The figure gradually changed, revealing a ferocious face. It was Laurent Vig, the dark wizard who died under Dalton. "Stand there and don't move!" it roared. "You are not worthy of joining us! You are too fragile and will draw the attention of the Arcana to you."
It does not seem to be a secret ritual, but a messy mixture of souls that have not yet been digested. Is this really the case? Roma didn't know who to trust.
If only Uriel was here, he could always see through other people's lies easily. I'm not Uriel. The little lion thought to himself, I have claws and teeth...and maybe my soul too. She tried to see her body, but there were only flickering spots and twisting strings in her field of vision. She seemed to be looking directly at an incandescent lamp in front of her nose, and even her head was stung by the light. Even if the fire were exactly the same as the physical body, I wouldn't be able to control it the same way I control the physical body. Do we really have to choose a side?
The figure in the pool seems to be more self-aware than the "King". However, Roma did not want to rely on these self-comforting inferences to make a choice. She really wished that she had the power to lead, so that she could make the "King" in the red mist die again, or simply freeze the pool under her feet. I thought I was just going to face despair, Roma regretted it, and I thought I could find the core. This is something that even Prince Drablay is not sure about. I actually thought that the red prophecy could give me a different weight. She was prepared to deal with stronger enemies, but in the end it was useless.
...Heather, my preparations? I forgot all about it! "You are blood descendants." Roma said to the figures in the pool. "I tried to contact the secret ritual from the edge of the Pure Cauldron Pool."
"You are not," the figure said.
So I can't feel your pain, and I can't save you. Roma still remembers the numb long lines, bloodline alchemists and mountains of bright red crystals he saw when he first broke into the pit space. She could only stop Prince Drablay and prevent more souls from joining them. "I'm here to make amends," the little lion told the men, "not to ask for forgiveness. I'm sorry I can't do anything for you, I'm pressed for time."
Roma reached into the pool and touched the golden leaves growing vigorously under the water. She's just Fire now, which means she can have the same power as the Lord of the Tower - as long as Sovero is there.
"I am the King!" Sylvanus screamed, only two yards remaining between him and Roma. The figures in the pool couldn't help but curse. They speed up at the same time, trying to stop it. But even the soul cannot ignore distance.
Mist rolled in. Roma felt flames igniting from every part of her body, the cold and pain retreated away, and her dream was pulled out of the mysterious place by strong gravity, just like Yasukawa's magic did during the fire ceremony. She lost the senses she struggled to control as the ease of manipulating her body returned. The little lion was so excited that he just had to find a way to smash that disgusting face and everything would be over.
"I'm not interested in your bathing scene." Zhuoer's voice came. Who is he talking to?
Roma opened her eyes and saw the fog dissipating, and the bottom of the pit was densely packed with blood-red figures. The night elf confronted a woman in a long skirt not far away, but the bodies of both parties were covered in deep and shallow blood-red shadows. The two of them were completely unaware of it. Blood-red figures smiled at her, their protruding teeth like the spikes of thorns.
A lump formed in her throat.
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Dalton originally hoped to remain hidden until Roma returned, but the Bloodborn was the second best. He could easily kill the discoverer to prevent leaks... but the demon lord's attitude towards them was probably the same. The night elves were confident of hiding precisely because the former needed to sneak into the Cauldron Pool while Prince Drablay was away. Otherwise, if the other party uses magic to sweep the surrounding stone statues at will, his "passer-by" will change from the background to a light bulb.
But the change in the environment was unexpected by everyone. Dalton's magical power to maintain mystery suddenly amplified several times, and the accumulation of dark elements increased accordingly, causing the sense of existence to rise instead of falling. Fortunately, he didn't take any chances and thought that the devil would ignore them. He had already changed his position before the other party's emergency magic penetrated the stone statue.
"Drow?" the demon lord blurted out in surprise.
Her attack did not pause due to surprise. Dalton jumped sideways, whip-like bright gray steel thorns piercing the ground, and muddy water splashed in the red mist. He couldn't help but glance back at Roma's position during the gap. There was nothing behind the stone statue where the apprentices in the tower were hiding. Not even a lion hair could be found. But she didn't abandon him and run away. She disappeared long before Dalton noticed the strangeness of the magic power. The night elf watched helplessly as Roma closed his eyes, and then without any warning, his eyes disappeared, like a little lion. Can blend into the air.
If I had turned around and walked away, he thought, the devil wouldn't have found me. No one could blame him. It was very likely that Roma would not come back, or that Prince de la Breit might arrive before her. Gao Huan could only wait for death in front of Kong Jing. Even the Witch of Destiny would understand his dilemma. The reward she gave him was not enough to buy his life. But for some reason, maybe just because he had nothing to do, Dalton decided to wait for Roma to come back.
He now found the reason, it was because he had the intention to quit. I can't get out of those messy pipes by myself.
"Who's there?"
The sound of the steel whip breaking stones alarmed the vampires who had not gone far, and then the demon stopped, giving Dalton a chance to breathe. He quickly gathered the dark elements, but he didn't want to repeat his old tricks. Now that the demon lord is aware of his existence, the effect of "Passenger" is almost nonexistent. The upper level of this magic is "Sensory Impairment", but Dalton has never used it on Sky Realm.
The bloodborn alchemist walked back to the edge of the pool, looking around with shrinking eyes. It wasn't until there was a slight noise in the distance that he ran away in a hurry. Dalton noticed that a polluted life was slowly withering. Another person was pushed down. The weight of the Purifying Cauldron Pond is more than enough to supply the vampire army, not to mention the blood-red crystals that were picked up. Other mysterious races would probably maintain the bottom line of vampire numbers, but Dalton knows the importance of the cauldron to vampires. Perhaps the production of cauldron potions will not stop until the end of the war. The alchemical products in the pool were probably also prepared by Prince Drablay for the mysterious ritual.
Now I just need to hide, Dalton didn't move, even held his breath. He witnessed the demon woman step into the cauldron pool, and the poison and curse would soon take effect. Even the devil cannot ignore the curse, because it is not just a mystery.
He saw the figure of the demon lord, the rippling cauldron pool, shrouded in thick fog, and the two were hazy at the intersection, as if they were one whole. A woman wearing a complicated aristocratic dress stood waist-deep in the potion, with her toes stepping on thick clumps of golden-green tobacco. The fabric on her chest was torn, and an exaggerated scar stretched from her collarbone to her navel. At this time, she was cleansed. The cauldron is dyed black and red. She was injured, which was more advantageous.
But when he saw the wound, the demon woman stopped draining life force. She apparently found no trace of Dalton and became wary. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The methods of the night elves are not mainstream on the mainland, but since the war between the Ash Temple and Faf Tanner, anyone who encounters the underground race will be careful about poison. After all, there are only a few guys like Roma who don't have much knowledge of mysticism.
Roma. Dalton looked away and found the building where they originally hid in the intricate stone forest. There was still no one behind. If she really came back, he thought in confusion, would she still appear in the same place? It seems I can't stay too far away. The difficulty in this task also greatly troubled the former captain of the guard of the Earl of the Bay. Maybe I will die at the hands of the devil soon and don't need to worry more. To put it bluntly, even if Roma really succeeded in destroying the "Mystery of Pain", Dalton would not be able to take her to escape the wrath of Prince Drablay.
He has always known the scope of his abilities, but this was not the case with Roma. It's okay to have hope, but hope is mostly useless and can drive people crazy. Forget it, she probably won't come back. I'd better worry about myself.
The demon woman escaped from the cauldron pool, but still failed to find Dalton. If she turned away like that, maybe we could live a little longer, he thought. However, the devil's thoughts are always different from those of ordinary people. Dalton watched as iron-gray chains swept around the pool with oppressive mystery, and the stone statues were broken and shattered. The spikes were approaching him in an instant, and Dalton had to give up hiding and escape to the stone wall further away.
"Shadow Attack" dragged him into the shadows before a metal thorn pierced the sole of his foot. Countless vampires died in the pit, and stone statues stood staggered, creating more dark shadows in the low-light environment. But only the cauldron pool at the devil's feet was flowing with jewel-like bright red blood. Dalton was forced to turn back, because the closer he was to the light source, the darker the shadow, and the faster he moved.
The devil woman's face darkened. "Damn underground lizard." She raised her finger, and a brilliant, thick barrier formed on her fingertips, reflecting the scene in front of her. It seemed like a magical mirror, but Dalton heard no words other than complaints coming out of her mouth. Could it be black magic? But most black magic also requires magic spells, and the few that don't need it don't have this kind of performance.
The metal whip swept across, like a sickle cutting through wheat, cutting off the stone statues beside the pool. Glowing mirrors broke through the fog and hovered among the wreckage. This woman knows "Shadow Attack" very well. After turning into a shadow, Dalton can only move in a shadow that is larger than his body. When the light comes from directly above, his abnormal body outline is as obvious as an ink spot on a white paper.
Dalton never intended to confront his enemy, but the situation seemed to be moving in that direction. Who can you blame? I shouldn't listen to the nonsense of that little lion, even the rune life is much wiser than her. This is his choice, he can only face it.
The Mystery of Pain lay beneath his feet, and he wondered if it collected his pain as well. But compared to the confusion he felt when he killed Laurent Vigue, being here did bring him comfort.
