leonardwarren Chapter 88 Continuous Prayers
Chapter 88 Continuous Prayers
Chapter 88 Continuous Prayers
"You don't need to do anything for me; jumping from one cage to another is not true freedom."
"Can."
Triss opened her mouth as she watched the words formed by the swirling mist on the mirror, but didn't know what to say.
She felt that the being she had accidentally connected with through the magic mirror was neither an evil god nor a righteous one. She had also once worshipped the "Lord of Storms," but had never received a response. The closest she had ever come to the "Lord of Storms" was when she prayed before the storm emblem in the church.
The person in the mirror, she subconsciously felt, was a talkative and gentle person, or rather, someone full of humanity!
She paused, looked at the fogged-up mirror, and hesitantly spoke:
"Then, what should I do?"
On the mirror, Cyril's reply quickly appeared in the form of words:
"Do what you want to do."
Triss immediately pressed, "Then can I escape this manor, escape Backlund?"
Mirror: "Yes, but you can't escape."
Triss: "Why?"
Mirror: "It's not the right time yet."
Just after answering Triss's question, Cyril suddenly sensed a disturbance in the mirror world, as if a gaze was looking in his direction.
Without the slightest hesitation, he severed the connection established by Triss's prayers, freeing his mind from the mirror world.
After he left, the mirror world suddenly trembled with bliss, its blurred boundaries rippling with transparent waves, as if an unseen hand had gently caressed it, bestowing upon it ultimate pleasure.
The mirror world, constantly trembling, is filled with blurry mist and an indistinct darkness that cannot be seen from any angle. It repeats what just happened, but it is neither real nor coherent, as if it has been greatly disturbed.
Soon, the battle in the mirror world ceased, and the blurry mist and darkness disappeared, restoring peace to everything. However, the originally deep and dark mirror world now seemed to have an additional layer of gray-white.
Wildy Street, South of the Bridge.
Cyril yawned and sat up in bed. He glanced at the full-length mirror in the corner with lingering fear, wondering whether he should put it in the storage room.
"That heart-pounding feeling mixed with irresistible pleasure just now, it must have been the gaze of the 'Primordial Witch'."
Fortunately, my spiritual intuition has greatly improved since becoming an astrologer, allowing me to break free from the mirror image as soon as I noticed the problem.
"I really can't enter the mirror world during this period, and my spiritual state is also not good."
As he muttered to himself, he suddenly heard another layered, illusory prayer in his ears, this time from a man, his voice hoarse as if he had phlegm stuck in it.
"Come again"
After grumbling, Sirion lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes to meditate.
As the spiritual resonance of the prayers echoed in his ears, his spirit was rapidly elevated by an invisible force.
We've entered another dimension, a dimension from which we can look down upon reality.
Then he saw the flickering, active points of prayer light in the reality below, which was like a canvas without thickness.
As his spirituality spread and touched that point of prayer, the tiny dot began to expand, transforming into countless lines and surfaces that intertwined to form a small, illusory yet complete space.
Within the illusory space extending from the points of prayer, Cyril saw House, who was wearing a black wool coat and a half-high round hat.
His hair, which was originally only half white, has now turned almost entirely white, and his light blue eyes are no longer as clear as before. He doesn't look very energetic.
However, Cyril noticed a glint in House's cloudy eyes after he responded to his prayer.
"It seems that being underground at St. Hillan Cathedral isn't a good place to stay either."
"That's true. After all, the underground of the church is where sealed artifacts are stored. There must be methods to suppress those sealed artifacts, just like the Charles Gate underground of the Church of the Night, which can cause corruption to people who stay there for a long time."
"Furthermore, the fact that he remained underground at the Cathedral of St. Hillan for so long without collapsing and going out of control is entirely due to the advantage of the 'General Knowledge' pathway in this regard; it allows one to suppress the most sealed artifacts with the least amount of power."
In the murmurs, he heard House's somewhat weak words of praise and apology:
"A sublime being, you are the gateway to dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"Please forgive me for not being able to pray to you during this time. The Mechanical Heart's secret observation of me only ended today. I prayed to you immediately and beg for your understanding."
"Would your sublime existence persuade your humble believers to leave this false god's church? I would rather follow you than stay in this place full of hypocrisy and lies."
Cyril immediately rejected the suggestion: "There's no need to leave."
"If you stay in the church of steam, it's best to get into their upper echelons so that you can demonstrate your value when necessary."
"When the end times come, you will return to me in glory and redeem the world on my behalf."
As he finished speaking, House became incredibly enthusiastic, as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
"I will obey Your divine decree and will surely go to Your Kingdom to meet You in glory!"
...Fanatical believers are better; they don't need to be fooled.
He sighed inwardly and decided to find something for this fanatic to do, otherwise he always felt like he was just a background character.
After a moment's thought, he raised his hand and lightly tapped the empty space in front of him. Vibrant and rich colors appeared out of thin air, flowing like water.
Finally, a tarot deck was formed.
Sure enough!
Cyril's eyes lit up slightly. After learning that the title of "High Dimensional Overlord" included the description "Creator of the World in the Painting," he had been wondering if he could do something similar. That's why he suddenly tried it just now, following his inspiration.
Although the essence of this creation is merely a trick of "creating fog" and "freezing," the very act of changing the form of these two abilities according to one's own thoughts carries the meaning of creation itself.
He pushed the tarot cards in front of House, who looked at him in confusion. Before he could ask, a tarot card flew out of the deck and landed in House's hand.
The front of this card depicts a demon with goat horns, a pair of bat-like membranous wings on its back, a tail, and bull hooves.
The Devil card in the 22 Tarot decks!
Seeing this, Sirion chuckled and said, "You have a good opportunity to show your skills. Perhaps you can go further in the Heart of the Machine."
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"The perpetrator of the Backlund serial murders was a man-made demon dog."
"Serial murders are a ritual necessary for the 'devil' to ascend to the status of an 'apostle of desire.' The interval between murders is between 3 and 9 days, with a minimum of 13 people and a maximum of 49. The more people killed, the better the ritual's effect."
"You can guide the people of Mechanical Heart to investigate in this direction. If you succeed, you will receive a good reward."
House's slightly cloudy eyes lit up a little. This was indeed a good opportunity. He knew about the recent serial murders in Backlund. The Mechanical Heart had been working on it, but there had been no real progress. He hadn't expected that the murderer was not an ordinary person, or even a human.
He paused, then lowered his head and respectfully addressed the direction of Sirius:
"I will obey your divine decree!"
Cyril nodded slightly. He wanted to say something more, but realizing that his spirituality was beginning to dry up, he was forced to end the communication.
Before completely severing the connection, he used the "fog" and "freeze" tricks again, causing lines of words to condense on the ground in front of House:
Be aware of the malice of the "demon." If an action that could cause fatal harm to it in a very short time occurs and is carried out by someone, it can sense, perceive, and grasp where and from whom the danger comes.
In just a second or two, the words that had solidified on the floor and the Devil card that House was holding shattered silently.
It turned into a thin mist and vanished completely.
House reached out and grabbed at the mist, then looked away with some disappointment. He had thought he could keep this divinely bestowed item forever.
With a melancholy sigh, he squatted down and began to tidy up the makeshift altar that had been set up on the floor for prayer.
After tidying up the room, he straightened his clothes and then went out.
These past few days were supposed to be his days off, but now he plans to cut his vacation short. His Mechanical Heart team happens to be in charge of this serial murder case, which is a good opportunity.
He only needs to provide some guidance and show off his abilities appropriately. Once the serial murder case is solved, he will be able to make a significant contribution.
After that, as long as he successfully advances to Sequence 7, he will most likely become the captain of the newly formed Mechanical Heart Squad.