"I see."
Through the insane words of the zombie, Wei Miao finally pieced together the secrets under the city hall.
One sentence is enough to summarize, it is not complicated.
"The soul hunter, the mayor, the father of the wights...serves the Silent Death in order to transform the wights into humans. But does the ritual require souls as firewood..."
This is his pursuit, his expectation.
It's not surprising that wights can see ghost hunters in ghost form.
Having been burned by the cold fireworks for three hundred years, I might have developed a pair of piercing eyes.
Of course, the more reliable reason is that its essence has already been subtly changed in the flames, and it has stepped into the extraordinary.
The burning of fire has always been used for purification in rituals. Burn away impurities and achieve purity.
The induction from the special residents is not directed at the ghouls, but at the entire magic circle!
There is a huge amount of soul power accumulated in the magic circle.
“The white candle as a ritual object is a symbol of the progress of the magic circle. When all seven white candles are lit, it corresponds to the perfection of ‘seven’.”
“So, This is not a sacrifice formation, but a refining formation?"
Wei Miao looked at everything in front of her with interest. Only the refining formation can change the essence of matter and refine it into something brand new.
It may be promotion, it may be degradation.
"Do it for a long time, just for the sublimation of one ghoul?"
Wei Miao didn't know what the mayor thought, spending 300 years, at the expense of the souls of countless tourists, with endless ghouls At the cost of suffering, as the corpse ghost said, is it really worth it?
She had no intention of savoring the complex emotions of the father and son, and raised the scythe in her hand: "Can I just kill you?"
The corpse urged fervently: "This is not you. The last step? What are you still hesitating about? We have been waiting for this moment for a long time! I am finally free!"
The unbridled malice is coming, and Wei Miao has no doubt that if it can be freed! , will be a disaster for all living beings.
But this has nothing to do with her.
On the contrary, she is very interested in refining the formation, and the opportunity to observe the refining and sublimation process is rare.
The conditions for success in forging an array are extremely demanding, requiring astonishing starting resources and precise depiction of the array. In particular, it requires the creator of the array to have a thorough understanding of the nature of the transformation, and there can be no mistakes in the process.
Therefore, qualified masters of the formation formation are all famous in the world. If they design a practical high-level formation formation, they will be proud of their peers.
Huge investment, extremely low fault tolerance, and uncontrollable expectations...a series of factors have led to the rarity of the formation formations, let alone successful formation formations.
With the intervention of the Silent Death, the refinement will be successful.
It is very difficult to comprehend some of the true meaning of refinement from sublimation, but first she must ensure that refinement is opened.
The corpse ghost is still in the flesh at this moment, with both spirit and body present.
Beheading means destroying the physical body and rebuilding a new body.
Use the refining array as a reactor and the accumulated soul power as fuel to smelt old quality into new quality.
After being refined, it is broken and then established.
"As you wish."
The scythe was raised high, with a gray-black shadow of destruction extending from the blade.
She has been able to freely control the power of the soul hunters and is no longer bound by the rules of hunting.
Wei Miao did not want to be contaminated by the strange flames, so she stood outside the formation and cut off the sickle in her hand.
Invisible power raged around the corpse, and interlaced black lines appeared on its body.
The ghoul twitched the corners of his mouth, trying hard to form a smile.
The next moment, half of the ferocious face was shattered into pieces of flesh, and the blood that was about to burst out was evaporated into blood mist by the flames in the blink of an eye.
Its body was like falling apart building blocks, collapsing into bloody parts before her eyes, without any sense of beauty.
Although Wei Miao did not understand the vitality of the ghoul, with his body broken into pieces like this, she estimated that the ghoul was hopeless.
Its flesh and blood fell into the magic circle, and only a section of its limbs was still hanging on the black chain. The incomplete yellow eyeball rolled down a little distance towards Wei Miao, and was swallowed up by the flames the next moment.
The fire suddenly became fierce. Nourished by flesh and blood, the green flames rose like crazy, flying two meters high and engulfing the gray and white cross.
Distorted light and shadow danced on the wall. The intensity of the fire had completely covered up the pattern of the magic circle, and even the white candles on the edge were burned and extinguished.
The stench remaining in the space is no longer so pungent.
The end of refinement has begun!
Wei Miao took a step back unconsciously and narrowed her eyes.
She felt the huge accumulated soul power. Their restlessness was frightening, and the storm they set off was enough to destroy the entire town!
“Alas——”
Suddenly, Wei Miao heard her sigh.
Immediately, she found that she was excluded from the soul hunter's body!
Appearing in the phantom image of Mr. Gray Rabbit, she is standing three steps away from the soul hunter, watching all this.
"The magic circle is not complete, there is still one step left..."
The real soul hunter seemed to be talking to her, and seemed to be mumbling to himself.
“One step left?” Wei Miao realized something.
After saying this, the soul hunter stepped forward and fearlessly stepped into the fire.
Green Flame accepted him enthusiastically. First, the cloak woven by Crow Feather disappeared into ashes, and soon, the flame penetrated into the skin.
His whole body melted strangely, and his figure gradually shrank, instead of turning into charcoal like a corpse.
The spiritual giant scythe broke into pieces and was thrown into the fire by him.
His legs could no longer support his body, and he fell to the ground, his figure obscured by the flames.
From beginning to end, he never said a word.
The soul hunter's voluntary sacrifice was like adding fuel to the fire. The green flames almost reached the ceiling, and the intensity was staggering.
Silver-white streams of light continue to rise from the magic circle and fall into the gray-white cross.
A misty light lit up on the gray cross.
A bound shadow was created on it.
"The new soul hunter? No, compared to it, the soul hunter is like a firefly compared to the bright moon."
Although he is a bystander without the right to act, Wei Miao has all five senses and can also detect it. The power of the shadow far exceeds that of the soul hunter.
The head that resembles a crow but is not a crow seems to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to peek. Two pairs of cloak-like wings surround the body, with crow feathers flashing around the body. Just looking at it makes it difficult to bear its all-cutting sharpness.
It was motionless, as if sleeping.
Even so, there is a thrilling feeling.
It's hard to imagine what it will be like when it wakes up.
"It is not sublimated into a human being. Its essence is more like approaching the Silent Death. Countless souls support its birth. I am afraid that this is the masterpiece that the Silent Death most expects..."
Wei Miao never stopped thinking, and her expectations never faded.
She may witness the birth of an incredible existence. Is there a rarer opportunity to observe than this?
Under the smelting of the fire, the shadow gradually solidified.
But something was missing after all.
Wei Miao looked at this existence: "Light has a shape, but no substance?"
Although the foundation of the platform has been completed, the finishing touch is missing.
In other words, the driving force for sublimation is still lacking. (End of this chapter)