"She stayed there a long time," Helen told them, "but I'm not sure she's still there."
"Your divination skills have declined." Mr. Lion muttered.
"Something is interfering with my witchcraft." The Witch of Destiny looked at the crystal ball, and red threads began to float inside. "Blood color. An ominous omen." For no reason, Uriel saw her face suddenly turn white.
"Helen?" Ronald also noticed.
The witch's fingers trembled, and her eyes were covered with a blood-red haze. This is really a terrifying sight - you can't see the original gradual change of color in those bright eyes at all. They lost the distinction between the whites and pupils in the apprentice's horrified gaze, and the unstable magic power stirred around her. . All peaceful and profound feelings were gone. The crimson mist broke away from the inside of the crystal and enveloped the witch at a speed that no one could stop. Uriel felt a high wall of air coming towards him, and the huge force pushed him backwards without warning.
But the messenger pushed hard on his shoulder, forcing the apprentice to stumble to his feet. The lion Ronald quickly stretched out his hand, and his palm expanded and deformed, growing into sharp and curved slender claws. He tore open the blood mist with the tip of his claws and struck it on the red-stained crystal ball. In an instant, as the magic power rioted like a volcanic eruption, the air seemed to be squeezed. The crystal ball that bore the brunt let out a cracking groan and immediately shattered into pieces.
The blood mist rolled back and rushed straight into the body of the Witch of Destiny. A scary hissing sound came from her mouth.
The lion couldn't help but glance at the messenger, but Joey shook his head. "She's fine." He motioned to Uriel to help Ms. Helen down on the sofa to prevent the debris from scratching her skin. "Those are her magic powers, powers eroded by mystery."
Joey was right, the witch was gradually quieting down. Uriel heard the thunderous heartbeat in his chest. For a moment, he seemed to feel a sea of blood rushing towards his face, and he couldn't help but subconsciously mobilize the magic power in his body. However, the messenger quickly allowed him to regain control of his power from this stressful reflex. Perhaps freezing his emotions was also Joey's unique secret skill.
"What happened to her? Ms. Helen—"
"The magic is out of control." Joey paused, "The magic is out of control. But she responded in time, she's fine."
But just as he calmed down, Uriel found that half of his magic power had been emptied. From the reflection in the glass, the apprentice saw a look of horror on his face. What the hell! He realized that the Witch of Destiny might not be the only one whose magic was out of control.
"Why did Helen's witchcraft suddenly go out of control?"
"I don't understand witchcraft." The messenger can rely on mystery to see through her situation, but he knows nothing about witchcraft and astrological magic. "But this situation is probably related to the prophecy of blood."
"Helen never had that prophetic dream." Ronaid used his lion's claws to pick up a wisp of rising mist and observe its shape. "But she used magic to peek into Roma's fate. Prophecies are always related to fate. Since the sky has been harmed, let alone the ring level."
The messenger also knew exactly what he meant. "The saint has obtained the dream, but the sky will lose control of its magic due to touching the related fate. The prophecy of blood has begun."
"I hope there are no guys in the astronomy room making predictions at this time." The Lion said, "There is something wrong with the confidentiality decision-making of the Destiny Gathering."
"It's not a big problem." Uriel watched as Joey picked up the fragments, scratched his fingers, and then wiped the blood on the table. No one could see the anxiety on his face. "It should be that the fate of people related to the blood prophecy will have the same consequences. We only need to remind the insiders."
"Blood spell," Sauron explained, "is a type of black witchcraft. Before you become a mysterious person in the sky, it’s best not to come into contact with it.』
Witchcraft is a type of magic, but the apprentice has never heard of black magic. To be honest, his understanding of magic classification is only superficial. He originally thought that witchcraft was exclusive to witches, until one day in an astrology class, Mr. Sidney complained about how weird the witchcraft of the Silent School was, and he couldn't understand its principles. Uriel hoped to get more information from Sauron, but he was able to restrain himself from being verbose on this topic. As for the purpose of the blood spell, the ring was not mentioned at all.
But no explanation is needed. A string of magic words lit up, and each symbol was made of solidified blood. Uriel heard rustling noises and the crackling sound of objects collapsing. What followed was a scream that almost pierced the eardrums.
"Mr. Sidney! Eastman's emergency—" But the scream broke off.
The magic suddenly failed, and Uriel was surprised to see the coagulated blood twisting wildly, and the tabletop seemed to be gnawed by insects. Bai Zhizhi slapped the magic text with his palm, and when he raised his hand, the frost flakes fell. "Blood," he said.
Apparently, it's not just fate magic associated with prophecies that's problematic, but any magic that involves blood as well.
"I need to go back. The tower must have encountered the taboo earlier than we did."
Ronald frowned. The apprentice understood his concern. After all, the coordinates of Iron Claw City have not yet been repaired, and apart from the leader's blood spell, they have no other way to contact the tower. "As soon as Helen woke up, we went to find Roma. Damn it...but at least old Sidney is okay."
Uriel also breathed a sigh of relief. Sauron quietly told him that Ronald Zachary, the "Lion", once had a quarrel with the old astrologer in the conference hall. At this moment, his worry immediately made the apprentice respect the Lion Lord.
"On the other side of the communication is the female apprentice who has just been promoted to the ring level." The messenger said, "It seems that the problem is Larsen."
The apprentice suddenly tensed up.
Ronald also reacted. Although Mr. "Silver Cross" is on duty at the observation deck, Sabina is afraid of waking him up, so she usually chooses to inform her instructor. But this time she woke Osvid directly.
"We thought we could stay out of it," he muttered to himself.
The messenger nodded, and Uriel saw him turn his gaze to him. A realization arose in the apprentice's mind: He wanted me to go back with him. But before Uriel could answer, the world in front of him suddenly shattered.
The end of "Spiritual Vision"——
It seems my magic is still useful. Uriel's premonition came true. Perhaps the only useful prophecy. Because the source of my magic is the devil and not Otto? The apprentice wasn't sure. But this did not affect his determination.
Uriel waited patiently for the messenger to communicate with the tower, and messages came one after another repeatedly in his ears. But perhaps because of Mr. Larson’s insufficient reaction when he also predicted failure, the messenger’s eyes looked thoughtful again.
He noticed it. Uriel found that his excuse for thinking hard was suddenly useless.
Joey said, "I want you to stay."
After receiving a positive answer, he turned to look at Ronald. "Uriel is a magician." This seemed to be the explanation. "Or you could send him to look after the witch."
Ronald was confused and wanted to ask a question, but the messenger turned around and opened the gap between the stars, and disappeared in a second.
"..."
Uriel pretended not to see His Excellency the Lion's doubtful gaze, and before he could ask a question, he changed the subject: "She's awake."
The Witch of Destiny appears to be fine, her eyes returning to normal. The apprentice felt the sea of magic returning to silence. They emitted fluctuations regularly, and every bit was under the control of the witch.
"It's my magic power." She explained, "Those red mist. Red threads. The magic power of my contact with destiny was infected and lost in the blood-red waves. I saw Roma staying in the Church of Gaia, and she was being swept away. Enter the vortex of prophecy. Otherwise, my magic will not be affected."
"The commander has returned to the tower. His blood spell also suddenly failed." Ronaid said, "Larson also encountered the same problem. He must have started looking for traces of Roma after the trial. But Since you are not injured, his condition will not be more serious. When I find that girl, I will not let her run around. Without Roma to cause trouble, Croita will be able to move forward and retreat freely no matter what the prophecy says. "
"The situation is already very bad." The chrysoberyl in front of the witch's left eye shook slightly. "The Gathering of Destiny will be severely constrained, and the prophetic storm will sweep across more mysterious organizations. Have you forgotten? My magic was suspended in front of a Gaia church. The child met the bloody destiny in the church. .Uncle Ronald. The Silent School has been involved."
…
The roads in the countryside are full of mud, but the violets blooming more blooming on the roadsides than in the royal city. The Eastman East is still in the bi-monthly period of heat and harvest, and the four-leaf leaders already need to wear coats. But regardless of the climate, villagers rarely visit the church. Their work may be much simpler than in the city, and the time and energy they can consume will also increase exponentially. The village fell into a deep sleep at night, and the night watch guards were too sleepy to notice the three living people flying overhead.
Uriel's whole body weight was supported on his shoulders, and his shoulders and neck felt sore as soon as he landed. He really wanted to use "Holy Word Evocation" to apply ice to his shoulder, but his magic power was not enough to waste. After all, the effect of the Scroll of Oath requires him to bear a corresponding price, and he would rather be in pain all over than increase the chance of "spiritual vision".
Lord "Lion" did not break into the church, and it was not until then that he suddenly discovered Bai Zhishi's intention of leaving his apprentice. "I almost forgot that I was a member of the Foreign Office," he complained to the witch. "This is all Dean Rubin's fault. As soon as I saw him in the office, I wanted to turn around and leave."
"That's because you always break the rules," said the witch.
Uriel stepped forward and knocked on the door, and a Cross Knight immediately opened the door... and then poked out a helmet and the steel tip of a spear. There was no cross mark on it, the apprentice suddenly discovered.
He asked warily: "Who are you?"
"Messenger of Chloe, the Tower of the Sky." The apprentice used the coat of arms again. "While it wouldn't be polite to visit late at night, we are in a hurry."
"Logically speaking, the monastery does not welcome strangers, no matter where you come from." The gatekeeper must have noticed the mystery of Kongjing, his tone was tense and urgent. "Of course, I will notify the dean of your arrival. Please wait a moment."
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