Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 16 Leiden
Prophet Crow Feather saw the soul fragment in William's hand, felt the familiar breath on it, and asked hesitantly:
"But but but...how is this done?"
Although he knew that the Corrupted Moon Undead Tide that occurred in the Great Cemetery some time ago was prevented by the Chief Judge in front of him, it was still difficult for him to imagine snatching soul fragments back from the hands of the Void King.
Is it possible to snatch something from the hands of a void king?
William did not answer the other party's question. After a few seconds of silence, he put the soul fragments back into the storage space and said calmly:
"First, tell me about the soul fragment that is sealed underground in Black Light City."
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Black Light City, Jiaoyu Lane.
A mysterious man wrapped in a gray robe with his face covered tightly was walking on a black stone road full of sewage and rotten rat corpses. He looked back from time to time , as if to confirm whether there was anyone following him.
He turned left and right along the maze-like alleys, and even made several deliberate circles, before finally stopping in front of the door of an underground wine cellar covered with green moss.
Finally, he turned around to make sure that no one was following him, and then he knocked on the dilapidated wine cellar door according to a certain pattern.
After a while, the tightly closed trapdoor on the door opened, and a pair of sharp eyes looked at him through the rusty grid.
"Take off your mask, and bring your magic medium in from here."
The man behind the door spoke in an emotionless tone.
As soon as he finished speaking, a hidden mechanism on the door turned, and a small door specially used to store visitors' weapons opened on this seemingly shabby door, with sealing runes engraved on it.
"Come on, don't you recognize me?"
Hearing the other party's impolite words, the gray-robed man replied with some anger.
It was humiliating enough for him to run from Thorn City to this place in a panic and worry about spies all day long. After finally finding this place, his magic medium was taken away. For him who was once in a high position, it was simply a direct insult.
"Take off the mask and put the magic medium in. Don't make me repeat this for the third time."
The man said without changing his tone.
The gray-clothed man looked at the man in the door angrily, but the man's eyes remained calm. After a few seconds of stalemate, he could only silently say "people are under the eaves" in his heart, and then took off his mask.
This person was actually the adjutant of the Rose Palace Mage Hall who had previously served under Vincent.
But compared to his previous elegant and scholarly appearance, he now looked like a homeless man. His clothes were ragged, his face looked tired, and his hair and beard were messy because they had not been taken care of for a long time.
He gritted his teeth and took out a magic medium with a child's skull embedded in it from his robe, and stuffed it into the small door according to the other party's instructions.
The mechanism on the door turned, his magic trigger was taken in, and the man inside the door also closed the trap door.
There were a series of sounds of locks being unlocked, hinges being removed, and rituals being shut down from behind the door. After a full minute, the shabby-looking wooden door was finally opened.
"Come in, former adjutant of the Rose Palace Mage Hall, former Lord Blackblood, Lord Leighton."
A man wearing a polished silver chain mail and holding a short sword engraved with blood-red patterns opened the door for him. Although his tone was still emotionless as before, everything he said was full of sarcasm.
To Leiden, who had been stripped of all his titles and was wanted as a heretic wizard, the words "before" and "once" sounded particularly harsh.
But faced with the facts, what else can he say?
Should I say something cruel to a gatekeeper here that would make him laugh out loud, like "That old bastard Vincent is only in power for a while, but sooner or later I will make him pay back everything with interest"?
In the end, Leighton had no choice but to glare at the man in front of him, and then walked into the underground secret room disguised as a wine cellar without saying a word.
But he stopped before he took a few steps. He looked back at the door and saw the man raising the sword in his hand as if blocking something.
"What's wrong?"
Leighton asked in an unhappy tone.
"It can't come in either."
The man raised his sword and pointed it at the empty space and said.
"I say, are you still the so-called gifted sect that wants to spread the gospel of the Moon Realm? As a Moon Realm contractor, can't I even bring my contracted partner with me?"
Leiden was furious. It was already annoying enough that his magic medium was taken away and he was mocked. Now the other party did not allow him to bring in his last resort, the Moon Realm Spirit that he had signed a contract with. Wasn't he really going to be at the mercy of the other party?
"This is what the headmaster meant. Anyone attending this meeting is not allowed to bring in their contract partner."
The other party continued speaking without changing his tone.
"So what are you holding in your hand?"
Leighton asked as he looked at the dagger in the other's hand with the blood-colored patterns constantly changing.
He could see that there was a blood blade demon living in the sword.
Blood Blade Demons, followers of Brand, the King of Dead Blood.
They prefer to choose a swordsmith rather than a magic caster as their anchor point to reality. Once they successfully descend into the real world, they will encourage the swordsmith to forge a "peerless magic sword", and in the final stage of sword forging, they will seduce or directly manipulate their contracted partner to sacrifice and sharpen the blade for this "magic weapon", so that their anchor point will be transferred to that sword.
Anyone who wields the magic sword will be controlled by it.
A fable widely circulated in the empire - a young and energetic man pursued a powerful " magic weapon . After many hardships, he drew his sword and defeated his opponent, but he also fell into bloodthirsty madness and finally ushered in complete depravity.
The prototype of this story is taken from the weapons contaminated by the Blood Blade Demon.
"I'm sorry, I should have been more explicit."
As the man spoke, he waved the magic sword in his hand, and suddenly a few drops of dark green liquid flowed out of thin air.
Leighton felt a surge of pain in his etheric domain, followed by a dull growl.
"All the losers who attend this meeting are not allowed to bring their own contractors in."
The man said as he looked at Leighton's face which was red with anger.
"After all, in the new order of the future, you losers should be grateful that you have a place to stay."
