For the emperor, he didn't care about the process, only the results. But to another group of shrine maidens who were looking for performance, their teacher's actions were just like causing trouble. Unfortunately, the young miko didn't even dare to complain.
Sophia is not only the senior and oldest in the Witch Tower, but she is also vaguely on the verge of the legendary magic - Great Prophecy. No one dares to offend such an old woman. If she was not good enough and cursed her before kicking her legs, she would be in trouble for the rest of her life.
Therefore, the young miko who actively expressed herself ignored the actions of her teacher. Anyway, if you move a bunch of things out, you will only have to move them back again in the end. Before starting the ceremony, she even flattered the emperor a few words, and then chanted the prophecy incantation in the solemn atmosphere.
Divination is different from most magic in that it does not have customized spells. All words are just to bring those who perform the ritual into that wonderful state and get a glimpse of the reality of the world. And in the vast past, if you want to find a specific 'truth', of course you need very clear guidance.
Duke Becker's handwriting with strong emotions can be regarded as a qualified introduction. At least in the dark, the light that represents the answer is so strong and conspicuous that people will not look in the wrong direction.
Moving forward in the long river of history, scenes that happened in the past flowed into the mind of the witch, and were soon forgotten, leaving no trace of memory. When her consciousness came into contact with the source of the truth, the miko in reality spread out the scroll in front of her, preparing to record everything she saw.
Suddenly, there was a wet feeling at the corners of my mouth and ears. At the same time, he seemed to be crying, tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes.
When the first piercing scream sounded, it was like the beginning of hell. All the witches who participated in the ceremony were bleeding from all their holes. They used their sharp nails to tear open the thin clothes and scratch the skin, whether it was their arms, body, or their once beautiful face. Even if you are just standing next to them, you can feel the pain.
The magic materials piled up everywhere were like flying ashes. The tiny particles that make up the matter are constantly scattered into the air, looking colorful and crystal-clear, like a dream. But the old emperor knew that this was not wonderful at all. This means that the magic materials used to replace the most primitive sacrifice, humans, are being consumed at a speed that ordinary people cannot imagine.
The more things disappear, the shriller the witches' howls become. But what has started, there is no turning back. The price of peering into the future and the unknown is unimaginable to ordinary people. And the reality that gradually became clear turned into blood-red ink, leaving writing on the paper, stroke by stroke.
Soon, the magic materials used as sacrifices were all gone, but the prophecy showed no signs of ending. The next ones chosen as sacrifices were the little witches standing in the magic circle. They stood at the outermost edge of the prophetic magic circle, clasped their hands and knelt down to pray, praying in their hearts that the waveless power would ignore their existence; they chanted faster in their mouths, hoping that the ceremony would end as soon as possible.
However, things are always not as expected.
When the first shriveled body collapsed, the entire prophecy ritual moved in an uncontrollable direction.
The flesh, flesh and bones also turned into flying ash, crystal clear, and were swept into the sky in the center of the magic circle, disappearing completely. And this picture of purgatory shocked the old emperor who was watching.
He originally thought that he was old enough and had seen enough things, so he should not be surprised. But this time in front of me today is unheard of and unprecedented. The story of losing one's own life for a mere prophecy is something I have heard since childhood. But no one thought that one day it would happen before their eyes.
The old emperor subconsciously wanted to get up and leave. Holding on to the armrests of the chair, he was about to stand up when Sophia pushed him back into his seat. She said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "Wait until everyone outside is dead before leaving."
This instruction was clear enough that even the emperor lost his temper. Sit back in your seat obediently and watch the situation unfold. During the process, the mighty force that swept through everything in the ceremony room repeatedly impacted the outside of the safety zone, even dissociating the outermost magic circle.
It can be said that if Sophia had not activated this magic circle to the highest standards, I am afraid that everyone inside would have died. It could be the highest level defensive magic circle that could protect against the soul pressure of the Lord of the Abyss or the punishment from the gods. Although it can't withstand a few times, being able to withstand one or two blows from an existence of that level is also something that is difficult to achieve in this world.
Just as this dazzling and bizarre show of colors gradually subsided, the ceremony room was filled with remnants of tattered clothes, and no one was wearing them. Any ornaments or fabrics with a trace of power were turned into ashes during previous rituals and became part of the results of the prophecy. The rest are all ordinary mundane materials. Some parts of the magic circle became gray and pitted, as if they had completely lost the power contained within them.
Instructing the emperor who didn't have a deep understanding of magic to sit down, Sophia walked out of the magic circle tremblingly and walked towards the paper scroll recording the answer. But after the old witch took a few steps, she suddenly took out a dagger from her arms. A cross cut opened his eyes, and he immediately started bleeding profusely.
The few old witches who were still alive did not take this action seriously, but the old emperor was not so calm. There must be something so sinister that it needs to be taken so seriously that one doesn't even dare to look at it.
Although Sophia is temporarily blind, her heart is not blind. While groping forward cautiously, she finally came to the long paper with records. After gathering the long paper slowly and carefully, and folding it into a paper scroll, Sophia exhaled as if she was relieved. He said to the back: "Someone, help me."
At this time, a few old witches who were younger than her quickly walked out of the magic circle and supported the old man who had lost his eyesight. Several others skillfully took out medicine and treated the injuries on the old witch's eyes.
This is a little trick for them, slicing the outermost layer of their eyeballs to temporarily blind them and prevent them from seeing things they shouldn't. As long as it is treated and adjusted, the vision of the eyes can be restored. Of course, if you do this, your eyesight will not be completely restored to its original state, but it can be said to be a last resort.
Of course the old emperor knew the tricks of the witches and understood the seriousness behind them. Looking at the scroll handed over, I felt mixed emotions in my heart. It turns out that the rumors about the two magicians and prophecy are actually true. Not only is it true, but the truth may be scarier.
Although he hasn't read the records in the scroll yet, the old emperor has already added the note 'Keep away from strangers' on those two. Even if he was scolded as a coward again, he planned to suppress this matter to the end and would never take action. Anyway, based on my age, I guess it won’t be a few more years before others scold me.
But... what exactly is recorded in it? Although the calmness brought by age prevented the old emperor from seeking death, he still couldn't help but feel curious in his heart.
As if she understood the character of the person in front of her, Sophia, with the support of other witches, said: "I told you, if you want to die, get away and don't die in the tower. Who wants this damn thing? Let him Turn it on yourself and don’t let anyone else touch it.”
Although the old emperor had spoken freely before, when he encountered such a life-related matter, he handed the scroll to the knight beside him without saying a word. If you say you won’t touch it, you won’t touch it. At the same time, he asked: "Is there anything else I should pay attention to? Grandma Sophia."
"What if I said the list wasn't over yet."
"It's not over yet! How is this possible!" The old emperor was startled.
"It's impossible. You, the emperor, don't have the final say. If I had known that everyone would die, I wouldn't have had to ask people to take out the sacrifices in stock. I originally hoped to save one or two, but what happened? I wanted to die. You can’t save those who are sleeping, you can’t wake up those who are pretending to be asleep, everything is useless, it’s useless! Damn it!”
Because of her injury and excitement, Sophia slapped the old emperor on the back of his head and left the devastated ceremony room. What could the old emperor say after being sprayed for no apparent reason? He touched his nose and swallowed. This isn't the first time that old woman has slobbered all over someone else's face. With a sigh, the old emperor didn't care about the maids who were still cleaning up the aftermath, and left with his trusted knights.
The damage to the Witch Tower was serious, but to the emperor of an empire, it was nothing. For the follow-up recruitment of manpower and training of a new generation of witches, Granny Sophia can naturally take care of everything. No matter how special the bloodline is, how could the huge empire not be able to find even half of it.
Besides, I, the emperor, have left the Witch Tower dry for decades, and I haven’t seen all the people in it die. Instead, he killed and burned, burned and killed, but the inheritance was still not cut off here.
But is this scroll really going to be handed over to Duke Becker? Should it be paid? On this point, the old emperor did not dare to be so sure.
If he thinks anything of it after reading this, he will only have a reputation for using dirty methods to deal with political opponents. This is detrimental to my long-term efforts. No matter how fierce and stinky some people sprayed, he still endured it, in order to establish a rule not to kill easily.
Otherwise, would it be difficult for him as an emperor to kill him? Precisely because it is too simple, we should be more cautious. There are things you can do but shouldn't do. With such moderation, things may not be perfect, but at least the worst situations can be avoided. Risking the fate of the country is the most foolish thing a king should do.
But it doesn’t seem right not to hand over the scroll. Although what was involved was only an illegitimate son of the old man, he was also of his bloodline. Furthermore, he is also responsible for the losses at the Witch Tower. In this case, what is in hand has to be handed over. So for the sake of the old man's life, we can only state the interests in a public place, and then let unimportant people open the scroll and recite its contents.
All I can say is that I hope the old man doesn’t seek death on his own.
