For the emperor, he didn't care about the process, he only looked at the results. But for the other group of witches who wanted to show off, their teacher's actions were no different from undermining them. Unfortunately, the young witches didn't even dare to complain.
In the Witch Tower, Sophia was not only the oldest and had the highest seniority, but she even faintly touched the edge of the legendary magic – Great Prophecy. No one dared to offend such an old woman. If something went wrong and she cursed them before they kicked her leg, they would have no chance in life.
Therefore, the young witches who actively tried to show off ignored their teacher's actions. In any case, after moving so many things out, they would at most move them back. Before the ceremony started, she flattered the emperor with a few words, and then recited the incantation of Prophecy in a solemn atmosphere.
Unlike most magic, Prophecy didn't have a customized incantation. All words were just to bring the initiator of the ceremony into a wonderful state and glimpse the truth of the world. And in the vast past, if you want to find a specific 'truth', you of course need clear guidance.
Duke Becker's handwriting with strong emotions could be regarded as a qualified introduction. At least in the unseen world, the light that represented the answer was so strong and conspicuous that people wouldn't look in the wrong direction.
Moving forward in the long river of history, the scenes that happened in the past flowed into the mind of the witches, and then were forgotten, leaving not a trace of memory. When her consciousness came into contact with the source of the truth, the witches in the real world spread out the paper scroll in front of her, ready to record everything she saw.
Suddenly, the corners of her mouth and ears felt wet. At the same time, as if she was crying, tears couldn't stop falling from her eyes.
When the first ear-piercing scream sounded, it was like the prelude to hell. All the witches who participated in the ceremony bled from their seven orifices. With their sharp nails, they tore apart their thin clothes and cut their skin, whether it was their arms, their bodies, or their once beautiful faces. Even if he was just standing beside them, he could still feel the pain.
The magic materials that had been piled up all over the place were now like flying ash. The tiny particles that formed the substance kept scattering into the air. They looked colorful and translucent, just like a dream. But the old emperor knew that this wasn't wonderful at all. This meant that the magic materials used to replace the most primitive sacrifice – humans – were being consumed at an unimaginable speed.
The more things disappeared, the sharper the shrill cries of the witches. However, there was no turning back for everything that had already started. The price of peeking into the future and the unknown was unimaginably heavy. And the truth that was gradually becoming clear turned into blood-red ink, leaving words on the scroll, stroke by stroke.
Soon, the magic materials used as offerings were all used up, but the prophecy spell showed no signs of stopping. The next to be chosen as the sacrificial offerings were the Little Witch standing in the middle of the Magical Formation. They stood at the periphery of the Prophecy Spell Formation, clasped their fists, knelt on the ground, and prayed. They prayed in their hearts that Wu Tao's power would ignore their existence, while they sped up the incantation. They hoped that the ritual would end quickly.
However, things never went as one wished.
When the first shriveled body collapsed, the entire Prophecy ritual went out of control.
His flesh, blood, and bones also turned into sparkling and translucent dust. They were sucked into the air above the center of the magic array and disappeared completely. Such a scene of purgatory shocked the old Emperor who was watching.
He had thought that he was old enough and had seen enough things, so he shouldn't be surprised. But today, he had never heard of or seen anything like this. He had heard stories of people sacrificing their lives for a mere prophecy spell since childhood. But no one had thought that one day it would happen in front of him.
The old emperor subconsciously wanted to get up and leave. Just as he was about to stand up, Sophia pushed him back to his seat. She said in a hoarse and trembling voice, "Wait until everyone outside is dead before you leave."
This instruction was so clear that even the emperor didn't have any temper. He obediently sat back in his seat and calmly watched the situation develop. During the process, the mighty power that engulfed everything in the ritual room repeatedly attacked the periphery of the safe zone, and even disintegrated the outermost Magical Formation.
It could be said that if Sophia hadn't used the highest standard to activate this Magical Formation, perhaps everyone inside would have died. It was the highest level defensive Magical Formation that could defend against the soul pressure of an Abyss Grand Monarch, or the Heavenly Punishment sent down by the Gods. Although it couldn't resist more than a few times, being able to withstand one or two blows from an existence of that level was already a rare thing in the mortal world.
Just as this grotesque and dazzling show gradually subsided, the ritual room was filled with remnants of tattered clothes, and no one wearing clothes could be seen. Any ornament or cloth with a trace of power of authority had been turned into dust in the previous ritual and became part of the results of the Prophecy spell. The rest of the materials were all ordinary mortal materials. Some of the Magical Formations had turned dull and pitted, as if they had completely lost the power contained within.
Signaling the emperor who didn't have a deep understanding of magic to sit down, Sophia walked shakily out of the Magical Formation and towards the scroll with the answers recorded on it. But this old witch had only taken a few steps when she suddenly took out a dagger from her bosom. With a horizontal cut, she cut open her own eyes, and blood immediately gushed out.
The few old witches who were still alive didn't take her action seriously, but the old emperor wasn't so calm. How dangerous must it be for her to treat it so seriously? She didn't even dare to take a look at it.
Although Sophia's eyes were temporarily blind, her heart wasn't. She carefully moved forward while fumbling, and finally arrived at the long scroll of paper with the records. Slowly and cautiously, she folded the long scroll into a scroll. Then, as if relieved of a heavy burden, Sophia exhaled. She said to the people behind her, "Someone come and give me a hand."
At this moment, a few old witches who were younger than her quickly walked out of the Magical Formation and supported the old witch who had cut off her own eyes. There were also a few other people who were skillfully taking out medicines to treat the old witch's eyes.
This was a small trick for them. They cut open the outermost layer of the eyeballs and temporarily blinded themselves, so as to avoid seeing something they shouldn't see. As long as they were treated and recuperated, their eyesight could be restored. Of course, by doing this, their eyesight wouldn't be completely restored. It could be said that they were forced to do this.
Of course, the old emperor knew all about the witches' tricks and understood the seriousness behind it. Looking at the scroll handed to him, he had mixed feelings. It turned out that the rumors about the two sorcerers and the prophecy were all true. Not only were they true, but the truth might be even more frightening.
Although he hadn't read the records in the scroll, the old emperor had already added a note that "strangers should not approach" to the two sorcerers. Even if he would be insulted as a coward again, he planned to keep this matter under wraps until the end. He absolutely wouldn't do anything. In any case, with his age, he reckoned that he only had a few more years left to be insulted.
But … what exactly was recorded in the scroll? Although the old emperor's calmness brought about by his age prevented him from courting death, he couldn't help but be curious.
As if she understood the character of the person in front of her, Sophia, supported by the other witches, said, "I've said it before. If you want to die, get lost. Don't die in the tower. Whoever wants this damned thing, let him open it himself. Don't let anyone else touch it. "
Although the old emperor had spoken freely before, when it came to matters related to his life, he didn't hesitate and handed the scroll to the knight beside him. If he said he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't touch it. At the same time, he asked, "Is there anything else I should pay attention to? Granny Sophia. "
"What if I say the list isn't over yet?"
"It's not over yet! How is that possible! "The old emperor was startled.
"Whether it's possible or not isn't up to you, the emperor. If I'd known earlier that they would all die, I wouldn't have had people take out the sacrificial offerings from the stockpile. I originally had the extravagant hope of saving one or two, but look what happened. Those who wanted to die couldn't be saved, those who pretended to be asleep couldn't be woken up. Everything was useless, all useless! Damn it! "
Because Sophia was injured and agitated, she flung the back of the old Emperor's head in advance and left the ceremonial room full of scars. What could the old emperor, who had been inexplicably scolded, say? He rubbed his nose and swallowed it. It wasn't the first time that old woman had scolded someone's face. With a sigh, the old emperor left with his trusted knights, ignoring the maids who were still cleaning up the mess.
Although the loss of the Witch Tower was heavy, it was nothing to the emperor of an empire. Granny Sophia could naturally take care of the follow-up recruitment and the training of the new generation of witches. No matter how special the bloodline was, how could there not be half of it in such a huge empire?
Besides, the old emperor had left the Witch Tower to dry for decades, but he hadn't seen all the people inside die. On the contrary, he had killed and burned, burned and killed, yet the inheritance still hadn't been cut off.
But was this scroll really going to be handed over to Duke Becker? Should he? The old emperor wasn't so sure about this.
If something happened to the duke after he read it, he would only leave behind a reputation of using dirty means to deal with his political enemies. This would be detrimental to his long-term efforts. No matter how fiercely some people spouted, no matter how smelly they were, he would endure it in order to establish a rule that he wouldn't easily kill.
Otherwise, would it be difficult for him, the emperor, to kill a thousand miles of barren land? It was because it was too simple that he had to be cautious. Some things could be done, but shouldn't be done. It was because of such restraint that things might not be perfect, but at least he could avoid the worst situation. Risking the fate of the empire was the stupidest thing a ruler should do.
But not handing over the scroll didn't seem right either. Although it only involved that old man's illegitimate son, it was still his bloodline. Besides, he had to be responsible for the loss of the Witch Tower. In this way, he had no choice but to hand over the scroll. Then, for the sake of that old man's life, he could only state the stakes in a public setting, and then have an unimportant person open the scroll and read its contents.
He could only hope that old man didn't court death himself.
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