Magic Tower Starry Sky

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For the emperor, he doesn't care about the process, only the result. But for another group of shrine maidens seeking performance, their teacher's behavior is no different from tearing down the stage. It's a pity that the young witches dare not even complain.

In the Witch Tower, Sophia is not only the most senior and the oldest, she even faintly touches the edge of the legendary magic—the great prophecy. No one dared to offend such an old woman. If one is bad, and a curse is given before she kicks her legs, then this life will be useless.

That's why the young shrine maiden who is actively expressing herself ignores what her teacher is doing. Anyway, if you move a bunch of things out, you can at most move them back in the end. Before starting the ceremony, she flattered the emperor a few words, and then in a solemn atmosphere, she chanted the incantation of prophecy.

Divination is different from most magic in that it does not have custom spells. All the words are just to bring the performer into that miraculous state and see the reality of the world. And in the vast and boundless past, if you want to find a specific 'truth', of course you need very clear guidance.

Mr. Becker's handwriting with strong emotions can be regarded as a qualified introduction. At least in the dark, the light that represents the answer is so strong and conspicuous that people will not look in the wrong direction.

Going forward in the long river of history, the scenes that happened once flowed into the mind of the witch, and then they were forgotten, leaving no trace of memory. When her consciousness touched the source of truth, the witch in reality spread out the scroll in front of her, ready to record everything she saw.

Suddenly, the corners of the mouth and ears felt moist. At the same time, it was as if he was crying, and the tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes.

When the first piercing scream sounded, it was like the beginning of hell. All the witches who participated in the ceremony were bleeding from their seven holes. They use their sharp nails to tear off the thin clothing and scratch the skin, whether it is the arms, the body, or the face that was once beautiful. Even just standing next to them, I can feel the pain.

The magic materials piled up everywhere were like flying ash. The tiny particles that build up the matter continue to scatter into the air, looking colorful and crystal clear, like a dream. But the old emperor knew that this was not wonderful at all. This means that the magic materials used to replace the most primitive sacrifice—human beings are being consumed at an unimaginable speed.

The more things disappeared, the shriller the screams of the priestesses became. But everything that has started, there is no going back. The price of prying into the future and the unknown is unimaginable for ordinary people. And the gradually clear reality turned into blood-red ink, leaving handwriting on the scroll, stroke by stroke.

Soon, the magic materials used as sacrifices were all gone, but the prophecy showed no sign of ending. The next ones chosen as sacrifices were the little witches standing in the magic circle. They stood at the outermost edge of the prophecy magic circle, clasped their fists, prayed on their knees, and prayed in their hearts for the power without waves to ignore their existence; they chanted faster in their mouths, hoping that the ceremony would end as soon as possible.

However, things are not always as expected.

When the first shriveled body fell down, the entire ritual of prophecy moved in an uncontrollable direction.

The flesh and bones also turned into fly ash, which was crystal clear, and was drawn into the air above the center of the magic circle, completely disappearing. And such a picture of purgatory shocked the old emperor who was watching.

He thought that since he was old enough and had seen enough things, he should ignore them. But this time before today, it was unheard of and never seen before. The story of losing one's own life in the end for a mere prophecy is one I have heard a lot since I was a child. But no one thought that one day it would happen before their own eyes.

The old emperor subconsciously wanted to get up and leave. Holding on to the armrest of the chair, she was about to stand up when Sophia pushed her back into the seat. She said in a hoarse and trembling voice, "Wait until everyone outside is dead before leaving."

This instruction was clear enough that even the emperor lost his temper. Sit back in your seat obediently and watch the development of the situation quietly. During the process, the mighty force that swept everything in the ceremony room repeatedly hit the outer edge of the safety zone, and even disintegrated the outermost magic circle.

It can be said that if Sophia hadn't used the magic circle with the highest standard, the people inside would have died. That can be the highest level defensive magic circle that is enough to defend against the abyss lord's soul pressure, or the divine punishment from the gods. Although it can't withstand a few times, it is also impossible in the world to be able to withstand one or two blows from that level of existence.

Just as the grotesque and dazzling color drama gradually subsided, the ceremony room was full of tattered clothes and no one wearing them. As long as there is a trace of power on the ornaments or cloth, it will be turned into fly ash in the previous ceremony and become part of the result of the prophecy. The rest are nothing but common mundane materials. Some of the magic circles became gray and pitted, as if they had completely lost the power contained in them.

Signaling the emperor who didn't have a deep understanding of magic to sit down, Sophia walked out of the magic circle tremblingly, and walked towards the scroll that recorded the answer. But the old witch took a few steps, and suddenly took out a short dagger from her arms. With a horizontal cut, his eyes were cut open, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

The few old witches who were still alive did not take it seriously, but the old emperor was not so calm. It must be something so dangerous that it needs to be taken so seriously, and you don't even dare to look at it.

Although Sophia is temporarily blind, her heart is not blind. Proceeding cautiously while groping, she finally came to the long paper of the record. After slowly and carefully gathering up the long paper and turning it into a paper scroll, Sophia let out a breath as if relieved. Looking back, he said, "Who comes, give me a hand."

At this time, only a few old witches who were younger than her walked out of the magic circle quickly, supporting the old man who had lost his eyesight. Several other people skillfully took out medicine to heal the wound on the old witch's eye.

It's a trick for them to cut open the outermost layer of the eyeball, temporarily blinding themselves and avoiding seeing things they shouldn't see. As long as it is treated and adjusted, the eyesight of the eyes can be restored. Of course, if you do this, your eyesight will not be completely restored, so it can be said to be a last resort.

Of course, the old emperor knew all the tricks of the witches, and could understand the seriousness behind them. Looking at the scroll handed over, I felt mixed feelings in my heart. It turned out that the rumors about the two magicians and prophecies were all true. Not just true, but the truth can be scarier.

Although I haven't looked at the records in the scroll, the old emperor has already added the note of "Strange people should not get close" to those two. No matter how hard he is to be insulted by someone calling him a softie, he also intends to press this matter to the end, and he will never take action. Anyway, based on my age, it is estimated that others will not scold me for a few years.

It's just... what is recorded in it? Although the calmness brought about by age prevented the old emperor from committing suicide, the curiosity in his heart was still unavoidable.

As if understanding the personality of the person in front of her, Sophia said with the support of other witches: "I said it before, if you want to die, get away, don't die in the tower. Whoever wants this terrible thing, let him Turn it on by yourself, and don’t let anyone else touch it.”

Although the old emperor spoke freely before, when he encountered such a life-related matter, he handed the scroll to the knight beside him without saying a word. Say no, don't touch. At the same time, he asked, "Is there anything else I should pay attention to? Granny Sophia."

"What if I said the list wasn't over yet."

"It's not over yet! How is this possible!" The old emperor was startled.

"Impossible, it's not up to you, the emperor. I knew it would all end in death, and I don't need to ask people to take out the sacrifices in stock. I had hoped to save one or two, but what happened? I want to die." Can't save people who are pretending to be asleep, can't wake up people who pretend to be asleep, everything is useless, useless! Damn it!"

Because of her injuries and emotional agitation, Sophia shook the old emperor's head first, and left the devastated ceremony room. And what can the old emperor who was sprayed for no reason say, touch his nose, and swallow. This isn't the first time the old woman has sprayed someone's face with saliva. With a sigh, the old emperor didn't care about the maids who were still cleaning up, and left with his trusted knights.

The loss of the Maiden Tower is only serious~www.NovelMTL.com~but to the emperor of an empire, it is nothing. As for the follow-up staffing and the training of a new generation of witches, Granny Sophia can naturally take care of everything. No matter how special the bloodline is, how could it be impossible to find half of it in a huge empire.

Besides, the emperor himself has left the Witch Tower to dry for decades, and he has never seen all the people in it die. Instead, he killed and burned, burned and killed, and the inheritance is still not severed here.

It's just that this scroll is really going to be handed over to Duke Baker? Should it be handed in? On this point, the old emperor did not dare to be so sure.

If he saw something good or bad after reading it, he would only leave behind a reputation of using dirty methods to solve political enemies. This is not good for my long-term efforts. No matter how fierce and stinky some people sprayed, I endured it myself, in order to establish a rule that it is not easy to kill.

Otherwise, would it be difficult for him, the emperor, to really kill him for thousands of miles? It is precisely because it is too simple, so it should be more cautious. Some things can be done, but shouldn't be done. It is such abstinence that things may not be perfect, but at least they can avoid the worst. Risking the fate of the country is the last stupid thing a king should do.

But it doesn't seem right not to hand over the scroll. Although it was only the old man's illegitimate son involved, it was also his blood. Furthermore, he was also responsible for the losses on the Witch Tower. In this way, what is in hand has to be handed over. Then, for the sake of the old man's life, we can only let unimportant people open the scroll and recite its contents in a public place after stating the interests.

All I can say is, I hope that old man doesn't seek death by himself.