When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1019 - 362: The Ritual of the Sealing Celestial Envoy

Chapter 1019: Chapter 362: The Ritual of the Sealing Celestial Envoy

Hearing the words of the Old Lich, Aleister immediately felt a strong relief.

The Aura of Fear from Matthias was so potent that it could even penetrate the protection of the Night Fiend… even though Matthias himself was only a Transcendent of the Fifth Power Level.

Even if the occupation of a Lich in the current version is like that of a Great Sin Scholar, a “hidden occupation,” it should not be possible to leap over two power levels and breach the resilience of a Superior Phantom of the Sixth Power Level, such as the Night Fiend.

This means that such a powerful augmentation could only come from the outside—meaning, he must have equipment that grants him priority.

To put it more plainly, it is the Spirit Summoning Tower itself.

As the true Master of the Spirit Summoning Tower, Matthias would certainly have access to part of the tower’s power. And at the core of the tower is the spine of the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal.

The mages of the Narcissus Duchy can often exert a power level higher than their own within their Mage Towers. The millennia-old Spirit Summoning Tower, however, contains far more potent power than those Mage Towers.

It is the kind of power that could even threaten the Celestial Marshals descending, hence the Fallen Celestial Marshal did not attack the First Black Chancellor.

The First Red Chancellor and the First Black Chancellor of Star Antimony were only killed in version 5.0 when Aiwass, as an NPC, got the title of “Master of Beasts”. “The Millennia Oath Spirit Summoning Tower” belonged to the main questline of the First Black Chancellor.

This means that in version 3.0, when the Fallen Celestial Marshal descended, they both were safe and sound—existing peacefully with the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

With the Old Lich Matthias explicitly offering to protect Aleister, even the Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi wouldn’t dare to act rashly here.

So Aleister let down her guard, following Matthias the Old Lich, along with Lily and Selene.

Although this place is supposedly Matthias’s office, it doesn’t have much of a laboratory feel to it.

It appears exceptionally dim and gloomy, like a sinister factory—

Under the pale green light, one could hear the sound of gears turning.

A complex machine about three to four meters tall—discounting the various twisted pipes, just the main body itself is over ten meters wide—is operating steadily. Large containers are inverted on top of the machine, bubbling with transparent liquid that contains various biological tissues inside.

It gave off a feeling akin to “underground workshops creating clone humans by a bio-freak,” eerie, horrifying, and somewhat amateurish.

However, neither the gears nor the machines are made of sturdy metal… but bone.

Aleister reached out to lightly touch the pipe beside her.

The pipe suddenly twisted itself as if trying to dodge Aleister’s hand, like a cat being tickled.

The nearby exhaust port coughed violently, and the entire machine trembled severely, the pipes that looked like trachea constantly writhing.

A strangely wonderful feeling suddenly sprang up in Aleister’s mind—it felt as if the machine was swearing at people, and cursing quite foully at that.

“If she wants to touch it, let her touch it.”

The cold and hollow voice of Matthias rang out: “Is it like you’ll come back to life by touching it?”

The deep echo from the skeleton calmed the machine immediately.

“…The machine spirit has been appeased,”

Aleister muttered to herself.

Only then did she clearly realize something—

Matthias’s office on this floor was not originally factory-like.

Rather, he had crafted a specialized machine on-site using Necromancy during the “preparation of the ritual”!

—Every object in this room, all were undead!

Whether it was the pipes, or the containers, the gears and the machines… and even those glowing pale green lights indicating “operation in progress,” all were one after another undead!

Aleister riding the Helquinn Pegasus back and forth would take less than two hours.

—Just in these two hours, Matthias constructed out of thin air a complete machine set specifically for the ritual using Necromancy!

“Is this… the ritual to solve that problem?”

Lily murmured.

She subconsciously didn’t dare to voice the term “Grey Celestial Marshal”.

Ever since she became aware of the source of her abnormal talents and her murderous impulses, she began to worry about her future.

It’s not that she worries one day she will no longer be herself… For a girl of humble origins who became a personal maid from a young age, she never had a clear sense of “self-consciousness”.

She could even say she somewhat detested her own intense “abnormality” because it brought her unease. It’s like an animal in nature donning bright orange fur.

—This was also the source of her strong aversion to Selene.

It was like looking back at one’s own embarrassing past as one grows older…

“I’ve been studying the ritual to seal the Celestial Marshal for a long time.”

Matthias didn’t respond angrily to being questioned; rather, he explained patiently: “Cyril knows about this, and that’s why he recommended you to come to me.”

“…Seal, the Celestial Marshal?”

Aleister murmured to herself.

Even she did not know Matthias had such a past.

Since Cyril knew about this, that means… this was something Matthias considered before he embarked on the Path of Dusk.

Was he thinking about sealing the Celestial Marshal even before he became a Necromancer?

“…Such ambition, I thought only Transcenders would possess it.”

“That is why Cyril and I became friends.”

Matthias the Lich spoke in a solemn voice, “We are essentially the same kind of people.”

“May I ask?”

Aleister looked at Matthias the Lich, “Since your initial goal was directed at the Celestial Marshal… Does that mean you had a specific target in mind?”

“Of course.”

Matthias answered, “It was the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal.”

“…Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal?”

This made Aleister pause.

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—Isn’t that your own boss?

Before The Winter Maiden took over Necromancy and the Undead, the Undead and Necromancers were all under the domain of the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal.

When Cardinal Cyril first met Matthias, the Antimony Kingdom had not yet come into existence… At that time, people could not have possibly known that the Serpent Father would trigger a wave of “Great Elevation.”

If he intended to seal the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal, how could he have pursued the path of Necromancy?

He even transformed himself into an Undead… If the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal were to lose his position, his own power would also dissipate!

“I first met Cyril because I was researching the Amber Condensation Art…”

Matthias briefly mentioned, opting not to continue.

At this point, Matthias the Lich shifted the topic: “My initial research led me to gain a part of the ‘Amberficate’ power.

“When Celestial Marshals and Angel Envoys descend into the mortal world, they become incredibly vulnerable, yet their souls still possess divinity. If killed at this time, they often get sent back to the Dreamland… Therefore, to keep a descending deity in the Material Realm, sealing is the best choice.

“This might sound unbelievable, but the principle is very simple—much simpler than the ‘Celestial Marshal level ritual’ you’d imagine. Think of it as a glass of water mixed with alcohol. To distill the alcohol, you need to heat it until it evaporates… Divine souls are ‘lighter’ than mortal souls. Since they contain fewer impurities, they also leave the body more easily…”

As Matthias the Lich spoke, he had Lily and Selene sit at the two sides of the opened tank within the device.

This massive machine looked like a giant bull’s head.

Their positions were situated at the base of the two spiraling upward bull horns.

The position for the Wild Hunt King was inside the bull’s mouth.

Lily, somewhat nervously, sat down on the chair.

When the doors closed, to her surprise, she found she was not enclosed in a pitch-black tiny room.

Although she was sitting on the chair, she felt as if she were sitting right at the center of a frozen lake.

The lake surface shattered into a thousand pieces, each piece sharing the exact same shape as any other. They resembled a mirror shattered into a thousand parts, each layer reflecting its own image.

Lily looked at the thousands of her own reflections staring back at her, feeling a strong sense of dizziness and fatigue. A powerful suction emanated from those myriad mirrored surfaces.

She felt as if she had fainted, yet also as if she were dreaming. Her consciousness was half in reality and half in the dreamland.

Meanwhile, outside, the voice of the Old Lich still echoed:

“…People believe that glowing mirrors can capture human souls. This is not wrong, but regular mirrors do not possess such ability. People believe this because the Transcendents of the Path of Beauty can often freely traverse through mirrors or seal others’ souls…”

The machinery roared continuously.

In those clear jars, vividly colored liquids violently shook and mixed their contents together.

A strong emerald aura spread everywhere.

“Is this… the power of the Path of Beauty?”

Aleister felt his consciousness blur, experiencing a sensation of weightlessness, accompanied by vivid, colorful hallucinations—making it feel as if she was back in the Fairy Kingdom: “Fairy Magic?!”

The use of Fairy Magic demands that the spellcasters still possess a childlike heart!

Once children fully grow up and no longer believe in fairies, tales, and miracles from their hearts, they will forever lose the right to use Fairy Magic.

—Because if all the children in the world lose their innocence, the ‘fairy’ race would cease to exist.

“Truly well-informed.”

The Old Lich did not deny it but agreed instead.

“The profession best at sealing souls is that of ‘Mysterious Painter,’ who, being both from the Path of Beauty and the Path of Dusk when promoted, often can capture souls by drawing portraits, making statues of someone, or even photographing them.

“And if this ability is cleverly utilized, combined with Fairy Magic to sort souls… it can suck away the ‘lighter souls.’ I created a thousand such mirrors, and whenever the total soul weight of any one of the ladies is heavier than the other, it absorbs the excess souls from her, cyclically… The Force of Equilibrium will protect their souls. Through a ritual cycle, the heavier souls will be picked out and then mended back by me from the dreams…

“For those ‘lighter souls,’ the Amber Condensation Art is used to solidify and deposit them. But even if they are sealed and fall into Sleep, only a sufficiently powerful Undead can contain these fragmented souls—since they are Undead, they are not controlled by these divine wills, and the Will of the Dusk can continuously keep them frozen without awakening them from the intense impulses of their Path.

“I once sealed an Angel Envoy with a Fifth Power Level Undead. At that time, I judged that to seal a Celestial Marshal, it would require a Sixth Power Level Undead.

“If an Undead is made into an amber container, it could instead serve as a source of its own power, which fits well with the concept of ‘Spirit Amber’— an object of dusk wrapped around life…”

As the Old Lich spoke, the Wild Hunt King, silently standing in the center of the ritual, saw wisps of grey smoke spreading towards himself.

Aleister was astounded—

Although the Old Lich spoke simply and clearly, the practical implementation involved complexities including rituals, Fairy Magic, Soul Capturing Art, Necromancy, Soul Mending Art, Amber Craftsmanship, and Alchemy!