The yellow light in the night sky dimmed and the only bright star, Antares, seemed to be swaying, just like the transmission tower.
The heavy tires that had sunk into the sand and mud were still moving. The truck that was fully loaded with goods continued to push forward against the transmission tower. The iron support bent even more, and this thirty-meter-tall behemoth finally fell towards the direction of the truck, slowly collapsing.
The children's singing stopped abruptly. Holly's young face was filled with confusion. She hurriedly crawled into her mother's embrace, "Mummy! I had a nightmare. "
Everyone's mind was cleared up, especially Peacock and the land's travellers, they knew the ceremony had been disrupted!
Any ceremony had a series of strict requirements, any damage would affect the whole ceremony, much less a landmark like the transmission tower.
"This, this …" Kathlyn mumbled in shock, "That nightmare man, just who is he?"
"We wish to know that as well." Peacock sighed.
If it was only them, they would not have done this because their mental power was too weak. The closer they got to the transmission tower, the more they would be affected and the result would be a complete collapse. But this nightmare man, this violent nightmare man …
The Jacksons, the Perrys, the Davies and the rest of the citizens discussed among themselves and gasped in amazement.
"He stopped all of this?"
"That man sure is brave."
"Thank God we listened to him, thank God."
Even the dumbest could see the situation before them, this group of people was not the culprit, in contrast, they were the ones with the solution. If they wanted to survive, they had to follow them.
In reality, none of the citizens within the circle of protection walked into the desert and knelt down in despair. Therefore, those who were doubtful and unconvinced before hurriedly ran over, shouting, "Help, help!" "Let us go over, help!"
Peacock and the rest did not stop these fence-sitters because the more sane people there were, the more damage they would cause to the ceremony.
"Can we all turn on the horn?" Kathlyn had an idea, "Won't that affect the singing?"
Peacock finally understood the meaning of the car's horn, it was equivalent to the roar of ten thousand people. She agreed instantly, "That's right, let's get the car going!"
Mr. Jackson and the others were already used to this group of people's strange way of speaking. They immediately got back into their cars and pressed the horns of the dozens of cars in the circle. Beep, beep, beep. The ear-piercing and chaotic sound of the cars was extremely noisy, piercing their eardrums.
Holly and the other children covered their ears with their hands, their faces filled with discomfort.
However, this was obviously useful. With the addition of this extremely noisy noise, the originally weak and quiet female voice was almost completely covered up.
Just like the lyrics said, no one would be able to hear her voice and it would disappear into that Carcosa.
Beep, beep! The sound of the car was deafening. Then, even the people who were kneeling in the desert suddenly came back to their senses. They looked at the headless corpses on both sides of the road in horror. Then, they got up and ran away while trembling, screaming endlessly.
"Come this way!" cried Catherine, Tom, and the others. "Stay here."
Since they were worried that these people might be infected with some kind of infectious bacteria, they were not allowed to enter the circle of cars.
At the same time, at the transmission tower, the trucks continued to push. They would not stop until the tower was completely toppled.
Gu Jun heard the noisy car horn and chuckled coldly. That's right, that's it! Destroy all the necessary environment for the ritual.
Knocking down the transmission tower was useful but this was still the location of the ritual eye, it was not wise to stay there.
He used a bag of trash inside the driver's seat to press down on the gas pedal. He unbuckled his seatbelt and used his shaking body to push open the car door that was slightly deformed from the impact. Then he crawled out through the narrow gap and landed on the muddy ground outside. He took a deep breath and staggered back the way he came.
Gu Jun looked up at the night sky. The yellow light was fading. No matter what kind of ritual this was, its main goal was no longer achievable.
"Out of the Talisman, Come Death, Appear Phantom, Appear Madness."
Now that the Talisman had appeared and the death had failed, the ritual had been changed. But what did the latter half of the sentence mean?
The space around him was still warping. Gu Jun's head was pounding …
He wondered what was going on with Phecda.
…
The stars reappeared in the night sky. The crescent moon flickered in and out of the darkness.
The light of Aldebaran was fading. The distorted space in the middle of the lab was suddenly filled with different noises. It sounded like the honking of a car.
There were also voices filled with real emotions.
"Do not fire …" Xue Ba said hoarsely, "Our minds are being affected …"
The expressions of the people holding the rifles changed. Something was struggling inside them. "F * ck!" Lou Xiaoning cursed. She used a lot of energy to let go of the rifle. She said with difficulty, "We've been tricked, we've been tricked … It's not Gu Jun, it's not the channel to Dreamlands …"
'Huh? ' Wu Siyu was startled. She did not understand why there was such a sudden change, but she knew that she had to seize the opportunity. She shouted, "Everyone, stop sensing the power of the tome. This ritual is eroding your mind. Cut off the mental connection immediately! Cut it off! Zheng Jialiang is a traitor, be careful of him! "
Hearing that, the group seized the opportunity when the power of the ritual weakened. They grabbed hold of the last shred of clarity in their minds and tried their best to retract their mental connection.
"Shi Yu … Quick, take the guns away …" Wang Ruoxiang said weakly. As expected, she was still struggling.
Wu Shiyu understood the importance of this. He hurried to take away the guns from Wang Ruoxiang, Xue Ba, Lou Xiaoning, Yu Xiaoyong and the rest. He held one in his hand, hung two on his body and removed the magazines of the others.
She was about to collapse but she was the only one with a weapon. The muzzle of the rifle was aimed at the angry Zheng Jialiang.
At the same time, the lower the cultivation of the tome, the easier it was for them to be pulled out from the yellow vortex, especially those who had not come into contact with the third chapter.
"Ah!" Cai Zixuan screamed. Although his face was covered in cold sweat, he was the first to cut off the connection and did not fall to the ground.
He was angry and disappointed … His best friend did not come back from the dead. This operation was due to the bewitchment of an unknown force.
He thought that he would not be able to drink the soup that was already prepared.
Cai Zixuan suddenly charged at Zheng Jialiang and punched his strange face, knocking him to the ground.
"How dare you …" Zheng Jialiang shouted like a madman who had lost control, a trapped beast. He said furiously, "How dare you! I am the descendant of Hastur, the future king. How dare you treat your king like this! "
Everyone could see Zheng Jialiang's madness.
But to associate the person in front of them with the gentle and courteous Xiao Liang made their minds even more confused.
"You have ruined everything, you bunch of stupid pigs, traitors …" Zheng Jialiang staggered to his feet. Blood trickled down the corner of his lips. Seeing the yellow light disappear, his veins popped. His roar was filled with anger and pain. "You have stopped Carcosa from coming, you are doomed …"
"Oh." Wu Shiyu aimed the rifle at the traitor and pulled the trigger. With a bang, sparks flew. "Your doom will come sooner."
Zheng Jialiang, who was shot in the left calf, screamed and collapsed to the ground. Blood gushed out but there was no fear on his face. If anything, it only deepened.
"Ha ha ha … You have completely angered the brotherhood … You could have become nobles of the new kingdom, Sister Shi Yu, Sister Ruoxiang, you could have become my consorts! But you do not know how to worship and serve your king. You lowly animals do not deserve to exist in my kingdom … "
Zheng Jialiang tilted his head back and laughed. "Do you see your yellow talismans? They signify your death tonight. "
This person's expression was crazy, and his words were also crazy.
But for some reason, Wu Shiyu, Cai Zixuan and the rest could not dismiss him as a madman. Was it because Wang Ruoxiang and the rest were still struggling to sever the connection?
Or was it because the space around them was still warping?
Even though the stars had returned, the yellow light of Aldebaran was still the brightest.
The ritual had been disrupted but what was the brotherhood behind it … What was it doing?
"Look." Zheng Jialiang grinned. "You are going to your guillotine. The Seven Cryptical Book of Hsan did not tell you that you are not the only ones who can come into contact with that kind of power, you are still very, very weak … "
All of a sudden, the eerie female voice rang out once again. This time, there were also countless different eerie voices that surged and mixed together.
Wu Shiyu instantly scanned their surroundings. Cai Zixuan and the rest looked around in panic. "Be careful, the space is changing!" "There's a strange phenomenon!"
'Is this the power of the void? 'There was no loud bang but the ripples and distortions in the space were so fast and unstoppable.
Zheng Jialiang's expression turned even crazier. He raised his hands high and started to sing the song of Aldebaran! The phantom of the brotherhood had arrived!
"Hmm …" Wu Siyu looked at her surroundings that were filled with illusions. It felt very chaotic. It felt like there were many different spaces overlapping on top of each other. It was the space on Earth … There were mountains, forests, deserts … but in the midst of the chaos, she seemed to taste something familiar … salt …
Suddenly, the night turned into day. There was no star or sun, the sky was dark.
Everyone could see clearly that their surroundings had changed. They were no longer in the Spell Department's lab but an arena that resembled a gladiatorial arena.
An open-air arena? The reason for that thought was because there were rings of large stone seats around them. They appeared to form a spiral triangle. The spectator seats were filled with many figures. All of them wore shabby earthen yellow cloaks that were embroidered with yellow symbols.
The arena was so large that the seats reached into the sky. They were all made from stone the size of houses.
There were at least hundreds of thousands of people in yellow. Their faces were shrouded in the shadows of the capes. It was hard to tell whether they were real or fake.
There were no dark clouds in the sky, all the dark clouds were gathered around the seats. It was hard to tell what kind of thunder was brewing.
The brotherhood … they were the members of the brotherhood …
The Phecda members had no idea where they were but they could see they were standing on the stone stage at the center of the arena.
Not far away from them were several groups of people who looked lost. Some of them had cars and many of them had children with them. They were obviously normal citizens. The group instantly understood. The lab was only one of the many locations for this ritual, it was probably the most important location.
But as Zheng Jialiang said, there were other locations for this ritual, perhaps they were spread all over the world.
As for now, the ritual locations of these different places were all overlapping on the huge stage of this theater.
"Hahaha …" Zheng Jialiang laughed wildly. Looking at the countless yellow-clothed figures around him, he saw a group of ten or so yellow-clothed figures walking over like ghosts. Every nerve of his was extremely excited, so excited that he almost fainted. "My servants, they're here …"
On the other side, Wu Siyu decisively pulled the trigger of her rifle, shooting at Zheng Jialiang and the yellow-clothed figures that came from behind him.
But no bullets were fired. She lowered her head with a frown and realized the texture of the gun had changed. It looked like it was made from plastic.
"Are you sure that's not a prop gun?" Wang Ruoxiang asked. But at some point, her face turned expressionless and her eyes darkened.
Other than Wang Ruoxiang, more than half of the members of the suicide squad, Gao Yi, Zhang Zuodong and Yu Xiaoyong, stood next to Zheng Jialiang.
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