quicksilver blood

Chapter 109 Even Lies Are Deceived Together
Claudia slowly opened her eyes, staring at the dim candlelight beside her in a daze, her brain, which was as confused as a paste, gradually sorted out her thoughts.

...It seems like I had a nightmare.

Claudia can't remember the specific content of the nightmare, but she only remembers that she seems to be barefooted, wearing very thin clothes, trekking in the endless snow field.

There is a vast expanse of white everywhere, without any markers, without distinction between before and after, without purpose, without beginning.

From the initial cold pain, the feet gradually began to tingle, and then completely lost consciousness.

The speed of her movements became slower and slower, and her movements became more and more sluggish. In the end, she curled up and lay down in the white snow, and began to feel the slightest warmth as if she had fallen deeply into a warm bed.

Just when she was almost unable to extricate herself from this deadly warmth, she was suddenly awakened by a harsh shout.

Her body trembled, her lips trembled, and she felt death brushing past her like a substance.

A primitive instinct from biology made her wake up instantly.

"...You can't die yet..."

The cold and ethereal female voice passed by her ears, and she suddenly felt the chilblains on her body turn into carrion and jumped out of her body.

At the same time, she felt a complete peace that she had never known before.

It's as if life is complete, there is no need for any struggle, and there is nothing to do next - a sense of redemption based on wordless.

If possible, she would rather be in touch with that great tranquility until eternity, but immediately, she felt the reality of her body gradually regained, the snow field shattered and opened, revealing the dim candlelight constantly dancing around her .

...that is the ritual fire that is only used in witchcraft ceremonies.The source of the fire was not the burning of the candle, but the assimilation of the surrounding space to the Fire Elemental Plane through the oath engraved on it.Therefore, even if there is no air, it can burn forever and emit heat.

The price is that the "world" here itself is swallowed up by the fire elemental plane at an extremely slow speed.

Claudia's professional accomplishment immediately allowed her to judge the body of the candle like the evening light.

This is the unique skill of the priest wizards of Bantha.They threw a lot of resources of their own plane to the elemental plane, squeezed out pure elemental power, and fed this power back to themselves.

At the end of their practice, they can even completely transform into elemental creatures of that plane, almost immortal.

But because this kind of wizard really consumes the resources of this plane - in the words of a White Tower wizard, they "are like using their own plane as fodder to feed other planes, and then rejoice Eating excrement from other planes" is disgusting.

In order to ensure the sustainable development of witchcraft, the wizards even replaced the consumption of gold with wing trees.The inheritance of the pastor shaman has been cut off more than 70 years ago...

"But... what is this?"

Just as Claudia was about to vomit out the question, she felt her mouth was thirsty, her eyelids were dry, her whole body was sore, and her bones were soft.It's like just having a serious illness.

……what happened?

"Ah, you're awake."

A flat, almost rude voice came from in front of her, and Claudia looked carefully, and only then did she peel off the substantial shadow that almost merged with the surrounding darkness from her blurred vision.

That's... Roland?
Claudia tilted her head in confusion.

Why is he here?No... It should be said, where is this place?Why are you here?
"...Have you forgotten all of them?"

She watched Roland bend down, gently grasping her chin with her left hand, and immediately wanted to resist.

But at this moment, she felt a wave of weakness in her body, and the faint shaking was not so much a struggle as a temptation. She immediately stopped the useless struggle and looked at Roland with a frown.

Unexpectedly, there was no panic or fear in her heart at the moment.Roland, who had only met her a few times, looked so pleasing and reliable at the moment, just like a priest to a devout believer.

But...how is it possible?I don't believe in any gods...

Claudia frowned slightly and stared up at Roland.His face was no more than three or four millimeters from Claudia's forehead, and Claudia could even feel the warmth and slight fragrance of his breath.

"What do you remember? How did you get here, remember?"

As if afraid of waking her up, Roland spoke slowly in her ear in a very soft and soft voice.His right hand brushed Claudia's cheek at exactly the same speed like water flowing through a river bed, and finally pressed it on her forehead.

"Can not remember……"

"Then calm down and think carefully..."

As Roland's soft voice that seemed to make people fall asleep kept recalling in her ears, Claudia only felt a sense of vertigo that was almost intoxicated.

It wasn't drunk or in love—her subjective consciousness was burning, and her spirit was stilling uncontrollably, as if she was about to be immersed in the ocean current of something great.

...This is... the malicious hypnotism of the Confused Witch?
Reminiscent of the candlelight that made her concentrate too much, Roland's gentle and soothing movements and his calm and reassuring voice, Claudia faintly sensed the truth.

But at this moment, as a cold, metal-like tactile sensation penetrated from the joint between Roland's fingers and her forehead, her resistance consciousness was quickly destroyed, and some great force directly dragged the consciousness she just wanted to wake up forcibly. to the deepest point.

"rest in peace--"

Roland's gentle voice came from her ear.

Claudia could feel that some kind of existence that was too great to perceive immediately responded to Roland's call and descended on her.

"Never forget to sing, never forget to pray... never forget me."

The sound of follow-up was like a magic sound pouring into the brain, constantly obliterating Claudia's consciousness, and a terrifying force originating from the death of all things poured into her forehead along with Roland's priest-like prayers.

Just like the baptismal chant that Teacher Claude once performed on her.

But at that time, she was wearing the delusion ring specially bought by her younger brother, so she could resist Sivir's spiritual infection.

But isn't Roland a druid?How could he...

"Appoint me, learn from me, and obey me."

Roland's baptism chant didn't end.Silver-gray spots of light danced around him.

All gods have their own chants of baptism.As long as the priest sings the chants of baptism, the power of the gods will descend immediately, transforming the nature of the baptized soul.

After awakening the origin, the archbishops can even force the souls of the baptized to ascend to heaven directly through baptism chant.And even the weakest chants of baptism will strip off all the mental defenses of the baptized in a short time——

Claudia's pupils expanded instantly, and a silver-gray worm-like light spot shone in her light blue pupils, expanding and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Rest in my hands. Eternal life is given by sleep - forgiveness is now."

"I, the judge, hereby swear an oath. Grant mercy to this soul."

Claudia's consciousness is still further evaporating.

She could no longer notice what she said—the dim red candlelight burned into her vision like a bright red silhouette.

In the last impression, she felt that she had sunk into a large ocean that was as solid as mercury and was frozen.

When she wakes up, she will officially become a priest of a great being.The irony is that she still doesn't know who the true God she will serve for the rest of her life.

After the baptism was over, Roland took his right hand back.

He bowed his head and kissed Claudia gently on the forehead, but Claudia didn't respond.Just staring straight ahead like this.

"Take off your clothes first, and then bark like a dog."

Roland spoke.

"Yes."

Claudia, whose consciousness and body were separated, followed Roland's command without hesitation.

But before her hand touched the button of her mouth, her wrist was tightly held by Roland.

"Okay, stop." Roland said in a deep voice, "What is 79 plus 21?"

"one hundred."

Claudia replied immediately.

"What is the first line of the third book of the Sivir Mantra?"

"..."

Claudia remained silent.

"Don't you know... what is the fifth tower of the Wizard of the White Tower?"

"..."

"...Banza people? When was the pastor wizard exterminated?"

"Yes. Year 848 in the calendar of the gods."

Roland showed a satisfied smile.

This level is enough.

The baptism ceremony will last twenty to ten minutes, enough for Roland to ask everything clearly and then arrange some questions.

"Shh, don't talk." Roland pressed his right index finger on Claudia's lips, showing a seductive smile.

His voice was hoarse and gentle: "Little cutie, now we're officially starting."

"First, the question-and-answer session—"

(End of this chapter)