Annan was deep in thought.
...So that’s how it is.
Just as the Silver Baron’s symbol is the silver coin, Mr. Radiance’s symbol is the sun.
The symbol of the Goddess of Cup is the Blood Cup... a cup filled with fresh blood.
A cup that symbolizes endless greed and longing—
And when the sun in the sky is transford into the "Blood Cup’s Mouth", a person’s blood qi cos under its control, causing them to faint when it is drawn in and excite when it flows out.
A ritual that controls the life force of a wide range of ordinary people, huh...
But for Annan, this could also be considered a benefit.
He still carried the residue of the "Wheel of Celestial Chariot" on him, uncertain of when within this week he might suddenly fall into a nightmare. If he were to faint suddenly in combat, that would really be amusing.
However, inside the ritual area of "Untouched Heart Sings", Annan would not fall into a nightmare.
"Given that he has used this ritual, does it an his real ritual has only just begun?"
Annan asked quietly, "How much longer might they need?"
It was far too early now.
If not for that "Blood Cup’s Mouth" in the sky, the sun at this hour should not have risen yet.
And the players had logged off around ten o’clock last night.
Though their bodies wouldn’t feel tired because of this—they still needed to wait eight hours before they could log on again.
In other words, even if the players logged on right on ti, Annan and his team would still have to wait another half an hour...
"Are you worried that they’re not awake yet?"
Salvatore hesitated slightly upon hearing this.
But he quickly shook his head: "At least His Excellency the Bishop should be awake.
"Look at Louis... Those seasoned clergyn like him undergo special training and always try to rise before the sun cos up. Missing sleep for a day or two won’t affect their condition."
This must be to avoid regional nightmares.
Annan nodded.
It’s like the rules in Frostwater Harbor—so places’ nightmares are keyed to "the location itself". If one falls asleep at night, they’re directly plunged into a nightmare.
"I’m actually a bit worried about you."
Annan inquired softly, "You only slept for two hours, right? Are you sure you’re okay?"
"I have already taken a potent Nootropic Extract. I’ll take another dose in eight hours, and that should keep going till the evening."
Salvatore shook his head with full confidence, "Since I have this ’Curse Binding,’ I’m obviously prepared."
"Ha... You’ve outperford a bit, haven’t you? To save a little face for yourself? Or to reassure your friend?"
In a place Annan could not hear, a shadow let out a low, hoarse snicker: "That extract won’t last that long, Saul... You’re deceiving him.
"If you can’t hold on, or... if you feel too weak and incapable, you can always close your eyes and faint. I’m brimming with energy and have been preparing for a long ti."
Salvatore completely ignored the shadow’s voice.
As the shadow spoke, Salvatore also spoke softly to Annan, almost completely drowning out the shadow’s words: "But be careful, since they want to use this ritual, it ans they have a powerful cursed item in their hands.
"The one they are trying to summon is very likely not just a soul-eater. At least, not only soul-eaters..."
Salvatore had not finished speaking.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of intense coldness on his back.
The next mont, the silvery-grey Potion lines that Annan had drawn on the ground ignited without warning!
They burst into walls of fierce fla, leaping up to more than a ter high. The air above twisted.
About ten ters away, an ethereal, semi-transparent Spiritual Body erged gradually.
It was clad in a long robe, standing about two and a half ters high, with beautiful deep brown curls, and its face was densely packed with more than twenty pairs of eyes. Her entire body shimred with a faint white halo, and everything below her collarbones lted into the billowing void of her robe.
"It’s the ’Watcher’!"
Salvatore imdiately issued a warning, "Never make eye contact with her—close your eyes first!"
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of white potion from his chest.
After briefly chanting a strange word, he hurled the potion bottle high into the air—
The next mont, the potion bottle burst into intense brilliance.
The spiritual body let out a sharp scream.
It wasn’t fear... but rather, it seed to be rage.
And it appeared to be resisting sothing—
Heeding the warning, Annan had already closed his eyes. He also took out several potions Salvatore had passed to him:
Bloodthirst Surge Potion
Type: Consumable (Blue)
Description: A potion brewed from Bloodthorn mixed with the blood of a madman and a frenzied bull, effective on all mammals
Effect: For thirty seconds, strength 4, agility 2; after thirty seconds, the effect decreases to strength 2, agility 1, lasting for three minutes (potion bonuses of the sa attribute do not stack, take the highest bonus)
Cost: A "minor" bloodthirst is born within thirty seconds
Keen Mixture
Type: Consumable (Blue)
Description: A concoction prepared with the tears of a cat and the down of a chick as the main ingredients, effective only on Transcendents
Effect: For ten minutes, agility 2, perception 2; after ten minutes, the effect decreases to agility 2, lasting for an additional ten minutes
Breath of Extre Cold
Type: Consumable/Material (Purple)
Description: An extrely cold breath that harbors a dead person’s curse. Breathing it is enough to frostbite a regular person’s airways, use with caution. A level three dangerous product.
Effect: After inhalation, obtain temporary elent ’North Wind’ for one hour. All abilities with descriptions of ’cold’ and ’airflow’ receive a 1 bonus to their checks.
Effect: When used in a ritual, it can temporarily substitute curse items up to and not exceeding the ’silver’ rank of equivalent level.
Annan hesitated and didn’t consu the only bottle of ’Breath of Extre Cold.’
Instead, he drained the other two potions in one gulp.
The intensely fiery ’Bloodthirst Surge Potion’ and the tart, icy ’Keen Mixture’ flowed down his throat in succession.
Annan felt his heart give a fierce pump.
An unmistakable sense of strength pulsed from within him...
His skin suddenly beca much more sensitive; he could discern the flow of the air around him. His limbs beca flexible as if his bones had turned into rubber.
But what was more significant was his skin, which had suddenly beco scorching hot.
And the muscles that tightened without warning, and the blue veins that sprang up and throbbed all over his body—
Strangely enough, Annan didn’t feel the ’bloodthirsty’ sensation described on the label.
Instead, a strong, almost uncontrollable excitent arose within him.
If one had to describe it...
It was a bit like the restless eagerness of waiting for the school holidays to start in a few minutes while being on the edge of your seat during the class eting.
As the light faded, Annan opened his eyes.
With a bone knife in one hand and a hamr in the other, he charged towards the towering spiritual body!
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