Whispering Poems

Chapter 2623 Thaumaturgy - Wall of Sighs
"Are you really okay?"

Xia De confirmed it one last time, and the witch put one hand on her waist:
"As long as you're here, there will be no problem."

She shook her hair gently, then signaled her followers to retreat temporarily, and even Miss Bell walked into the forest.

"This move is what I prepared for my promotion to level 13. Stand behind me now to avoid getting hurt by mistake."

The witch gave Shade another order, and Shade had no choice but to do so, but she did not forget to warn him:
"You are still cursed, don't cast spells at full strength."

"Yes I know."

She summoned the ten-ring life ring in her human form. Shade saw that her core spirit runes were the standard three: [Death], [Mimicry], and [Inspiration]. She took out a gray stone in her right hand as a spell material, and her golden eyes finally revealed a serious look:

"This is a stone taken from a tombstone that is at least a hundred years old. It is the most commonly used material for spells by witches in our line: Thaumaturgy - Wall of Sighs!"

The core spirit runes - [Death], [Miracle] - [Boundary], and [Burglary] - [Living] all shone brightly. She threw the gray tombstone into the burning bonfire in the clearing in the forest. Then a humming sound seemed to come from deep underground, and the originally blazing flames suddenly turned into black smoke. With a slight tremor in the earth, a rough gray square stone wall slowly rose from the soil beside the unconscious Father Francois.

The breath of death that sprang out from the cracks in the ground quickly turned the yellow leaves on the ground into black, and the golden forest suddenly had more shadows that shouldn't have appeared. The cold wind blew around, and even the "Night Watcher" in the box on Shad's back shook violently.

The gray square stone wall was not made up of bricks and stones, but a single piece of stone. On the rough wall, densely packed and overlapping horrible corpses were stacked together like fossils, and as they were exposed on the ground, the corpses stretched out their arms from the stone wall.

The gray-black-haired witch's face turned as pale as her apprentice's, but she was smiling because the spell was successful. She turned her head to look at Shade, but vaguely saw cracks and blazing flames in Shade's eyes.

The unconscious Father François was awakened by the stimulation of this powerful undead force, but before he could react, he was grabbed by those arms.

Hands, feet, knees, arms, neck, shoulders, one by one, the dry arms grabbed every part of his body, but did not hurt him. Instead, they brought him to the "Wall of Sighs" and made him lie motionless with his back pressed against the wall, as if they were also going to pull him into the gray stone wall.

The wall emitting black mist had stopped rising and was already as high as a floor. The forest that was sunny just now was now as gloomy as a cemetery at midnight. Although Shade didn't recognize this magic, he knew it was quite unusual.

Father François' face was now pinched by five different hands. He could only stare around with wide eyes but was unable to speak.

Miss Winslet, panting, then smiled and said to Shad:
"He can't see anything, hear anything, or feel anything now. He can only feel what I tell him to feel. Ask your questions now. Once you're on the 'Wall of Sighs', no one can lie."

This magic didn't seem to be getting out of control, and compared to Transfiguration, this magic was more suitable for her seat in the parliament, so there was a subtle sense of pride in her words.

"Can you tell me what the real effect of this magic is? I don't think it is a magic developed simply for interrogation."

Shade then asked, and the witch was happy to answer this question:
"This is the wall between the living and the dead, dividing life and death. Anyone facing it can only sigh. This is not just a thirteen-ring magic. Even if I can touch the legendary demigod, it is enough for me to use. Defense, summoning spirits, opening death channels, changing the battlefield, the effects of this magic are many.

This is a magic trick that has been continuously modified and improved by successive witches since the Sixth Era, and it is the highest achievement of the Great Witch of the Death Department."

This is very similar to the "Witch Secret Art - Revelation Realm" mentioned by Miss Belindel. The Countess said that the secret art that even allowed her to survive the "Special Light" can allow her to know the general source of all supernatural phenomena in the domain and automatically transform her own spirit into a resistance effect. This is the top spell she has mastered, and it is the top creation of the prophecy school among ancient witches.

Of course, thinking about the witches' power can be left for later. Shade asked the priest on the wall:
"Then let me begin to ask questions - are you Father Francois of the Parish of Willendel?"

The hands that were pinching the priest's cheeks forced him to open his mouth. Shade even felt that they were pinching his throat and cheeks to speak:

"Yes!"

Father Francois' voice was hoarse and gloomy, but very stable. However, his expression was quite panicked, and all the muscles on his face seemed to be mobilized to resist the action of "speaking", but unfortunately he, a low-level warlock, could not do this.

"Very good, then it was you who forced the time traveler you met fifty years ago to pass the potion across time for you?"

"Yes!"

He answered again, and the magic was still working normally. The spreading black mist only surrounded a small area and showed no signs of continuing to flow outward:
"The third question is, why did you appear in the parish of Creekwood in 1809?"

This was the year of the theft of Baroness Cumming, and it was during that era that the Baron was threatened.

The priest on the wall was still controlled by the arms of the corpses and spoke:

"That year, I had just started working. According to church regulations, young priests from large dioceses like mine would be regularly sent to other places for a period of time to allow us to understand the different situations in different places. The place I was assigned to was the Ximu Town Diocese."

Xia De nodded and explained to the lady beside him:
"My friend in church said something similar. Next question, how did you discover the time traveler?"

"I came to Creekwood in the spring of 1809. At that time, the town was being expanded. Originally, there was only the Natural Church in the area. Our Creation Church was a latecomer, so we often communicated with the pagans of the Natural Church.

That summer, I followed a senior of the fourth and sixth rings, and two fifth ring warlocks from the Church of Nature into the woods at night to search for the "huge deer-headed monster" reported by the townspeople. We encountered big trouble, as the other party had a very strong mental attack ability, and in the end, I was the only one who survived.

They all said a lot when they were facing death in fear, and the five-ring warlock of the local Church of Nature described some plausible things about time travel. But he was already crazy at that time, so I only knew that there were rumors of time travel in the local area, but I didn't know whether it was true or not. "

The hoarse and strange voice seemed to come from the legendary "Hell". Of course, even if there is a "Hell" in this world, it should only be the hometown of alien demons and not the place of death.

The answer he gave was very long, and Shade and the witch listened carefully:

"After the accident, I have been recovering in the town, and at the same time, I collected more local rumors about time travel. Finally, I dug up the grave of the sacrificed five-ring warlock of the Church of Nature, and quietly broke into his local home and found what he had hidden in the basement. From this, I learned that time travel does exist, but although he knew a lot of things, he only left me a large number of potions and alchemical materials, and a method to detect time travelers."

Shade and Miss Winslet looked at each other:
"What happens after you do this?"

"I knew from the beginning that I had a poor talent and it was impossible for me to be promoted to the middle ring. But I didn't want to die so early. I worked hard to become a ring warlock just to live long enough.

The [Time Sharing Potion] was prepared by me when I was still in Willendel, using the materials I had intercepted to clear out the cultists' stronghold. After I got a method to detect time travelers in Creekwood, I came up with a plan to use them to hide and pass on the potion for me.

The only written document left by the deceased Five Rings Warlock said that one should not try to seize a channel that has already been used by anyone, otherwise it will cause time instability and cause death faster. "

When he said this, the expression on his face had become crazy due to fear and struggle.

"So in order to live longer, you dug up your companion's grave and threatened him with the life of his entire family to get him to do things for you?"

Xia De frowned and looked at the old man on the "Wall of Sighs":

"From your looks, you must have used other methods besides the [Time Sharing Potion] to try to increase your lifespan. Have you ever killed anyone in order to achieve immortality?"

Shade believed that if he could control himself, he would rather bite off his tongue than tell them the answer, but the magic was too powerful:

"There are only five people whose birth dates are special and meet the requirements for potion extraction."

"Are you qualified to be a priest?"

Even the witch couldn't help but ask.

"what can I do?"

Because she used a question, the priest on the wall also had to answer:
"I don't want to die! Since there is a way to make me live longer, why not use it? I know I will die sooner or later, but I am afraid of death. Who doesn't fear death? In order to live, these prices are worth it!"

Xia De didn't want to waste time talking to him, but at this moment he couldn't help but say:

"I just met a man yesterday. He killed his entire family because of his cowardice, but in the end he was willing to sacrifice his life to atone for his sins. Then today I met you. You seem brave and persistent. You have waited for fifty years for a potion, but your soul has not grown at all in these fifty years. You are still as cowardly as you were fifty years ago."