Infinite Mask Game

"So that's it."

Through the ghoul's insane words, Wei Miao finally pieced together the secrets under the city hall.

One sentence is enough to summarize, it's not complicated.

"The soul hunter, the mayor, the father of the ghoul...serving the Silent Death God is to transform the ghoul into a human. But does the ritual require souls as firewood..."

This is his pursuit, his expectation.

It's not surprising that the ghoul can see the soul hunter in ghost form.

Being roasted by the cold flames for three hundred years, maybe it has trained a pair of fiery eyes.

Of course, the more reliable reason is that its essence has already been subtly changed in the flames, stepping into the extraordinary.

The burning of flames has always been used for purification in rituals. Burn impurities and reach purity.

The induction from the special residents is not directed at the ghoul, but at the entire magic circle!

The magic circle has accumulated a huge amount of soul power.

"The white candles as ritual objects are the symbol of the progress of the magic circle. When all seven white candles are lit, it corresponds to the perfection of 'seven'."

"So, this is not a sacrificial array, but a refining array?"

Wei Miao looked at everything in front of her with interest. Only the refining array can change the essence of matter and refine it into a brand new thing.

It may be promotion, or it may be degeneration.

"After all this time, just for the sublimation of a corpse ghost?"

Wei Miao didn't know what the mayor was thinking. Spending 300 years, at the cost of countless tourists' souls, at the cost of the endless pain of the corpse ghost, as the corpse ghost said, is it really worth it?

She had no intention of savoring the complex emotions of the father and son, and raised the sickle in her hand: "Is it enough to just kill you?"

The corpse ghost urged enthusiastically: "Isn't this the last step you said, what are you still hesitating about, we have been waiting for this moment for a long, long time! I am finally going to be free!"

The unbridled malice came to her face, and Wei Miao had no doubt that if it could be freed, it would be a disaster for all living beings.

But it had nothing to do with her.

On the contrary, she was very interested in the alchemy array, and the opportunity to observe the alchemy and sublimation process was rare.

The conditions for the success of the alchemy array were extremely harsh, requiring amazing starting resources and precise array depiction. In particular, the creator of the array was required to be familiar with the nature conversion, and there could not be any mistakes in the middle.

Therefore, qualified alchemy array masters were all famous, and they could design a practical advanced alchemy array to be proud of their peers.

Huge investment, extremely low tolerance, uncontrollable expectations... A series of factors led to the scarcity of alchemy arrays, not to mention successful alchemy arrays.

With the interference of the Silent Death God, the alchemy would definitely succeed.

It was Wei Miao who could understand the true meaning of alchemy from sublimation, but first she had to ensure the opening of alchemy.

The corpse ghost was still in the flesh at this moment, with both spirit and flesh.

To kill, that is, to destroy the flesh and reshape a new body.

Using the alchemy array as a reactor and the accumulated soul power as fuel, the old substance was melted into the new substance.

Refined, broken and then established.

"As you wish."

The sickle was raised high, and a gray-black shadow of destruction extended from the blade.

She could control the power of the soul hunter freely, no longer constrained by the rules of hunting.

Wei Miao did not want to be contaminated by the strange flames, so she stood outside the formation and chopped down the sickle in her hand.

The invisible power raged around the corpse ghost, and interlaced black lines appeared on its body.

The corpse ghost pulled the corners of his mouth and tried to put on a smile.

The next moment, half of the hideous face shattered into pieces of meat, and the blood that was about to burst out was evaporated into blood mist by the flames in an instant.

Its body was like a broken building block, collapsing into bloody parts in front of her eyes, without any beauty.

Although Wei Miao did not understand the vitality of the corpse ghost, she estimated that the corpse ghost should be hopeless with its body broken like this.

Its flesh and blood fell into the magic circle, and only a part of its limbs was still hanging on the black chain.

The incomplete yellow eyeball rolled a little distance towards Wei Miao, and was swallowed by the flames the next moment.

The fire suddenly became fierce, nourished by flesh and blood, and the green flames rose like crazy, soaring two meters high, engulfing the gray cross.

The distorted light and shadow danced on the wall, and the fire was so strong that it completely covered the pattern of the magic circle, and even the white candles on the edge were burned and burned.

The stench left in the space was no longer so pungent.

The end of the refining has begun!

Wei Miao unconsciously took a step back and squinted her eyes.

She felt the huge soul power accumulated, their restlessness was terrifying, and the storm it set off was enough to destroy the entire town!

"Ah-"

Suddenly, Wei Miao heard her own sigh.

Then, she found that she was actually excluded from the body of the soul hunter!

Appearing in the phantom image of Mr. Gray Rabbit, she was standing three steps away from the soul hunter, watching all this.

"The magic circle is not complete, one step short..."

The real soul hunter seemed to be talking to her, or muttering to himself.

"One step short?" Wei Miao realized something.

After saying that, the soul hunter stepped forward and fearlessly stepped into the fire.

The green flames warmly welcomed him, first the cloak made of crow feathers turned to ashes, and soon the flames penetrated into the skin.

He melted strangely, his body gradually shrank, not like a ghoul turning into charcoal.

The spiritual giant sickle shattered into fragments and was thrown into the fire by him.

His legs could no longer support his body, and he fell to the ground, his figure obscured by the flames.

From beginning to end, he never said a word.

The soul hunter's voluntary sacrifice was like adding fuel to the fire, and the green flames almost reached the ceiling, with a fierceness that was jaw-dropping.

Silver-white streams of light continued to rise from the magic circle and fell into the gray-white cross.

A dark light lit up on the gray-white cross.

There was actually a bound phantom on it.

"A new soul hunter? No, compared to it, the soul hunter is like a firefly compared to the bright moon."

Although he was a bystander without the right to act, Wei Miao had all five senses and could also perceive that the phantom's power far exceeded that of the soul hunter.

The head that looked like a crow but was not a crow seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to peek. Two pairs of wings like cloaks surrounded the body, and crow feathers flashed around the body. Just looking at it was unbearable for its sharpness that could cut everything.

It was motionless, as if it was sleeping.

Even so, there was a sense of fear.

It is hard to imagine what it will look like when it wakes up.

"It is not sublimated into a human, but its essence is closer to the silent death god. Countless souls support its birth. I am afraid this is the masterpiece that the silent death god hopes for the most..."

Wei Miao never stopped thinking, and her expectations never faded.

She may witness the birth of an incredible existence. Is there a more precious opportunity to observe than this?

Under the melting of the fire, the shadow gradually solidified.

However, something is missing.

Wei Miao looked at this existence: "Light has its shape, but not its substance?"

Although the foundation is complete, it lacks the finishing touch.

In other words, the driving force for sublimation is still missing. (End of this chapter)