Chapter 42: The Sacrificial Disaster

Chapter 42: The Sacrificial Disaster

The congregants of the Quiet Word got up from the ground one after another.

Only the priest who presided over the dedication ceremony sat in the middle and hadnt moved at all, as if he had fallen into a virtual state of death.

He was already very old and aged at least seventy or eighty.

Yet his face, which was far from the youthful look, had no wrinkles on it.

This old mans face existed with an indescribable, unexplained sense of weirdness.

A believer with a solemn expression walked from behind the believers while holding a black sphere the size of a heart.

He slowly knelt in front of the priest, lowered his head, and offered the black sphere in his hand high up.

The priest gently reached out and took the black sphere.

This was the relic that the Quiet Word was going to sacrifice to the great Quiet Singer.

Disaster (disaster level) mysterious relic.

All disaster relics were something that the state valued the most, and the Nolan Anti-Magic Bureau would hold a special meeting whenever a new disaster relic appeared.

Information files on disaster-grade relics were also accessible only to investigators of Grade B and above.

Holding the black sphere, the priest slowly stood up, as slowly as a dying person.

The believers standing around all knelt down at the same time and bowed their heads neatly.

The priest still did not say a word but continued to spread his heartfelt message on the paper.

New black letters appeared on each white paper.

Sacrifice to the Great Quiet Singer, that He may grant us eternal peace and reassurance.

The black sphere in the priests hand bloomed quietly, and an ancient silver-gray cross floated in it, it was old and stale, without the slightest sparkle.

The disaster-level relic that the Quiet Word was about to sacrifice was called the Old Color Cross.

One of several disaster-grade artifacts passed down from generation to generation, which was said to have been made by a mysterious scholar who had been searching for the outside world until he left the world.

He was plagued by bad luck from his childhood, with illness, curses, and accidental injuries all part of his daily routine.

Each of his family members and friends died in an accident, but he survived all kinds of hardships, and suffering, lived hard, and he kept running all day in pursuit of peace of mind.

Finally, he made the Old Color Cross, and finally the scholar was reassured the moment he finished it.

As long as this cross was held on the body, the user will have the power of a barrier.

This barrier was not real but conceptualized, no matter what physical damage, curse, poison, charm, or disease, would be completely nullified by this invisible barrier.

The cost of using it was also obvious, the holder would listen more and more murmuring, strange sounds and gradually fall into an uncontrollable madness.

When the holder receives more attacks when on holdings, then they tend to get into a frenzy faster.

No one who used it in the future could be reassured, except the mystery scholar, so the Quiet Word believers were quite resistant to this disaster relic.

The priest held a black sphere in his hand that had been split open into lotus-shaped shapes, and the old crosses floated in it, and the kneeling congregants parted to either side, none of them raised their heads.

He slowly walked forward, went straight ahead without any intention of stopping.

The priests body went straight through the wall, and stepped out of the top floor of the abandoned building, stepping vainly in mid-air in the darkness.

His footsteps stopped in mid-air.

The noises around him stopped, and the rain in mid-air disappeared.

Silence.

An inner whisper, a silent agitation.

A threat.

Just then, a familiar smell suddenly disappeared from the Cokes perception, and it immediately turned its head to Shen Yis location.

But was surprised to find him disappeared!

Coke was so frightened that it rolled off the table.

It could not detect any breath of this man at all, nor could it perceive any energy fluctuations, it was as if the other party had disappeared in front of it out of thin air.

If it was stealth, spatial jumping, or traveling through the world, then the Chaos Seed with its powerful perception talent could detect it completely.

However, this kind of complete disappearance, becoming non-existent, was the first time in its thinking and cognition.

It was completely gone.

There was no trace left, as if he had never lived in this world, neither in the past nor in the future.

The coke shuddered, and great sense of fear rose in it.

Aina, dressed in her pajamas, also came out of the house, and the lightning flashed, white light shone on the little girls surprised face.

She found that the divine messenger who had been sitting outside had disappeared.

Lord Messenger.

Shen Yi felt a great vibration in his sleep, and at the same time heard an old, thirsty prayer.

Your name is the name of all, and your voice is the voice of all.

The Quiet Guider, Chantor of the dead.

The Eternal Restorer who gives rest to the world.

I will offer the ever-fading cross, calling to You from the depths of my heart, expecting You, begging You.

Please grant eternal peace and reassurance to the restless world.

While sleeping, he was gradually harassed by the constant sound and finally woke up.

The surroundings had been filled with gray fog, and everything in the cafe had disappeared.

He was the only one here.

Neither Aina nor Coke were anywhere to be seen.

He knew that the others in the cafe couldnt hear the vibrations or see the grey mist, but he just didnt know how Coke would feel about his sudden disappearance.

Well, Quiet Words, did you guys finally find me?

Shen Yi smiled, but he was mentally prepared for this and even said that he had long expected this moment to happen.

He had heard from Aina that when the Chaos Remnant Order was under threat, they thought of continuing to worship and let the Lord of Ashes solve the problems of the mortal world.

In Shen Yis view, the character composition among cultists was all alike.

Then, when the Quiet Words were at a dead end, there was a high probability that they would choose to call the Quiet Singers.

Now his thoughts were indeed fulfilled.

In that case, let me make an appearance.

With a smile, he took out his shadow mask and threw it down lightly, watching it fall into his own shadow.

The show begins.