() What can others do to a mother who is on the verge of losing her mind because of the loss of her only son? The best thing to do is probably to stay away and let the emotion calm down a little before intervening to persuade; or after the emotion collapses even more, try to find a way to save it. In short, it is generally not the best choice to get involved immediately.
So what can others do to a mother who is on the verge of losing her mind because of the loss of her only son, but who also has great power? If she wants to go crazy, just go crazy with her, otherwise what else can she do? If you don't want that anger to burn into yourself.
Horta Oberli is a smart person and knows how to protect herself. In this case, he simply took the people to the ritual room used for prophecies. Of course, it could also be used to cast magic to trace what had happened.
To trace the past, it is very important to have an introduction, or a clue. The more precise the description of people, events, places and objects, the easier it is to find that specific time segment.
Taking this incident as an example, if Granny Youjia wanted to know the murderer of her son, it would be relatively easy to follow the clues. A drop of blood from a blood relative, something seen just before death. With such clues and requirements, one can find the part that one wants to see from the long river of past memories, and then reproduce it.
Most importantly, this ritual sees more than 'images'. Participants in the ritual can even interfere with the 'past' to a certain extent from a third party's perspective. This is also the biggest reason why Granny Yuja’s curse can have an effect on specific characters who appear through rituals.
Of course, there will be corresponding costs to the extent of interference. It is not impossible to save people, or to retrieve disappeared items from the past, but the cost will be so high that the caster can hardly imagine it. If the ritual failed, it would be a trivial matter that all the sacrifices used to perform the ritual would be reduced to nothing. It would not be impossible for the magic to backfire and the caster to die.
This set of rituals created by Saint Wells of Time does not have a specific name. Precisely because this magic ritual can do many things that cannot be explained by common sense, and is so powerful that it can change one's destiny against the heavens, the most discussed knowledge about this ritual is actually how to prepare 'sacrifice' or 'substitutes'. .
As long as there are enough sacrifices or substitutes to pay the cost of the ritual for the caster, this ritual can be said to be a super magic without side effects or sequelae.
But whether the sacrifice is enough, whether the substitute is strong enough to ward off disasters, these are not the final say of the person performing the ceremony. As long as the price is insufficient, it will begin to drain the life force of everyone participating in the ritual until there is nothing left and nothing can be used as a price to fill the long river of time, and the ritual will fail.
It is precisely because of such terrifying characteristics that many magicians who performed this ritual were eventually swallowed up by their own greed and lost their precious lives.
Horta Oberli is very aware of the taboos in this ritual and performs every ritual carefully, so that she can live happily to this day.
Grandma Youjia's commission was not the first time for him. So after entering the ceremony room, he ordered his students to place enough sacrifices, and he also made preparations for the ceremony. Of course there was something that he had to pick up in person.
Holding a small silver plate, Horta walked to the still angry mother and said, "Grandma Yuja, I need a drop of blood from my blood relatives."
The old woman said in a hoarse and heavy voice: "I know this ritual well. So when the ceremony starts, I will drop the blood to the right place myself, and you don't need to worry about the rest."
This is considered a person who is good at curses and is cautious about his own blood. Horta Oberli shrugged noncommittally and took back the hand holding the silver plate. Just like what the old woman said, she was very familiar with this ritual. If the blood was not in place and the ritual failed, the responsibility would not be on him.
While everyone was waiting, Horta Oberli put on the robe used for performing rituals. The euphemistic name is for the sake of solemnity and smooth spellcasting. After all, the magic of Lost Land is idealistic, and good or bad mood will have an impact on the results of spellcasting.
But what others don't know is that there's a secret hidden within. This robe is woven from human hair, and those who contributed their hair, including ordinary people and magicians, have their souls imprisoned in the robe as a last resort for themselves when the ritual goes wrong.
Despite this assumption, since the bloody commission was completed, this magician, who is not as gentle as he appears, has not had the opportunity to test whether this robe can function normally. After all, it's best that that kind of thing never happens.
After repeatedly confirming that everything needed for the ceremony was in place and in sufficient quantity, Horta Oberli dismissed other irrelevant people and asked them to leave the ceremony room. At the same time, Granny Youjia was also dripping blood from her fingertips at the right spot.
The burning of incense, the murmuring of mantras. The ceremony room was filled with a wonderful atmosphere. The fog is getting thicker, and the interior is no longer what it was before. Instead, it is replaced by many fleeting scenes, and those scenes are getting clearer and clearer.
Finally, the picture reaches a place in the sky. All you can see are misty white clouds, flying upwards. In other words, the observed target keeps falling.
Seeing that the scene was fixed and there were no major changes, the old woman as a great magician was now just an anxious mother, looking around. Soon, she saw her child. The familiar body shape and familiar appearance, but the difference is that one arm is missing. But obviously, the person should still be alive.
Looking at the vivid image, she couldn't help shouting: "McDonald, is that you? My precious child."
"Mother, mother, is that your voice? Save me, I don't know where I am. Come and save me quickly."
"Kid, don't be afraid, I will find you, I will definitely find you."
Looking at the scene of deep love between mother and son, Horta wanted to pour a bucket of cold water on the other party. The past memory found using the 'last scene before death' as a condition, the person is still alive only because he was still alive at that time. What follows will be a brutal death scene, isn’t it maddening?
And talking to people from the past without permission wasted some opportunities. These opportunities were all obtained with sacrifices. Fortunately, I was always prepared. This was a big customer anyway, so he could always be reimbursed. However, regarding the speed of consumption, Horta, who had performed many rituals, still felt that something was not quite right.
The fall from the sky is not endless. Below is a green and lush grassland. There are no other plants, only a raised hill, forming a throne-like terrain. There was also a person leaning on it, with his feet on the chair, his hands on his knees, and a book open with one hand, looking very leisurely. The messy brown hair is fluttering in the wind, as if there is a sparkle of light, blowing away in the wind.
Although he hasn't seen the other party's appearance clearly yet, just looking at it from a distance, Holta felt a sense of indescribable familiarity... and a sense of weirdness.
Next to her, Granny Youjia was yelling at her incompetent son to use the flying or feather falling technique. It means that this kind of magic that should be cast when falling from high altitude needs to be reminded by others. Holta really feels that if the guy dies, it will really save the world a little less trouble.
As the McDonnell Douglas fell, Horta realized where the strange feeling that had been lingering in his mind came from. The person on the ground was in a very comfortable posture, and the one reading the book was too huge. Madao, the underachieving son of Grandma Youjia, is as big as a finger?
There are giants in the Lost Land, but the size difference is not so great. Unless the opponent is an ancient giant, in the limited literature, the description of the ancient giant's body shape is exaggerated.
Before I could figure out the origin of the giant, I saw him close the book with a snap, and the mother-in-law next to him let out a heart-rending cry. Horta also looked at it dumbfounded. Before today, he had no way of imagining what it would be like for a living human being to be slapped to death like an insect. But it just happened.
Suddenly a possibility flashed into his mind. But before Horta Oubli had time to capture that inspiration and figure out some vague things, Grandma Yujia had already taken action.
Sprinkle the secretly mixed corpse powder into the sky and chant a spell that does not belong to this world in the language of the dead. The souls used as materials were released at the same time. In order to gain freedom and pass on their own pain, they used various vicious words to curse the target marked by the magician who cast the spell.
Generally speaking, the target person will not discover the curse cast through the ritual. But as soon as Granny Youjia took action, in this past memory, the cursed person seemed to notice something and moved his eyes over. He even made eye contact with Horta, the person who performed the ritual. This has never happened before!
When the warning flashed in his mind and Horta wanted to interrupt the ceremony, it was already too late. The giant grabbed it into the void, and then made a throwing motion. Grandma Youjia beside her seemed to have been hit hard by an unknown force. She floated into the air and landed heavily again.
She fell to the ground, with a concave chest and a ferocious expression. She stared at the magician who was performing the ritual with her eyes, which made people feel numb. This is beyond death.
Brutally sweeping away all the places where the sacrificial vessels were placed, and even destroying the arranged magic circle without hesitation, not only because the death of the old woman shocked Horta Oubli, but he also remembered that that person was who.
That one is not a giant, but the master of perception──Monet. The god who controls 'perception' among the eight powers. What you see in the picture is actually the Kingdom of God, the Lord of Perception. The huge size difference is because humans are so small in front of gods.
But all this was also too late.
The moment before the ceremony ended, Horta Oberli's eyes burst open. Although he saved his life, he also realized that his 'perception' among the eight powers had been completely cut off. This means that his progress in magic will always stop at this moment in front of him. Unless he could find a way to please that spirit, there was no chance of regaining the power of 'sense'.
