newbobooks Chapter 265 An Attempt Beyond Dimensions
Chapter 265 An Attempt Beyond Dimensions
Chapter 265 An Attempt Beyond Dimensions
In the tattered painting, Steve asked in a hoarse and weak voice:
"Great master, am I beyond saving?"
Seeing that Sirion did not answer, it said again:
"Master, could you please have that ancient dragon preserve my memories and mind? I want to leave these for your next painting, so that I can continue to follow you."
Tobias looked at Steve, who was giving his last words, and sighed:
"You have a loyal servant."
"Perhaps you could have that ancient dragon also given a true identity, and then transfer the extracted characteristics over to it."
"Although it is a magical object, such a mind and emotions are no different from those of a real life. Perhaps it can also separate an identity that it once possessed, just like I did."
"However, its effects as a magical item may change, but it should still be able to revive the dead."
In the tattered painting, Steve looked expectantly at Sirion:
"Is it alright, Master?"
Cyril nodded thoughtfully: "Theoretically possible, but it's not that far off yet. I think you can still be salvaged."
Then he looked at Tobias and said:
"Could you please keep watch outside for me? I need an absolutely quiet environment to set up the ceremony."
"no problem."
Tobias nodded slightly, said nothing more, and got up to walk towards the door.
After watching Tobias leave the room, Cyril set up a spiritual wall to separate the inside from the outside, and then took out a painting prepared for sacrificial and bestowal rites.
After materializing the ritual using his "illusion" ability, he modified the part that pointed to the "Fool," making it point to himself.
Then he snapped his fingers.
The two candles placed in the center of the ceremony were instantly lit, and a few drops of essential oil and hydrosol leaped into the air and then into the flickering flames.
"From the unknowable sublime, the gateway to dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"Your faithful followers pray to you;
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
Please accept my offering.
As the ancient Hermes were chanted, the surrounding natural forces were activated, the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and then a cold, howling wind swept up.
Almost simultaneously, familiar, ethereal, layered prayers echoed in Cyril's ears.
He took two steps back, sat down in the chair, and then entered a meditative state, allowing his spirit to ascend to a higher dimension along the connection established through prayer.
Then he looked down and saw himself performing the sacrificial ceremony, feeling the strange connection that seemed to be knocking on the gate to another dimension.
"It looks good."
He whispered something, and his spirituality responded.
The next second, during the ceremony in reality, the candle representing him in the dimension burned with colorful starlight, then suddenly expanded and stretched to two or three meters high.
Sparkling starlight spilled from the expanding, flickering flames, gradually outlining the shape of an illusory door.
As the flickering firelight illuminated the illusory gate, it creaked and slowly opened a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through.
Ugh!
The swirling wind inside the room suddenly rushed into the crack in the illusory door, bringing with it the tattered scroll that lay on the ground.
Above the dimension, Cyril reached out and caught the scroll that flew out from behind the sacrificial gate.
In the painting, Steve looks around with a bewildered, curious, and excited expression.
"Heavens above, my great, supreme master, is this your divine kingdom?"
"This is absolutely, absolutely so cool!"
"I feel like I'm going to die with regrets..."
"By the way, Great Lord, am I the first painting to come into Your Kingdom?"
Cyril looked around at the shabby surroundings and couldn't find anything about the place that Steve had praised so highly.
Forget about the divine kingdom, this place isn't even as awe-inspiring or mysterious as the hall in the palace that Klein manifested above the gray fog.
He paused, gathering his scattered thoughts, and looked at the tattered scroll in his hand, which had stopped emitting extraordinary properties, and frowned slightly.
Although the extraction process had stopped, he still didn't know how to repair the painting that was so badly damaged.
...I wasn't an archaeology professional who worked in cultural relic restoration before.
He sighed inwardly, covered his hands with spiritual energy, and then reached out and wiped the tattered scroll.
The starlight, tinged with vibrant colors, spread out from his hand like liquid, circling around and around.
"Hmm~"
"I feel so good, so comfortable!"
Steve in the painting emitted indescribable sounds, accompanied by panting groans.
The spiritual energy in Sirion's hand paused, and the ripples of starlight spreading across the scroll vanished instantly, revealing a scroll that was no longer charred and had been restored to its complete state.
In the painting, Steve, who had regained his spirits, looked at him with longing and said:
"Great Lord, may I remain in Your Kingdom to serve You?"
"No." Sirien shook his head directly.
"Weren't you supposed to stay by my side? How can you stay here forever?"
"Also, you need to hurry back and gather back the traits that have already been extracted. Otherwise, once those traits are attracted and gathered by other things, the 'vengeful spirit' trait on you will be incomplete, and it will be very troublesome to complete it later."
In the painting, Steve bows with his hand on his chest, his tone both fervent and respectful:
"Your will is my direction."
Cyril nodded, temporarily placing it in this space above the dimension, then detached his mind from it and returned to reality, where he once again performed a ritual to request a blessing.
After a simple process, an illusory door emerged from the surging candlelight, swaying and cracking open with a gap wide enough for a person to pass through. Then, the repaired scroll flew out from behind the "door" and landed on the floor of the room.
As the scroll appeared, the pale white light spots that had been slowly floating in the air seemed to have found their center and quickly converged.
On the chair next to him, Cyril opened his eyes and stood up.
He glanced at the illusory gate of sacrifice and bestowal, then snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
All the materials that had been "imagined" suddenly disappeared, and the ritual of praying for blessings was abruptly interrupted.
After carefully putting away the painting containing the complete ritual, and dispelling the spiritual barrier in the room, he opened the door, and Tobias entered.
He glanced at Steve, who lay sprawled on the floor, looking brand new, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"It's truly amazing that a magical item on the verge of collapse could actually be repaired."
"If I hadn't already witnessed your extraordinary ability to use the Recorder, I would have suspected you were a seasoned craftsman."
Cyril nodded slightly, then deliberately changed the subject:
"I'm planning to leave Banshee. This place is no longer suitable for me to digest potions. The Church of Storms will be unusually active here for a while, and they might even destroy this place."
Do you have any destinations you'd like to visit, or any suggestions?
Tobias said without hesitation:
"Stay away from Bansi, stay away from any city polluted by disaster."
"If possible, I'd like to go to areas where 'Hunters' are more active, as that would make it easier for me to recover my strength."
"Hunter..." Cyril rubbed his chin with his thumb, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"There are actually quite a few bounty hunters or pirates at sea who belong to the 'hunter' category, but you probably don't want to stay at sea any longer."
"I'll take you to Backlund. Although Rune isn't a country where hunters gather, as the capital of all, it's relatively easy to collect low-rank potion ingredients."
"With some effort, we might be able to find materials with medium-length sequences."
"You can restore the order there first, and do some things for me while you're at it."
"Soon there will be a trade involving a 'Conqueror' extraordinary trait, and if you're there, my chances of getting it will be even higher."
Tobias's expression changed. He actually wanted to say that he didn't mind staying at sea, as long as he was far away from this godforsaken place, but when he heard that Backlund had the extraordinary trait of "Conqueror", that thought was instantly forgotten.
With him, the former "Weather Wizard," and that "Red Priest" card, there is indeed a high probability that they can encounter the "Conqueror" trait by relying on the aggregation effect.
Furthermore, given that his boss was able to hire that Sequence 2 Ancient Dragon, there was indeed a considerable probability that he could snatch the "Conqueror" trait through advance preparation and a surprise attack.
...And I was once an angel on this path, the most suitable person to wield this "conqueror" characteristic.
Composing himself, he smiled and nodded at Ryan:
"No problem, it just so happens that I haven't been in contact with bustling human society for a long time."
After a brief pause, he added:
"But could you also keep an eye out for extraordinary materials and properties along the 'Hunter's Path' at sea?"
"It must be pollution-free!"
"Okay." Sirien nodded slightly.
"Furthermore, once I find a way to balance the corruption within that War Bishop's extraordinary trait, you can reclaim it after paying a small price."
Tobias gave a half-hearted smile:
"Actually, I think it's quite good to collect materials again and advance little by little. Anyway, with my rank, I don't need to digest potions below the angel level."
Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool," his eyes lowered as he looked at the "Red Priest" tablet that Cyril had once again presented through a sacrificial ritual.
His spiritual intuition told him that this card was somewhat different from the previous ones, but his spiritual vision did not detect anything unusual.
He hesitated for a moment, then infused his spirituality, causing lines of ancient Fussac script to appear on the surface of the cards.
Then, he saw the extra lines of small print after sequence 0:
The main ingredients for the potion "Destruction of Natural Disasters and the Root of Calamity" are: "Red Priest" uniqueness + "(Chaos) Witch" uniqueness + one "Conqueror" extraordinary trait + one "(Doomsday) Witch" extraordinary trait.
Advancement: Actively enter and fully control the "City of Calamity".
"Destructive natural disaster, the root of all evil?"
"Placed after the Red Priest in Sequence 0, and the main ingredient of the potion is actually the uniqueness of two pathways and the extraordinary properties of their respective Sequence 1?"
"Is this a level above Sequence 0, the level where the ancient sun god and the ancient gods reside?"
"No, if they were on the same level, the Ancient Sun God shouldn't have been able to end the Ancient God Era so easily. It's more likely that the Ancient Gods were still in the first step of collecting unique and extraordinary characteristics, while the Ancient Sun God had already reached the second step."
"Hiss~ I think I've touched upon the highest level of secrets in this world."