<h4>Chapter 504: Summoning</h4>
Trantor: Trantion Nation Editor: Trantion Nation
Sheyan simply chuckled in response to the diviner’s suspicion.
"Go ahead."
That gypsy diviner appeared like an expert. Leaning in for a careful inspection, she eventually nodded and announced.
"It is genuine, this tail had indeed been severed from a living Chupacabra. Moreover, it has strangely retained its freshness, as though it was just chopped off. With this tail, it is indeed possible for an alchemist to produce an ointment imitation of its scent."
Jiejie was currently pacing back and forth within the tent. Evidently, an intense battle of notions was currently ongoing in her heart. Then, she suddenly dered.
"Regardless, offending that invincible existence who ced the seal is out of the question. If not, our troubles will never end. However, though unsealing it is impossible, we can weaken the strength of this seal to its weakest state. Proceeding from there, you can seek out a priest or simply sprinkle holy water to unseal it. This is the best we can do."
Sheyan asked dully.
"But how can I know you have weakened the strength of the seal to its weakest state?"
Jiejie snorted and fumed.
"We gypsies have never resorted to deceit!"
Sheyan contemted before answering.
"Fine! But I will be observing the ritual from beginning till the end."
Several gypsies nced at each other before reassuring.
"That isn’t a problem. Instead remember this - not a single reckless movement or sound must be made, and only you are permitted to stay."
Reef then bluntly shrugged his shoulders with regret, as he turned to exit the tent. Sheyan thenughed.
"It’s a deal."
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After a sequence of hurried preparations; the torches within the tent were then extinguished, and the people cleared out. Only 12 gypsy diviners remained as they formed into a circle, their fingers interlocked before their bosoms. Mumbling incessantly with their lips, the two sculptures behind the throne were encircled within.
All of a sudden, those two sculptures emitted a living sensation. As bright as thebusting sunset, four stunning beams cascaded out from the four gem pupils of the sculptures; cauterizing out distinct scorched lines onto the ground. An indescribable welling pain would gue the eyes of onlookers who nced at it.
After a long while, a fledgling shape gradually emerged within this ritual circle; shockingly exhibiting the sketching of a satanic six sided star!
Soon after, a red veiled diviner released an uncanny husky and shrilling screech.
From outside, several warriors d in armour strolled in with emotionless demeanor, as they escorted a male who was masqueraded by a ck head cloth.
Sheyan’s present expression turned graver, as he discovered he had underestimated the difficulty of the gypsies weakening the seal. Looking at the current scene, were they shockingly about to engage in human sacrifice?
While Sheyan pondered, those armoured warriors drilled their des into the back of the male, before pushing him into the ritual circle.
Though the strength of these warriors couldn’t be considered great, Sheyan could tell they had stabbed their des into his heart; a cleanly execution of direct fatality. Furthermore, blood didn’t ssh haphazardly out from the man’s word. Clearly, those warriors were professional assassins.
13 corpses piled up in session inside the ritual circle.
A forlorn depiction of terror ensued as blood drenched the ritual circle, with flesh and foam overflowing out. Blood trickled and interweaved within the ritual circle as though possessing sentience, looking exceedingly horrifying; as though a giant had been ughtered within this six-sided star formation, and shifted into a dying loop.
ck mist begun permeating up from the ritual circle gradually, alongside the thunderous rumblings from underground; as though a colossal creature was wrestling intensely within.
Unbeknownst why, this massive tent was howling with the sounds of wind, and brewing with fierce intent; gradually, the wind sliced against their faces, issuing a pain akin to a scorching knife.
Through the gaps of the ck mist, distinct crevices could be seen erupting at the center of this ritual circle; as though something was viciously drilling upwards beneath.
Very quickly. A gigantic egg emerged, formed by the dposing flesh and blood of those 13 corpses. The egg’s surface appeared like a muttion, with agonizing and weeping faces revolving around its periphery that were unleashing bitter piercing wails.
At this moment, Jiejie tossed the ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’ into the ritual circle.
Instantaneously, 4-5 cracks shattered, producing an opening at the tip of that gigantic egg. ck crimson blood mist purged out from the opening, maintaining the hovering ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’ in mid air.
At this instance, Sheyan could vividly observe;yers of square brilliance were stunningly confounding onto the ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’. Those square brilliance stackedyer uponyer, interweaving as though confining the shackles of time and space. Such a scene incited a subconscious impression of dark clouds and shes of lightning through the vast skies.
A long stream of superfluous phrases were recited out of Jiejie’s mouth; anguage seemingly alien to Sheyan. Jiejie recited with matchless fluidity, her words and tone released a sensation of attempt to distort time, and throw one’s vision into disarray.
At this instant, Sheyan irrationally recalled the rapping of African American rappers; reckoning that Jiejie would surely be able to be world renowned back in the real world in this particr field.
As Jiejie’s vocals started to synch with cadence, that gigantic egg gradually ignited with massive mes. The grotesque faces on it started to warp, as its mutted surface melted away; issuing ‘sizzz sizzz’ sizzles as it dripped onto the ground. Indigo fumes saturated out without dispersing.
Under the persistent fumigation of the indigo fumes, theyers of squarish brilliance ovepping the ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’ begun turning dim. Then, like ss shattering,yers begun peeling off and dissipated into the atmosphere; projecting out a sensation of silent surreptitiousness.
Yet, the fleshyposition of the gigantic egg was rapidly diminishing. Despite that, Jiejie was already duly prepared, as she repeatedly called for ck cloth masqueraded males to be escorted in for the ughter. Hence, the problem of energy malnourishment and replenishment didn’t ur.
At present, Sheyan finally understood why these gypsy males appeared dispirited and lifeless.
Indeed, they were living in such precarious states. Even for talented and promising males, they could only deteriorate with age in the face of such apathetic and merciless oppression.
Watching asyers on the seal were stripped off…when the finalyer was round the corner, Jiejie finally released a sigh. She then spoke with a low voice.
"Once thisyer is stripped off, the final remainingyer contains the lingering soul of Morgan Fokke within it. Though its vengeance is gravely incited by the removal of thoseyers of seal, it itself remains rtively puny."
"Oh." Sheyan reacted and continued.
"I understand. A vigorous fighting spirit from the heart can uplift a warrior, but a dagger can still easily puncture his heart."
Jiejie nodded and advised.
"Find a church, or priest or just sprinkle holy water onto it. Help the vengeful soul of its master to find peace. Still, I must inform you. That process will still be as dangerous as before.
Sheyan humbly stood up and thanked.
"Your advice will be vital to me…"
Yet, right before theyer of seal shattered, a dull haze suddenly emerged within the 6-sided star ritual circle. Immediately following, an unfathomably bone chilling sensation overwhelmed everyone present.
If one were to observe now, one would discover the ritual circle had been astoundingly enveloped by ayer of thin ice. Theyer of thin ice was swiftly condensing, as it emitted icy crackles. Sparkling and twinkling like sapphire, its surface emitted strands of chilling steam, before spreading rapidly towards the gigantic egg at the center.
The diviner whom Reef had punched earlier suddenly released a mournful shriek.
Concurrently, with another diviner, they simultaneously leaned towards the two sculptures near Jiejie; each touching the respective sides of those sculptures. One could observe the four beams shooting out of the sculpture’s eyes turning more robust at that instant, as the iceyer enveloping the 6-sided star ritual circle begun to dissolve bit by bit.
Instead, Sheyan noticed that the exposed smooth skin of the two diviners were swiftly deteriorating, degenerating into the exact limp and wrinkled state like their faces. It appeared as though they were utilizing their vitality to support the casting magic of the two mysterious sculptures!
Eventually, following the uninterrupted fumigation of indigo mist by the gigantic flesh egg, the sealyer on the ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’ finally dissipated away.
Sighs of relief could be heard from everyone, but right at this instant, a mncholic drawn out neigh pierced into the air!
Sheyan’s pupils contracted. He had heard this particr neigh before.
It was shockingly, the neigh of that herculean demonic horse - Momore*!
(TN:*Recap, Momore is the horse of Bernard Fokke, the mount that little lord fokke rode back in vol 2)
ording to theory, the current Turtuga port had been totally decimated, and reduced into a tiny fishing vige. Ever since Little Lord Fokke’s campaign against the ck Pearl in that originally vibrant port, both sides had suffered devastatingly.
Objectively speaking, whether Little Lord Fokke and his demonic horse, Momore, could survive, was still a questionable doubt. Hence, Sheyan had never ced that man and horse in his heart at all.
Truthfully speaking, Sheyan was more wary of Ammand than Little Lord Fokke!
Sheyan couldn’t really be med for this negligence. Back in Turtuga port, he had merely observed that lord from afar; not knowing a clue about Little Fokke’s capabilities at all.
It was only now that Sheyan recognized one fact - he had thoroughly underestimated the capabilities of that defeated ‘lord’. In reality, how many individuals could go on a rampage on the ck Pearl?