After hearing Charlotte's proposal, Margo of the Harcos Clan slightly furrowed her brow.
The Divine Favored Queen was right; she truly had no ans to deal with the other party.
Although she was certain that the other's appearance wasn't rely to "witness the event," since even the Queen herself did not hinder the "invasion," she seed to have no grounds to object. Discover more novels at NoveI(F)ire
After all, she was also a third-generation Bloodline who had lived for thousands of years.
Even though she had not known the Divine Favored Queen for long, with her years of experience, she could sowhat judge that this young monarch wasn't very interested in "conversing."
But now, it was as if the other had opened a floodgate of words, chatting nonstop with her.
Clearly, this was a stalling tactic.
'She probably isn't prepared either. The ritual has been exposed, and the clan's truth can no longer be concealed. Perhaps... I really should seize the ti and begin the ceremony imdiately.'
'Besides trusting the Queen, I... really have no other choice.'
Great Prophet Margo sighed inwardly, her eyes gradually determined.
She gave Charlotte a deep look, scoffed coldly, and then turned to gaze at the lump of flesh on the Divine Throne, bowing slightly:
"Your Majesty, please forgive your humble Believer's impertinence..."
Dark crimson magic power surged again, and a complicated and intricate Magic Array slowly erged behind Great Prophet Margo.
Soon, a domain barrier ford by magic power, centered on Margo, enveloped more than half of the Divine Hall.
The dark crimson halo flickered slightly, and the entire barrier was shrouded in profoundness and solidity.
That was Margo's Legendary Domain.
In that mont, the Great Prophet of the Harcos Clan actually unfolded her Legendary Domain, releasing a legendary-level Magic Barrier to protect the prepared ritual.
"Madam Margo, by covering such a vast ceremony with your Legendary Domain, do you realize what that ans for you should the ritual fail?"
Watching the magic power that enveloped most of the Divine Hall, Charlotte slightly frowned, kindly reminding her.
Great Prophet Margo did not respond.
Of course, she knew what the consequences would be.
The Legendary Domain was an elevation and extension of spiritual power, an advanced form of the Spiritual Force Field, and the strongest ability of a Legendary Transcendent.
Wrapping such an enormous God-Conferring Ceremony in a Legendary Domain was indeed a very risky move.
Under the dual pressures of Divine Power and magic power, the master of the Legendary Domain could find their domain collapsing or even directly fall in Rank at any mont.
Not to ntion the dreadful cost of a soul collapse that might occur should the ritual fail.
But Great Prophet Margo did not stop.
She was a Divine Favored of the Crimson Queen, and also the Path Guardian of the Crimson Queen.
The Queen was in a critical mont, and she must stand out to clear all obstacles for the Queen.
This Legendary Domain was not just to strengthen the effect of the ritual, but also to guard against the Divine Favored Queen at the side.
Yes, she had no way to expel her.
But being unable to expel her didn't an she had to completely give up.
At least... she could do her best to protect the domain, isolating the force invading the Divine Hall for the second ti.
She could also use her own domain power to aid in the implentation of the Queen's ceremony.
Charlotte soon realized Great Prophet Margo's intentions.
She sighed lightly, a phantom chair appeared beneath her, and she directly sat down on it.
As if... she was truly there to watch the ceremony.
Great Prophet Margo kept an eye on Charlotte's actions.
Seeing that the other did not react further, she slightly relaxed, then focused more attention on the ritual in front of her.
Her expression turned solemn, and she began chanting an ancient and convoluted Elf Spell.
The pitched and paused chanting filled the Divine Hall, the magic-laden language causing ripples of illusion, enveloping the entire altar.
The blood-colored Array on the altar suddenly lit up, and an ancient and venerable aura slowly rose.
All sorts of Offerings placed on the altar began to float up one by one, then flew towards the lump of flesh above the Divine Throne.
The lump of flesh quivered slightly; the flesh below the blurry human face split to the sides, revealing a large mouth.
One tendril-like flesh tendril after another rose from beneath the Divine Throne, catching the flying Offerings, and then feeding them into the grotesque mouth.
Soon, all the Offerings placed on the altar were "devoured" by the flesh.
The ancient, venerable aura belonging to the Offerings disappeared.
In its place, the flesh emitted an increasingly profound, vast, and chaotic magic power.
The dark red glow tainted with a layer of deep mystery, and the "heartbeat" of the flesh quickened.
Finally... as if reaching a critical threshold, the drum-like heartbeat suddenly stopped.
It seed like a mont had passed, or perhaps a long while.
The dark red glow suddenly contracted, shadows centering on the Divine Throne spread outwards, and the heartbeat of the flesh resounded once again:
"Thump..."
Stronger and deeper than before.
"Thump..."
It resonated not only in the Divine Hall but also in the heart of Great Prophet Margo.
With the vibrations of the heartbeat, Margo felt as if her own heart was rging with it.
And with every heartbeat, the mountain-like flesh constricted.
"Thump..."
"Thump..."
The heartbeat beca more forceful, and the volu of the flesh on the Divine Throne dwindled even more.
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