The warden who guards the witches

The moment the pendant fell from his hand, the scene in Aiden's vision immediately twisted with the surrounding fog, quickly faded until it disappeared, and his office appeared in front of him again.

Abigail's voice that filled his ears stopped abruptly, but Aiden's mind was still echoing with Abigail's words, like a melody that came out of nowhere and could not be stopped, playing over and over again.

Aiden could not understand the sound coming out of Abigail's mouth at all, but he could clearly identify that it was a language.

A language... that humans could not make and could not understand at all.

But this sentence carried a terrifying magic that forced his brain to understand.

It was like a piece of unparseable garbled code was forcibly inserted into the middle of the originally smoothly running code, and it could not be deleted, making it difficult for him to think normally...

Unable to understand...Unable to understand...Error...All errors...

The head was tingling, and the feeling of nausea surged from the depths of the abdomen, pushing up.

How to describe this feeling?

It was like a thousand cockroaches crawling densely on the cerebral cortex...

It was like a thousand needles inserted into the head and drilling into it little by little...

It was as if he was drowned in countless bloody body parts, a basin-sized spider pounced on his face, countless earthworm-like parasites were poured into his mouth, twisted and slid through his throat into his body, and roamed around his limbs and bones - the mental pollution that was comparable to this experience was piercing his consciousness like a burst of bullets.

He screamed unconsciously and waved his hand to overturn everything on the table to the ground.

This kind of venting did not make him feel better. His thoughts were soon completely involved in this vortex of pain and were torn into pieces.

Why is this happening... What happened... What am I doing... I have to end this... What should I do... I have to think of a way... I want to be free... I have to do that... Yes, do that...

When he came to his senses a little, he found that he had taken out his pistol and stared at his jaw hard.

The remaining bit of rationality reconnected in time, and he suddenly woke up and pressed the gun on the table.

What did I want to do just now?

Commit suicide! ?

Aiden suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

This strange sound was disturbing his consciousness and inducing him to commit suicide...

Keep calm, must keep calm...

The strong desire made an idea emerge in the chaotic consciousness. Aiden grabbed this life-saving straw and immediately began to implement it.

He once again used the power of physical transformation to make his body old.

His hair quickly turned gray, and in the blink of an eye it turned completely white. Wrinkles appeared and deepened on his face, drawing the texture of dry bark.

He felt his body become dull and heavy, and the vitality of life disappeared like the ebb tide.

Losing his passion and vitality, he suddenly entered a sage mode that was not interested in anything. The fluctuation of emotions changed from the turbulent sea to the calm lake, and his thinking became peaceful and mature.

This is one of the functions that can be used by physical transformation. By sacrificing various aspects of the body's abilities, one can make his mind a little clearer.

Aiden sat down on the office chair, gasping for air and adjusting his breathing.

For the time being, it was still somewhat effective. His consciousness gradually adapted to this mental shock and he could think normally.

But this does not mean that he is fine. The strange sound is still echoing in his mind.

If this state continues, it will be impossible to close his eyes and sleep.

Sooner or later, he will reach his limit, either being tortured to death or driven crazy.

Aiden really doesn't understand what is going on.

Abigail, with just one sentence, caused him strong mental pollution, and he almost lost his mind and committed suicide.

In his understanding, this is definitely not spiritual magic, but rather... it has completely exceeded the scope of black magic.

The form of black magic is constructed with spells or incantations as the carrier. The so-called spells and incantations, no matter how obscure they are, are human language and text after all.

But the "words" Abigail said could not be human language at all - after all, human throats could not make such sounds.

And this language seemed to have a "dimension" that he could not understand. When he was forced to think about the "dimension" contained in this sentence by the power contained in this sentence, his thinking was like a system stuck by a bug, falling into an endless loop until it crashed.

How can it be stopped?

In addition to Abigail, who else knows how to adapt to this language?

No, wait...

Isn't there! ?

Aiden suddenly remembered.

In the gathering just now, when Abigail said this strange "spell" to him, all the other witches present should have heard it.

But they didn't seem to be affected at all, which means that the witches who were qualified to participate in that small gathering knew how to adapt to this language.

And Daly was originally one of them.

Thinking of this, Aiden immediately stood up from his seat again, and suddenly felt a sore back.

It seems a bit too much to make yourself old and weak through physical transformation.

Confirming that he had regained his composure, Aiden tried to change his body back to its original state.

He suppressed the discomfort, tidied his clothes, stood up to open the office door, and then called a prison guard passing by.

"Take a few people to the core area to get the prisoners..." Aiden was stuck here, because he was dividing part of his attention to resist mental pollution, and he couldn't say Daley's number as usual, "Go... Go and bring Daley here, go now."

"Okay!" The other party saluted immediately, and then hesitantly said, "Warden... You, your face doesn't look good! Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." Aiden answered with all his strength, and urged, "Go over quickly."

After closing the door, Aiden sat back in his seat and waited for years.

I don't know how long it took, and the office door was knocked again.

"Come in!" Aiden shouted anxiously.

The door opened, and Daley walked into the office under the supervision of the prison guards and the riot police.

When she saw the mess in the office, Daley was stunned for a moment, and then she found that she had stepped on something hard, and she looked down subconsciously.

The pendant that served as the proof of the great witch was lying at her feet. The gray fog sealed in it had disappeared, and a crack appeared on the surface of the black crystal. Aiden then realized that he had forgotten to pick up the pendant after he fell into chaos.

"Sure enough, it has become like this..." Daley suddenly nodded, turned back to look into Aiden's eyes and said, "Warden, have you heard Abigail's "teachings"?"