Circe shook her head. "I once wanted to ask Medusa to revive Tham's soul in Scotland. After all, the Alchemy Emperor was indeed a great strategist. Perhaps he could be a great help in the fight against this catastrophe. But she refused. She said that she did not want to blaspheme her most respected opponent."
Although Circe believed that "women" had an extremely high status and that men should be enjoyed by women, and she was an extreme "feminist", she still cared about the tribe and the country. Otherwise, she would not have become one of the three witches and endured the hard times in the tribe together.
But her disciple, Medusa, was even more extreme than her. In Medusa's eyes, the destruction of the world had nothing to do with her. She had her own pride. She did not revive the Alchemy Emperor. She did not care about the big picture and only thought about her own breakthrough.
But now, she failed …
Leaving behind a mess that was in desperate straits.
But as Medusa said before, we put the hope of the whole world on her, the most evil Sorcerer Emperor in history. Is she crazy? Or are we crazy?
"Then what should we do now?" Emperor Ermin's face was solemn. She looked at the gathered people and the ancient legendary witch Circe. "I believe that everyone here is the last hope of this world."
According to ancient legends, when Circe died, she was a level six legendary wizard.
Now that she had become a ghost, she continued to cultivate and had entered level seven epic.
Circe's soul had even opened up an unprecedented path of training as a "Necromancer", using the body of a ghost to train and raise the level of a Sorcerer. However, the difficulty of this was no less than opening up a whole new realm.
"She's already level seven epic. Could it be that the ancient witch Circe has surpassed me and reached the peak of epic? She's about to become a demigod?" Ermin had a glimmer of hope.
Circe sighed. "Difficult, too difficult. This is an unprecedented path, and it's even more difficult than the cultivation of the living. It's almost impossible for me to become a demigod. Medusa is the highest realm among us. He's the only hope to become a demigod."
Ermin was silent.
Although they were in a difficult situation, there was still some hope. After all, they had Circe, Charlotte, and her, the three epic wizards on their side.
"By the way, can the resurrection of the dead revive Medusa?" Ermin suddenly thought of something.
Circe said helplessly, "I haven't mastered this forbidden witchcraft. It's too complicated. Although Medusa has given me the complete witchcraft theory, the witchcraft system she created will take countless years to master. After she died, no one can resurrect the dead now …"
Circe clearly knew that over the past eight hundred years, her disciple's accumulation of knowledge and achievements had long surpassed her, but Medusa's character was too extreme, too extreme.
"However, although I can't revive the dead, she might be able to revive herself!" Circe suddenly said.
Self-summoning?
Could Medusa gather his own souls?
Circe gave everyone an exciting piece of news.
Circe said, "I've read in her notes that she mentioned such an idea. She said that after she died, she could gather her own soul and live a second life as the Nether Spirit Empress without a body."
Everyone was excited.
Charlotte said from the side, "This is just an idea. If she could really do it, she would have saved herself long ago. She wouldn't have to wait for this moment."
"Yes, if she could revive from the dead, she would have been resurrected long ago. She wouldn't be so calm now." Circe sighed calmly. "But although I can't resurrect the soul of the dead, I can barely communicate with her scattered consciousness before she died. I can see if she tried to resurrect herself before she died, but failed."
When Circe said this, everyone around her took a step back.
Everyone knew that Medusa had been defeated, but they could communicate with her before she died and see what she had experienced before she died … Perhaps she had failed to revive because she was missing a certain condition. They could help her gather her dead soul again.
Or perhaps, before Medusa died, she left them some kind of message from the Evil God, which could help them find a solution to their current predicament?
Whoosh!
A strange grey-black ripple slowly spread out.
Circe began to communicate with the dead, calling from all directions, spreading in all directions at a certain frequency, as if waiting for a response from somewhere.
Whoosh!
Like a series of ripples.
After a full half an hour, there seemed to be an echo somewhere, and a voice appeared in everyone's mind.
It was the voice of Medusa before she died.
"Is this … the truth?"
"I saw death!! So the truth of death can never be touched. Only when you face death can you see it … "
This voice was filled with extreme joy.
Success!
Everyone looked at each other. This was indeed the voice of Medusa before she died. At that time, the sound of joy had spread throughout the entire mountain range.
Then, they heard the following voice. It was a voice whispering to himself, "I finally broke through. Igniting the godfire …"
Everyone was stunned. Cold sweat broke out on their backs, and dense goosebumps appeared on their skin. Could it be that Medusa did not fail at that time, but in fact …
But since she had broken through to the demigod level, she would definitely ignite the godfire and become a god. How could she die??
"Perhaps, Medusa's death at that time hid an even more terrible truth."
The entire Babylon Royal Palace was dead silent. Countless witches, ministers, Circe, Charlotte, Ermin, and even Pan Yuxian instantly showed a touch of horror.
"Listen!!"
Ermin suddenly clenched her cane. Her fingers turned pale from the pressure. She suddenly roared, "Listen!"
Medusa's voice was still echoing.
"This world is a scam! It is a cage! "
"The gods in the sky are lying to us!!"
"This barren land cannot give birth to gods. Weak creatures like us have broken divine bridges. It is impossible for us to take that step!"
"Gods in the sky!! If you are kind, if you are merciful, why don't you guide me? I want to go to your world. I want to go to the land of the gods! I want to become a god there! "
… …
The voice actually cried out.
Everyone vaguely saw an extremely sad scene. A Death Shaman Emperor seemed to be roaring at the sky, pointing at the sky and cursing in a heart-wrenching and lung-splitting manner.
In the Babylon Royal Palace, everyone instantly felt a chill down their spine. It was as if they had opened the door to the horrifying truth.
"Medusa, how could she …"
It was the first time that Ermin, Circe, and the others heard the proud Medusa cry out in such pain. She was disheartened, desperate, and helpless like a child.
Even when she was defeated by the Alchemy Emperor and faced with death, she did not feel so hopeless. She was unimaginably tenacious. She had been defeated once, but she could still endure the humiliation for 400 years. But now … she had fallen here.
"We all guessed wrong! She might have been able to save herself and revive herself from death, but she seemed to have seen something. She collapsed and chose to accept her own death. She was unwilling to wake up! "
Everyone looked at each other, their minds bursting with this inconceivable thought.
Medusa was a Shaman who pursued the ultimate truth. She was more advanced than any Great Emperor since ancient times. Even before her death, she had broken through to the unprecedented demigod level and was about to ignite the divine fire …
But what did she discover at the moment she became a god?
Why did she not break through to become a god?
Circe revealed a look of horror.
Listening to her disciple's wail before her death, her heart was more shocked than anyone else.
Because the entire Shaman Era was started by her, and she had personally derived it.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a pure fantasy in her heart that was being shattered. She could not help but whisper, "Great gods in heaven! All this time, we mortals on earth, these Shamans, what have we been pursuing? "
"Mercury, the God of Wisdom, please tell me! We have cultivated for countless years and explored countless truths. Now that we are nearing the end, the moment to become a god, is it to collapse and then die? "
She suddenly laughed loudly and completely lost her composure.
Her mind was in a trance as she remembered the ancient Babylonian tribe 800 years ago. She still could not forget that sunny day.
In the pool of Aimia, the green grass was lush.
The three sisters' eyes were pure and filled with a fiery longing. They listened to the God of Wisdom, Hermes, in heaven, explaining to the mortals of the tribe on earth the "three types of knowledge of the truth." Witchcraft, meditation, and alchemy.
That soft and gentle voice still lingered in their minds.
"Meditation is the way to cultivate the spirit! It allows you to have the foundation to become a god! It is the way to us great beings! To be able to wield the power of the world like me … "
As strong as Circe was, she was as lonely as a child with no one to rely on. She was full of confusion. "Medusa, she has already collapsed, and we are also lost … Oh god! Your people can't find the way to your great life, and can't see the door to the truth … "
What is truth?
Is this a scam??
Maybe …
Maybe, I should have been like the other two witches. I should not have betrayed them and wanted to live a second life.
I should have died in satisfaction under Mercury, the God of Wisdom's three Divine Miracles, "Flower Monument", "God's Elegy", and "Heavenly Blood Rain". Wouldn't it be best if I died under beautiful lies just like the two of them?
"Second life? To become a god? "
Hehehe …
Circe could not help but let out a low chuckle.
The death of Medusa, the imminent resurrection of the evil god Cthulhu, and the despairing "truth" revealed before his death … These things happened one after another, causing Circe's face to look as if she had aged countless years in an instant.
"What the hell did Medusa see!"
Ermin stumbled backward and fell on the throne with a thud. It was as if she wanted to see through the dark yellow sky and the land of the gods in the eye of the storm in the sky. "The divine bridge has been broken! Mortals cannot become gods? God is lying to us? … What did Medusa discover? Could it be the truth of the gods in the Sorcerer World? "
"I don't believe it!!"
She looked at the people around her who had collapsed, and a thought arose in her mind.
"I am more willing to believe that the gods in the sky will not lie to us. Our random guesses about Medusa's words are nothing more than self-denial! I believe that our path is not wrong. I want to find the truth that Medusa saw … "She made up her mind. In a trance, she remembered what her teacher had taught her:
Sorcerers are a group of people who explore the truth. Understanding the truth and exploring the truth is everything a sorcerer should do.
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