Chapter Fifty-Nine, Ancient Magical Rituals
At this moment, many thoughts quickly flashed through Balin's mind.
Say congratulations, and then turn around and leave in style? Chic is chic enough, but why?
When she was in school, everyone didn't have much money, and Balin worked a few jobs on her own to earn some money to buy her jewelry and clothes. In the blink of an eye, the woman took what she had spent her money on and threw it into the arms of other men?
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and it grew rapidly.
Bahrain suddenly smiled: "It's okay. By the way, remember yesterday your husband said he was in the army?"
Christine nodded: "He's a ranger!"
Nodding quietly, Bahrain's gaze seemed to flicker with an eerie light. Take Bahrain all the way to the elevator to the Sky Garden.
A strange chill rose from Christine's back, and for some reason seeing Bahrain again this time made her feel an instinctive creepy. As if being peeped at by a poisonous snake, a layer of goosebumps all over his body.
The city-wide energy crisis has not affected the garden, which is suspended in the air. The cold air currents are blocked out of the garden, which is like spring all year round.
The hustle and bustle of the city is isolated, and the tranquility is leisurely. The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and the arcane light shone in the void.
The Arcanists of Truth Rome have a serious addiction to magic, and Arcane has penetrated into all corners of the Arcanist civilization. From the military to the people's livelihood, the foundation of civilization of the entire Arcanist society is built on mana.
Accustomed to the conveniences that come with arcane equipment, the Arcanist civilization cannot afford to live without them. Even the mere fact that urban public transportation is gradually paralyzing is enough to make the entire Blood Sea Enchantment complain, let alone completely lose these existing technologies one day?
The Hanging Gardens were not open to the general public, and even though the Blood Sea Enchantment was trying to make Bahrain a war hero, journalists were not granted access to the Bahrain Honours Ceremony.
The platinum six-pointed star medal is pinned to the left chest of Bahrain. Arcane civilization has long since passed the early days of wearing all kinds of complicated equipment on the human body.
Today's arcane civilization has condensed all the characteristics of equipment into a small medal. All the equipment is made into modules and placed in the main service platform of the World Magic Network. You only need to input mana to retrieve the performance of equipment from the module through the medal.
The investiture ceremony in Bahrain went smoothly, and after more than ten days of preparation, Alice's reincarnation ceremony was finally prepared.
Even after more than ten days of adjustment, Alice's reincarnation ritual success rate was still less than 30%. This is also the limitation of ancient magic.
Ancient magical systems with experience as the core cornerstone were far inferior to arcane arts, which were based on mathematics as the core. However, there are also phenomena in this world that are unexplained by the current arcane system.
The reincarnation of the Ash Samurai is one of the mystical phenomena. Strictly speaking, there are no magicians in the traditional sense of the word in Rome of truth. Even the members of the Association for the Study of Ancient Magic are only arcanists who try to study the occult of ancient magic in arcane arts.
In a not-so-spacious basement, the candle flame on the metal candlestick flickered, making people feel eerie and eerie. Here, all traces of modern arcane are erased, and strange and mysterious spells are carved into the walls.
In the middle of the basement is a stone platform, where an elaborate array of magic extends from the four walls to the ground, where it finally converges.
Alice, dressed in a black robe, slowly stepped barefoot onto the platform and lay down. Five ancient magic researchers dressed in black hooded robes and armed with staff gathered around the stone platform.
Hoarse voices chanted ancient incantations, and mysterious and strange fluctuations filled the basement. To this day, no one has unsolved how these spells can induce supernatural powers.
Alice slowly took off her robe, revealing her fair body.
A sudden burst of light erupted from the tip of the staff. But it is completely different from the brilliance of the arcane, but it makes people's souls throb.
The mysterious incantation became more and more high-pitched, and several black-robed people walked out of the darkness behind the black-hooded burqa, holding a dagger that emitted a ghostly light.
The black-robed man chanting the incantation stretched out his right hand, and the person behind him held the dagger and slowly slashed their wrists.
The blood flowed out, but it was strangely suspended in mid-air.
The rhythm of the black-robed man's spell changed, and the staff was raised flat and pointed at Alice. The blood donation follows the mysterious power of the staff, and divides into a tributary to Alice on the platform.
A ray of light erupted from the platform, and an invisible force lifted Alice up, suspended in midair.
The staff vibrated slightly, prompting a blood donation to engrave a series of mysterious incantations on Alice's fair body.
Soon, Alice's whole body was carved with blood spells. The five people holding the staff suddenly glanced at each other, and the spell changed again, and the rhythm became more and more intense.
A stinging pain that penetrated deep into her soul swept through Alice's body.
"Ah.........h A beautiful face looked distorted and hideous under the stimulation of pain.
The blood donation spell was like an earthworm, constantly writhing on her fair skin, strange and inexplicable.
Boom!
A handful of flames burst out of the platform, pale as bones that had been dead for many years.
Legend has it that this is a flame from the world of the undead, which comes from the other side of the origin of the world, offering souls in exchange for the power of the undead monarch.
But after years of research by Arcanists, most scholars are more inclined to believe that this is another background energy that is widespread in the universe. This energy cannot be observed and used by existing arcane methods, and some scholars refer to this energy as dark energy.
A large number of scholars racked their brains and could not really observe this pale flame, and the data obtained by all means of observation were divergent. No one knows how the pale flames of this dark energy have transformed the human body.
The pale flames slowly devoured Alice, who was screaming fiercely, and the girl's body, which was full of youthful vitality, gradually turned into pale ashes.
As the name suggests, the Ash Samurai is a supernatural power who is reborn from the ashes of this flame. Existing means and theories are not even able to effectively observe this flame, let alone study the principle of rebirth.
Arcanists had no choice but to reluctantly attribute this phenomenon to the occult.
Dots of pale sparks flickered in the ashes. There is no law to study the rebirth of the Ash Warrior, and at this point it is up to fate whether it succeeds or not.
In the darkness, more than a dozen mysterious people in black hooded burqas walked out again, holding paper and pen in their hands to record the process of this ritual. Although the Arcanists have not been able to come up with valid observations after all these years, the Arcanists will not miss a single opportunity to make observations.
The spark in the ashes showed signs of extinguishing, and suddenly, a handful of green flames suddenly burst out of the ashes.