I tried hard but failed, and the raging wave disappeared, so that he can mourn." Do you still remember that corresponding relationship? Soul marks correspond to memories and are proof of a person's existence. When we describe someone whose memory still exists, he is a dead person.
"Tsk." John sincerely said that Alice was present and could not say anything too bad to Zach, so he could only express it this way, "There is still a part of Papa Midnight's witchcraft. He doesn't think that he extracts a person's soul mark for... It’s funny, he must have a way to recover.”
Yes, Constantine is an expert in this field, but it’s not Zach’s turn to remind him or get a connection—
"Now I just need to figure out why the soul imprint of Raging Waves is not connected by the band." John looked at Sibella, "Then I will find a suitable soul body and put 'him' back."
"The angel Camille also said..." Zach interjected again, "He also tried to restore Raging Waves, but it didn't work. He didn't understand why the souls belonging to heaven were not under his control, and thought that Raging Waves was a wizard. It is due to the belief in witchcraft and instinctively rejects the belief in the Holy Lord."
This is simply giving information.
John didn't want to say thank you. Essentially, Zach should be grateful. This was Zach's job, and John was the one helping. John curled his lips, looked at Sibella, and said in a contemplative tone, "Maybe it's for this reason that the root of the Necromancer's Band of the Holy Lord's faith connects heaven and hell, and exists with the support of faith. It's possible that it really repels witches. The soul imprint of magical belief.”
"That angry wave should have dissipated long ago." Sibella shook her head, "Whether it was during the war or now, it is common for wizards' souls to be plundered by the Holy Lord's faith." This is relative. Unlucky wizards may be dragged to hell by hellhounds; there may also be unlucky priests and so on. After being possessed by a wizard, "I have never heard of such a rejection reaction."
Of course, there will also be relatively peaceful ones, such as wizards with poor talent who simply change their faith, and believers of the Holy Lord whose prayers are not answered turn to the legendary voodoo for help.
Souls that have crossed their faith also enjoy the life after death, and are not as unlucky as Nu Tao.
"Then it may be caused by the witchcraft that spans the world and is prevalent in the Federation and the Republic." John stopped saying that it was his witchcraft. "Papa Midnight's witchcraft is not something we can understand. All I did was It only allows people like us to perform it. In essence, it’s still Papa Midnight’s witchcraft.”
Sibella looked at John and thought for a while. "What you mean is that the Holy Lord is rejecting Papa Midnight."
What the hell
John frowned and nodded, "I don't know if I can explain it clearly, but the meaning is probably like this - the Holy Lord believed that this witchcraft was performed by Papa Midnight, felt threatened, and then stopped supporting himself through the straps. It continues to exist for the undead it is using. Until the undead it thinks are threats completely disappear. Well, it's like a basic stress defense system."
"This is the stupidest defense system I've ever heard of." Zach actually laughed on the back porch, "The way you interpret Holy Lord's faith is so ridiculous, John..."
Zach didn't finish his taunt.
"You're laughing!" John couldn't hold it back in front of Alice, "The vampire bloodline is just as stupid! Why does it become stronger the longer it exists, and even causes bloodline suppression? The guy who became the first vampire under the Holy Lord's faith Almost invincible, becoming truly immortal, why?”
It sounded like a compliment. Zach raised his eyebrows and prepared to wait for John to finish howling.
"The longer you live, the stronger you become, and it continues to be passed down, just like blood-sucking insects on humans, like cancer!" At this point, John's face actually darkened and he stopped talking.
"Keep going," Zach encouraged.
"You have to listen." John twitched the corner of his mouth gloomily, "Don't be so happy. You know best what eternal life and strength are, which are the punishments of the Holy Lord. And now this punishment has become a ungrateful race that regards this as glory. !”
The pride of the vampire race is immortality. I've said it many times.
"Sorry, we are just guys who take eternal life as a pride." Zach chuckled and waved his hands. He was not really angry. He had known this little fact for four centuries and it could not affect his mood. On the contrary, Zach smiled at Alice and said not to worry - your brother needs some space to vent.
"The Holy Lord who created you doesn't think so!" John seemed to have made up his mind to finish his words. "Colonization can no longer alleviate the continuation of vampire cancer like you. Hum, he has come up with something better!"
"You have to explain." Zach asked sincerely, still smiling. Was colonization four centuries ago meant to mitigate the impact of vampires on original human society? Okay, that's acceptable, but he really didn't understand the last sentence.
"you… "
"John!" Sibella actually tried to interrupt.
"Sibella, I want to hear it." Zach waved his hand towards Sibella.
Sibella gave Zach a self-inflicted look and ignored it.
John continued, "How do you think Toledo from the Sabbat appeared?" Question
Zach frowned, "The Sabbat took it over."
"Hmph, you don't know anything." John curled his lips, "I caught one of Papa Midnight's contacts during the middle period, and from him I learned that Papa Midnight was also interested in Sabbat Toledo .”
Zach raised his eyebrows. The interesting part was not that John said he was ignorant, but that the words sounded familiar. Lip mentioned in his suicide note that Sabbat Toledo would become Papa's midnight prey.
"The Holy Lord created new vampires and restrained all the vampire groups that are now inherited from the original punisher, including your thirteen clans! On the original continent, these people have cleansed the original vampire group and called themselves the Blood Clan. They are worrying about how to come to the Federation to continue to complete the mission given to them by the Holy Lord, but you, the Sabbat, who know nothing about anything, take it as a treasure and try to replace you Toledo! Do you understand, your Holy Lord is a fool, creating The system they came up with is stupid, like a fool, they treat a wizard who is already a dead soul in heaven as Papa Midnight to defend, and then create a vampire that is more threatening than you to get rid of you!"
"Uh..." Zach wasn't sure how to respond to this slightly larger message, "Is this your mockery of Holy Lord's faith, or is it Papa Midnight's?" Didn't John say it himself? He started from Papa Midnight's The contact person knows this.
"Huh, what does it matter! I'm still a wizard anyway. Being unhappy with Papa Midnight doesn't mean I hate my beliefs."
"No." Zach shook his head, "If it's Papa Midnight, then he really has no right to mock the system created by Holy Lord Faith. He also created werewolves. Let's see how the relationship between you wizards and werewolves is now." Ke was fighting back. It didn't matter whether Zach was pious or not. His race was the source of ridicule and he must return it. "If it was your personal ridicule, well, this..." Zach touched his chin and tilted his head. ,"as long as you are happy."
As I just said, Alice’s brother needs to vent! How thoughtful Zach.
John stared at Zach for a while, then turned his head and said, "I'm too lazy to tell you, we're going to take the angry wave back, and I still need to study it." Back to the topic.
"Then I will tell the angel Camille the news." Zach nodded, really not looking angry, "By the way." Zach had already tilted his head, as if he thought of a question at random, "You can catch that one Did your contact person mention the reason why the Secret Alliance left the Federation?" Zach shook his head with a smile, "Were you not killed by these Sabbat Toledo?"
Why do you ask this? Benjamin said that he had personally witnessed Sabbat Toledo hunting the Secret Alliance.
John glanced at Zach and didn't answer. (.)