Welcome to Nightmare Game III

"Blood Priest, the name sounds very bad." Qi Leren wanted to force a smile, but he couldn't.

Aya looked at Nightingale with pleading eyes, but Nightingale didn't seem to notice, she was always watching Qi Leren.

"It's not easy to stay awake in the source, and sometimes you need some... stable methods." Nightingale considered the words, "Simply put, this secret ritual traps His Majesty's body and keeps his body in check." In the altar, maintain a calm and sober meditation state. His avatar can move freely, even if he is injured, the wound will be passed on to the main body. His Majesty should use this method to maintain his rationality for three years."

Until, the fusion trial broke this dangerous balance.

Qi Leren lowered his eyes: "What is the price of this secret ceremony?"

If there is no price, why are Ning Zhou and Aya trying to hide him?

"Pain. He will feel pain, but it's just pain. His life is not in danger...probably." Nightingale said, "And he has to bear it. This is the price of sobriety."

"Can I go see him now? I mean his real body." Qi Leren asked.

Nightingale and Aya shook their heads together.

"Once the secret ceremony starts, he will be exiled to a gap without time and space. That is to say, the altar is not in the material world where we are, and we have no coordinates. The chief lord may have it, but unless the conditions agreed between her and His Majesty are fulfilled— ——Most likely his incarnation died—otherwise she couldn't tell. So only His Majesty's incarnation can stop the mystery in the middle. I suggest you start now, find the missing incarnation, and solve the 'little problem' on the incarnation, and wait until If he returns to normal, you can persuade him to end the blood sacrifice. This requires caution, very cautious, because the consequences of interrupting the secret ceremony rashly are likely to intensify the curse in the source of destruction." Nightingale sighed, "...I don't want to see it Ning Yu's tragedy is repeated."

The people of Qi Le were persuaded.

It is meaningless to press Aya now and pursue the blood priest. He cannot open the altar to end the ceremony.

At least he had to get Ning Zhou back, undo the time-backward punishment on him, and then force him to confess all the things he had kept from him.

Deep in his heart, he had a kind of fear, he was afraid to face the iron door of the blood priest.

What kind of pain is Ning Zhou suffering behind the iron gate... At this moment, he dare not touch it.

"Time is running out, I'm leaving now. Nightingale, I need your assistance with Aya regarding the affairs of the council." Qi Leren said to Nightingale.

Nightingale nodded: "I will do my best, please rest assured."

"Aya, Nightingale is someone you can trust. She should be able to help. As for her background, let her tell you." Qi Le said.

Aya responded.

"Also, about the Void Witch... do you need my help?" Qi Leren asked cryptically.

"Ah, this...we won't divorce for the time being." Aya said in a low voice.

After sorting out the complicated things, Qi Leren felt better. Seeing Aya's sullen look, he jokingly said: "If you don't want a divorce, you can also be widowed."

Aya said nervously: "No, no, no, I can't kill any more, the elders of the council have almost been emptied..."

Nightingale laughed: "That's true. Desperation, resentment, and emptiness, the three of them have fought since Ning Yu's era until today, and now two of them have died, and it finally stopped. Her Majesty's performance at the council meeting was quite wonderful, It was eye-catching. Honestly, I thought the operation was going to fail."

Aya nodded again and again. At that time, she was also dumbfounded, and even wondered if there was something wrong with Mr. Qi's incarnation. Could it be that the body of the succubus would have such a terrifying impact on his personality?Fortunately, everything is just acting.

Maybe it's not just acting, Aya thought to herself, when she heard him furiously asking the council to return Ning Zhou to him, her heart also ached sharply, his pain, resentment and anger were real.

She secretly looked at Qi Leren, and he smiled awkwardly: "Cough... In terms of acting skills, I still have some family experience, which is not worth mentioning. If the action really fails, I will take Aya to retreat. As long as people are alive, all failures are nothing."

People from Qi Le looked at Aya, and quickly changed the subject: "Be careful when I'm not around. Don't worry about the possible rebellion caused by the purge of the council. The demon world has order in the demon world. Maybe the situation will be chaotic for a while, but the demons I will always know that if you are obedient, you may not die, but if you are not obedient, you will definitely die. The Book of Destruction is in my hands, and they will be honest."

With Qi Leren's words, Aya was finally convinced, and she nodded vigorously.

Qi Leren breathed a sigh of relief.Aya is a good executor, she can do well what is assigned to her, but she is not a person who is good at making decisions, she needs someone to sort out the situation for her, make a decision, and then hand it over to her for execution, so She will have confidence.

In the past, the person who made the decision was Ning Zhou, but now, this person is Qi Leren.

Qi Leren stood up, the white coffee on the table was already cold, he picked up the coffee without hope and drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking this cup of coffee, he was about to set off to find someone in the boundless snow-burned plateau.

In the slightly bitter coffee aroma, Qi Leren, who thought it was impossible to see Ning Zhou, suddenly saw a forest in the vast snowfield.

As night falls, the snowfield is illuminated by the bright moonlight, and the towering cedars are like sharp knives rising from the ground, running through the ice and snow, like sword mounds and monuments.

There is an open space in the forest surrounded by wooden stakes. The trees that originally grew here seem to have been cut down by someone.Those felled trees were piled up not far away and became a wooden house under construction.It hadn't been built yet, only a frame outline, not enough to keep out the cold.

The owner of the cabin had to sit by a burning bonfire and wrap himself tightly in a thick fur cloak.

He was reading a book by the campfire, reading it carefully.

The night on the snowy plateau was too cold, the water in the kettle had already frozen into ice, and he could only drink spirits that were not easy to freeze. The cold alcohol turned into scalding heat in his throat, bringing him a moment of warmth .

The sound of howling wolves came from a distance. It was the sound of hunger, wildness, and thirst for flesh. He put down the book in his hand, took off the hood of the cloak with his right hand, pressed his right hand on the handle of the knife, and stood up to look at the wolves. the direction of—

The moonlight illuminated the snow field, and the snow field illuminated his eyebrows and eyes. It was a handsome face that was too young, a face of a young man who had just grown up.

A thick bandage was wrapped around his left eye, and the perfect right eye was breathtakingly blue in the bright moonlight. He was vigilant, like a cub about to grow up, facing the predators around him.

This kind of sharpness is a kind of instinctive self-protection, and it is a proof that he is still too young.

He hasn't grown up to be able to calmly face all dangers, that's why he will show 100% ruthlessness when encountering troubles, as if every enemy will put him to death.

He must experience enough dangers and accumulate enough experience to learn to deal with this world calmly.

Now he can't do it.

The book he had put down was spread out, and the warm light of the campfire illuminated its contents.

It was a sketch of a character drawn in charcoal.

In the painting, it is Qi Leren's side face gazing into the distance. In the painting, his eyes are firm and his expression is gentle.

Next to it is a line of newly added scrawled words: [You have to wait for him and trust him, even if you are now, you have never known him. 】

The wolves didn't come, and neither did the people he was waiting for.

He sat back by the bonfire again, holding the diary left by his future self, drinking scorching spirits, full of confusion and confusion, and a trace of unknown origin...

look forward to.

………………

"Mr. Qi has already set off." After seeing off Qi Le people, Aya returned to the Midsummer Palace and said to Nightingale, "Before he left, he asked me for a map of the Xuefen Plateau, saying that he could determine the location of His Majesty. There are not many places with cedar forests on this plateau. But...is there enough time? Will the time-backward punishment accelerate the collapse of the stabilizer?"

Nightingale looked very indifferent: "You have to believe in the blood sacrifice."

Aya: "But it's just drinking poison to quench thirst!"

Nightingale: "But drinking poison can quench your thirst. Keep drinking until the antidote arrives."

Aya asked in a daze, "The antidote?"

Nightingale smiled, but did not answer.

Isn't the antidote already here?

Nightingale said: "Don't worry, I know more about the blood sacrifice than you. This is the knowledge that our family has acquired from the aurora. The most urgent thing now is to stop the punishment of backflow of time. Otherwise, Your Majesty will return to the young age." until it disappears into this world. Once this incarnation dies, the original curse attached to him will immediately backlash back to the main body, do you know what this means?"

Aya nodded.

This means that the blood sacrifice failed.

And failure always means an unbearable price.

It was a repeat of the tragedy.

She thought back to the day of the Blood Priest.

Ning Zhou led her through the long underground passage to the altar.

Trembling, she looked up at the huge iron gate at the end, her eyes full of fear.

"The next thing is up to you." Ning Zhou said softly before stepping into the iron gate.

Aya nodded subconsciously, but she soon realized that this sentence was not addressed to her—it was another Ning Zhou standing behind her.

At this moment, Ning Zhou faced his avatar across the door.

One was wearing the uniform of the Holy See, and the other was wearing the military uniform of the Demon King.

They are the same person, have the same origin, share the same soul.

But from today onwards, they will no longer bear the same price—most of the curse originating from the source of destruction will be borne by one party.

The Blood Priest, an ancient and mysterious hidden ritual, originated from the people who served the will of the world in the sea of ​​death, and they obtained this knowledge from the aurora.

At the heart of the Mystery lies the "stabilizer," usually part of the initiator of the ritual.

This stabilizer will be sealed in the altar in the space-time gap, carrying all negative emotions and external damage from the source.

As long as the stabilizer does not collapse, the initiator of the ceremony will not be completely swallowed by the original power.

However, the load carrying capacity of the stabilizer is limited.This is the practice of drinking poison to quench thirst. Once the load limit is exceeded, the stabilizer will start to get out of control and backfire...

Ning Zhou, he sent his body into the altar behind the iron gate, and used the power of the mystery to resist the erosion from the source of destruction.

This bought him three years of precious time.

But the curse from the original power pushed him to the edge of the abyss——

Now, he's about to start paying the price.