fantasy novels Chapter 161 The Altar of the Primordial Witch
Chapter 161 The Altar of the Primordial Witch
Chapter 161 The Altar of the Primordial Witch
"So you want me to take matters into my own hands and help you destroy the locating altar hidden behind the mirror?"
In his spirit form, Klein stared blankly at the deep, mirror-like world before him, where countless serpentine creatures seemed to writhe.
This was the first time he had felt his fear of snakes so directly. If he weren't in a spirit state, he suspected he would have been numb in his hands and feet and his teeth would be chattering.
This was completely different from the snakes he had encountered in the underground ruins on Williams Street before. Those were real snakes, and although they made him feel uneasy and scared, he knew clearly that those snakes could not threaten him.
The writhing shadowy figures in the mirror world ahead resembled snakes; some had distinct black and white eyes, while others had grown beautiful human female heads with forked tongues, eerie and dangerous.
As an extraordinary being who had already encountered several evil gods and possessed rich experience, he sensed a terrifying aura on the same level as the "True Creator" emanating from those writhing, serpentine shadows.
It lacks any sense of depravity or filth, but is far more sinister, filled with terror and a sense of destruction.
goo~
Swallowing a non-existent mouthful of saliva, Klein turned to look at Cyril, his eyes filled with reproach:
"You didn't tell me beforehand that this was an altar of an evil god, and one that was clearly protected by the power of an evil god!"
Cyril looked at him with an innocent expression:
"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know the specifics of this place before?"
"I don't believe it." Klein shook his head firmly.
"Uh..." Sirien, slightly taken aback, chose to skip the topic:
"Actually, it's not a big problem. It's just a trace of the 'Primordial Witch's' power activated by the altar. Because it's in the mirror world..."
That's why it seems so terrifying.
"After all, that one is the ruler of the mirror world."
Klein frowned, then pressed for an answer:
"Won't the 'Primordial Witch' herself notice if we destroy this altar?"
Cyril shook his head and explained, "No, he was crippled by the Seven Gods during the Pale Calamity and hasn't recovered yet."
"I did some interference beforehand, and this is just a regular altar used for positioning and assisting in influencing the mirror world."
He paused, looked at Klein, and said seriously:
"As long as you're quick enough, destroy the altar and immediately return to Mr. Fool's divine realm. Even if the Primordial Witch casts a glance your way, she won't be able to spot you."
Klein stared speechlessly at Sirion, wanting to ask if he would have to face the malice of an evil god head-on if he wasn't quick enough.
"Don't worry, I'll provide assistance."
Cyril raised his hand and patted his chest, then handed him the Peacekeeper from the holster at his waist.
Klein raised the price: "1000 pounds, deducted from my debt."
"No problem." Sirion nodded without hesitation.
If Clarice had used something else to locate it, he might have tried to negotiate the price, but the altar of the "Primal Witch" must be destroyed!
Taking the gleaming silver pistol, Klein floated forward a short distance, then stopped, turned back to look at him, and asked with complete confidence:
"Are you sure there's only a trace of the 'Primordial Witch's' power activated by the altar in that mirror world, and no other safety measures?"
After a moment's thought, Sirion nodded seriously and said:
"Highly unlikely. This is a mirror world, and the 'Primal Witch' is the ruler of this mirror world. Her power and aura are the most effective measures."
"...Highly likely?" Klein glared at him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Didn't you already assess the danger level before you came here?"
Cyril shrugged, as if to say, "What more do you want from me?"
Klein instinctively pressed, "How did you know?"
Cyril shrugged. "Isn't that how you 'fortune tellers' are? You don't know whether to step out the door with your left or right foot until you've done some divination."
"Um..." Klein paused for a moment, then chose to skip the topic:
"Can you open a safe passage to that mirror world?"
"You can give it a try."
Cyril took two steps forward, and a fist-sized, shimmering illusory crystal ball appeared out of thin air as he raised his right hand.
Snapped!
Amidst the illusory shattering sound, the glittering crystal ball broke into countless grains of starlight, merging into the surrounding void.
After completing the interference of counter-occupation and counter-tracking, he took out a folded piece of drawing paper from his pocket and unfolded it with a shake.
On the drawing paper is a sun that looks like a child's scribbles, surrounded by numerous symbols and magical signs representing sacredness, purification, and light, like tiny stars.
"Close your eyes for a moment."
After reminding Klein, he covered his right hand with spiritual energy, pressed it against the drawing paper, and then reached inside.
With a rustling sound like pages turning, he pulled a tiny, extremely bright, silvery-white "sun" from the drawing paper.
This miniature "sun" no longer emits pure, dazzling white light, but rather a silvery dawn filled with a sense of holiness and purification!
He threw the "sun" forcefully, and it fell straight into the mirror world where the altar of the "Primal Witch" was placed.
In an instant, the serpentine shadows writhing in that mirrored world became clear and vibrant, like ice cubes thrown into boiling water.
It kept tumbling and melting, constantly making sizzling sounds.
A few seconds later, the serpentine shadows seemed to gradually adapt to the purification of the silvery dawn. They began to surge toward the miniature "sun," constantly intertwining and finally forming a "spider web" structure similar to the world in the mirror.
The miniature silver-white "sun" was trapped in the center by the "spider web" and began to become unstable and collapse.
Cyril glanced at it briefly and then ignored it. He quickly walked to the spirit Klein's side and pushed him forward.
Silently, layers of deep blue light spread out, quickly condensing into an illusory door in front of the two.
On the other side of the illusory gate was a three-tiered altar made of gray-white stones. In the center of the altar was a palm-sized, pure white, naked snake-haired woman.
The moment the illusory gate appeared, Klein, in his spirit form, floated inside.
He glanced at the pure white statue subconsciously, and his spirit body paused, as he felt the primal urges of his flesh and blood within his own spirit body.
He seemed to have fallen in love with the flawless statue.
Gazing at the beautiful, flawless statue, his hand holding the peacekeeper trembled slightly, unable to pull the trigger; his body and mind were engaged in a silent struggle and resistance.
Behind him, the ethereal, azure gate appeared once more.
Then, a hand crackling with tiny electric sparks reached out from behind the "door" and gently patted his spirit body.
Pilaf!
Stimulated by the electric current, Klein snapped back to his senses and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger.
boom! boom! boom!
The bullet, trailing a silver flame, landed on the altar and shattered into fragments of light like the dawn.
A small, sharp silver hurricane took shape, easily tearing apart the altar made of gray and white stones.
As the altar was destroyed, the power of the "Primordial Witch," which was drawn by the altar, lost its restraint and spread directly into this mirror world, bringing about unknown changes.
In his spirit form, Klein quickly scanned his surroundings. The miniature silver "sun" had completely collapsed, leaving only a sliver of light rapidly dissipating. The "spider web" structure, resembling a mirror world, had also abruptly disintegrated, merging into the surroundings, seemingly brewing something terrifying.
Without the slightest hesitation, he threw the peace envoy into the illusory gate behind him, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.
He ended the ritual summoning set up by Cyrien and returned to the gray fog.
Catching the Peacekeeper thrown back by Klein, Cyril glanced at the pure white statue of the "Primal Witch" in the altar ruins, suppressed the lingering feelings, reluctance, and love in his heart, and raised his hand to press lightly in the air.
The ethereal blue light rippled like water, and in an instant, a door to reality was opened.
Above the gray fog, inside the magnificent and ancient palace.
Klein sat in the "Fool's" seat, surrounded by raging gray mist, an invisible force washing over his body.
In less than two seconds, a ball of transparent threads, resembling countless thin snakes tangled together, was peeled out of his body.
Under the cleansing power of the gray mist, the transparent tuft of threads formed by the aura of the "Primordial Witch" dissipated in just a few seconds.
Having dealt with the lingering aura of the "Primal Witch" on his body, he turned his head to look at the deep red star corresponding to Cyril.
Using the lingering ritual power, he saw the attic where Cyril had set up the summoning ritual. It was empty except for a mirror placed on the floor that shimmered with an eerie light.
Meanwhile, after randomly finding a mirror to return to reality, Cyril awkwardly discovered that she had wandered into a neighbor's kitchen.
"Thank goodness I didn't barge into the restroom..."
With a soft sigh, before the homeowner could discover him, he reached out and pressed his hand against the kitchen window frame, easily flipped over, and stepped out into the alleyway.