A faint chuckle echoed, and the phantom softly said, "Then you can at least beco the Queen of Boggarts."
"Embrace Death."
"You will be stronger than you are now!"
Mithia’s figure halted in the corridor of the Black Tower, her gaze fixed on the city below, her expression showing a hint of struggle. The remnants of her humanity made it impossible for her to accept all this, but the rational side of her told her she had no power to change it. Only by submitting to that Demigod could she strive for the greatest benefit for herself.
At the very beginning, she rely wanted to use external forces to eliminate competitors. After all, only one person from the Guardian Clan could inherit the destined law of succession.
But as the situation developed, everything gradually slipped out of her control.
The exalted Demigods.
They watched as her father sank into decay and corruption step by step, indulging in greed and pleasure. They even secretly fanned the flas, delivering the Demigod’s ascension ceremony into his hands. In Mithia’s past mories, her father was a wise and astute lord, who expanded the Ring City into the most prosperous city in Dagon and spread the glory of the clan, elevating it to the strongest Guardian Clan.
But everything changed after he began to age.
The bloodline curse of the Guardian Clan made him increasingly miserable. He feared death, feared aging, and began using every ans to maintain his own power, even secretly using the bloodlines of family mbers to preserve his own youth and vitality. But he wasn’t a destined legendary who rose by his own rit. The Guardian Clan’s inheritance wasn’t just power but also bloodline curses. Even if he drained the bloodlines of his three sons, he still decayed little by little, exuding a stench of rot from his soul to his body.
These people wanted her dead, to embrace death.
It was only at this point that Mithia realized she had naively believed those Witch Demons on the Path of Death. They indeed fulfilled their contractual promise, but it was through another thod.
She still didn’t want to die.
The dead lose too much, but the old man couldn’t wait any longer. He thought Mithia didn’t know the last step of the Dark Blood Sacrifice was to offer her own offspring, but in fact, she had already seen the scroll of the ascension ceremony.
It was a very evil ceremony, extracting the entire family’s bloodline to focus on one person.
"The old man’s destiny was already predetermined."
The phantom’s whisper carried a hint of ridicule: "He inherited the power of the destined race, yet he was cowardly and lazy, watching this land get polluted by the old ways step by step. He desired immortality but didn’t dare to challenge the old offspring to obtain the source of the immortals."
"Upon learning that he could maintain his power and life using the lives of his bloodline, he didn’t hesitate to execute three sons who threatened his position."
"After all, he had many offspring, so losing a few didn’t really matter."
"The Demigod’s ascension ceremony was indeed sent to him by us, but it was ultimately his own decision to sacrifice this city. The citizens here were regarded as his property, and since they were his property, he could squander them however he liked."
"The ceremony is about to start."
"Lady Mithia, you must make a choice."
The master is very greedy.
He doesn’t just want the Law of Death condensed on this land; he also wants to subdue a potential Queen of Boggarts with destined potential. She must willingly embrace death to beco part of the master’s Clan.
This is a pledge of allegiance.
Once Mithia makes the choice, there will be no turning back.
The master will help the old man complete the Dark Ceremony because only a Demigod is qualified to beco the sacrifice for another Demigod.
.........
Soul Crystal Stones were arranged on both sides of the Array.
Shawn stood in front of a sculpture made of ice and snow. He lifted a finger and lightly swiped, letting a strand of hair fall and fuse into the sculpture. He began to extract power from the Soul Crystal Stones to substitute for his own Power of Soul needed for the spell. Accompanied by a fluctuation of spell Spiritual Light, the ice sculpture gradually animated, eventually presenting a perfect replica of Shawn.
--- Illusion Technique!
The created clone possessed about sixty percent of the original Shawn’s strength. To further enhance the clone’s strength, he needed to leverage the Power of specific Domain Laws.
The situation in Ring City was worse than Shawn had expected.
He sensed at least three super-large Dark Ceremonies in the area. The people’s minds were already secretly twisted, gradually corrupted and falling, slowly turning into nutrients for the Dark Ceremonies.
From body to soul, they had already entered the belly of the ceremony, slowly being digested.
Shawn currently had three forces at his disposal. The first was his own group, the Divine Terra Church from Abyss City, but the Warband needed ti to infiltrate the Realm of Reality. The second was the Gray Whisper Hermitage left to him by Aemon, although currently only the Celestial Calamity ssenger Team was active in the Dagon Region. The third was Lady Hecate’s secular church, but their headquarters in Dorne City ant moving them over also required ti.
His most important task now was to buy ti, figure out the Dark Ceremonies in Ring City, and delay the ceremonies’ trigger points.
This level of Dark Ceremony was almost impossible to completely stop.
Under the night sky.
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