"Before the heart stops beating...Before the heart stops beating..."
Carlos murmured the meaning of this sentence to himself. Suddenly, he looked at his body covered with stab wounds and saw that his body was almost drained of blood. He fell to the ground with a bang, leaving only his eyes opening and closing. Like a twilight lion, lingering under the sunset, waiting for the night to come and death to come.
"Captain Carlos!"
Link didn't waste any more time, and quickly took out the healing potion from his pocket, and outlined layers of spells in his mind, covering Carlos' body.
Beside the campfire, which was filled with the scent of some unknown herbal medicine, an invisible wind suddenly swirled. Link's eyes began to darken, turning from brown to black, as if he could see people's souls.
He stretched out his palm, put it against the master's sword, and said silently in his heart:
"The legendary sword of exorcism, you are the tenacious partner of the brave men of all ages. You are the incarnation of the unyielding soul of steel. Please release the power of blessing and delay the passage of life!"
While thinking silently, Link extended his spirituality, rubbed the blade of the sword with his fingers, and a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, giving it a healing light blue in the dim light of the fire.
This is the black magic recorded in the Misty City. It is a taboo type used before a person dies. The life of the caster is reduced by nearly ten years, and the caster will gain 200% of the magic power before the caster disappears. Crazy power until death!
Feeling the radiance of vitality and the return of energy, Carlos felt that his body was full of strength. He opened his eyes and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Link.
"Captain Carlos, mantra, quickly recite the mantra of prayer to Mr. Old!"
Without any time to say anything, Carlos dragged his body, which was about to collapse, and quickly took out an ointment-like candle from his right pocket and placed it next to the bonfire in a triangle. This is the most basic configuration for the residents of the Misty City to please the gods. .
"The ancient domination sleeping in R'lyeh City..."
Bah!
The first candle, symbolizing the gods, burst into gray flames.
"Your mysterious master above all taboos..."
boom!
The second candle, symbolizing the medium of communication, lit up with a crimson flame.
"The eternal old dream that transcends time and space..."
Teng!
The third candle, symbolizing the supplicant Carlos, begins to surround the fire.
Watching the three candles successfully lit, Carlos burst into tears. For nearly three thousand years, according to the records of the Misty City, no candles to communicate with the gods have been successfully lit for three thousand years.
In the flickering candlelight, Carlos picked up the broadsword, performed prayer movements that were almost engraved in his bones, recited incantations, and used coarse salt and water to sanctify himself.
Then, he let his accumulated spirituality spurt out from the tip of the broad sword and merged with nature.
An invisible wall of spiritual power formed instantly, surrounding Carlos. The firelight under his feet disappeared instantly, but the gray light still floated quietly.
This is a special kind of light, like mist, like clouds and rain, with a moist smell in the air.
Carlos didn't even have time to prepare the essential oils and hydrosols. He glanced at Link. The Master Sword in his hand was shaking and had reached the edge of being unable to hold up.
Immediately, he muttered silently:
“I pray for your favor;”
"I pray that you will favor one of your faithful followers."
"I pray for the power of Crimson;"
"I pray for the strength of misfortune and fear;"
"I pray that you will free your faithful believer Carlos from the contamination of evil and from the entanglement of disaster."
"Great God, please convey your power to me through the Miracle Flower..."
"Mysterious grass, a herb that belongs to the forbidden realm, please pass on your power to me..."
"Sleepweed, an herb belonging to the realm of nightmares, please pass on your power to me..."
After doing all this, he put down the broad sword in his hand. At the same time, the Master Sword in Link's hand fell together. He had completely exhausted his spiritual energy and was unable to support the continuation of black magic.
Carlos smiled, his eyes slowly closed, and his body fell back.
Zhi!
Suddenly, a faint mist filled the air, and the surroundings suddenly felt a bit mysterious.
Link's lips curled up slightly. He knew that even if the strange beast appeared at this time, it would not affect Captain Carlos's prayers.
He silently counted his heartbeats, checked the time, and rehearsed the subsequent process.
Over and over again, vague sounds began to resound throughout the entire space. It was the sound of sea water lapping against the rocks, the sound of stars returning to their positions and meteorites falling.
A dazzling light instantly overwhelmed Carlos who fell to the ground.
When he initially regained consciousness, he found that he was standing in a majestic palace supported by huge stone pillars, with stars flowing above his head. In front of him was an ancient and mottled round table with tails, and a huge extraordinary bonfire was burning. On the highest seat, there is a figure sitting surrounded by stars and the sea water flowing backwards.
In addition, there are nihilistic, ethereal, empty and illogical buildings all around, and the bottom is filled with invisible gray sea water and unreal dazzling spots.
At this moment, Carlos was completely surprised and speechless. Many emotions such as panic, surprise, fear, and excitement were lingering in his heart. Then he quickly looked at the figure standing on the seat in front of him devoutly and said:
"God! You have finally set your sights on your people once again."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and quickly lowered his head.
What I remember is:
“Don’t look directly at God!”
Oh, it is really the same as when Mr. Destiny came up, pious and fearful, and fear mixed with curiosity.
Weinerson leaned back, crossed his hands and replied in a leisurely and relaxed manner in the Alpine dialect of the mountains:
"In addition to being old and decadent, the word God is often mixed with depravity. Guys in the past enjoyed this kind of title. I don't like it. I'm just an old man who is interested in the mountains."
He had already used the extraordinary bonfire, and found that the color of the burly uncle in front of him, deep in the etheric body, on the surface of the astral body, gradually became more vibrant from withered brown, and became a unified color.
This shows that the opponent's life is recovering and his power is gradually rising to the demigod level.
The old days... Carlos chewed on this word. It was just like what Link described. Sure enough, at a certain time before, Link was summoned by God and came here.
There is hope, the misty city can be saved!
"Dear God...Mr. Old One, please save your people."
Hey, wasn’t I saving you? Weinason let go of his hands and said with a smile:
"I have given you new life."
Carlos was stunned for a moment and said after a long time:
"My new life?"
Suddenly, he realized that his spirituality had returned to normal, and the turbidity shrouded by death had disappeared.
God, this...is the power of God, the power that gives life.
"Dear Mr. Old, thank you for your gift of life. I am willing to dedicate everything I have."
Looking at the old man in front of him with a face full of vicissitudes of life, who was as restrained as a child at this time, Weinerson smiled and shook his head, his eyes like black whirlpools, watching.
"I'm not interested in your dedication. What I'm interested in is faith, the faith of everyone in Misty City."
Of course, these words were not spoken by Weinerson, but by Gorot's simulated voice.
