yasinovel Chapter 201 The Powerful "Ugly Duckling" Magic
Chapter 201 The Powerful "Ugly Duckling" Magic
Chapter 201 The Powerful "Ugly Duckling" Magic
"From the unknowable sublime."
A gateway to a higher dimension...
An embodiment of art and fantasy....
"I...beg for your protection, I beg...::"
On the ground, Lawrence, struggling to support his upper body, recited the name he had repeatedly murmured in his mind in ancient Hermetic.
After repeating it twice, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
His remaining lucidity kept his eyes wide open, gazing at the crimson night sky above, awaiting his miracle... Would he really succeed?
Suddenly, he saw a figure sitting in the starry sky, whose greatness was indescribable.
He—no, he seemed to stand eternally outside the world, overlooking the mortal realm, a recorder of the world, an observer, or perhaps...
The creator?
Thoughts began to surface uncontrollably in his mind, and then he saw that magnificent figure standing outside the world casting its gaze upon him.
The next instant, the terrifying words that had been constantly echoing in his ears and directly affecting his spirit disappeared.
Lawrence lay on the ground for several seconds before finally regaining his strength and managing to stand up.
He bowed respectfully to the deep night sky dotted with a few stars overhead:
"Praise be to you, from the unknowable sublimity, you are the gateway to dimensions, you are the embodiment of art and fantasy, the merciful salvation, the brightest light of hope in the darkness."
"Thank you for your kindness and salvation, helping me through my suffering..."
Above the dimension, Cyril awkwardly reached out and lightly pinched his brow.
Although he felt he deserved such praise, he still felt somewhat embarrassed when he actually heard it with his own ears.
After getting used to the awkwardness a little, Sirion snapped his fingers amidst Lawrence's endless praise.
Snapped!
Suddenly, a thin mist appeared out of nowhere before Lawrence's eyes, weaving together to form lines of Rune words:
"Use your experience to help my followers establish the beginnings of an extraordinary force in Backlund. In exchange, you will safely pass through every full moon."
Seeing the lines of words condensing from the mist in front of him, Lawrence felt neither nervous nor worried; in fact, he felt a sense of relief.
In a world where a true God exists, help with a price tag is far more reassuring than divine generosity!
Moreover, compared to the help he received, the price he had to pay was negligible.
He doesn't need to offer up his faith or soul, it doesn't involve the Abraham family, and he doesn't need to do anything against his own will.
The only slightly troublesome thing is that he will be staying in Backlund for a long time.
After all, it is no easy task to help the chosen one of that great being establish an extraordinary force from scratch, even if it is only in its embryonic form, especially in a place like Backlund.
He paused, looking at the spot where the misty words had disappeared, wanting to ask who the chosen one of this great being was, but the image of Sirion flashed through his mind the next second. "This extraordinary speed of advancement is indeed very much in line with the chosen ones of the gods in the family records."
Above the dimension, Sirion nodded in satisfaction at Lawrence's reaction.
Building up power is a preparation for future anchors. He wasn't sure if he needed it, but it's always good to make some preparations in advance.
Moreover, this would keep Lawrence in Backlund, and only within the scope of his ability to respond to prayers would he not have to worry about Lawrence suddenly dying during the next full moon.
More importantly, he enjoys the feeling of getting others to work without paying them wages.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he controlled his mind to leave the dimension.
The moment his consciousness returned to his body, the crimson "full moon" in his hand went out, and the crimson moonlight that illuminated the surroundings also quickly dissipated into nothingness.
After waiting a few more seconds, the layer of lightless "black curtain" that had been covering the open space in front of him completely dissipated after losing its spiritual support.
He looked at Lawrence, who seemed to be in pretty good shape, and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a pang of fear, and every hair on his body stood on end.
A spiritual intuition warns that danger is approaching.
The next second, glittering starlight flew out from the void, quickly outlining a phantom door covered with mysterious symbols and patterns.
Verdu and Owen emerged from behind the "door," and before they could ask anything, Cyril stepped forward and shoved Lawrence towards them:
"Stop talking nonsense, take him with you and leave quickly, a dangerous extraordinary being is on the way."
"Then you..." Owen opened his mouth, but stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.
The Joker's intuition was triggered; he saw his clothes, pants, and shoes come to life and betray him.
He was tightly restrained, and he saw the surrounding grass, withered branches, and stones like bullets fired from a steam rifle, densely engulfing him.
Beside him, Lawrence and Verdu, both "astrologers," also felt a warning from their spiritual intuition; the sense of panic coming from all directions was so overwhelming that it was almost impossible to breathe.
Without the slightest hesitation, Verdu reached out and pulled at the "door" pattern made of emeralds, rubies and diamonds on his classical robe.
The gemstones embedded in the robe lit up intermittently, radiating a clear and dazzling starlight, and rapidly expanded to form a phantom gate shimmering with starlight.
At the same time, a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, appeared in Cyril's eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
In an instant, the surrounding area of forty or fifty meters was filled with the clear and holy silvery-white dawn light.
As the morning light enveloped the scene, the swaying grass, withered branches, and stones around them paused for a moment, and a faint, transparent figure appeared, only to vanish silently.
"Unmarried"? Why are they suddenly targeting me?
As his thoughts drifted, Sirion's gaze fell upon the "Crimson Moon Crown" he held in his hand.
He seemed to realize why he was being targeted... He should have noted down the "full moon" and sold the item directly to the vampires or Miss Sharon.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when his clothes and trousers suddenly tightened, constricting him so tightly he could hardly breathe.
It constricted his bones, making a clicking or clacking sound.
Just before he felt his ribs about to break, he rubbed his index finger on his trouser leg twice.
It smells amazing!
His clothes, as well as several dry branches on the ground around him, were set ablaze.
Once again, an illusory book appeared in his eyes.
The flames flickering at the corner of his clothes instantly expanded, engulfing his entire body.
"Flame Leap" from "The Magician"!
Just before the "Flame Leap" was about to be completed, a layer of white frost suddenly appeared on the ground, and the few weak, flickering flames were instantly extinguished.
"Flame Jump" failed.
Without the special protection provided by his extraordinary ability during "Flame Leap," Cyril instantly felt the surrounding flames burning his body.
He played with fire and got burned.
Ignoring the burning flames on his body, Cyril glanced at the location where Owen and the others had teleported away, and the "Crimson Moon Crown" in his hand transformed once again into a crimson "full moon".
The crimson moonlight bathed the surroundings, illuminating the darkness and bringing spiritual nourishment and enhanced inspiration...
At the same time, the illusory, slowly turning book in his eyes reappeared.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Bathed in crimson flames, Cyril arched slightly as the flames burned him, and white, ethereal feathers sprouted from his back.
These feathers clustered together to form a pair of pure white, broad wings, which then slowly and irresistibly unfolded.
Beneath the wings, Cyril's figure transformed into a blurry humanoid shape composed of dazzling starlight and countless transparent wing-like membranes.
In that instant, everything froze, as if the pause button had been pressed, and reality was frozen into a painting.
The "Mysterious Reappearance" from Bernadette allows users to reveal the "Ugly Duckling," an incomplete mythical creature!
Cyrien does not have an incomplete mythical creature form, but the "Ugly Duckling" "mysterious reappearance" reveals his true nature, which allows him to actively expose his own corruption to the outside world.
Beside his right hand, which held the "full moon," a transparent figure, filled with pain and distorted to the point of being deformed, appeared out of thin air.
He was a man wearing a black clergy robe.
He wore a black glove on his left hand, had a thin face, brownish skin, and sunken eyes that made him look like a dried-up corpse.
At this moment, the skin on his body resembled the shroud on a mummy, aged and separated from the flesh, hanging loosely on his body.
Beneath the skin was not normal flesh and blood, but a human-shaped mass that was constantly writhing and filled with eerie, black mucus.