What could others do for a mother who was on the verge of losing her mind after losing her only son? The best thing to do was to stay far away from her and let her emotions calm down before intervening to persuade her. Or, they could try to save her after her emotions broke down even more. In short, it was not the best choice to intervene immediately.
So, what could others do for a mother who was on the verge of losing her mind after losing her only son? If she wanted to go crazy, then let her go crazy with her. What else could they do? If they didn't want her anger to burn them.
Holta O'Brien was a clever man and knew how to protect himself. Under such circumstances, he simply led his men to the ritual room where prophecies were held. Of course, that place could also be used to cast magic to track down what had happened.
To track down the past, it was very important to have a primer or a clue. The more accurate the description of people, time, and place, the easier it was to find the specific time segment.
Take this incident as an example. If Grandma You Jia wanted to know who killed her son, it would be much easier for her to track down the clues. A drop of blood of a blood relative, something seen the moment before his death. With such clues and requirements, she could find the part she wanted to see in the long river of memories and recreate it.
Most importantly, this ritual could see more than just an "image." The participants of the ritual could even interfere with the past to a certain extent from the perspective of a third party. This was also the biggest reason why Grandma You Jia's curse could work on specific people who appeared in the ritual.
Of course, there would be a corresponding cost to the extent of interference. It was not impossible to save people or retrieve items from the past that had disappeared, but the cost would be unimaginable for the caster. If the ritual failed, all the sacrifices used to hold the ritual would be gone. It was not impossible for the caster to die due to the backlash of the magic.
This ritual created by Time Mage Saint Wells didn't have a specific name. Because this magic ritual could do many things that couldn't be explained by common sense and was powerful enough to defy the heavens and change one's fate, most of the knowledge related to this ritual was actually about how to prepare 'sacrifices' or 'substitutes.'
As long as there were enough sacrifices or substitutes to pay the price of the ritual, the ritual could be said to be a super magic without any side effects or aftereffects.
However, whether or not there were enough sacrifices, and whether or not the substitute was strong enough to withstand the disaster, these were not things that the person holding the ceremony could decide. As long as the price was insufficient, it would begin to absorb the life force of all those who participated in the ritual until there was nothing left. When there was nothing left to fill the long river of time as the price, the ritual would fail.
It was precisely because of this terrifying characteristic that many mages who held this ritual were eventually devoured by their own greed and lost their precious lives.
It was precisely because Holta O'Brien was well aware of the taboos of this ritual, and had carefully performed each one that he had been able to live comfortably to this day.
It was not the first time he had done Granny You Jia's request. Therefore, after entering the ritual room, he instructed his students to place enough offerings while he himself prepared for the ritual. Of course, there was one thing that he had to retrieve personally.
Holding a small silver plate, Holta walked to his mother who was still angry and said, "Granny You Jia, I need a drop of blood from my kin."
The old woman said with a hoarse and heavy voice, "I know about this ritual. So when the ritual starts, I will drip the blood in the right place myself. You don't have to worry about anything else. "
This was the caution of someone who was good at cursing when it came to their own blood. Holta O'Brien shrugged noncommittally and withdrew his hand that was holding the silver plate. Just like what the old woman said, she was also very familiar with this ritual. If the blood was not in place and caused the ritual to fail, the responsibility would not be on him.
As everyone waited, Holta O'Brien changed into the robe used for the ritual. The beautiful name was for a sense of solemnity and to make the casting go smoothly. After all, the magic of the land of mystery belonged to idealism. Whether one was in a good mood or not would affect the casting of the spell.
But what the others did not know was that there was a secret hidden in this. This robe was woven with human hair, and those who contributed their hair were ordinary people and magicians. Their souls were imprisoned in the robe as the last life-saving substitute if the ritual went wrong.
Although this was the idea, after the bloody request was completed, this magician who was not as gentle as he appeared to be did not have the chance to test whether the robe could work properly. After all, it was best if that kind of thing never happened.
After confirming that everything needed for the ritual was in place and that there was enough blood, Holta O'Brien dismissed the other irrelevant people and let them leave the ritual room. At the same time, Granny You Jia also dripped her blood in the right place.
Incense was lit and the chanting of spells was whispered. The ritual room was shrouded in a strange atmosphere. The fog thickened, and the room was no longer like before. Instead, it was replaced by many flashing scenes, and those scenes were getting clearer and clearer.
Finally, the scene came to a sky. Looking up, all one could see were misty white clouds that kept flying up. Or rather, the target of observation kept falling.
Seeing that the scene was fixed and did not change much, the old woman, who was a great magician, was now just an anxious mother, looking around. Soon, she saw her child. That familiar figure and appearance. If there was anything different, it was that he was missing an arm. But it was obvious that he should still be alive.
Looking at the vivid image, she could not help but shout, "Mai Dao, is that you? My precious child. "
"Mother, Mother, is that your voice? Save me, I don't know where I am. Come and save me. "
"Child, don't be afraid, I will find you, I will definitely find you."
Looking at the scene of the mother and son in front of him, Holta wanted to pour a bucket of cold water on them. Using the "last scene before death" as a condition to find the past memory, the person was still alive only "at that time." The next scene would be a cruel scene of death, which would drive people crazy.
Also, talking to the past without permission was a waste of opportunities. These opportunities were all exchanged with sacrifices. Fortunately, he always made more preparations. Anyway, this was a big customer, so he could always reimburse him. However, as for the speed of consumption, Holta, who had performed many rituals, still felt that something was wrong.
The fall from the sky was not endless. There was a lush green grassland below. There were no other plants, only a small hill that rose up, forming a terrain that looked like a throne. There was also a person leaning on it, feet on a chair, hands on knees, and one hand on a book, looking leisurely. Messy brown hair fluttered in the wind, as if there was a flash of brilliance, and was blown away by the wind.
Although he did not see the person's appearance clearly, just looking at him from afar, Holta felt an indescribable sense of familiarity … and strangeness.
Next to him, Grandma You Jia was yelling, asking her good-for-nothing son to cast Flight or Featherfall. She was saying that this was a spell that should be cast when falling from a high altitude, and he still needed someone to remind him. Holta really felt that if that guy died, it would be less troublesome for this world.
As Mai Dao fell, Holta realized where the strange feeling that had been lingering in his heart came from. The person on the ground was in a very comfortable posture. The person reading the book was too huge. Mai Dao, Grandma You Jia's good-for-nothing son, was not even the size of the person's finger.
There were giants in the mysterious land, but the difference in size shouldn't be so huge. Unless the person was an ancient giant. In the limited literature, the description of the ancient giant's body was as exaggerated as possible.
Before he could figure out the origin of the giant, the person closed the book, and with a snap, Grandma You Jia let out a heart-wrenching cry. Holta was also dumbfounded as he watched. Before today, he could not imagine how a living human being would be slapped to death by a closed book like a bug. But it had just happened.
Suddenly, a possibility flashed in his mind. But before Holta Oubri could grasp the inspiration and figure out some vague things, Grandma You Jia had already made her move.
She sprinkled the secretly mixed corpse powder into the sky and chanted a spell that did not belong to this world in the language of the dead. The souls that were used as materials were released at the same time. In order to gain freedom and to transfer their pain, they used all kinds of vicious languages to curse the target marked by the Magician.
Generally speaking, the target of a curse cast through a ritual would not notice it. But when Grandma You Jia made her move, the person who was cursed in this memory seemed to notice something and shifted his gaze. He even made eye contact with Holta, the person who was performing the ritual. This had never happened before!
When the warning flashed in his mind, Holta wanted to stop the ritual, but it was too late. The giant grabbed at the void and then made a throwing motion. Grandma You Jia floated in the air as if she was hit by an unknown force and landed heavily.
She fell on the ground, her chest caved in and her expression ferocious. She glared at the Magician who was performing the ritual, and it was enough to make one's scalp tingle. He couldn't be any more dead than this.
He violently swept away all the places where the sacrificial instruments were placed, and even destroyed the magic circle that had been set up without hesitation. It was not only because the death of the old woman had shocked Holta Obler, but also because he remembered who that person was.
That person was not a giant, but the Lord of Perception — Monet. He was a god in charge of "Perception," one of the eight authorities. And what he saw in the image was actually the kingdom of the Lord of Perception. The huge difference in size was because humans were so small in front of gods.
However, it was too late for all of this.
The moment before the ritual was completely interrupted, Holta Oubri's eyes exploded. Although he saved his life, he also found that his "Perception," one of the eight authorities, had been completely cut off. This meant that his progress in magic would forever stop at this moment in front of him. Unless he could find a way to please that god, there would be a possibility of recovering his "Perception" authority.
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