The following arrangements seemed somewhat appalling to the Doctor.
Under his witness, Hitzfeld - she quickly mastered all the knowledge required for the "Human Desire" route from level 1 to 5, and thoroughly understood them.
If she were taken to Earth now, she could be said to be a stronger transcendent than Tite, provided the mystery still existed.
And she won't even fall, because she has two gods hidden in her body, physically and mentally able to withstand these things... The madness contained in this knowledge will not have any effect on her.
Hitzfeld used the knowledge from the "Human Desire" route and his own ice needles to sew up Claire's body again.
After everything was done, Claire William opened her eyes again, stood up from the bed somewhat stiffly, and knelt down to Hitzfeld beside her.
On the surface, she still looks young and beautiful, but in fact she has not been resurrected. She was just made into a corpse doll by Hitzfeld using the knowledge of the "human desire" route.
"You are desecrating the remains of the living." The doctor tried to interrupt her. "What is the difference between you and the evildoers you hate?"
Hitzfeld ignored him, called Tite, and gave him a series of orders.
As Tite retreated, night fell.
The Gate of Life, and the forces they have united with, such as the Felum Family, are ready to make a move.
As time was approaching the early morning, countless travelers traveled across mountains and rivers to the British Peninsula, and gathered in a wilderness using their own means, looking at the manor castle under the moonlight with their tools.
They were talking, and in their low voices one could vaguely hear words like "the Hitzfeld family" and "eternal enemy". The atmosphere on the scene was depressing and solemn, and many people were looking at the starry sky and praying for peace.
Suddenly, a scream was heard in the night.
Sharp, piercing... The solemn atmosphere was quickly broken, and these people grabbed their weapons and rushed there, only to see a headless corpse.
"Where's his head?" someone screamed.
The screaming man was frightened and wanted to turn his head to look around, but the first time he turned around, he saw a floating head floating in front of him, almost facing his nose.
"what!"
His scream stopped abruptly in the middle - an invisible black shadow penetrated from his forehead, and then pierced through several heads, drawing a twisted S-curve and escaping into the dense forest.
“Dead bone ice needle!” Someone who saw it clearly shouted, “Dead bone ice needle! It’s the corpse stitchers! It’s them!!!”
The tension and anxiety were at their highest point at this moment. Torches were quickly lit, and after counting the number of people, it was found that 18 people had died.
"Light a fire...Will the manor over there notice anything happening?"
"It's already been discovered anyway, what difference does it make!"
"I couldn't even see what it was... so many people died in just one go..."
"I don't think we should bother them..."
Some were cursing, while others were already regretting. They each used their best tricks, some took out bottles of potions, some took out some materials and placed them next to the fire, then put their hands into the flames and chanted.
The flames were jumping, and as powders of various materials flew in, they rose higher and higher against all odds.
"Find them!" The black-robed man who arranged all this screamed hoarsely, "Live inside them! Breed! Reproduce!"
The flame let out a sharp cry, and the next moment it exploded violently. Clusters of tentacle creatures with flaming heads emerged from the charcoal ashes, and each tentacle was as wide as a South American python.
This thing quickly rushed into the dark forest, as if it had identified a direction and rushed over, sweeping away branches and crushing fallen leaves as it moved, making an extremely alarming noise.
"Successful?" People looked over there. Some witches nervously clenched the potion bottles, hesitating whether to throw them away now.
But this change ended quickly.
In no more than three to five seconds, those restless tentacles died.
No sign.
quietly.
They didn't even hear it wail, but it just stayed still, limp on the ground, motionless.
The operator tried to get closer and touch it.
"puff!"
A black shadow suddenly emerged from its skin and went straight through the black-robed man's head.
"Set fire! Set fire!"
Amid the noise, people kept falling down. The witches threw the bottles in their hands one after another. They fell on the rocks and shattered. The potions inside seeped into the ground. Some of them grabbed the soil and rocks to form animals and stood up, while more of them just burned directly.
The flames surrounded the place at an alarming speed, from the bottom of the hillside to the dense forest in front, and no one could ignore them.
"Red Lotus Fire!" someone screamed again.
"They are crazy!"
Several black shadows tried to jump over the wall of fire to escape, but the moment they jumped out, the flames gathered in the air like a lotus, and countless petals gathered together to wrap them up.
When it bloomed again, the human figure was gone. It looked more like it was eaten by the fire lotus than being burned clean.
"it is ready!"
A figure stood on the hillside, and the voice was old but powerful, drifting into the dense forest with the night wind.
"That's enough! Corpse stitchers! Enough people have died tonight!"
"I am 'Yuan', the leader of the Gate of Life. We have been fighting as mortal enemies for a long time, but at least tonight I want to know why... Is there a possibility for us to negotiate?"
As eyes gathered around him, Yuan stood up straight without any fear.
He appeared as a white-haired old man, always wearing a cloak. No one knew that he was the leader of the Gate of Life.
Time was silent, and gradually, they saw a slender figure standing opposite them, standing at the wind outlet of the dense forest, and no one noticed how he came.
The corners of 'Yuan''s lips curled up slightly, and he continued: "So, at least we have room for conversation..."
"call!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint blue flame rose at the entrance of the forest.
It is not big, not turbulent, and can be said to be ordinary compared with the surrounding fire walls and fire lotuses, but its color is very special.
It is filled with bright blue, dark blue, with faint hints of white and black light; these are colors that can only be seen in dreams.
"What's this……"
“I don’t think they want to talk about…”
The Extraordinary Alliance was still wary, but Blue Fire moved before them.
These people's attention was all focused on the dense forest and the blue fire, and they were not alert to the corpses falling around them.
It was not until someone felt a chill on his ankle, as if something cold was sticking to him, that he discovered that the corpse at his feet was also burning with a dark blue flame and exploded violently before he could issue a warning.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Using death as a carrier, the explosion of undead fire spread across the ground.
It was like a plague. When a corpse exploded, more corpses killed by it took over the burden. The bone slag and blood arrows formed by the explosion condensed into ice and spread death. Combined with the silver needles shuttling in the darkness, the coalition forces were defeated in an instant.
The witches screamed and fled, the zombies took beast form and continued to charge, a fat man in black robe grabbed a man and stuffed him into his stomach while running, the man was still kicking and struggling in the previous second, the next second... under the black robe, a bloody mouth appeared in the belly, biting the man into two pieces.
The coalition's offensive was completely disrupted, and the extraordinary people began to lose control of their minds under the huge fear and oppression. Some people curled up for a while, their clothes tore apart, their bodies alienated, and began to hunt their companions without restraint.
The defeat was irreversible, and Sista huddled down the hillside, shivering.
She had thought that the coalition would be defeated, but she didn't expect them to lose so badly.
It's like the gap between an adult and a baby, or even more exaggerated than that...
Panic set in, but she didn't dare come out.
She was sure that it would be difficult to escape now. Not to mention the corpse-stitchers, even her fallen companions would pounce on her when they saw her...
The only thing Xista could do was to hold the notebook and pen tightly and write down the record of the battle on them in the moonlight.
[Silver needles and blue fire... that fire can freeze... the red lotus fire has no effect at all... the dead bodies will stand up again to fight for them... and we can't even force them to show up...]
When she wrote "they", her pen paused, and then she crossed out the word decisively and replaced it with a new word - "she".
She didn't know the principle, she didn't know why... She was sure that she just vaguely saw a shadow appear in the woods, she didn't see clearly whether it was one person or a group of people, or whether it was a man or a woman.
But she just had a strong intuition - she should write it like this!
"Your spiritual perception is very sharp."
Then she heard these words coming from behind her.
"Compared to a 4th level awakened spirit, this is pretty good."
"ah!"
Sista threw away the notebook and suddenly threw a bag of powder behind him.
The powder sparkled in the night. She drew her gun at an extremely fast speed and shot into the air. All the powder exploded with a bang the next moment.
It seems like a person was wrapped in it...
Is she dead?
Sista wanted to go forward to check, but the next second she froze and couldn't move.
Something extremely cold penetrated into her body from the back of her neck, blocking her spine. She was now unable to move at all.
She was dragged by the collar and could only see the night scene receding. She passed out soon after.
Sista was awakened by a quarrel.
"You should kill her!"
"I have my considerations."
"I killed her right away! This was the best choice!!"
"You are you, I am me, we are different. And you said it yourself, I can prove you wrong by doing this."
"You have guessed the conspiracy behind it, and you have also guessed how their system and power work. Isn't it better to leave as few evil seeds as possible? The fewer targets you have, the greater your chance of finding it!"
"I won't listen to you. I will bear the consequences myself."
Head hurts……
Sista struggled to move.
The sounds of the argument were sometimes far away, sometimes near, and she couldn't even hear what they were saying, only a few words here and there.
But as she struggled to sit up, the noise disappeared.
She scanned the room with her barely recovered vision and saw someone... a strange cloaked man sitting behind a desk.
It was indeed “her”.
Siesta's eyelids twitched.
The figure could not be seen clearly in this posture, but just by looking at the part of the chin that was exposed, she was sure that it was a woman, and not very old.
But the other party is a corpse-stitcher...
It is foolish to guess the age of the corpse-stitcher.
Sista knew her own limitations, so she endured the pain, got out of bed, and knelt down to the girl in front of her like Claire did.
"If I can be of any service to you, it would be my eternal honor."
She is really smart.
Hitzfeld looked at her face quietly, admiring her in his heart.
Yes, now she basically guessed what the so-called conspiracy was.
The Hitzfeld family and their supported agents took root on Earth in order to keep secrets and prevent the roots of the Goddess from being contaminated by evil.
But evil will not give up. They come up with the concept of "mystery" to influence the people here, tempting them with forbidden knowledge and power, and guiding them to continue to advance.
The purpose of this upgrade may be to create a carrier that is strong enough to carry their arrival.
It is also possible that the magic formula was passed down so that these evil believers who were unable to extricate themselves could be guided.
The most dangerous dividing line is level 6. Mortals cannot carry the knowledge before level 6. However, the extraordinary people after level 6 can bring more knowledge to the lower world.
It not only includes the method of how to create the "Black Snake", but also includes the evil training methods in the subsequent stages, as well as higher-level blood sacrifice rituals.
Therefore, the secret-keepers have always regarded level 6 as a taboo among taboos: there is no rush to deal with the extraordinary people below level 6, but those above level 6 must die, and in order to eliminate future troubles, all extraordinary people of the same era must be killed at all costs.
