Main Text Volume Chapter 381 Isabel

Angel lowered his eyebrows.

Black Castle, what they did could possibly be decent.

The effect of the magic array he derived was not actually very cruel, otherwise the Kulakuka tribe would not have lasted for thousands of years. But sometimes, straightforward cruelty is not actually the real abyss.

It was a sleepless night, but the only bright lights were at the altar under the holy mountain. West Bolock fell into silence because no one was there. The quiet streets were deserted, with only lonely street lights illuminating the ground.

Angel looked at this peaceful city, and no one knew what kind of darkness this city had under this quiet and exquisite appearance.

Staring at it, it was like staring into the abyss.

Suddenly, Angel discovered that not everyone in West Bolock had left, and an old lady with gray hair walked out of the residential building. She walked very slowly, holding a bunch of flowers in her hand.

Angel looked around, and there was no one on the streets of West Bolock, only this old lady was walking alone.

She slowly walked to a statue at the end of the street.

This statue is one of the 372 statues with magic pattern nodes.

A street lamp that attracts small moths stands next to the statue.

With the help of the street lamp, Angell saw the old lady's face clearly. Because of her age, the corners of her eyes are a little droopy, but from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, it can be seen that the old lady is a person who likes to laugh. Although her face is full of wrinkles, her temperament is very gentle and peaceful.

However, Angell noticed that the old lady's complexion was a little bad, her face was pale, and her eyes were a little cloudy, looking full of illness.

The old lady put the flowers in front of the statue with a peaceful smile on her lips.

Angell saw that she was mumbling something in her mouth, with a bitter and smiling expression, as if she was saying something.

Angell understood a little lip reading, but that was based on the other party's mouth opening wider. Now the old lady's mouth amplitude is not large, and she uses breath from time to time, so he can't hear clearly what she is saying.

But Angell has some guesses.

Perhaps she was recalling her life. She sighed and smiled from time to time, and occasionally lowered her head in silence. She was completely a dying person, reminiscing about the past and putting an end to her life.

As she spoke, she bowed to the statue, looking extremely respectful.

It was because of her action that Angell focused his attention on the statue. He had not paid attention to the statue before, but only focused on the magic pattern node centered on the statue. When he looked at the statue carefully now, he found something strange.

Although the shapes of the statues throughout West Pollock are different, there is one thing in common, that is, all the statues are carved of a woman.

Although the artistic expression methods may be different, Angell always feels that these statues should be carved of the same woman.

The statue in front of the old lady is a woman in a gauze robe with her hands clasped, her eyes closed, and a kind expression. The carving level is very high, and you can clearly see the respect the sculptor wants to express, as well as the alienation of the gauze robe woman who is deified.

"Diabolo, do you know who those statues in Xiboluoke are carved out of?" Angel took the initiative to contact Shadow with his mind band.

Shadow replied after a long while: "Huh - the temptation here is too great, I really want to rush to the temple on the top of the mountain to take a look. Hey, you were asking about the statue just now?"

"Yes, those statues are all of the same person?"

Shadow: "Oh, you just realized it now? That's right, those statues are all of the same person. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the witch in the Black Castle who led the Kulakuka tribe to this place a thousand years ago. It's also the mentor of the old witch, the King of Dusk, Isabel. By the way, now the old witch imitates her mentor in everything, and even changed her name to be very similar to Isabel. It's no wonder that she can't step into the true knowledge because she can't get out of the shadow of her mentor."

"King of Dusk, Isabel." Angel looked at the statue, how could it mean Dusk? It's not inconsistent to say that it's a holy goddess!

During Angel's conversation with Shadow, the old lady in front of the statue seemed to have finished her words. Kneeling down, her head touching the ground, she lay in front of the statue for a long time without saying a word.

After a long time, Angel saw that the old lady had not moved and walked down the mountain. After using his spiritual power to feel, he found that the old lady's body was already cold.

It was just as he thought.

The old lady may have known that she would die soon, so she did not go to the ceremony, but reminisced about the past alone, chattering with the statue until the last moment, and left with a pious heart.

Angel sensed that although the old lady had died, her weak soul still remained in the body, as if she was bidding a final farewell to this broken body.

However, at the moment when her soul left her body, the statue in front of her suddenly flashed a faint light that mortals could not see, and before she could react, her soul was swept into an unknown place.

Angel witnessed this moment, he had no intention of changing, and... powerless to change.

He just felt a little ironic.

At the last moment of her life, the old lady had not forgotten the statue she had worshipped all her life, and even had to chatter in front of the statue for the last moment before she died. But she never thought that this statue was the culprit that pushed her into the real abyss.

Although it is ironic, this is the reality.

Isabel gave the Kulakuka clan the opportunity to reproduce and never stopped it. But all this protection comes at a price, and the price is high—it costs your souls.

The body can die, but the soul is still there, and there is a trace of life in the dark.

If even the soul dies, that is true death.

Angel turned and left.

In front of the street lamp on the corner of the street, a cold corpse was kneeling in front of Isabel's statue. Isabel closed her eyes and circled her fists, as if praying for something. The wind blew, and the flowers in front of the statue spread out, and the petals danced, and finally fell on the old lady's stiff body. The gray hair and soft white petals seemed to blend into one at this moment.

You confide in me and I say goodbye to you.

…

All the way across the desolate loneliness of Sipolok, when Angel stepped into the scope of the Holy Mountain, a lively atmosphere with bright lights and continuous chants immediately surged up.

It's like walking through two different worlds, from deserted to lively.

Looking at the temple at the top of the holy mountain, the rhythm is spreading out wantonly, showing the sense of existence.

"Why are you here?" Shadow's voice suddenly came: "Are you planning to give up the calculation?"

From beginning to end, Shadow never thought that Angel could reverse the effects of the magic energy array in less than ten hours.

Angel: "It's calculated, a result without any surprises."

"It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out. Anyway... eh? You said you figured it out?! Damn it, you didn't lie to me?" Shadow was so surprised that he almost yelled, if Angel could see him. , you will find that Shadow’s eyes are not only rounded, but his hat has fallen to the ground without even realizing it.

"I have calculated a few important magic patterns, and I have almost guessed the ending. After a little verification, it is indeed expected."

Shadow was still a little unbelievable. He confirmed it several times. It wasn't until Angel answered impatiently that he reluctantly believed that this was the truth: "Okay, what is the effect of this magic energy array?"

"Confining and absorbing souls." Angel paused, "Based on several of the magic patterns involving blood, we can make a simple guess that the range of this magic energy array may not only be restricted to Xibo. Locke...instead includes all people with Kula Kuka's bloodline, even if they are not in this world, even if they are thousands of miles away, as long as they have Kura Kuka's mark, they will be lured here."

Shadow frowned: "What do you mean..."

"This race is actually forbidden by Castle Black." The Kulakuka family seems to have freedom, a peaceful and beautiful life, but these are just beautiful illusions given to them by Castle Black while they are still alive. When they die, all these appearances will be torn apart, revealing their hidden fangs, tearing their already weak souls into pieces.

"The result is not unexpected, but the method is quite unexpected." Shadow shook his head and smiled: "Perhaps Isabel once really pitied the Kulakuka clan. If she did not rescue them, it is possible that the Kulakuka clan would become extinct. However, in her eyes, I saved you, so you should repay me, but this form of repayment is a little too much."

"Whether it's a pass or a failure, we can't comment. Ordinary people rarely think about what happens after death. Death is really death to them. Maybe, even if the people of the Kulakuka tribe know about the magic array I won’t care about the effect.”

"That's right. Ordinary people's sight only stops in front of them." Shadow paused: "However, after hearing what you said, I feel psychologically reassured. Do you know where those imprisoned souls have gone? ?”

Angel pointed to the temple on the Holy Mountain: "It should be right there."

Shadow: "Yes, I have basically determined that the source of the law is in the temple. After I came here, I found that the rhythm of the law near the holy mountain is very stable. If the law is consumed, it is obviously a bit unreasonable. But If the law has not been consumed, why can't it spread to other places except this floating island? "

"I couldn't figure it out before, but after hearing what you said, I have a guess. If nothing unexpected happens, this witchcraft garden relies on the absorbed souls as energy to promote the source of the law. But this guess is still There is a loophole. The souls of ordinary people are very fragmented. If they want to become the law of energy supply, the quality is not enough. "

"So... there should be some way to purify the soul?" The two of them thought of this almost at the same time.

If there really is a way to purify the soul... Angel's trip is well worth it!