Without giving Bernice any chance to fight back, he suddenly swung his sleeves, and his whole body disintegrated into countless tiny and irregular black flakes like paper, and pounced forward like a startled wasp!
He activated the "Night Stealth" that was unique to the upper vampires, disappeared into the darkness, and attacked Bernice along the almost ubiquitous shadows of the trees in the woods!
However, at the same time, he faintly heard a low groan.
A voice that is pleasant to the ears, sounds like the sound of nature, ethereal and transparent, yet has a distinct childishness, as if it is an illusion and unreal:
"The Moon is forbidden here..."
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This is a long chapter of 3200 words, and I accidentally made the reasoning part a bit long-winded... Please forgive me.
In fact, it was originally more complicated and detailed, but after writing it, I felt that it was unnecessary and readers could imagine it themselves, so I simplified some parts.
Chapter 326 New Investigation
"ignition……"
In the dimly lit room, a low chant suddenly sounded from somewhere.
"boom!--"
As soon as the words fell, a ball of orange-red light suddenly rose from the darkness, leaping and swaying in the air, and finally stabilized into a thumb-sized droplet-shaped flame.
The bright orange outer flame and the bright yellow core burned quietly in the windless air, like a faint flame on a candlestick.
With the help of the flame released by this flame, you can see that one or two centimeters below it, there is a palm with a small and delicate shape, fine and clear texture, fair skin, but calloused due to frequent labor.
"… expansion…"
After the flames in the air stabilized, a second low hum sounded from the side.
"boom!"
There was another crackling sound of expanding flames, and the thumb-sized flame suddenly seemed to be filled with fuel, and its size and brightness increased dramatically in an instant.
In a very short time, it turned into a fireball as big as half a head.
The shape is no longer a teardrop shape that is small on the top and large on the bottom, but is close to a uniform and standard sphere.
The surging flames completely illuminated the not-so-spacious room, and also illuminated the owner of the hand.
Her orange medium-short hair was tied up with a tie and simply draped behind her back; her fair and slightly awkward face exuded a composure that was not in line with her age; her well-shaped and well-proportioned eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if she was thinking about something seriously.
Hill, a new geological exploration and mapping personnel of the "Distorted Earth" and "Last Kingdom", was a lucky man who had received the gift of the outer god who called himself the "True Creator" three days ago.
She sat on the edge of the hard bed, wearing a neat light-colored long-sleeved top and a short brown jacket with a leather-like texture on her upper body, the hem of which just reached her waist, and hard-soled mid-calf leather boots on her feet.
He looked very neat and tidy, full of energy, like a hunter who was about to go into battle.
Staring closely at the blazing orange fireball in her palm, feeling the heat and wind blowing towards her, she took a deep breath and recited in a low, serious, short and clear voice:
“…Throw.”
"brush--"
The fireball, which had been burning quietly, suddenly rushed forward as if it had received an order, and rushed straight towards the wall of the room not far away, a gray-white stone wall made of stone bricks, with the momentum of an arrow.
“…Hill.”
However, at the moment when the fireball left her hand, a very familiar voice broke into her mind without warning.
"Eh?!"
Hill's quiet thoughts were disturbed for a moment by this sudden call.
Although she successfully adjusted her mentality to normal in less than half a meter, that moment of confusion still affected her current behavior.
"call--"
The flying fireball deviated to the right by several degrees, and followed a zigzag trajectory towards a position that was not the target.
It was a wooden cabinet placed in the corner of the room.
"not good……"
Hill immediately realized that something was wrong. The fireball she released should have hit the non-flammable and heat-resistant stone wall, and nothing would have happened except for a splash of sparks.
But if it hits a wooden structure, it will definitely cause a fire.
Her thoughts raced as fast as lightning. With extremely fast reaction speed, she read out a word loudly:
"Undo!"
“Shh!——”
At the same time, the fireball that was about to hit the wooden cabinet made a harsh and sharp sound, and like charcoal being broken by water, it disappeared completely in an instant.
The room that was originally illuminated by the firelight returned to being dim and difficult to see, and countless silhouettes disappeared into the shadows.
"call--"
Hill breathed a sigh of relief after being safe, then straightened his expression a little, and said to himself respectfully and sincerely:
"My Lord, what can I do for you?"
"Pay attention to your practice progress."
The True Creator spoke in a voice that was soothing and pleasant that it seemed to soothe people's hearts:
"By the way, I want to ask you about the situation over there."
"Forehead……"
Hill stared at the dark ceiling, pondered for a few seconds, and then replied in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, I've only just mastered the abilities of the first stage 'apprentice', and I'm still a long way from the second stage 'master'..."
As she spoke, her head dropped involuntarily, looking ashamed and apologetic.
"...Well, go on."
The voice of the "True Creator" in my head paused for a moment, and said without any surprise, then changed the subject and asked:
"What's the current situation of the operation you mentioned earlier?"
During these few days, the "True Creator" contacted me almost every day at the scheduled time.
Two days ago, the "Holy See of Redemption" suddenly gave her an order, saying that there would be a new investigation outside the city in a few days, and the specific time had not yet been finalized. She was asked to recuperate and calm down during this period, and make corresponding preparations.
Hill told the "True Creator" the news on the same day, and this is exactly what He is asking about now.
Nodding slightly, Hill replied with a prepared answer:
"Last night, the Church of Redemption issued a clear notice, confirming that the investigation outside the city will be conducted in three days... that is, the day after tomorrow. I am now making the necessary preparations."
As she spoke, she stood up from the bed, spread her arms and turned around, showing her tight and capable clothes to the "Real Creator", as if she was sure that the great existence who was speaking only in her mind could see it.
"Look, I'm going to go to the 'training ground' later to do some necessary practical exercises."
“Well, that’s good.”
The voice in my mind said calmly, and suddenly asked with some interest:
"By the way, if you find valuable items in the ruins or ruins outside the city by your own efforts during an exploration or survey, are you qualified to possess them?"
"This one……"
Hilton looked embarrassed when asked such a question.
Because she can roughly guess what the other person wants to express.
"I haven't paid for the 'Veil of Secrets' spell He gave me that day... According to the transaction principle of the 'True Creator', material rewards should also be material. I must sacrifice spiritual items...
"But according to the archives of the Church of Redemption, I am an ordinary person without any extraordinary talents or powers. I am not qualified to hold spiritual items for a long time, let alone sacrifice them to others..."
Thinking of this, she knew that at least in the short term, she would not be able to repay the price of the magic talisman and could only keep buying it on credit.
Although the "True Creator" himself didn't seem to care, she couldn't help feeling ashamed of wasting other people's trust and owing them favors.
"My lord, it is like this."
Hill twisted his hands restlessly in front of his stomach and explained very embarrassedly, his voice becoming lower and lower:
"All the materials collected by the expedition team outside the city must be handed over to the 'Holy See of Redemption' upon return as the common assets of the Last Kingdom, and then the 'Holy See of Redemption' will distribute them in a unified manner according to the will of the sacred 'Pure White Gate'.
"In my situation... you know, the chances of getting spiritual items... I'm afraid it's very slim."
"Perhaps, you can change your thinking."
The True Creator said in an unchanged tone.
"Well?"
Hill raised his head and tilted it in confusion:
"what do you mean……?"
"It's impossible to distribute the items that have been handed in to you, so why don't you just not hand them in?"
"what?!"
Hill was immediately shocked and quickly explained:
"Sir! This is impossible! Every team sent out will be led by at least one 'Requiem Master'. In the eyes of such a senior, things like team members hiding supplies will be discovered immediately!"
"Perhaps you have misunderstood something," the mysterious and great being's voice sounded somewhat helpless, "Who told you to hide it? When you find it, can't you just give it to me when no one is paying attention?"
Hearing this, Hill was stunned and said in astonishment:
"You mean, I should perform the sacrifice ceremony right on the spot? But, with such an obvious action, the team members will definitely notice it..."
The rituals of offering sacrifices to gods were not necessarily elaborate, since a considerable part of the ritual was intended to please the deity to whom it was addressed, lest it should feel offended and punish itself.
If the gods themselves did not care about those details, many procedures could be deleted.
But there are some necessary links and steps that cannot be omitted, such as lighting a few candles, drawing rune arrays, chanting the other party's name, etc.
It is impossible to take out chalk and candles and draw on the ground while silently reciting an unknown name under the noses of the team members and captains, right?
This would most likely be seen as a precursor to mental disorder due to being eroded by the "rust plague" and about to mutate out of control!
"Who told you to do it in front of others?"
For some reason, Hill felt that the tone of the "True Creator" seemed a little speechless:
"I've already given you the method. As for how to do it, it's up to you to decide. I'm not in a hurry anyway, so there's no need for you to be too deliberate."
"Okay, okay..."
Hill nodded in surprise. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly heard the other party say:
"...That's all for today. I'm hanging up now."
"Hang up? Uh... OK, bye, sir..."
Hill said goodbye to the voice in her head with a little confusion, and stood there waiting for a few more minutes. Only after confirming that the great being from the other world had turned his gaze away did she sigh slightly.
She stretched out her right hand, spread her five fingers naturally, and placed her palm upward in front of her. Her expression gradually became calmer, and she recited in a low voice in a serious and earnest manner:
"Ignition... expansion..."
"boom!"
Along with the dull sound of flames rising, another orange-yellow fireball appeared in her palm.
“…Throw.”
At the command, the fireball rushed straight towards the stone wall and hit the designated position without stopping. With a "crash", it shattered into pieces of sparks and soon went out completely.
And at the place where the stone wall was hit, a small bright red area appeared, which gradually dimmed and cooled down.
Those are the semi-melted marks left after the rock was baked and burned at extremely high temperatures.
Hill watched the red patch gradually return to normal and slowly clenched his palms.
At this moment, she confirmed that she had become a complete "apprentice".
The duration of practice is... three days.
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