With an in-depth understanding of the ritual, he discovered that the basic principle of the ritual left by the Witch Emperor was very similar to the principle of the small sealing ceremony taught to him by Sister Devlin. It's just that the nun's ritual has been reduced in scale, and the steps that require the use of witch power are avoided.

This also means that Sister Divelin's location has also inherited part of the knowledge of the Fifth Epoch.

In short, it took a full hour for the three of them to barely arrange the venue for the ceremony. Xia De's hands and feet were cold, and the two witches seemed to be unable to hold on.

The small bell hanging on the wall jingled along with the black wind, and the pulled silver thread entangled the witch's hair, forming a pentagram pattern with the well as the center.

The runes on the walls have mostly been refilled, and the ground has been refilled with ritual materials.

The witches consumed a lot, but they still braved the wind and came to the well with Shad. The power of death penetrated into the narrow space from here, and the golden afterglow on Xia De's body and the light of the two witch jewelry became more shining.

But even so, they also knew that they had to leave here as soon as possible.

So far, besides himself, Xia De only knows of two people who can stand in this area intact. One is Priest Augustus who has the power of the original angel, and the other is Sister Diveline who has it.

"Miss Aurora, let me come, don't come near me."

Xia De stretched out his hand, and the lady with long brown wavy hair could only hand him the comb. He went straight to the edge of the well against the wind, and stretched out his hands to hold the outer wall of the well, so that he would not be blown down by the cold black wind that seemed to freeze his soul. The wind made the golden light in the cracks on his body pull toward the back, and in the eyes of the two witches, it was as if golden flames were ignited on his body:

"I'm going to lose it, you guys are ready."

Xia De shouted loudly, but his voice was very low due to the nature of Hazama.

The right hand holding the comb came directly above the mouth of the well, and the golden afterglow and iridescent light spots surged upward along with the black wind. Knowing that he couldn't drag it any longer, he let go and the comb fell down.

Almost at the same time, a golden light shone behind him, Miss Aurora's twelve golden stairs and Grandma Cassandra's ten golden stairs appeared at the same time.

The light from the stairs illuminated the place, the mottled murals, and the peeling runes.

The power of the witch penetrated to the surroundings, and the aura spread along the silver lines to the surroundings. At the same time, rainbow-colored light spewed from the mouth of the well at this moment, briefly illuminating Shad's face and the circular space.

Xia De also took advantage of these rays of light to see that there were still some antique remains and stone sculptures of no use by the wall, and the Witch Council would remove them all later.

"It looks like it worked."

Shad breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to retreat to a safe place and wait for Granny Cassandra and Miss Aurora to resume the ceremony.

But at this time, the voice in the ear reminded softly:

"What?"

It's not that Xia De didn't observe carefully, but that the wind here has already blown him so hard that he can't open his eyes. Fortunately, "her" senses are not restricted by these.

"Where?"

Xia De did feel the finger marks, and the handprint on the outside of the mouth of the well seemed to be pressed out on the hard black stone with force. You know, even these winds that represent death have not been able to leave traces on the mouth of the well in the time spanning two epochs.

The witches were busy controlling their power, following the incomplete traces of the ritual to clear the vein of the ritual, and had no time to pay attention to Xia De. So, Xia De overlapped his hand with the smaller handprint, trying to see what would happen.

"oh?"

The woman's hesitant voice rang in his ears, and Xia De also got a hint:

"What?"

He took away his palm in surprise, and saw that the handprints on the wall of the well were slightly emitting golden light:

"The Witch Emperor, died here?"

"She" said that Shad can only absorb the reverberation from the place where the voting witch died.

"But Miss Filianna is..."

He wanted to say that Miss Feilianna was a genius witch of the fifth era, but thinking about it carefully, a witch who could become a witch emperor at the end of the fifth era would not necessarily be inferior to Miss Feilianna in terms of talent and strength.

Looking down at the handprint on the wall of the well, it was still glowing and getting brighter. Xia De stepped back temporarily, and then heard a strange sigh coming from his ear. It was a woman's voice, very young,:

"Seal, is it finally going to be unbearable?"

In Xia De's stunned expression, in the light of his handprints, an illusory figure of a woman in a silk robe appeared. She has long hair and a delicate and solemn face. There is a pentagram-marked earring on the left ear, but nothing on the right ear:

Miss Aurora and Granny Cassandra looked over in surprise:

"Shadow, what did you do?"

That shadow was just talking to himself, and didn't mean to talk to the three of them at all. She walked from the well to the wall at the same speed as walking, and then walked around the circular wall. While walking, the golden color on his body left clear marks on the wall, further strengthening the effect of the seal.

Finally, the figure of the Witch Emperor Violet Marshall walked back to Shad:

"The situation is very serious. Witches of future generations, it seems that you are really in big trouble."

"Are you talking to me? But I'm not a witch."

"I'm not talking to you, this is just a talking shadow that records my words, and it must be triggered by the witch of the council. In addition to helping you strengthen the seal, this shadow can also detect the situation in the narrow space. From As it stands, the collapse is almost on the brink."

That shadow was looking at Xia De and talking, Xia De hesitated and took a step to the right, so the shadow also turned slightly. Apparently, this sigil can trace the person who triggered it:

"I don't know how long your era is from mine, but judging from the current situation, the best solution is..."

Xia De and the two witches looked at her expectantly.

"...Hurry up, the material world is so big, it's not a big loss to abandon such an area and divide it into an inaccessible restricted zone. After all, safety comes first."

The shadow said with a serious face, as the top great witch of the Fifth Era, Miss Violet Marshall's appearance is definitely top-notch. She has a standard oval face, with long hair hanging behind her back, and even if the details of the robe on her body can't be clearly seen, it can be seen how luxurious it is.

"run?"

Xia De didn't expect that the other party would give such a proposal. Although this suggestion is very practical, they definitely can't do it.

"Of course, there is no other way. The boundary between life and death is almost a natural phenomenon, and it cannot be completely solved, but we can change our thinking. It cannot solve the narrow space, but solving the thousands of undead in the narrow space can also rebalance life and death. "

This is a good idea. The reason for the imminent catastrophe is that the power of death has accumulated too much. But if most of the undead in the narrow room are cleaned up, the outbreak will naturally cease to exist.

There was a smile on that face again:

"It's just that in our era, no witch is confident that she can do this. The specific steps are as follows—

First of all, to open a huge gap from the material world to the outer space, the scale must be large and stable enough. "

It's just that, it can't be done in the sixth era.

"Then, at that gap, the passage to real death is spliced."

This is even more impossible. Even Xia De can only open a crack leading to death, and splicing is even more impossible.

"Finally, go deep into the narrow room, find a way to lead all the undead in the narrow room to the material world, and then lead them from the material world into the opened passage, and then into death."

The last step is even more outrageous~lightnovelpub.net~ Not to mention how to guide the undead, but to bring so many undead to the material world, which is a disaster in itself.

"The souls of the dead in the narrow room cannot enter death through the narrow channel, because this is the border. Therefore, we can only reopen a gap in the material world, so that those souls who have stayed from ancient times to modern times can go through the material world again- The process of real death. I don’t know what kind of power people in this era have, but in short, I wish you luck, future witch, and may the ancient gods be with you.”

Amid the chuckle, the figure of the Fifth Epoch Witch Emperor dissipated into a golden spot of light:

"In addition to the comb, I also left a roll of parchment, I hope it can help you."

Most of these points of light are scattered into the ritual field, helping to strengthen the seal with the last force. And a small number of light spots gathered on Xia De's chest and slowly entered his chest.

The warm power swept away the discomfort since entering the narrow room. At the same time, the enlightenment-spiritual runes responded to the power from the fifth era, and a new power was bred.

"Huh? Just a comb and parchment? Where did that come from?"

There is no fixed way of appearance, it is always found in remote corners. The key just now probably appeared quietly after the seal of the fifth era was completed.

The witch's power soaks into the soul, conforming to instinct, and the spirit runes implicate brand new power. Xia De stretched out his right index finger to point to the ground, and the hot light shot out, leaving bright marks in the air, and the heat quickly disappeared with the black wind.

However, this ray did not leave traces on the ground.