Angor lowered his eyebrows.
Dark Castle wasn't doing anything honorable.
The magic array he came up with wasn't that cruel. Otherwise, the Krakoks wouldn't have been able to survive for thousands of years. But sometimes, cruelty wasn't the real abyss.
It was a sleepless night, but only the altar at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit. Hippocrotee, on the other hand, was in complete silence. There was no one on the quiet streets except for the lonely street lamps.
Angor looked at the peaceful city. No one knew what kind of darkness was hiding under the peaceful and delicate exterior.
Staring at it felt like staring into an abyss.
Angor suddenly noticed that not everyone in Hippocrotee had left. An old woman with gray hair was walking out of a residential building. She was walking slowly with a bunch of flowers in her hand.
He looked around and saw no one on the streets of West Pollock. The old woman was the only one who stood there alone.
She slowly walked to a statue at the end of the street.
It was one of the 372 statues with rune nodes on them.
A street lamp that attracted tiny moths stood beside the statue.
With the help of the street lamp, he saw the old lady's face clearly. The corners of her eyes were a little droopy due to her age, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes told him that she liked to smile. Her face was full of wrinkles, but her temperament was gentle and peaceful.
Angor also noticed that the old woman didn't look well. Her face was pale, and her eyes were cloudy.
She placed the flowers in front of the statue with a peaceful smile on her face.
She was mumbling something with a bitter smile on her face. She seemed to be trying to say something.
Angor knew a little lip reading, but that was only when someone spoke with a big mouth. Now, the old woman's mouth was not that big, and she was using air from time to time, so Angor could not understand what she was saying.
Still, Angor had an idea.
Perhaps she was reminiscing about her life. She sighed from time to time, smiled from time to time, and lowered her head in silence. She looked like a dying person who was reminiscing about her past and drawing the end of her life.
As she spoke, she bowed to the statue, looking extremely respectful.
Because of this, Angor looked at the statue again. He didn't pay much attention to the statue before. He was only focusing on the rune nodes around it. Now that he looked closer, he noticed something strange about the statue.
The statues in Hippocrotee were all different, but they all had one thing in common — they were all depicting a woman.
There might be different artistic expressions, but Angor believed that they all depicted the same woman.
The statue in front of the old woman was a woman in a gauze robe with her eyes closed and her hands crossed in front of her chest. The level of the carving was very high. One could clearly see the respect the carver wanted to express, as well as the sense of alienation from the woman in the gauze robe.
"Diablo, do you know who the statues in Hippocrotee look like?" Angor used Spirit Bond to contact Shadow, which was a rare occasion.
"Phew …" Shadow's voice. "I really want to go to the temple on top of the mountain and check it out. You're asking me about the statue? "
"Yes... the same person?"
Shadow: "Eh eh eh eh, you only realized it now? That's right. They're all the same person. If I'm not mistaken, it's the witch from Dark Castle who led the Krakoks here a thousand years ago. That's her teacher, Isabelle, the Lord of Twilight. By the way, that old witch is trying to copy her teacher. She even changed her name to look like Isabelle's. She can't walk out of her teacher's shadow. No wonder she can't become a truth-finder. "
"Isabelle, the Lord of Twilight …" Angor looked at the statue again and didn't see any sign of Twilight at all. She didn't look like a holy goddess at all.
The old woman in front of the statue seemed to have finished her words while Shadow and Angor were talking. She knelt down in front of the statue and remained silent for a long time.
After a long time, Angor saw that the old woman didn't move at all, so he walked down the mountain. Using his spirit feelers, he noticed that the old woman's body was already cold.
It was just as he thought.
Perhaps the old woman knew that she didn't have long to live, so she didn't attend the ceremony. Instead, she talked to the statue until the last moment and left with a sincere heart.
Angor sensed that the old woman's weak soul was still inside her body, as if she was saying goodbye to her body.
However, before her soul left her body, the statue in front of her suddenly released a ray of light that mortals couldn't see. Before she could react, her soul was dragged into an unknown place.
Angor witnessed it. He didn't want to change it. He couldn't.
He only felt that it was ironic.
The old woman didn't forget the statue that she had been worshipping for her entire life. She even talked about her last moments in front of the statue before she died. But she didn't know that the statue was the one that pushed her into the abyss.
It was ironic, but it was the truth.
Isabelle had given the Krakoks a chance to reproduce, so that they would never be cut off. However, the protection came with a price, and it was a very expensive one. You had to pay with your soul.
The body could die, but as long as the soul remained, there would always be a chance of survival.
If the soul died, it would be a real death.
Angor turned around and left.
At the corner of the street, a cold corpse was kneeling in front of the statue of Isabelle. Isabelle closed her eyes and clenched her fists as if she was praying for something. A gust of wind blew the flowers in front of the statue away. The petals danced in the air and landed on the old woman's stiff body. At this moment, the white hair and the soft white petals seemed to fuse into one.
You told me your story, and I bid you farewell.
…
Angor traveled across the desolate area of Hippocrotee. When he stepped into the sacred mountain, he was greeted by a lively atmosphere accompanied by lights and hymns.
It was as if he had passed through two different worlds, from a deserted place to a bustling one.
Looking at the Divine Temple at the top of the Sacred Mountain, the rhythm was wantonly spreading outwards, making its presence felt.
"Why are you here?" Shadow suddenly spoke. "Are you going to give up?"
Shadow never thought that Angor would be able to figure out the magic array's effect in less than ten hours.
"Yes, I got it. It's an unsurprising result."
"It's fine if you can't. What? You said you've calculated it?! You're not lying to me?! " Shadow almost shouted out loud. If Angor could see his face, he would see that Shadow's eyes were wide open, and his hat had already fallen to the ground.
"I figured out a few important runes, and I already knew what would happen. So, it's just as I expected. "
An Ying still couldn't believe it. He repeatedly confirmed it several times. He repeated it several times until Angor gave him an impatient answer. "Fine. What's the effect of the magic array?"
"It can trap and absorb souls." Angor paused for a moment. "Based on the runes, I can assume that the magic array doesn't only affect Hippocrotee. It's targeting all Krakoks. Even if they're not in this world, they'll be lured here by the Mark of Krakoks. "
"You mean …" Shadow frowned.
"Krakoks are the exclusive property of Dark Castle," Angor said. The Krakoks seemed to be living a peaceful and happy life, but that was only a facade created by Dark Castle while they were still alive. Once they died, the facade would be torn apart, revealing the fangs of Dark Castle, which would tear their weak souls into pieces.
"The result wasn't surprising, but the method was." Shadow shook his head and chuckled. "Maybe Isabelle really did pity the Krakoks. If she didn't save them, it's possible that they would have been wiped out. In her eyes, I saved your life, so you should pay me back. It's just that the way you did it was a bit excessive. "
"Excessive or not, we can't comment on that. Mortals rarely think about what happens after they die, because they're already dead. Maybe the Krakoks won't care about the magic array even if they know about it. "
"You're right. Mortals can only see what's in front of them. " Shadow paused for a moment. "But now that you've mentioned it, I have an idea. Do you know where those imprisoned souls went?"
"It should be over there." Angor pointed at the temple on the mountain.
"Yes. I'm sure the origin of law is inside the temple. When I came here, I noticed that the rhythm of the law around the mountain is very stable. It's not possible that the law was consumed. But if the laws haven't been consumed, then why can't it spread to other places other than this floating island? "
"I couldn't figure it out at first, but now I have an idea. If I'm not mistaken, the Sorcerer's Garden relies on the souls it absorbed to power the origin of law. But there's a flaw in my theory. The souls of mortals are fragmented, and they're not enough to power the law. "
"So … there must be a way to purify souls?" Both Shadow and Angor had the same idea.
If there really was a way to purify souls, Angor's trip would be worth it.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
