Compared with the green elves of the Twilight Forest, the vampire's throwing skills need to be improved in terms of accuracy, but their lethality is far beyond them. Countless tiny blood-red fireworks hit the rocks and iron frames, and the flying debris scattered in the narrow passage. These are deadly weapons. Roma snatched a half-buckler from the corpse and tried to curl up to hide, listening to the fierce blows outside the oak wood as fast as the showers of the flaming moon.
When the shaking subsided, Roma probed and shot an arrow. The wooden arrow passed through the gap between the smoke screen and the round shield, and accurately nailed the earth wall behind the pursuer. The earth waves and landslides caused by the magic explosion temporarily hindered the vampire's footsteps. She quickly seized the opportunity and climbed up the ladder to the iron pipe above her head.
As a result, there was a clang, and the loose ladder broke. The little lion rushed upwards, hanging dangerously on the last step. Fortunately, her arms were strong enough to drag herself up. A rusty spike pierced the sole of the shoe. Roma was not injured, but she subconsciously lifted her foot and the boot was completely taken off, leaving it on top. She had no choice but to turn around and take off her shoes, hoping that the next guy who climbed up would get the same treatment.
Unlike when they arrived, the pipes were filled with smoke. Roma followed the mark left by the magic "Consonance", and her buckler was thrown away halfway. Only when everything was quiet except for his own breathing did the little lion dare to stop. I'm safe, no one can find me again. The pipelines were complicated, and if the pursuers had the ability to find her, they would not have let her escape.
She felt light-headed, whether it was from the smoke or from what she saw behind the door, Roma couldn't give an answer. The smoke smelled of blood, and she knelt down to cough, feeling her lungs fill with foam.
That is the secret ritual. The source of pain. An ancient mystery. Roma held the bow in her arms, sorting out her thoughts in the hazy and brief silence. Clean cauldron. Rectangular ladder. Blood descendant. These words collided together and immediately lost their original color. "Sauron."
The ring lit up. After seeing the secret ceremony, it never questioned the necessity of Rama's trip. I did put myself in danger, but that was nothing compared to the intelligence I gained. Roma stretched her paws under her gloves. For this news, it is quite a bargain to exchange the life of a tower apprentice. I am afraid Lion Ronald and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will also think so. It’s about the pattern of the mysterious field, how could anyone not care?
"Do you think Aiken is in there?" What answer do I want?
"Not here"
Unexpectedly, the ring was more confident than her. Please give me some confidence. She stood up: "The vampires collected the cauldron for the secret ceremony... It has been so long since Aiken was taken away."
"It seems you know what's going on. But you have also seen the scene inside, the cauldron is not the key,” Sauron pointed out, “it is just a by-product of the secret ritual.”
"What exactly is the secret? A mysterious object?"
"It's the ones you see. It's not a magic pattern, it's not a mysterious creation, it's not even alchemy. It is an 'active magic ritual' that has been very rare since the ancient times, a quasi-magic phenomenon that can operate on its own.』
Does it really know what it's talking about? Roma was sure she hadn't heard it wrong: "I don't understand. It looks a lot like a mysterious ritual." It even sounded the same. Mysteries represent mysterious rituals, and the logic within them seems to be as seamless as interlocking gears.
"No. totally different. Mysterious rituals require mysterious creatures to preside over, and are essentially magic. But the mystery is a phenomenon. It arises naturally and operates autonomously. It is a mysterious phenomenon that exists completely apart from fire. It has the same origin as the mysterious place." Sauron explained the ring seriously, as if she could understand it. "The key is people. Mysteries do not need a host, and there is no need to provide magic power - the mysterious phenomenon itself is composed of the magic power of order. But there is a difference between the secret ritual and the mysterious place. It has a weird mysterious core..."
"...As if a fire can cause mystery without magic power?" Roma blinked. "So, if the secret ceremony is regarded as a mysterious ceremony, then the presiding officer is the order itself."
"What a fresh proposition!" There is no such thing as fire in order, but you can understand it that way for the time being. In the eyes of you unlearned guys, magic and witchcraft are even the same thing, let alone divine magic"...
Roma let it chatter away while he recalled the connection between the cauldron and the secret ceremony. She saw a huge pit behind the door. Even the soil inside was red, and smoke was floating in the sky pink. At the edge of the cliff-like pit, vampires in red robes were pushing the numb-looking vampires down one by one. Their faces were filled with holes after fear, and their limbs were weak. Some of the vampires were different from others. They fell down with ropes tied around their waists, and then climbed up with strange blood-red crystals. Except for them, no one who falls can come up again.
"What are those?" she asked Sauron in a low voice.
The 'Cauldron' ring told her, 'The Vampires collect them from corpses. Look closely at the shoulders of those slaves, they bear traces of alchemical patterns.』
Roma discovered it on the blood descendants who were traveling back and forth. She had previously thought that alchemy was on another group of people. "They are mysterious creatures." The little lion noticed the difference, "Those who didn't come up are all mortals."
"The vampires will specially train some vampires to learn alchemy." Needless to say, it is for the purpose of making "purifying cauldrons".
"What's under the cliff?"
"Of course it's the Mystery of Pain. These mortal blood descendants were driven down in order to mass-produce the cauldron. Their flesh and blood has been concentrated and refined, removing the junk and retaining the essence. The soul produces pain and despair, becoming part of the mystery.』
However, these people seemed to have no desire to survive, and Roma once doubted whether they could still feel pain and despair. To be honest, the look on their faces almost quelled Roma's ignited anger. She didn't know what the use was of saving them. Without the blood provided by the vampires, they would die of petrification within two months. too late. I don’t even have the courage to make the decision to die for them.
"Is the blood prince down there?" She felt strange pressure. The gap in mystery made her uncomfortable.
"No, you don't have to enter the core to use the Mystery of Pain," the ring said, "but there is still a high ring here." My little ancestor, please leave quickly.』
Not yet. "What's the use of the secret ceremony? Why does the vampire hold this ceremony?"
"The Mystery is not a mysterious ritual. It is very complicated to explain... As for its use, it varies from person to person. It is unlikely that the Blood Prince Trolbane Drablay will break with the Alliance over a trivial matter, but the Mystery can The role it plays is really subtle for His Excellency the Prince. Even if I exceed my authority, I can't give the answer." The ring paused for a moment, "In the field of mysterious knowledge, the wizards of the school are the most profound libraries. As for the tower... you might as well go back and ask Your Majesty the Witch of Destiny.』
"Don't rush me." The little lion muttered, "Why don't I turn around now?" Anyway, it's unlikely that Aiken would be here.
At this moment, Roma saw an alchemist suddenly rushing toward the death team, but was stopped by a man in red robes. His screams and howls instantly broke the low pressure of death around the pit. But with a sudden push from the vampire guard, he and the woman at the front of the team fell off the cliff, and all the sounds suddenly stopped.
The hair on her back stood up. "That is……?"
"Bloodborn are not fruit from trees, they also have families," Sauron replied.
Roma stayed there for a long time in a mood she didn't know she had, until the alchemist vampire who had fallen down climbed back up. He held the "pure cauldron" that was brighter than dirt in his hand, shuffled and threw it into the cart in front of the man in red, and jumped off at the same time as the next person. She suddenly felt that the aroma in the air was stronger, so she turned around and retched.
"This smell...why..."
"This is not the smell of a pure cauldron, but a secret ritual. The secret lies at the bottom of the pit, but I advise you not to think about going down to find out.』
"I won't," she said without thinking.
Even after Sauron explained the scent, Roma still found the air here suffocating. She retreated to the stone door, placed her fingers on the magic lines of the rectangular ladder, and held her breath as she observed this horrific sacrifice. I had to bring the news back, which was almost as high a priority as finding Aiken. But when a second vampire tried to resist appeared in the alchemist's team, she drew the bowstring faster than the ring could react.
The wooden arrow flew off the string and tore through the mist. The man in red robe who was responsible for pushing was pierced by an arrow, and his body was immediately torn apart. The explosion of magic power pushed those around him aside, causing more smoke and dust and a shower of blood.
The blood descendants got up in disgrace, and suddenly found that the rock and soil beside the pit were completely shattered, and large cracks spread to the left and right, covering a full ten yards wide.
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