The Voidwalkers became serious, and soon, they showed their efficiency. The rescue plan for Noirciel was finalized after being sorted out, modified, and optimized. The Alchemist Walker also searched through Baiyi's private collection, and it only took him three days to come up with the first result, showing his excellent professionalism.
It was a light blue, square-shaped crystal, named the Mental Rubik's Cube. Although the name sounded like it was used to bet on ships, it was actually used as a container to hold souls.
The soul carried the consciousness, the consciousness controlled the power, and the power, in turn, maintained the stability of the soul. According to this principle, the main problem with Noirciel was that the body of this beautiful human girl was too weak, not much stronger than an ordinary person. It could not accommodate a very strong soul, nor could it accept too much power. The consciousness that she could accommodate was not enough to maintain Noirciel's personality.
If the strength of consciousness needed to maintain an ordinary person's personality was 1, then a strong person might need 5, and an angel … according to the Lich's estimation, at least 20 …
Therefore, the final rescue plan was for the Alchemist Walker to create a soul container that could be used to hold Noirciel's soul, and then get a large container similar to the Demonic Horn of the Inner Abyss to carry her power. Finally, the soul container, the power container, and the beautiful girl's body were merged together!
If all goes well with this plan, Noirciel's final body should be two containers, and the cute and lickable body outside should only be regarded as a shell. This architectural model is a bit similar to Baiyi's Descent Mode.
However, there was also a problem. Although the Alchemist Walker used the latest alchemy that combined the concepts of Earth's technology, used the precious and rare materials from Baiyi's private collection, and had the assistance of the Engineer Walker and the Cleric Walker, the final Mental Rubik's Cube would not be enough to accommodate Noirciel's entire soul.
As for how the missing part would affect her? Would she become stupid or slow-witted? Or would she become a vegetable like the Valkyrie? No one could say for sure. After all, this was the first time in history.
However, the soul expert, the Lich Walker, was optimistic. The final capacity of the Mental Rubik's Cube was also designed according to his opinion. "You should believe my calculations. The capacity of this container is just right. If we succeed, she will definitely retain her personality, be able to think independently, and act freely. To achieve these simple standards, we don't even need such a large capacity, even if she is an angel. It's just that our requirements and expectations for her are not that simple."
In fact, as the Archmage had said to Tisdale, the Voidwalkers did not want to save a complete former Archangel, nor did they want to save a cute, adorable girl. What they needed was an angel that could shine, fly, and cheer for them.
Therefore, Noirciel still needed to retain a considerable part of her power. It had to be to be a big enough, and a big enough power container.
However, when it came to finding a suitable power container, the Voidwalkers ran into some difficulties.
In the past three days, Tisdale had received a lot of news about the Horn of the Inner Abyss. More than ten people had claimed that they had it, and they were waiting to sell it. It was as if this rare material, which had only appeared a few times in the history books, had suddenly appeared all over the place.
The Archmage still wanted to give it a try, so he sent the bad-tempered Hitman Walker and the Sorcerer Walker to visit these people. The Charlatan Walker acted as their consultant, but other than taking out a dozen scammers, the Horn of the Inner Abyss was nowhere to be seen.
"This is not going well. We might have to consider Plan B," the Archmage said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Plan B was to save Noirciel, who was no different from an ordinary girl. They could only rely on the Alchemist's Rubik's Cube to store her soul and consciousness, and then find a way to replace Divine Energy with another power to maintain the stability of her soul.
This plan was obviously not as good as the first one. Although it could save a cute and adorable Noirciel, it was not the Noirciel that the Voidwalkers needed. Noirciel had no reputation in the human world, and the Church had made sure that her descent into the Lower Bound was kept a secret. Not many people knew about her. Her name and image were meaningless, but they still had to continue to pour power into her to maintain her existence, and all they got in return was a new concubine for the girls? A new collection managed by a dog? This was not a good deal at all.
Moreover, it was still unknown whether other powers could replace Divine Energy to maintain the existence of an angel's soul. In other words, Plan B was basically a last resort, and the Voidwalkers who were serious about this matter were obviously not willing to accept this result.
"In the end, how did the Church manage to compress such a powerful soul and power into an ordinary little girl's body? It's no wonder that the Angel Summoning is the Church's secret. Even if it's only for three days, it's already beyond common sense, "the Scholar Walker suddenly said with a sigh.
"Do you still remember what my student told me? A slave accidentally performed a blood sacrifice and successfully summoned Noirciel. That was also the first time they met, and the secret must be in the Ascension Matrix. But my disappointing student was sent back before he could figure out the secret. If he had discovered something, we wouldn't be in such a passive position right now, "the Archmage grumbled.
"Yeah, if only we could figure out how the Angel Summoning ritual works," the Scholar Walker said.
"Why don't I try to sneak into the Church and steal the information about the Angel Summoning?" The Hitman Walker suddenly volunteered.
"No, no, no!" The other Voidwalkers tried to dissuade him. "Can you please have some self-awareness?"
While the Voidwalkers were busy arguing, the Engineer Walker suddenly froze. He then turned to the air and asked, "What? What did you say? You caught a spy? "The Engineer Walker looked at the Archmage with a puzzled expression.
"Bring him here. I'd like to see who's so bold as to do this!" The Archmage Walker sneered.
A moment later, a round-headed, one-eyed marionette walked in with an old man in tow. The old man kept complaining to the marionette, demanding that it show him the respect he deserved. His voice could be heard even from afar, but the marionette did not have much self-awareness. It ignored the old man's complaints and carried him to the engineer. Then, it tossed the old man to the ground as if he were a piece of trash.
"Ouch! My waist! You … You are too rude! "The old man let out a series of screams.
The Archmage Walker looked at the old man. He looked like an ordinary rich man, but there was something about him that the Archmage Walker didn't like. It was the air of a believer.
"Let me see what's going on." The Engineer Walker ignored the old man and walked up to the marionette. He tapped the top of its head a few times, and the marionette's red eye turned into a magic projector, displaying everything that had happened.
The old man had been loitering around Da Xue for the past three days. He'd seen the ruined mansion from afar, and he'd been curious about the tent in the backyard where Noirciel had been placed. He'd been wandering around the area, trying to sneak in. The marionettes had seen his every move.
He'd tried to sneak in twice, but the marionettes had stopped him. The Engineer Walker had set the marionettes to behave in such a way that the first two times, the marionettes hadn't given him a hard time. They'd only chased him away. However, he'd tried again today, and the marionettes had deemed him a spy and captured him.
"Kneel before you speak!" The Archmage Walker shouted at the old man, who was still kneeling on the ground, as if he were an emperor.
"You … Oh no, you're the Sage-Emperor of the Magi? The First Evil … Oh no, the First Walker? "the old man asked.
The fact that he'd changed his words twice showed how awkward it was for him to say those words. He had no intention of kneeling. Instead, he struggled to get up.
The Archmage Walker ignored him and raised his voice. "Kneel!"
The old man was intimidated by the dignified tone of a superior. His legs turned to jelly and he knelt down while trembling. However, his expression was unnatural as he muttered to himself, "Bear with it … This is all for Lord Noirciel …"
"Who are you?" the Archmage Walker asked.
"I'm the High Priest of the Church of Divine Grace. I'm not supposed to kneel to anyone!" the old man replied with much difficulty.
"In the face of the Void, worldly traditions mean nothing! Since you've seen me, kneeling is the proper etiquette! " The Archmage Walker said haughtily. He raised his left hand and began to gather mana. "Give me a reasonable reason. Why would the High Priest of the Church come to my territory?"
The old Grand Priest swallowed hard and recalled the records of the Void's Number One Evil Demon in the history books. He had conquered countless forces in the surrounding areas and made great achievements, but his hands were also stained with countless amounts of blood …
He was a tyrant who'd ransomed his troops to gain power! The High Priest felt a chill run down his spine. Fortunately, he'd prepared himself for death before he came here, so he didn't lose his composure. Instead, he said confidently, "I wanted to send Lady Noirciel off, but what happened?"
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