At the end of the Middle Ages, the supernatural forces on the planet ushered in the last recovery in history. Although the demon hunters and the church were getting stronger, the otherworldlings and wizards had a hard time surviving. But the gradual divergence between the church and the demon hunters gave some small families and Esoteric sects a breathing space. According to Vivian's memory, the tenth century to the fifteenth century was the period when the forces of the dark side of the world were re-divided. During that time, the aftermath of the Mythological Era had completely subsided, and the more powerful otherworldlings (including the Ancients) were dead or dormant. After the rule of the otherworldlings declined, the church and the demon hunters started a series of debates on the new order of the world. The church represented the power of human beings. Although the demon hunters were theoretically inclined to be 'human', they were still a different race from human beings. So it was natural for the two sides to have differences.
The history of this divergence was not important. Hao Ren just felt it when he saw the lost town. The entire town had been wiped out by black magic. It must have caused a lot of trouble. Baptiste, the wizard that Hao Ren was looking for, had obviously taken advantage of the conflict between the demon hunters and the church. Not only did he banish the town with magic, but he also studied witchcraft under the noses of ordinary people. The abandoned house was full of traces of his magic experiments.
A variety of magic books were scattered at the end of the long table. These magic books, without exception, had a creepy texture and an unsettling atmosphere. Most of them were made of black goatskin or special grease-soaked paper, written with ink made of blood. The content was obscure and often had abstract and weird illustrations. If it were not for Vivian's help, Hao Ren would hardly know what these scribbles were.
The magic book that he saw was a handwritten work, mainly about various spatial phenomena and secret summoning rituals. The author was obviously not Baptiste. The pages of this heavy book exuded a nauseating stench. The black and red cover depicted a twisted door and an eye peering out from the door. There was a D.R. inscription on the title page, probably left behind by the author of this book. Baptiste must have read this book often. He had left a lot of annotations and entries on the pages. His handwriting was unexpectedly neat and beautiful. Based on these annotations, Hao Ren could tell what the wizard was most concerned about: the way to open the gate to Inferno and the secret art of using soul power to maintain the stability of the space channel.
He found the most frequently read part of the book. The pages were badly worn and blackened. In this seven-page chapter, the author of the magic book discussed in detail the historical records of the Gates of Hell and his conjecture on how to open the Gates of Hell. Baptiste had left more annotations on the side of the page than the text. Hao Ren read them one by one curiously.
"… The records of the gate to Inferno in ancient times are not reliable enough. The rulers of the world at that time were the old gods. They did not allow others to inherit too much knowledge. It is best to ignore this part …
"Master Auben Moore's description of the Seven Obsidian Ritual is not consistent with this. The oil that makes the obsidian produce magic may be more crucial than the obsidian itself. According to my own experiments, Master Auben Moore's view should be more credible. The experiment related information is naturally …
"A unique opinion. The nature of the gate to Inferno is different from other gates to different spaces. The process of opening Inferno is naturally the same. Strictly speaking, our goal is not to 'open a gate' but to attract Inferno. When the two spaces collide, there will naturally be a crack. So the basis of the experiment is not the structure of the portal, but the summoning ritual …
After connecting the two spaces, the most important work is to ensure the stability of the channel and identify the signs of collapse. I have to at least save time to go to the second level of Inferno. I also have to think about how to rebuild the route back to the main material world from the other side of the gate if the gate collapses in advance. Master Vladkov's calculation formula is not accurate enough, so the grass on his grave is already half a meter high. I should go through the data again … "
Hao Ren flipped through the difficult records and muttered, "Why does this feel like scientific research? Is he a wizard or a spatial scientist? "
Vivian was holding a black glass bottle and looking at it. She heard Hao Ren's question and replied casually, "Wizards are knowledgeable guys. Aside from their worldview, they are all real polymaths in the eyes of ordinary people."
Hao Ren put the book back. "Baptiste seems to have been working on opening the gate to Inferno for a long time. All the information he left here is related to spatial magic. But he did not mention why he wanted to summon the King of Blood or what is going on in Domir. What are you researching? Is there something good in this bottle? "
"It's sulfur spring water, a special product of Inferno, although there is only half a bottle left." Vivian threw the small bottle to Hao Ren. "Coupled with the Inferno Ripper specimen that Hessiana found, Baptiste must have successfully opened the gate to Inferno once. But this time, he failed. Probably because he only managed to bring out some materials from the first level of Inferno, which obviously did not meet his initial expectations."
At this time, Nangong Sanba came over with a thick book in his hand. He took over from Vivian and said, "You are right. He did open the gate once, and he was not satisfied with the result. He summoned the King of Blood to use the power of the ancient ones to help stabilize the gate. "
Hao Ren pointed to the thick book in Nangong Sanba's hand. "What is that? A diary? "
"No, it's a record of a magic experiment. It mentions the successful opening of the gate to Inferno. The first time he opened the gate to Inferno, it only lasted for less than an hour, and he almost died in there. In addition to the experiment record, there are also a lot of curses and complaints. According to the record, the reason why the gate to Inferno closed early was that there was not enough energy, the surrounding environment was not stable enough, and the constant rejection of Inferno by the real world caused the gate to collapse. He mentioned that he needed to accumulate more magic to open the gate, and between the lines, he wanted to ask for help from the ancient otherworldlings. I think this is why he summoned the King of Blood. "
"He wants to use the power of the evil spirit Vivian to open the passage to Inferno?" Hao Ren blinked. "But the key question is how he knew about this ritual and where did the red-haired evil spirit come from."
"It doesn't say." Nangong Sanba shrugged. "This place is too messy. I guess we will have to go through it for a while."
Hao Ren nodded and asked Vivian curiously, "What's in the second level of Inferno? Baptiste wants to go there so much. "
"Actually, no one knows." Vivian shook her head. "It's already difficult to move around in the first level of Inferno, let alone go deeper. Also, the connection between Inferno and Earth is too unstable. It's not enough time for people to go back and forth to the second level. So, no one knows what's in the deeper level. "
Hao Ren rubbed his nose. "An unknown place? I really don't know what's so attractive about this place. By the way, why do I smell something strange?"
"It smells like something is burning," Lily sniffled and looked up from the pile of junk beside her. "I smell it too!"
At this time, the others also raised their heads from their busy work. The strange smell in the air was so strong that everyone could sense it. It was not just the smell of something burning, but also a fishy smell and a slightly sour smell. Hao Ren looked up to find the source of the smell, but he suddenly found that the fog outside had invaded the house. A layer of pale mist was drifting in through the gaps of the windows and doors. The mist seemed to be alive, wriggling and filling the entire room. It was as weird as it could get.
"It smells like some kind of magic oil." Nangong Sanba muttered as he subconsciously put his hand into his pocket. "I feel something is wrong."
Hessiana's first reaction was to look up at Heimerwin, who brought them to this place. The man was sitting stiffly on the chair like a stone. She stepped forward and tapped Heimerwin's shoulder with the handle of the long whip. "Hey, this is —"
Before her voice trailed off, Heimerwin collapsed into a pile of black ash.
At the same time, a shrill sound came from outside the house.
Hao Ren immediately shouted, "Something's wrong. Get out!"
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