"Sacrifice?"
"The priest is the one who can actually preside over the resurrection ceremony."
"They can't do anything without me?"
"No, the ancient god can still be resurrected, but the entire tribe cannot obtain its gifts in large quantities."
Now it was Hitzfeld's turn to frown.
Originally, she had thought that if this "sacrifice" was necessary to revive the evil god, then she could prevent the evil god from being reborn by refusing to cooperate.
The worst possible outcome would be death, and she was not lacking in relevant awareness.
"Pun's gaze is over you. I can't stay here for long."
The mysterious creeper slowly retreated.
"and many more!"
"How can I find you?"
Hitzfeld chased after him. How could she let the opportunity she had finally caught slip away?
"Same as today. The code word is 'humility' in Seran."
"'humble'?"
"'humble'."
The other person gradually disappeared into the shadow of the corner.
"You are too arrogant about many things, which will blind your eyes and prevent you from seeing the real world."
"My name is Rip."
"That's my advice to you on behalf of Felkin."
Didn't get up, had a liver attack at night
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Chapter 78 Bubble Dream
That day, Hitzfeld visited the prison again and told her companions everything she had learned during that period.
This excluded Leah. It was not that she disliked Leah, but the child was emotionally unstable and not telling her was for her own good.
Don't let her suddenly develop hope in the awakening alliance, only to find that the final development does not match her fantasy.
Then she would go crazy and it would be impossible to comfort her.
"That's exactly what happened."
Standing upright in the darkness, the girl held the woman's face and took the initiative to press a kiss to her forehead.
"I may only come here once in three days...Pun is unhappy with me for always coming to visit you. I can't anger him. You should be careful."
"Just do it." Xia Yibing sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her waist tightly, her whole face buried in the girl's tender but nascent soft fat, her nostrils filled with the faint scent of magnolia.
"But if there is a chance, I must come."
If possible, she really didn't want to sit in jail helplessly.
Hitzfeld was the only one who was running all the work. What did she do? Just a little decryption work - and even this work seemed unimportant at this stage, because those "friends" could speak their language directly.
She could still bear the situation of being in the dark with these boring words every day, but she could not let go of her heart when she thought of Hitzfeld deceiving the enemy outside and being in danger at any time.
Hitzfeld could sense her worry from the strength of the hug, so he leaned in a little and rubbed her ears a few times.
Then he let go and left again under the woman's gaze.
The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye it was already four days later.
During this period, some things happened, such as the new camp outside the city wall had been built for the most part, and Pun took her to celebrate.
For example, she climbed up the city wall many times to look into the distance, and occasionally saw smoke from cooking in the distance, and guessed that Smail and others had also found food supplies.
This is not difficult to guess - since they are able to pass through the stone pillar forest to harass Puen, they must have killed many of the dormant mudstone spiders. Maybe they didn't think they could be eaten at first, but as time went by and their food reserves ran out, they would eventually try.
Of course, the biggest gain was that Ruibo met her twice again, and the two sides had initially established trust.
"This time tomorrow."
Standing side by side with her on the wall, Ruibo said sharply: "Someone will pull your sleeves as you go up the stairs here."
"And then." Hitzfeld turned and looked at him.
"Then you don't have to worry about anything else and just keep going in the direction you're being pulled in."
"You finally remembered to take me to meet my companions?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, "How long will this last? Will Pun's ears and eyes not get suspicious when they see me on the city wall?"
"will not."
Hitzfeld paused for a moment before reacting: If nothing unexpected happens, these people should be planning to switch things up.
After all, she was wearing a black cloak when she went out. And because of her height, the cloak could completely cover her legs and feet, making her look completely airtight from a distance.
It is very easy to imitate such an appearance. Just find someone with similar height and body shape to her and walk up to the city wall to temporarily replace her when she slips away. This can at least buy her half an hour.
It is also convenient to keep an eye on Pun. One can directly see what Pun's army is doing from the city wall. If Pun suddenly comes back, there will be time to react.
This was a good idea, so she agreed immediately.
At night she thought about it and decided to use the power of the Ring of Desire to get some sleep.
The last time I slept was the night I arrived at Onsaiin. It has been almost half a month since today. The underground world is dark and there is no concept of eternal night. The magic ring has stored a lot of power, which is almost enough for two uses.
The body cannot bear not sleeping for too long. She has found it hard to concentrate these past few days. She is always distracted when thinking about things, and the whispers in the void are becoming more and more frantic and chaotic.
So I'd better use this opportunity to get some sleep and regain my energy so that I can perform well tomorrow.
Lying on the stone bed and falling asleep, Hitzfeld vaguely saw some blurry images.
The first thing that opened was a big city. It was the mirror world she arrived at after crossing the Comb River in the Venn Dream Ruins.
Victoria Harbor - this is the name of the big city. It is the most prosperous and elegant place that Hitzfeld has seen since he came to Changxia.
Unlike in the dream, Victoria Harbour was crowded with people at this time. The streets were lined with stalls and shops. Pedestrians were walking one after another. There were long queues of cars on the main road. From time to time, adults and children on steel-frame bicycles would pass through the gaps.
This is prosperity, but also the vibe of the city.
Hitzfeld was so absorbed in the scene that he forgot for a moment that he was in a dream and took a step forward to walk inside.
It was not until her body passed through the pedestrians that she realized that all this was just a historical illusion projected into a dream.
But did it really happen, or was it just her imagination?
She couldn't make up her mind.
It has been a long time since her left eye has allowed her to see a relatively complete historical projection, because she had been taking inhibitors for some time - but now she has stopped taking the medicine for a long time.
Just as she was doubting, the illusion turned from the jumping market scene to the church, presenting a pilgrimage scene.
People put silver coins into the cash box, and no matter their status, they had to sit down in the hall in an orderly manner and bow their heads to repent their sins.
The nuns stood on both sides waiting to be sent, the priests and the bishop were chanting at the altar, and the whole hall looked extremely solemn and dignified.
But suddenly, something strange happened.
Hitzfeld saw it clearly - the bishop on the platform was stuck at first, and reached out to pinch his throat. The priest next to him looked up at him in confusion, and was horrified to find that several dark red tentacles had emerged from his ears, eye sockets, nostrils and mouth.
The tentacles were dancing, dancing desperately with blood.
His skin became tighter and tighter, and through the cover of his palms, several raised marks were forced down from his neck.
Hitzfeld's brows jumped.
Tentacles coming out of the head...
The tentacles broke through the obstruction and entered the body through the neck...
This is too similar to her physical problems.
She became more serious because she couldn't wait to know what would happen next.
The bishop was shaking violently, the tentacles had completely invaded his chest, some had even spread to his limbs, she could see the wriggling protrusions under the skin on the back of his hands.
Then with a "bang", he exploded.
It didn't explode in the form of flesh and blood, but... the process is difficult to describe in words.
He seemed to be transformed into something else in an instant, and the picture she saw seemed to have become a distorted inversion.
When her vision returned to normal, what she saw, and what everyone else saw, was a ball of surging foam.
The bishop turned into a bubble.
His robe and clothes lost their support and fell to the ground. The people below looked up in surprise but only saw foam, which reflected the dazzling and blurred seven-color light.
With the first one, the second one soon appeared.
The priests followed the bishop's footsteps one by one. The disease spread faster than any virus. At first, they had to hold their necks and struggle for a while, but in the end, they would explode with a "boom" as soon as they were touched by soap bubbles.
Pom Pom!
The foam rolled and gathered into a foam tsunami that rushed through the streets and quickly flooded the entire city.
Before we knew it, dark clouds in the sky began to sink.
The bubbles accumulated for a while and then burst, exploding from spherical shapes into balls of gray powder.
The powders mixed with the descending dark clouds and gradually merged into one.
They turned into a hazy mist. The entire Victoria Harbour was gradually wrapped in the mist and could no longer be seen.
……
When he woke up the next day, Hitzfeld found that his collar was soaked with sweat.
This dream is so weird.
Not only did it help her figure out the consequences of the tentacles invading the torso, it also showed her the process of the initial formation of the gray fog.
Is that really how the gray fog is formed?
I have always doubted the necessity of collar sealing, and I happened to have the dream at this time.
Is it a coincidence, or am I having aesthesia again?
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pinched her forehead and thought for a long time.
The more she experienced, the more she felt that aesthesia was not that simple.
As a Devourer, she has a strong resistance to this cursed disease.
Even she has been troubled, what about others...
"It can't be delayed any longer."
She walked to the window and stared at the dim shadows of the buildings outside.
"We must have a good talk with them today."
"It would be great to meet that mysterious leader."
Chapter 79: Punn's Plan
There is no concept of dawn in the underground world. Anyway, the big ball of meat hanging above is constantly emitting a steady stream of red light.
After washing up, he submitted an application to go out as usual, and Pun approved it as usual.
Anyway, for it, as long as Hitzfeld tried to stay away from her "former companions", it didn't matter what else she did.
It's just a visit to the city wall, and it has been sending people to keep an eye on it.
After putting on his cloak and pretending to walk around the city, Hitzfeld began to walk towards the city wall.
On the way, she looked up at the ball of flesh above her and roughly measured it. She felt that it was about three or four hundred meters from the ground. Only the tallest spire in the ancient city ruins could get close to it.
She was not unfamiliar with the spire. It was located behind the church that Pun took her to at the beginning. The two buildings were actually connected.
She was curious and asked the guards who were accompanying her: "What is that?"
"I don't know." The guard scratched his head as he answered, "Chief Pun... takes it very seriously and does not allow... anyone to get close. You... don't..."
