Selkalo, Streaming City.
Nihil sat on a giant marble chessboard carved by dolls and looked at the two dolls traveling with Brazo.
The flying dragon doll was scarred, the core of the maid doll was broken, and the magic circle was broken.
"Erosion... a strange power."
Brazeau described: "A horrific natural disaster. It is unimaginable what would happen if such a catastrophe befell a densely populated area."
Nihil felt the damaged appearance of the flying dragon doll, and the remaining corrosive power was very weak, which made him look humane and distressed.
"Also, is there any other useful information?"
Brazeau recalled for a moment: "When I first crossed over... I seemed to see some strange object falling into the sea."
"From thunderclouds?"
Brazeau nodded.
Nihil grabbed the head of the maid puppet and dismantled it, leaving only two shining eyes.
In front of Brazeau, Nihil's eyes as bright as stars slipped from his sockets and floated in the air, replaced by the eyes of the maid that had just been disassembled.
"Maybe... there are still things that have not been destroyed, remnants... Oh, it didn't scare you, did it?"
After studying for a long time, he has accumulated enough human rhetoric, and the rich samples make his speech closer to that of flesh and blood humans. Nihil's kind questions made Brazeau feel like a spring breeze.
The magic power surges, and things in Nihil's vision begin to change. The puppet made by him can record part of the scene before it was damaged. As long as the eyes that retain the information are not completely damaged, it can obtain the information it wants—— His judgment was correct. The erosion did not break out on the eyes whose magic power was relatively weak. Although the picture was fragmented, Nihil saw it.
A blood-red light flashed in the center of the purple-black thundercloud, and the sky-like blue glow complemented it. Between one red and one blue, a powerful storm swept around.
The flying dragon puppet began to descend under the command of Brazo, who was calm in the face of danger. The chaotic magic power from high in the sky was frightening. The thunder clouds were shattered and turned like a whirlpool. The maid puppet who looked up was dazzled in the next second. Light filled the field of vision.
The sky seemed to be torn open by a whirlpool, and a blue light pillar penetrated the fog and hit the sea. The sea water instantly boiled and evaporated, and the fog steamed.
The maid was located behind Brazo, using her body to protect the gift she gave to Lu Yu. She stood upright. Before she had time to react, she endured the overload of magic power, leaving behind traces on the surface of her flesh and blood body. There were scratches all over, and the magic circle completely stopped spinning after a few seconds.
Nihil muttered "stop" silently, and his vision froze. He slowly adjusted the picture and watched the two seconds before the maid was damaged. Shortly after the light pillar penetrated the fog, several shadows seemed to fall from the sky in the hazy light and fog. .
The maid's eyes were transformed from a magic falcon, which allowed Nihil to zoom in. He slowly zoomed in, then zoomed in again...
Seeing the god's frown, Brazo asked curiously: "Lord, what did you see?"
"Doll..." Nihil shook his head, "No, this is a brittle person."
Although it was a bit blurry, Nihil could still see the brittleness phenomenon that occurred on the man's body - his body was broken like gravel during the fall.
This isn't a natural disaster... it's some kind of ritual magic!
Based on this earth-shattering scale, it can be concluded that this is definitely not something that one magician can accomplish alone, but is a super-large ritual magic caused by a large number of magicians.
"Do you remember the sea area and location?"
"I asked for directions several times along the way...The vast sea, Lord, please forgive me for not being able to guarantee that I will find it."
Hearing this, Nihil didn't say much, but comforted: "It's okay, this is normal. Strange phenomena occur every day in the sea today, and even the most skilled guide in Cerkalo bluntly said that the sea is strange. "
Brazeau was used to Nihil's gentleness... He sometimes seriously wished that the Lord he respected could be more majestic.
"Lord, if that was ritual magic, why did you feel the power of the Forbidden Demon so soon after?"
Nihil replaced his own eyes and shook his head: "Like you, I don't know everything... As you said, fortunately, such natural disasters have never happened in densely populated areas."
The Puppet Master Conclave rang the bell to inform the Supreme Puppet Master, interrupting Nihil's musings.
"The name and theme of the first Serkalo literary selection contest are still up to the Supreme Court to decide."
Nihil was well prepared. He stroked the letter sent back by Lu Yu.
"The name of the contest is... Doll Heart." Nihil said, "At the same time, it is also the theme of the first essay competition. All contestants are free to express themselves. The finalists will have the opportunity to personally contribute to the first edition of the card. Write the background story and get the supreme guidance.”
Shaping a new culture in Selkalo with stories and games was the advice Lu Yu gave him, and it was also what he had in mind.
Nihil couldn't help but look at the high sun.
"What will you be doing now?"
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The bass that Nihil was thinking about was recovering from his confusion.
"Ask them to release him, release him!" In the summoning temple, Lu Yu grabbed Cheche's tentacles and shouted, "They didn't do it, right? Didn't they do it? That's good, let them go quickly... No, it's not appropriate to let them go." , the outside world will know of their existence...just keep them."
Fortunately, Orkus and Duckweed were not here today, otherwise they would most likely come up to ask Lu Yu why he was acting so roughly.
Cheche nodded in panic with his tentacles and disappeared in front of Lu Yu.
Fortunately, he is smart enough, and fortunately he knows that the Lord is always kind... Otherwise, I am afraid that others will scold him for playing piano, right?
Deep in the Nightmare Wild Forest, Lavigne sat quietly in the center of the magic circle depicted by the planarian leader, closing her eyes and meditating.
When the planarian clan was about to face extinction, the clan leader prayed devoutly in front of the mural engraved with the Mother Goddess of Wisdom, and was received by the Lord and the Mother Goddess.
After improvements, they have now used the magic left by the Lord to arrange the magic circle into a "holy circle" burning with blue flames. The fire wall is towering. They can listen quietly in the center of the burning magic circle. When they hear the whispers, they only need to kneel down. On the ground, you can complete communication with the gentle mother goddess.
They succeeded once, but that time the Mother Goddess seemed very dissatisfied with being disturbed, and drove them away after muttering some incomprehensible sounds.
The planarians are ashamed of their recklessness and stupidity - they have no preparations for offering sacrifices, and they are so indifferent to the mother goddess who has always protected them. What a gaffe!
With Lavigne, the planarians finally established a decent-looking high priest, but the host of the circle was changed from the leader of the planarians to Lavigne.
Lavigne was nervous and excited. Not long ago, according to the guidance of the planarian, she really heard the whisper of the Mother Goddess... The soft and sweet female voice made her tremble all over. Even though it was ethereal and blurry, there was something in the words. Kindness made her body heat up.
God, not only is real, she is listening.
Unlike those false gods who are illusory and unresponsive, their god is so compassionate and kind.
Thinking of this, Lavigne became more and more pious. Even though she didn't hear a response for a long time, she still kept her posture motionless.
"Let her go."
The sudden sound beside her ears made Lavigne, who was a little distracted, suddenly become aware. Knowing that the Lord and the Mother Goddess of Wisdom liked tails, she reflexively began to shake her slender tail.
"Mother Goddess...?"
"Let go of that rabbit."
Lavigne broke out in cold sweat: "Loving Mother Goddess...Did we do something wrong? If you think the suitable tribute is too small, we will work hard, please don't..."
"Lord, not happy."
Now not only Lavigne, but also several planarian priests around her heard the sullen voice of the "Mother Goddess".
"The Lord likes the bunny ears, but likes that the ears are still on them."
"The Lord likes to play with the furry ears, and also likes the tail..."
“Your actions displease the Lord.”
Feeling the suffocation coming from the direction of the altar, members of the planarian and black-tailed clans, who were preparing to celebrate the harvest, crawled uneasily on the ground.
Lavini reacted quickly. She shook her tail and asked: "It is we who have misunderstood the Lord's will... Mother Goddess, please tell me how we, the foolish ones, should appease the Lord's anger... How should we express this respect? "
"You should think for yourself."
"The Lord is witnessing and is waiting for your more witty answer."
The wall of fire collapsed, as if the mother goddess was expressing her disappointment at the ineffective child. Lavigne and the planarian priests raised their heads in shame and stared at the stone wall in the distance.
"The merciful Lord...even if we did something wrong, he still did not punish us." Lavini comforted the other priests, "The Lord gave us time to make amends. We must come up with alternatives and complete the sacrifice!"
"Miko-sama...what should we do?"
"Are you still going to kill that rabbit-eared woman?"
"Let it go, let it go quickly... no... I'll go there myself."
For this grandest sacrifice in history, the planarians and the black-tailed clan decorated the dark cave in the same way that humans celebrate major festivals, inlaying crystals and fluorite powder capsules for temporary lighting everywhere.
She stepped down from the altar step by step and lifted the gauze covering the heads of the two tightly bound people.
These are two rabbit-eared girls specially purchased from slave traders for sacrifices. They are cute and young. The key point is...the rabbit ears are long and wide, which makes people want to rub them.
Lavigne actually couldn't bear to give away these two cute little guys, but their god liked them... It concerned herself and the entire planarian group, so she finally made the decision.
In order to allow them to rest in peace, Lavini and others have been taking care of them very caringly and coaxed the two of them. As long as they cooperate to complete the ritual, the gods will take them to a warmer place... Until now, neither of them has Realizing that he was on the verge of death, he ignorantly asked Lavigne if she had completed the ritual.
Feeling guilty... Lavigne once again realized how kind the Mother Goddess and the Lord were, and compared with them, her behavior was simply an insult to their greatness.
I almost made a mistake, but luckily... everything can still be repaired.
The planarian priests quickly took two little rabbit ears aside to eat sweets, while the remaining planarian priests discussed with Lavigne how to change the sacrificial ceremony.
They not only prepared two rabbit ears, but also prepared many plump rabbits. If the rabbit ears couldn't kill them, what about these wild rabbits?
Compared with the planarians whose intelligence is still incomplete, Lavigne grasped the key to the problem.
"The Lord should just hate us for killing intelligent beings... Think about the hunting skills He once taught you, and let the black tail cooperate with the planaria... Yes, this is what we really blasphemed the Lord about."
The planarians suddenly realized... But the problem was still unresolved. If the sacrifice was to continue, there must be tributes. If the host did not eat rabbit ears, but simply liked to play with animal ears and tails such as rabbit ears, then how should they offer tributes?
No one knows what the Lord likes to eat.
Zana was coaxing one of the Rabbit Ears girls. Hearing her say that she was hungry, he quickly brought the pasta that his team members had just made.
Seeing the deformed pasta being squeezed by the girl in his hand, Zana was suddenly stunned, and he quickly came to Lavigne's side.
"We can continue to offer rabbit ears to the Lord."
"You are crazy, the Lord is already angry enough, do you know what you are saying!" Lavigne quickly covered Zana's mouth, fearing that her old friend would be swallowed up by the mother goddess's anger.
Zana broke away and explained: "It's not really rabbit ears...pasta, it's pasta."
Zana got into the cave where his companions were making pasta and took out a ball of dough that was still rising: "If the Lord doesn't like bloody sacrifices, we will change the method. The Lord likes ears, so we will make the pasta into the shape of ears. , If you like a tail, make it a tail... Didn’t the Lord also reprimand the planarians that they shouldn’t sacrifice at will and waste materials?”
Zana became more and more delighted as he talked: "If it is made into food, wouldn't it be possible to realize the ritual process of the planarians cutting off their tails to worship the gods, and then devouring themselves? There will be no waste at all."
The planarian priests looked at each other with their small eyes.
"A wise... move."
"The merciful God will like it."
"We should give it a try."
Just do what you say. After receiving the order, Zana and others hurried to eat all kinds of tail and ear pasta. For fear that they were not doing enough, the two rabbit-eared tribesmen who had just been rescued by the car had a brand new job - —Wash your ears clean and use them as human flesh molds for pasta.
The taste comes second, and the style must be guaranteed. The Mother Goddess has emphasized that the master likes to "play" the most. Even if it is just a glance, the master must be satisfied!
The animal ears were taken out of the steamer one by one, and the deep-fried "tails" were placed on the altar. After a long time of work, the table was once again crowded with tributes.
Lavigne knelt down devoutly again and prayed: "Your believers who have returned from their lost ways, please...Lord, come again."
In mid-air, the tentacles of the "Mother Goddess of Wisdom" were tumbling, sweeping over a series of ears and tails... Suddenly, she disappeared again, making everyone look at each other. (End of chapter)
