Annan was thoughtful.
… I see.
Just as the symbol of Sir Silver is a silver coin, the symbol of Mr. Yao is the sun.
The symbol of the woman holding the cup is the blood cup... a cup full of blood.
A cup symbolizing endless greed and longing
And when the sun in the sky is transformed into the [Mouth of the Blood Cup], people's blood energy is controlled by it, inhaling it makes them unconscious, and flowing it out makes them excited.
Rituals that control the life force of mortals over a large area...
But this can be regarded as a benefit to Annan.
He still has the "remnants of the Crane's Wheel" on him, not sure what time of the week he'll suddenly slip into a nightmare. If you suddenly pass out during the battle, it will be a lot of fun.
But in the ritual field of "Your Heart Sings Without Touching", it is impossible for Annan to fall into a nightmare.
"Since he used this ceremony, does it mean that his real ceremony has just begun?"
Annan asked in a low voice, "How long will it take for them?"
It is too early now.
If there is no [Mouth of the Blood Cup] in the sky, the sun should not have risen at this time.
And the players logged off at ten o'clock last night.
Their bodies don't get sleepy, but it takes eight hours for them to be online again.
In other words, even if the players get stuck online, Annan and the others will have to watch for another half an hour...
"Are you worried that they haven't woken up yet?"
Salvatore hesitated slightly upon hearing this.
But he quickly shook his head: "At least the bishop should be awake.
"Look at Louis... Senior priests like them have been specially trained to try to get up before the sun rises every day. Even if they don't sleep for a day or two, it won't affect their state."
This is supposed to circumvent those regional nightmares.
Annan nodded.
As with rules like Frozenwater Harbor, which have some local nightmares, the key is "the location itself." If you fall asleep at night, you will fall directly into a nightmare.
"I'm actually a little worried about you."
Annan asked in a low voice: "You only slept for two hours, right? Are you okay?"
"I've already taken the powerful brain power extraction mixture, and I can last through the night with another dose after eight hours."
Salvatore shook his head and said confidently: "Since I have such a curse, I must have prepared for it."
"Heh... Your acting skills are a bit better. To save face for yourself? Or to reassure your friends?"
Out of Annan's hearing, Shadow let out a low and hoarse chuckle: "This potion won't last long, Thrall...you're deceiving him.
"If you can't hold on, or... if you feel that you are too weak and incompetent, you can close your eyes and pass out at any time. I have been full of energy and prepared for a long time."
Salvatore completely ignored Shadow's voice.
While the shadow was speaking, he was also talking to Annan in a low voice, his voice almost completely covering the voice of the shadow: "But be careful, since they are going to use this ceremony, it means they have a powerful spell in their hands.
"Then what they want to summon is probably not the Soul Eater. At least it's not just the Soul Eater..."
Salvatore didn't finish speaking.
He suddenly felt a strong chill down his spine.
The next moment, the line that Annan had drawn on the ground with silver-gray potion suddenly ignited without warning!
They erupted into a scorching wall of fire, rising to a height of more than one meter. The air above became distorted.
And at a distance of about ten meters, an illusory translucent spirit body gradually emerged.
It was dressed in a robe, about two and a half meters tall, with beautiful dark brown curly hair, and more than twenty pairs of eyes densely packed on its face. Her whole body shone with a light white halo, and the part below the collarbone melted under the bulging hollow robe.
"It's [Watcher]!"
Salvatore immediately issued a warning: "Never meet her eyes and close your eyes!"
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of white potion from his pocket.
After a brief utterance of an odd word, he tosses the vial aloft
The next moment, a strong light suddenly burst out from the potion bottle.
The spirit let out a sharp scream.
It wasn't fear... it was more like anger.
It seems to be resisting something
Annan had already closed his eyes after receiving the prompt. At the same time, he took out several bottles of potions that Salvatore had sent over:
[Blood Impulse Soup]
[Type: Consumables]
[Description: A decoction made from blood thorns mixed with madman's blood and mad cow's blood, effective for mammals]
[Effect: Strength +4, Agility +2 within 30 seconds; this effect decays to Strength +2, Agility +1 after 30 seconds, and lasts for three minutes]
[The price: a "weak" bloodthirsty desire will be born within 30 seconds]
[Sensitive Mixture]
[Type: Consumables]
[Description: A mixture made from cat's tears and chick fluff, which is only effective for superhumans]
[Effect: Agility +2, perception +2 within ten minutes; this effect decays to agility +2 after ten minutes, and lasts for ten minutes]
[Extremely cold breath]
[Type: Consumables/Materials]
[Description: The extremely cold breath contains the curse of the dead. Just breathing is enough to frostbite the trachea of the average person, use with caution. Class III dangerous goods.]
[Effect: After inhaling, get the temporary element "Northern Wind" within one hour. All abilities with the descriptions of "cold" and "airflow" get a +1 extra element correction when making judgments.]
[Effect: Used in rituals, it can be used as a temporary substitute for corresponding level spells that do not exceed the "Silver" level.]
Annan hesitated for a moment, and did not take the only one bottle of [Extremely Cold Breath].
Instead, he drank the other two bottles of medicine in one gulp.
The extremely hot "Blood Impulse Decoction" and the sour and cold "Acuity Mixture" flowed into the throat one after another.
Annan felt his heart pump violently.
An incomparably clear sense of power pulsates from his body...
He felt that his skin suddenly became much more sensitive, and he could also read the air flow around him. The limbs also become flexible, as if the bones have become rubber.
But what was more remarkable was his suddenly hot skin.
And the muscles tightened without warning, and the blue blood vessels bursting out and throbbing all over the body
Strange to say, Annan did not feel the "bloodthirsty" feeling in the description.
Instead, there was a strong, almost unbearable excitement in my heart.
If I have to describe it...
It's a bit similar to the feeling of restlessness in the class meeting when the winter vacation is about ten minutes away.
The moment the light faded, Annan opened his eyes.
Holding the boning knife in one hand and the hammer in the other, he rushed towards the extremely tall spirit body!