webnovelvip Chapter 136 A Series of Unexpected Events
Chapter 136 A Series of Unexpected Events
Chapter 136 A Series of Unexpected Events
Looking down upon all things from a dimension above, Cyril noticed discordant movements within the darkness of the curtain.
As his gaze swept across the area, the black record that was spinning on its own and making a sound came into view.
"This thing is definitely problematic, but I shouldn't have brought it with me."
"...Irving bought her record too?"
He muttered a couple of things to himself and gently rubbed his fingers together.
A streak of crimson fire appeared out of nowhere, descending from the void and landing precisely on the record.
A few seconds later, the flames disappeared, and the record stopped making any sound, but it was not completely destroyed.
"That's fine for now. We'll deal with the rest after the Blood Moon ends."
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the incomplete record, burned by the flames, slowly begin to spin again, followed by music that was even clearer than before.
As the music reverberated, the darkness he created, isolated from reality using his "black curtain" magic and his special status, gradually faded and became transparent, revealing the faint crimson moonlight outside.
Above the dimension, Cyril's face instantly darkened.
He could clearly see that the source of the strange sound was not here. The record he had burned was more like a locator, allowing the sounds of records from different places to echo here simultaneously through some special means.
My attempt to destroy the record was the trigger that set off this trap!
He suddenly remembered Melina's words, "The moon will be exceptionally bright tonight": ...the nurturing of spirituality and inspiration is also key; this is a premeditated trap!
As the thought crossed his mind, Sirion reached out and grasped at the air in front of him, and a gleaming silver, ornate pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Luckily, I had it with me today. If I had used the imaginary fake, it would have been questionable whether it could even fire a bullet."
As he muttered to himself, he pointed the gun at the damaged black record and pulled the trigger.
boom!boom!
After a brief interval, bright, sacred, sharp spots of light, like the dawn, suddenly burst forth on the black record, which was already in a state of partial damage.
Then a streak of crimson fire fell from the void, burning away the remaining remnants of the record.
Without the album's iconic status, the surrounding music finally subsided, but it didn't disappear completely.
It seems that those sounds no longer need to be located to find this place.
He had a premonition that these voices were targeting him—an astrologer's intuition. He paused, then lowered his gaze to Owen, who was sitting in the darkness, praying intently. He hesitated, wondering whether he should leave before the blood moon had disappeared.
While he was struggling with this decision, he suddenly heard a faint, shattering sound.
The secret room created using a "black curtain" was breached by the crimson moonlight.
In the darkness, crimson moonlight streamed down from above, vaguely illuminating the original outline of the room.
As Owen was praying intently, his heart skipped a beat. Then he heard the layered, illusory voices again and saw a blurry, ethereal figure bathed in crimson light.
"Ancestors..." he murmured almost instinctively.
At the same time, his flesh and blood tore apart with a crackling sound, turning into countless wriggling strips, from which starlight tinged with crimson began to gush out.
Above the dimension, this scene made Cyril's brow twitch, and he had a bad feeling again.
Without hesitation, he called out the name directly:
"Adam".
One second, two seconds...:
The expected response did not materialize.
"Damn, he's always offline when it matters most."
After failing to call for outside help, Xireen was somewhat speechless, but he didn't waste any time. He reached out and grabbed at the air, conjuring up a portrait of Irving that was 100% accurate.
He threw the portrait out, then snapped his fingers.
With a snap, the imagined portrait came to life, and "Owen" stepped out of the painting.
At the same time, Owen's body, which was almost collapsing and constantly overflowing with crimson starlight, suddenly became illusory, lost its thickness, and seemed to become a figure in a painting.
After a brief pause, he reached out again and conjured a dark curtain out of thin air, covering the figure in the painting and concealing him.
On the other side, "Owen," who stepped out of the painting, suddenly trembled, his body stained with a layer of crimson starlight, while small, brightly colored patches the size of fingernails kept falling off him.
In less than half a minute, the "Owen" who walked out of the painting completely transformed into a humanoid, twisted, layered, illusory stargate stained with crimson starlight.
This illusory stargate seemed to be alive, contracting and expanding rhythmically.
The moment Cyril looked toward the illusory stargate, he heard a rapid knocking sound in his ears, as if someone was urgently pounding on the door from the other side of the illusory stargate.
His heart skipped a beat, and Cyril reached out his hands, trying to pull the illusory stargate that "Owen" had transformed into back into the painting.
Or destroy it directly.
After several attempts, he failed as expected; the crimson layer above the illusory star gate blocked his way.
As time went by, the music around him grew clearer and more intense. In the distance, he seemed to see a long, silvery river with no end in sight, and the music was the echo of the surging waters of that river.
"Did I stir up trouble with the Outer Gods? The problems brought by the Blood Moon haven't been resolved yet, and now there's this echo on the level of fate. I wonder if it's the 'Ring of Destiny' or the 'Weaver of Fate' doing this... ::"
As he whispered, a sense of urgency and unease rapidly brewed within him—a warning from his spiritual intuition.
It was a reminder that he could no longer listen to this voice from fate, and that he could not let the knocking behind that illusory star gate continue.
"But what can I do? I'm just an innocent astrologer!"
As his thoughts drifted, the illusory, layered sounds of prayer echoed in his ears once more:
"From the unknowable sublimity; a gateway to dimensions; the embodiment of art and fantasy..."
"Your devout followers beseech your attention, beseech your help...:"
The moment the prayers echoed in his ears, Cyril cast his own light.
He saw Triss fleeing like a wolf in the deserted streets, the huge, demonized black hound chasing after her, and the figure hiding in the hound's shadow.
"Not only the demon hound, but also the 'Apostle of Desire' that keeps it—what did Triss do to attract such a fierce pursuit?"
"But is this 'Apostle of Desire' hiding away, using Triss to fish for him, or is he satisfying some kind of personal interest?"
As he whispered, he saw the shadow beneath the giant demon hound suddenly wriggle, and a malice- and desire-filled intent burst forth from it, constantly scanning the surroundings.
"It sensed malice, but couldn't lock onto me?"
The next second, he saw a continuous stream of pale blue fireballs, emitting a strong sulfurous smell, shooting towards Triss.
Boom! Boom!
A violent explosion rang out, blasting a crater several meters wide into the concrete street.
When the poisonous fire and black mist dissipated, Triss appeared somewhat ethereal, her starlight-tinged figure floating silently in place, as if in another dimension, unharmed and unaffected.
Triss, who had been waiting for death with her eyes closed, opened them again, looked around blankly, and then let out a soft breath.
Her mirror doppelganger and wand doppelganger had been used up during the previous chase, otherwise she wouldn't have risked asking a mysterious being of unknown origin for help.
Fortunately, she hasn't been abandoned yet.
As her thoughts drifted, she heard a slightly ethereal, layered voice:
"Call the name of Adam."
"Adam?" Triss was momentarily confused, but although she didn't understand, she chose to do as instructed.
"Adam!"
She called out in each of the following languages: Rune, Ancient Hermes, Dragon, and Elven, and then waited quietly.
Ten seconds or so passed, and nothing happened around them.
"This..." She opened her mouth, but before she could voice the question in her heart, the surrounding environment suddenly brightened, and the air became warm, filled with the familiar scent of roses.
She returned to Red Rose Manor!
Feelings of confusion, fear, and unease began to grow in her heart.
She wanted to recite Sirion's name again, but she couldn't bring herself to speak, until a gentle voice resonated in her heart:
"This is the price you have to pay for your life."
As she finished speaking, she regained control of her body, but looking at the familiar room and smelling the familiar rose scent, all she could manage was a bitter smile.