Chapter 627.
Chapter 627 The Call
In all fairness, Vanna felt that Master Morris was right.
Flame, holy oil and spices, the three main elements of the performance of sacred rituals, although the circumstances of these things can be found to find a way to “expedient” a little, but all the things found in the kitchen to replace more or less a little bit is not justified.
But she decided to give it a try.
After all, firstly, she had tried it more than once before on the Lost Country ship, and secondly, she couldn’t find any more suitable materials in this “Witch’s Residence”.
“I shouldn’t expect a ‘witch’ to have holy oil or anything like that in her house,” Vanna sighed and said helplessly to Maurice, “It’s just everyday negligence in preparation.”
Maurice subconsciously chimed in, “I always got the feeling that you haven’t even thought about seriously preparing the ritual materials since the last time you had a successful ceremony on the ship with inferior materials ……”
Vanna shrugged and raised her hand to point out the window, “Then why don’t you find a way to get me some from the street?”
Morris looked up at the tree-shadowed streets outside the window, and thinking about the current chaos in Lightwind Harbor, he thought it would be better to keep quiet.
On the side, Shirley, who had sniffed the news and rushed to watch the fun, tugged Dog to curiously watch Vanna’s actions, and suddenly popped up, “Do you want to add some more ginger and garlic to it?”
Vanna was puzzled, “Why?”
Shirley: “When you’re done with the ceremony by the way, have Luni stir-fry two dishes – I’m hungry.”
“…… Don’t make fun of this freely!” The expression on Vanna’s face finally became a bit untenable, and she glared at Shirley, trying hard to look majestic and serious, “This is a serious ceremony, I was just forced to act expediently due to the conditions ……”
Shirley didn’t say anything as she listened, but just pulled Dog silently toward the door to hide a little farther.
Vanna looked puzzled, “…… you hide so far what to do?”
“I don’t know anything about this fancy stuff you ‘acolytes’ do, but reason tells me it’s best to stand a little farther away right now,” Shirley waved her hand, “Don’t splash me with blood when there’s a lightning strike on you later. ”
Vanna: “……”
Ms. Inquisitor struggled to calm down and decided not to pay any more attention to the watching figures in the doorway as she took a soft breath and focused her attention on the ritual of constructing the psychic channel.
Flames flared and grease boiled.
Regardless, a fire was a fire – at any given time, the ignition of a fire was symbolic of the lifting of civilization; it was a symbol, displayed by mortals to the gods, a symbol that meant only one thing – “Here I am! ”
From long ago, from the time she had just graduated from the seminary herself, Vanna had always thought that way – the form of the fire didn’t matter, the ignition of the fire itself was the meaning.
As one of the most prominent acolytes in the younger generation of the Church of the Deep, this was the only thing that Vanna had thought in the past many years that could be called “not quite doctrinal” – but of course, only in the past years.
Nowadays, she has too many deviant ideas, words and actions.
The soft sound of the waves rang in the ears of the inquisitor, who had become more and more “unorthodox”.
She perceived a glance, a gentle gaze on her, which then turned away, and the “passage” opened before her eyes – at the end of which came the voice of Bishop Valentine. Bishop Valentine’s voice.
“Vanna?” The old bishop’s voice sounded a bit surprised, “I didn’t expect to receive your call out of the blue. …… Wait, what’s that smell?”
“It’s not important, Archbishop,” Vanna said in a serious tone as she settled down, “I’m going to tell you something, and you mustn’t be nervous ……”
“What is it?”
“The Captain is coming to see you at the Cathedral in a few minutes, he wants the construction information for the Lost Country – all of it.”
……
Duncan frowned slightly as he stood with Heidi in the hospital room, looking at the young elf who was lying in the hospital bed.
“This is a patient admitted in only this morning, and there are dozens more like it – panic has already begun to set in in several elven communities, as no one knows if they will be the next to fall or disappear,” Heidi whispered. “The incident has risen to the level of transcendental contamination, and the church has sent out Guardian units to take over those communities, but there’s not much they can do about it other than keep sending elves who are showing signs of abnormality here.”
Duncan nodded with a grave expression, then stepped forward and bent down to observe the state of the young elf in the hospital bed.
The latter’s entire body had a hazy, illusory quality, as if it were a phantom that would dissipate at any time, barely “lingering” in human form on this hospital bed.
This is obviously beyond the scope of the previous “sleeping sickness”, and is no longer a “symptom” that can be dealt with by traditional “medical means”.
“He is disappearing, leaving our dimension of reality in an incomprehensible way – this is no longer a situation that can be handled by ‘psychiatrists’, I used some of the means of the transcendental realm, but I could barely keep their mind on ‘this side’ to slow down the process of this ‘disappearing’,” Heidi continued from behind Duncan, “In one ‘symptomatic ‘milder’ patient, I attempted thought reading, only to find that their minds were being gradually ‘sucked away’ by something …… much larger, as if there was a vortex that was ‘dragging’ these elves away from their mental to their physical bodies. ‘dragging’ them away from the real world.”
Duncan frowned tightly as he listened to Heidi’s description, and only after a long time did he speak as if to himself, “Silantis is taking them away.” Heidi was stunned for a moment, “Silantis?”
“It’s the ‘vortex’ you felt, and I suggest you don’t continue to make any more attempts in that direction,” Duncan said with a serious look on his face, “because there’s a good chance that this vortex will take you too as a ‘elf’.”
Heidi’s face changed slightly for an instant.
Duncan, for his part, divided his attention to the situation in the distance – the
The Lost Country had been gradually approaching the waters where Lightwind Harbor stood, and was currently preparing to surface from the spirit world.
Vanna had just sent a message that she had successfully contacted the Storm Cathedral in Prand, and that Bishop Valentine would have everything ready and waiting for the Captain’s visit in the shortest possible time.
The situation in Lightwind Harbor is still chaotic, the dense forest is a green hell for the inhabitants of the city-state, and even the well-trained city guards and guardian forces are having trouble coping with the situation – Lucrecia is taking action within the city-state to provide as much help as she can.
In the far northern city-state of Frost, the Sleeping Sickness is spreading just as it is in Prand.
As you can imagine, the spread of “sleeping sickness” is not limited to Prand and Frost, as the situation in Windemere has worsened, it is feared that the elves of the whole world are facing the same horrible situation – Silantis is devouring them.
But why is this happening? Why would the World Tree, rooted in the memories of the elven race, suddenly undergo these extreme changes?
Just then, a slight sound that suddenly came from the sickbay interrupted Duncan’s thoughts.
The elf lying on the hospital bed, who was in a state of deep sleep and whose body was gradually becoming transparent and dissipating, suddenly stirred – his body was twitching slightly, and a low, muffled gurgling sound came from his throat.
It was as if he was suddenly about to wake up.
Heidi instantly noticed this scene, and she darted over to the hospital bed, as if she wanted to make sure that the elf was actually regaining consciousness, but just then, the same thing suddenly happened to several other beds in the ward.
One by one, those elves in deep slumber convulsed, the same muffled grunts coming from their throats!
This strange situation made Heidi’s scalp tingle in an instant, and she got up violently, subconsciously looking at Duncan, while at that moment, the muffled grunts from the elves’ throats all came to an abrupt end in the same instant.
In the next instant, the sleeping elves opened their mouths, and as if a consciousness had finally made a connection with these real-world “bodies” at the same time, they uttered a clear voice-
“I am Ted Reel, and I am now located in the deepest part of the Dream of the Nameless.
“I am sending this message to the real world through every avenue I can find, and whoever it is, please spread it to everyone you can after you receive it –
“Silantis is mad.
“She’s trying to devour all the elves and in doing so, enter the real world and re-root and grow.
“She is not our protector, and it is not us she is protecting.
“We are fighting the master consciousness of Silentis and slowing her spread into the real world as much as we can – but we are falling short.
“We need help – do everything we can to prevent the elves in the real world from being consumed by Silantis, to prevent them from disappearing or dying in their slumber, which could slow Silantis’ awakening, repeat, we need help …… “
The voices in the ward ended abruptly.
All the elf patients went back to their “slumber” as if what had just happened was just an illusion – the link between Ted Ryer and the real world had been severed.
“Ted Ryer ……” Heidi was stunned for a few seconds, and finally reacted, “Is that the Secret Keeper of Truth from Lightwind Harbor?!”
There were more than a few moments of panic and horror in her eyes, what had just happened in just ten seconds or so made her realize how bad and serious the situation was.
She looked to Duncan, wanting to seek help from the “Captain”.
Duncan frowned tightly, the sudden change of events and the news from Ted Reel exceeded his expectations, but after a quick reflection, he vaguely grasped some …… thoughts from these “news”.
“Looks like I’ve got to go,” he said to the psychiatrist with a serious expression as he turned his head, “someone’s got to get to the root of this thing.”
Heidi subconsciously spoke up, “On my end then ……”
“Keep doing what you’re doing to slow down the progress of these elves being ‘devoured’,” Duncan said quickly, “Keep their spirits in the real world for as long as you can- -The rest, leave to us.”
(End of chapter)