In the next hour, the outside world changed drastically.
According to Laplace, Arcane Book Dragon had sent his subordinate, the Mirror Dragon, to take over the ritual.
And the one who took over Ning's clone was Lady Marian.
Marian and Granny Dragon Crow were of the same race, and they were close relatives. Marian was the best candidate to negotiate with Granny Dragon Crow.
Besides, as the leader of the Dragon Crows, Marian's bloodline level was extremely high. She would never be affected by the law of blood calamity.
Therefore, it was the best choice for Eia to give her the task of taking over the ritual.
After arriving at the ritual, Marian easily suppressed the blood calamity. After learning about the situation, she began to clear the area around the ritual, as well as the entire stall area.
With the cooperation of the Crystal Eye Race guards, a defensive zone was quickly established around the area where the stalls were set up.
The defensive zone would prevent outsiders from entering and having their blood absorbed by the blood calamity.
Now that Marian had entered a state of mind, Laplace's energy avatars naturally retreated and returned to the Silver Forest Space.
However, the other clones had all returned, but Laplace had left Ningtai's clone near the Blood Calamity Ritual.
Ning's clone was left behind to keep up with the latest information.
After all, the Blood Calamity Ritual had become the second focus of attention in Crystal City other than the main gathering.
After learning about the Wretched Puppet, all races knew that the message delivered by the ritual was invaluable. It was also the only way for them to obtain information about the puppet.
Because of this, Laplace understood that even if it wasn't for herself, she had to control this only channel for the sake of the entire White Sun Mirror Region.
Therefore, leaving Ning's clone behind was a must.
…
By the time Laplace's energy avatars had returned to the silver forest space, the Blood Calamity ritual had come to an end.
Now, they just had to wait for the news from the Gloom Mirror Zone.
Angor's clone looked up at Angor. "Since your instinct is correct, I'll accept my loss. I'll give you my blessing now. But please wait a moment. I need to set up the ritual. "
After a pause, the God's Blood Clone continued, "Before setting up the ritual, I need to find a quiet place and prepare the blood ink for the ritual."
With that, the clone stood up, nodded at Angor, and walked into the forest.
Angor watched as the avatar slowly disappeared from his sight. "That blessing … sounds complicated."
"It's not 'seems'. It's always complicated." A cold voice interrupted his words.
The voice came from his right.
Laplace was on his left, and there was no one on his right. But now …
Angor looked around and saw a translucent figure sitting on the other side of him.
This person was the doppelganger that had appeared before.
He also noticed that almost all of Laplace's energy avatars were nearby.
Two graceful figures, one black and one green, walked out of the Black Forest. A misty silhouette floated down from the clouds in the sky. A clone with petals all over its body walked out of the sea of flowers. Even a few clones wrapped in bubbles walked out of the peaceful lake.
The dozen or so clones all gathered around the tea table and sat down one by one.
Some of them drank tea, some whispered to each other, and some talked to Zeus in the sky. They all seemed to be busy with their own things, but Angor noticed that they would glance at him from time to time.
No one was talking to him directly, but Angor still felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
It wasn't that he was afraid of society. It was just … awkward.
He was the only man at the table, and he felt like he didn't fit in at all.
Even though he also knew that these so-called "young girls" actually had no difference between men and women at the core …
"How long will it take?" Angor couldn't help but ask.
The doppelganger asked, "Are you asking me?"
Angor nodded. It was the doppelganger who answered his question.
The doppelganger thought for a moment and said, "If it's just 'blessing', it won't take too long. It might only take one or two sentences."
However, the blood ink needed for the blessing will take some time to prepare.
"The specific time will depend on what kind of ink she wants to use. The more complicated the ink, the longer it will take. Probably a few hours to a few days. "
"???" Angor didn't know how long it would take.
Several hours? He could still sit down and do it.
But several days was too long. He felt like he couldn't sit still.
The doppelganger nodded. "Blessings from divine blood aren't ordinary. If she doesn't prepare in advance, she'll suffer a great backlash. "
Blessings from divine blood clones could cause backlash?
Or even worse, if she didn't prepare in advance?
In other words, even if she prepared in advance, there would still be backlash?
With that in mind, he quickly asked the question he had in mind.
The doppelganger nodded. "Sort of."
Angor frowned. "If it's going to backfire on her, then forget about it."
Angor looked at Laplace and asked him to send a message to the doppelganger. But he had forgotten that Laplace was the one who made him agree to the bet.
"Don't worry. The backlash won't do anything to her. Also, if Luigi knows about it, he'll probably cry and thank you for it. "
Angor didn't know what to say. What's with Luigi again?
Since Laplace didn't answer, Angor had to look at the doppelganger. The doppelganger didn't bother to explain. "You'll know when you receive the blessing."
"Don't worry. It's just a simple restriction. It won't do her any harm."
The doppelganger didn't explain what exactly it was.
Angor tried to ask the other doppelganger, but they all seemed to have the same answer. Only the Wind Elemental Doppelganger, whose body was surrounded by wind, said to him meaningfully, "You will know after you receive the blessing."
Angor had no choice but to give up.
About ten minutes later, Laplace spoke again, "The doppelganger sent me a message. She'll need about eight hours to make the blood ink, and the drawing ritual will take about ten minutes."
Eight hours? Angor muttered in his mind. Eight hours wasn't long in other places.
But here, he had only been here for a few minutes, and it felt like hours.
That was a long time.
It looked like a tea party, and in a way, it was. But as far as Angor could tell, nothing was going on at a tea party.
The witches would exchange information during the tea party. They would also exchange items that they liked, and even share their experiences in experiments. Of course, there were also gossips and competitions.
Now, this tea party had the right atmosphere, the right environment, and the right people, but the process was all missing.
No one spoke, no one talked, and no one made any deals.
Angor even thought that it would be good for them to gossip. That way, he would be able to endure for a while.
But there was no gossip at all. Angor only glanced at him from time to time.
Laplace noticed Angor's uneasiness and explained, "We're talking too. It's just that they're used to telepathy."
Telepathy was much faster than talking.
Besides, these were all energy doppelganger clones, not Laplace's real self. They didn't live in the outside world for a long time either. It would take a lot of effort for them to suddenly stop telepathy and talk to each other slowly.
Angor nodded. "What are you talking about?"
Laplace paused for a moment and glanced at his avatar. He then withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "In every aspect."
Angor didn't know what to say. You're lying, aren't you? You're talking about me?
Angor complained in his mind. "Since the doppelganger still needs some time to make the blood ink, should we go out and take a look? Let's see how Eia's meeting is going. "
"You mean the meeting of the leaders?" Laplace asked.
Angor nodded. When they first entered the word space, there were only Mirror Dragon, Peluxiu, and the Crystaleyes. But according to Laplace, Eia had already invited all the leaders to come to Cloud Cave.
She also told the leaders about the Woe Puppet to a limited extent.
According to the time, the meeting should be ending soon, right?
After all, the Mirror Realm had different levels of power, while the Hundred Dragon Divine Kingdom was the strongest. Actually, it was just Eia using Mirror Dragon's authority to inform the other races.
There were only a few people who could actually speak in the meeting.
Therefore, the meetings here were not like human meetings, where it would take a few days and nights just to show off. As long as Eia decided on a strategy, the meeting would not last too long.
As expected, Laplace said, "The meeting is over. But I don't think we should go out yet."
"Why?" Angor was surprised.
"The vortex outside is getting thicker."
The vortex is getting thicker? Did that mean that there was an argument or even a fight outside? Angor looked at Laplace in confusion.
Laplace nodded. "Yes."
Other people's vortexes were always the topic of gossip. Angor would not be interested in such gossip if he was in another place. But right now, he really wanted to know what kind of vortex it was.
Especially when it happened at the end of the Conference of the Various Races.
Angor narrowed his eyes. "Is it related to the distribution of logins?"
Angor believed that the most likely thing to cause a conflict between different races was the distribution of logins.
The distribution of logins would cause problems such as "unequal distribution". To put it more simply, it was a matter of size.
This was especially true for two races that were almost the same in all aspects. If one of them obtained more logins, the other would definitely be dissatisfied.
Also, if there was a difference in the number of logins given to two races that already hated each other, there would also be conflicts. Just like the Evermoors and many other races.
Therefore, Angor believed that the distribution of logins would be the center of the conflict.
However, Laplace shook his head. "There is indeed a certain amount of conflict among the various races regarding the distribution of the logins, but this conflict has been suppressed by Ea."
Besides, the logins are not being distributed now. Even if there is a conflict, it is not time for it to erupt. "
"If it's not about logins, then does it have to do with the deployment of troops?" Angor asked.
According to the original plan, before the Woe Puppets entered the White Sun Mirror Domain, each race would send out troops to set up multiple arrays in the void. This way, they would be able to know immediately if something happened to a sentry station.
Also, the arrays would be able to track the Woe Puppets to a certain extent.
But there was a problem. Logically speaking, the closer a sentry station was to a weak point in space, the more likely it would encounter the Woe Puppets.
Therefore, if possible, each race would want their people to stay away from the weak point.
When all the races had the same idea, a vortex would be created.
But … Laplace denied Angor's guess again. "The deployment of troops will be controlled by the mirror dragon. No matter how selfish the races are, they will not dare to resist.
So, it has nothing to do with the deployment of troops. "
Angor scratched his head. He already listed out the most likely things to cause a vortex. But if none of them were true, what could it be?
Laplace saw Angor's puzzled look and explained, "It's Gleipnir's vortex."
"Ah … what?" Angor was surprised.
He had thought about many vortexes, and he also thought about how different races would fight each other because of disagreements. But to his surprise, the center of the vortex was not someone else, but Gleipnir!
Gleipnir was not just Laplace's body. When she attended a meeting outside, she represented the "Dream Mirror".
And the "Dream Mirror" did not only represent Laplace, but also … Angor.
So, he was the one who got the attention? Did the stage come to him by itself?
Angor was puzzled. "Why does Gleipnir have a vortex? Does she have some kind of conflict with other races? "
"You should know about her vortex," Laplace said.
"I do?"
Laplace nodded and uttered a name. "Tower of Strength."
Angor was stunned for two seconds before he realized what Laplace meant.
Li Ta, it was actually Li Ta?!
"Gleipnir had some kind of conflict with the Crystaleye Race?"
"Yes." Laplace nodded.
"Did she … tell you?" Angor asked again.
(End of Chapter)
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