When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 642

Chapter 642: Chapter 49 I Have Seen Through the Lord of Scalefeather Chapter 642: Chapter 49 I Have Seen Through the Lord of Scalefeather The elf known as “Physician” had also been silent … there was likely no need to search for him anymore.

So far, three had been eliminated.

If Stranger was fine, then the Physician must certainly be dead.

Without an Adapter to conduct the search or prophecy, they could only resort to prayer or rituals to find what they sought.

Olive, the veteran Ritualist, was skilled in various alternative rituals.

Even without a Ritual Magic Circle, he could conduct so simple ceremonies.

He pulled out a pocket watch and then a bottle of woodpecker’s blood from his ritual bag and sared it on his face.

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Then he put on a white mask without eyes or mouth and looped a rope around his neck as a noose.

“Lord of the Hanged, Mother of Puppets!

Sixty-seven illusions, I offer the blood of the woodpecker!”

Chanting with mana, Olive prayed out loud, reciting an alias of so divine entity, “Please watch over this place with your endless mist, answer my question!”

Aiwass knew these were two other aliases of the Grey Celestial Marshal.

The Grey Celestial Marshal was said to have sixty-seven forms, but this claim was also a lie.

At least the Grey Celestial Marshal summoned by the Ring of Ouroboros ritual to the Material Realm looked like a giant grey spider, with a beautiful woman lying on its back as if she were abducted by the spider or commanding it.

Like the spider-tailed viper, the snake’s tail is an incredibly realistic spider.

When birds see the spider and attempt to prey on it, they are bitten by the venomous snake.

The first stage of the Grey Celestial Marshal is a woman, the second a woman riding a spider, the third a titanic spider, as if it has stopped pretending.

But in truth, neither the woman nor the spider is the real Grey Celestial Marshal.

The true form of the Grey Celestial Marshal is actually the grey mist that connects them.

In previous chanics, the Grey Celestial Marshal would regularly split off orbs of mist on a schedule.

If not destroyed, these would explode and greatly reduce speed, making players target the orbs.

During the final stages of low health, it would split off nurous orbs, and that’s when many players would think, “Just kill the main body, don’t bother with the orbs, we can’t clear them in ti anyway.”

However, if the spider were actually killed at this point, it would trigger a group wipe chanic because the previous chanics would have hinted several tis that the health bar given by the spider was fake.

It would constantly lose health evenly during battle, and its true health bar was actually the count of the mist orbs that were destroyed.

Therefore, the initial chanics appeared so simple and boring… Only players who were particularly sensitive to the data and those who abruptly ceased attacking would feel that the health bar’s rate of decrease was not quite right.

At this point, one must instead turn back to destroy those orbs, and only by destroying a certain number within a ti limit, could one trigger the chanic to face the Grey Celestial Marshal’s true form.

—This is the Grey Celestial Marshal.

The Celestial Marshal of neither truth nor falsehood, the Silent Celestial Marshal.

He controlled the domain of lies…things neither black nor white, words neither evil nor good.

Whatever question you ask, as long as he is willing to answer, he will definitely lie—looked at from another angle, this is also truth.

Olive then tied the noose to the end of the pocket watch, and subsequently swung the watch like a teor hamr before tossing it out.

The watch directly struck the opposite side of the beam.

It seed to beco incredibly heavy, hoisting Olive up.

“Please… grant a lie!”

With both hands straining against the execution rope to prevent himself from being actually hanged, the old Ritualist’s face turned red as he stuttered, “The object Aiwass is looking for… is nearby—is it yes or no!”

Upon hearing this, he hastily signaled Aiwass with his eyes.

Aiwass understood his gesture and flicked a spark with his right hand, burning through the rope.

Olive collapsed to the ground along with the watch.

The watch rolled on the floor, coming to a stop with its back facing up.

That ant “no.”

“The Grey Celestial Marshal says ‘no,’ which ans ‘yes!’ Good…”

Now clear on his target, Aiwass began to arrange a prayer ritual, “Get ready, we may have to make a quick push.”

…Quick push?

Grape blinked in confusion, not entirely understanding what that ant.

The Counselor and Olive, however, changed expression, probably guessing what Aiwass was about to do.

Taking the environnt into account, Aiwass chose to pray to the Fla Celestial Marshal:

“I humbly request the Fla Celestial Marshal!

“Marshal of glowing iron and blazing steel, Marshal of crucibles and furnaces!

“Bestow upon the fire of vitality—like the creeping serpent, the dancing butterfly, the keen-nosed hound!”

Endless streams of Light and Fire Energy Level mana converged in Aiwass’s hands.

All around the room, flas were being drawn towards Aiwass, their heat gathering into a bright platinum fla orb.

It shined so brightly it made the surrounding walls look dim by contrast.

Under Aiwass’s prayer, it gradually took form, swelling rapidly.

It quickly grew to the size of an adult’s thigh, resembling a cheetah.

—It was a Magical Beast similar to a Scorpion-tailed Lion.

Its butterfly wings opened like sparks, its tail swaying back and forth like a burning snake.

Under Aiwass’s prayer, an elental creature from the domain of the Fla Celestial Marshal was summoned.

This was a third Energy Level Prayer Arts, calling forth a lesser elental beast.

Nad Fla Tail Beast, a Magical Beast that normally would only exist within volcanoes in the Material Realm.

The elental beast summoned was relatively weak even among the second Energy Level and could only exist for ten minutes.

Its only advantage was the burning fire upon it and its high intelligence.

Aiwass summoned it now because it possessed the “treasure scent” ability.

Most importantly, it had a special ability, “Fla Vision”—when it made contact with fla, it was as if a shark was in water.

When it touched fla, all the surrounding flas were considered an extension of itself.

“Help look for a dagger, it should be nearby.

Its distinctive feature is…”

Aiwass bent down to explain to it.

Soon, the Fla Tail Beast nodded, indicating it had completely understood.

It leapt into the flas at the corner of the wall.

After just two or three seconds, it erged and dashed out quickly.

Aiwass didn’t hesitate and imdiately followed.

The other three closely trailed behind Aiwass.

Among them, Grape was the slowest runner, even slower than “Sherlock”—Mycroft’s bulky figure made it extrely difficult to run in such an environnt.

But they had no choice but to run—she was shocked to find that the knights and servants, who initially seed blind, seed to have noticed their presence, converging from all directions.

Even the entire palace seed to awaken, with the surrounding walls once again emitting fire…

The cracks in the walls rhythmically spat fire like breathing, and one had to ti their movents to dodge the flas to escape without getting burned.

“What is going on…

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“This region’s flas are controlled!”

Sherlock panted heavily and exclaid loudly, “The Fla Demon has sensed us!”

Now that they were exposed, he no longer needed to conserve his mana.

So, Sherlock imdiately used the spell “Purifying Water Curtain” around himself, becoming shrouded in a misty white vapor, obscuring the figure within.

But still, running was sowhat difficult for him—especially since Aiwass was running too quickly.

Aiwass, highly resistant to fire and heat, didn’t fear the fire at all.

Following right behind the Fla Beast, he completely ignored those flas.

But the three of them couldn’t completely ignore them and had to wait it out.

The Counselor, while sprinting, gasped for air and ended up blocked by the flas.

He looked back at the approaching knights and couldn’t help but curse inwardly:

—Damn it, wait for !

…But then he thought, it was pointless to say this to the ritual’s original inhabitants anyway.

Aiwass running so fast must be a test from the Lord of Scalefeather.

He had to keep up!

As a result, Sherlock sprinted desperately, only to find himself stopping in an all-too-familiar place.

The underground ritual room.

The very place where he was first rescued from.

How did I not see there was still sothing to be taken here?!

“Great Detective, open the door!”

Seeing Sherlock approaching, Aiwass called out from afar.

—Why the hell do you run so fast if you can’t open doors!

The Counselor thought with gritted teeth.

Though he didn’t have a staff at hand, he still began to chant a spell softly and skillfully.

Wind and earth mana intertwined, creating a strange fluctuation.

When they converged, the tightly shut door was blown open directly by Sherlock’s spell.

—Lock Opening Spell!

He followed Aiwass and charged in.

In the underground ritual room, besides the three platforms, there were also many cabinets for storing ritual materials—nearly twenty cabinets, each with several drawers.

From the outside, you couldn’t tell a thing.

The Fla Beast directly charged towards a particular cabinet and stopped in front of it.

The Counselor, however, summoned a sharp wind like a blade and blew it towards that cabinet.

This was a special “Exposing Projection” designed to shatter enclosures, with an exceptionally strong effect on containers—within monts, it smashed all the cabinets, spilling their contents everywhere.

Aiwass imdiately found the dagger he was looking for and snatched it up.

“Got it, let’s retreat!”

“It might not be…

not so easy to retreat now…”

Grape, the last one to rush in, panted heavily as he spoke.

After he entered, he imdiately shut the door.

With a flash of earthy yellow light, “Preservation Arts” took effect, reinforcing the tightly closed door instantly.

The next mont, tiny sparks sprayed from the door cracks.

Standing inside, they all heard a significant vibration coming from the door.

Soone was attacking the door!

Had it not been for Grape urgently reinforcing the door with protective arts, it might have been breached instantly!

“The people outside are at most Energy Level 4.

They won’t easily break through my Preservation Arts…

but how do we get out now?”

Grape looked nervously at the Counselor.

The Counselor imdiately glared back at her.

Why are you looking at !

—You’re my brother now, my brother!

“Then…

leave it to .”

Aiwass said softly, pulling a red card from his fingertips.

“Liya, Guide the Fla Stream!”

Feeling the terrifying heat and pressure in the air, the Counselor’s spirits instantly lifted.

—I knew it, as long as I’m with Aiwass, there will be no dead ends!

I have completely seen through the plans of the Lord of Scalefeather!