Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 231

[Chapter 230 The Weeping Blade (Congratulations to the leader of Satan under the moonlight!)]

‘Dark’ is the degeneration of ‘Yao’, and contains areas such as depravity, darkness, and corruption.

It is quite normal for curses to gravitate towards the ‘dark’ realm.

After thinking for a while, Aaron took out the tools and prepared to start making a magical item.

As a ‘caster’, now he not only absorbs the spirituality of ‘Yo’ much faster, but also can better understand the meaning of ‘Yo”s creation in the process of casting.

Even when casting some materials, you can also draw the pure spirituality of ‘Yao’ from them.

Aaron calls it ‘dreading’. If other ‘craftsmen’ knew about it, they would go crazy with envy.

After all, for those ‘craftsmen’, casting was a hard job, not to mention the purely spiritual benefits derived from it.

‘With each magical item forged, the Forger becomes a little more powerful… until the end of the Third Prime. ‘

‘What has hindered me has never been the accumulation of spirituality and hidden dangers of madness…’

Aaron sighed as he put a few obsidian-like crystals into the mortar. After grinding them, he let little bits of powder fall on his dry hands. above the claws.

According to his spiritual intuition, this is the best way to melt the material!

Hey!

The dark powder fell on the dry palm, and immediately penetrated into the torn wound, producing filth like mud, which gradually covered the entire palm.

At the same time, a large amount of white smoke was emitted. Encased in the mud, the skin, flesh and bones of the palm began to dissolve, leaving only some pure things.

“Next… is to create a bearing dagger, and use ritual to drive the integration of spirituality and dagger…”

Aaron murmured as he took out the iron block, melted it directly with pure white flames, and injected it into the mold.

Finally, he described the ritual, placing the dark red crystals separated from the withered palms and the prototype of the dagger at the two cores of the ritual, and recited invisible incantations.

On the blade of the dagger, dark red lines gradually climbed up, like blood grooves, and like mysterious runes…

During this process, Aaron also felt something was wrong.

A mysterious influence seemed to be emanating from the remnants of the palm, slowly taking hold of him.

“A curse? I like it… but it’s a pity that I’m not at the level of Si Sui.”

Aaron complained. In his spiritual vision, he could see traces of black rust wrapping around his body, even trying to pollute his spirituality!

‘If it were another craftsman, it might really be possible…’

Aaron muttered, and a vague and hazy whisper seemed to emerge in his ears.

“If you classify madness, first there will be auditory hallucinations, then visual hallucinations, then personality changes, irritable moods or bloodthirsty. This can be divided into covert and overt. There is no doubt that the exposed ones are more dangerous and can be unburdened. He destroys everything in public…then the fourth stage, complete personality split, and then the fifth stage, complete madness…until the final destruction of everything and myself…”

“It looks like I just lost my mind, so it’s considered The first stage…is this curse so powerful?”

Aaron glanced at the ceremony and ignored the fused dagger. Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to divine the curse.

At the third stage of essence, his divination ability has increased again. It is no longer limited to intuitive divination such as pendulum and coin tossing, he can see more!

…

ancient altars, dilapidated palaces…

mottled with time, as if they were ancient treasures hidden in the long river of history…

a gorilla-like palm with thick body hair suddenly pressed on the altar.

Then, a wound emerged from the palm, and the foul-smelling blood of depravity flowed from it…

Drops of blood flowed on the ground, and they seemed to contain mysterious symbols, forming a secret message written in spiritual language…

“

This curse… seems to come from an ancient ruins… the blood of decay?! “

Aaron slowly recited the keywords he obtained through divination, recalling the scenes he saw.

“Judging from the architectural style, it is from the dark and chaotic era after the Fabry Dynasty. It has a style of chaos and decadence…”

“I have been friends with Clark for so long, and it is not that I have learned nothing. As for the specific year , it’s really impossible to verify…”

“But… from that piece of ‘Blood of Decline’, I actually got the incomplete secret of ‘Red’… If Tasha knew about it, she would definitely feel like she was at a loss.”

Aaron has many inheritances in his hands, so he will definitely not covet a mere incomplete secret biography, but this does not prevent him from browsing and enriching his mystical knowledge.

[Secret Ritual – Sharp Blade Ritual]

[Red flows in my blood vessels, causing holes in my skin, forming a wound that will never heal…]

[Spirit and flesh flow out from the wound. When I am on the verge of death, I can See more…]

…

“It can be regarded as relatively advanced knowledge, involving life and death?”

Aaron stroked his chin and looked at the magical item dagger that was gradually completed: “Hmm… I feel that the effect of this ritual can change It needs to be more perfect…and it seems that the curse that is wrapped around me can also be used…”

Just do it if you think of it!

Aaron is a very active person and immediately started chanting the honorable name and summoning the ‘spirit of vanity’!

From the perspective of the spirit body, he could clearly see the iron-black traces wrapped around his body.

“Purify!”

Without any hesitation, Aaron mobilized the ‘power of the secret source’ to expel these iron-black objects and turn them into pure pollution crystals.

“In normal times, this would be a very good warhead material, but now?”

Aaron stretched out his illusory hands, as if catching an invisible curse, and pressed the secret instrument!

Wuwu~

On the dagger, the blood grooves and lines squirmed together, making a sound like crying.

Two lines of bloody liquid, like tears, fell from the blade.

“‘Crying Blade’!”

Aaron returned to his body, holding the dagger, wrapping layers of fine hemp rope around its handle, and adding some decorations to the handguard according to his personal preference.

“Well, among the extraordinary monsters I have seen, it is the strongest type. Although it can only be used in close combat…”

“It has two negative effects…one of which is intentional on my part.” The entangled curse.”

After doing all this, Aaron took out “Roberts’ Magic Bug Box” and let the spider-like insects crawl out, crawling out from the gaps in the doors and windows, in the darkness and corners. A reconnaissance network was formed among the people, on the treetops, and in the sewers.

“If that Tasha wants to plot against me, she will definitely track her… She will most likely have tampered with the materials or boxes to track me.”

“I hope I can come soon.”

Aaron washed himself briefly and fell on the bed. Fall into deep sleep.

(End of chapter)