Magic Tower Starry Sky

What can anyone do about a mother on the verge of losing her mind because of the loss of her only child? The best way is probably to stay away, let the emotion calm down a little, and then intervene in persuasion; or after the emotion has collapsed, try to save it. In short, participating in the first time is generally not the best choice.

So what can other people do for a mother who is on the verge of losing her mind because of the loss of her only son, and who has great strength? If she wants to be crazy, just accompany her crazy, otherwise what else can she do? If you don't want that anger to burn on yourself.

Horta Obry was a wise man, and knew how to protect herself. Under such circumstances, he simply led people to the ceremony room for prophecy, and of course it could also be used to cast magic that traced back what happened.

To go back to the past, it is very important to have an introduction, or a clue. The more accurate the description of personnel, time and place, the easier it is to find that specific time segment.

Taking this incident as an example, it was relatively easy for Granny Youjia to find out who killed her son. A drop of blood from a blood relative, what you saw just before death, with such clues and requirements, you can find the part you want to see from the long river of past memories, and then reproduce it.

The most important thing is that what you can see in this ceremony is not just 'images'. Participants in the ceremony can even interfere with the 'past' to a certain extent from the perspective of a third party. This is also the biggest reason why Granny Yujia's curse can have an effect on specific characters that appear through the ritual.

Of course, there will be corresponding costs to the extent of interference. It is not impossible to save people, or to retrieve items that have disappeared from the past, but the cost will be too high for the caster to imagine. If the ceremony fails, all the sacrifices used to perform the ceremony will be wiped out, it is still a trivial matter, the backlash of magic, and the death of the caster are not impossible things to happen.

This set of rituals created by Time Law St. Wells does not have a specific name. It is precisely because this magic ritual can do many things that cannot be explained by common sense, and its power is so powerful that it can change one's life against the sky. Therefore, the most important knowledge about this ritual is actually how to prepare "sacrifices" or "substitutes" .

As long as there are enough sacrifices or substitutes to pay the cost of the ritual for the caster, this ritual can be said to be a super magic without side effects or sequelae.

But whether the sacrifices are enough, whether the substitute is strong enough to prevent disasters, these are not matters that the person performing the ceremony has the final say. As long as the price is insufficient, it will start to absorb the vitality of all those who participated in the ceremony, until there is nothing left, nothing can be used as a price to fill the long river of time, and the ceremony will fail.

It is precisely because of such terrifying characteristics that many magicians who performed this ceremony were eventually swallowed by their own greed and lost their precious lives.

It was because Horta O'Brien was very aware of the various taboos in this ceremony, and carefully performed each ceremony, that she was able to live a nourishing life to this day.

It was not the first time for him to do the commission of Granny Youjia. So after entering the ceremony room, he ordered his students to put enough sacrifices, and he also made preparations before the ceremony. Of course, there was one thing that he had to pick up in person.

Holding a small silver plate and walking up to the still angry mother, Horta said, "Grandma Yuja, I need a drop of blood."

The old woman said in a hoarse and heavy voice: "I know this ceremony. So when the ceremony starts, I will drip the blood to the correct place myself, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

This is a person who is good at cursing, and he is cautious about his own blood. Horta O'Brien shrugged noncommittally, and withdrew the hand holding the silver saucer. Just like what the old woman said, she herself is quite familiar with this ceremony, if the blood is not in place, causing the ceremony to fail, the responsibility will not be on him.

While everyone was waiting, Horta O'Brien changed into the magic robe used for performing the ceremony. The euphemistic name is for the sense of solemnity and smooth spellcasting. After all, the magic of Midi belongs to idealism, and good or bad mood will have an impact on the result of casting spells.

But what others don't know is that there is a secret hidden in it. This robe is woven with human hair, and those who donate their hair, including ordinary people and magicians, have their souls imprisoned in the robe as their last life-saving substitute when the ritual goes wrong.

Even though it was conceived like this, since the **** commission was completed, this not-so-gentle magician had no chance to test whether the robe could work normally. After all, that kind of thing is best never to happen.

After repeatedly confirming that everything needed for the ceremony was in place and the quantity was sufficient, Horta Oberli called off other irrelevant people and let them leave the ceremony room. At the same time, Granny Youjia was also in the right place, dripping the blood from her fingertips.

Burning incense, whispering of mantras. A strange atmosphere enveloped the ceremony room. The fog was getting thicker, and the room was no longer what it was before, but was replaced by many fleeting scenes, and those pictures became clearer and clearer.

Finally, the picture came to a sky. All you can see is misty white clouds, flying upwards non-stop. In other words, the observed target keeps falling.

Seeing that the scene was fixed and there were no major changes, the old woman who was a great magician was now just an anxious mother, looking around. Soon, she saw her child. The familiar body shape and familiar appearance are different, but one arm is missing. But obviously, people should still be alive.

Looking at the vivid image, she couldn't help shouting: "Mai Dao, is that you? My precious child."

"Mother, mother, is that your voice? Help me, I don't know where I am. Come and save me."

"Son, don't be afraid, I will find you, I will definitely find you."

Looking at the mother-child love scene in front of him, Huerta really wanted to pour a bucket of cold water on the other party. With the past memories found on the condition of "the last scene before death", people are still alive only because they are still alive "at that time". Then there will be a cruel death scene, which is not maddening.

Moreover, talking to people from the past without authorization wasted some opportunities. These opportunities were all exchanged with sacrifices. Fortunately, I was always prepared. Anyway, this is a big customer and can always be reimbursed. However, regarding the speed of consumption, for Horta who had performed many rituals, he still felt that something was not quite right.

The fall from the sky is not endless. Below is a lush green grassland. There are no other plants, just a raised hill, forming a throne-like terrain. There is also a person leaning on it, stepping on the chair, resting his hands on his knees, and opening a book with one hand, looking leisurely. The messy brown hair fluttered in the wind, seeming to be shining with brilliance, blowing away with the wind.

Although he hadn't seen the other person's appearance clearly, just looking at it from a distance, Huerta felt a sense of indescribable familiarity...and a sense of weirdness.

Beside her, Granny Youjia was yelling, asking her useless son to perform flying or feather fall. It means that this kind of magic should be cast when falling from a high altitude, and others need to be reminded. Horta really thinks that the guy is dead, and it really saves the world a little trouble.

And as Mai Dou fell, Horta realized where the strange feeling that had been lingering in her heart came from. The one who poses comfortably on the ground~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is really too huge. Mai Dao, that is, Granny Youjia's underdeveloped son, is he as big as a finger?

There are giants in Midi, but their sizes don't vary so much. Unless the other party is an ancient giant, in the limited literature records, the description of the ancient giant's body shape is so exaggerated.

I haven't figured out the giant's origin yet, but when he closed the book, there was a snap, and the mother-in-law next to him let out a heart-piercing cry, and Huerta also looked at it dumbfounded. Before today, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for a living human being to be shot to death by closing a book like a bug. But it just happened.

Suddenly a possibility flashed through his mind. But before Horta O'Brien had time to capture that bit of inspiration, and wanted to understand some vague things, Granny Youjia had already made a move.

Sprinkle the corpse powder of the secret tune into the sky, and chant spells that do not belong to this world in the language of the undead. The souls that were used as materials were released at the same time. In order to gain freedom and pass on their own pain, they used various vicious languages ​​to curse the targets marked by the magician who cast the spell.

Generally ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the target person will not find out about the curse cast through the ritual. But as soon as Granny Youjia made a move, in this past memory, the cursed person seemed to have noticed something, and turned his gaze over, and he even made eye contact with the person who performed the ceremony, Huerta. This is something that has never happened before!

When the warning flashed in his mind and Horta wanted to interrupt the ceremony, it was too late. The giant grabbed at the void, and then made a throwing motion. Granny Youjia, who was beside her, seemed to be hit by an unknown force, floated into the air, and landed heavily.

She fell to the ground with a hollow chest and a grim expression. She stared at the magician who was performing the ceremony with her eyes, making her scalp numb. It was too dead to die for.

Brutally swept away all the locations where the sacrificial vessels were placed, and even destroyed the arranged magic circle without hesitation, not only because the death of the old woman shocked Horta O'Brien, but he also remembered who that person was. Who.

That one is not a giant, but the master of perception──Monet. Among the eight powers, the **** of 'perception'. And what you see in the picture is actually the Divine Kingdom of the Lord of Perception. The disparity in size is because human beings are so small in front of the gods.

But all of this was also too late.

The moment before the ceremony was completely interrupted, Herta O'Brien's eyes burst open. Although he saved his life, he also realized that his "perception" in the eight powers had been completely cut off. This means that his progress in magic will always stop at this moment in front of him. Unless he can find a way to please that god, there is no possibility of restoring the power of 'perception'.