While the man who had received the invitation was stunned by the strange sight in the square, the other residents who had also observed the sky and looked directly at the black sun were also stunned.

When looking up at the vision in the sky, the inhabitants, like the man, saw something incomparably magical.

Either a graceful woman, a polite gentleman or a nobleman, or an illusion of indistinguishable between men and women...... In short, though they could not see the faces of these invitees, they were all drawn to the same palace—the colossal palace that had no boundaries at all, could not be understood by common sense, but was extremely magnificent.

And just as they enter the deepest part of the palace and are about to step into some intimate room with the inviter, who is full of infinite temptation, they will come back to their senses for various reasons and fall back into a bleak reality.

The difference between the front and back is really a bit big.

However, when these lost and trance people came to the square with a nervous mood, the emotions that had not yet dissipated in their hearts were awakened again - they actually saw a scene in the real world that was very similar to the one in the illusion.

Although the familiar well-laid out square in front of me was far less charming than the palace I had seen before, the black figures walking through it, taking on the work of attendants, were no different from the ones I had seen before.

Tension, panic and apprehension disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Instead, there was a kind of longing and excitement that even they themselves could not fully comprehend.

And when these waiter figures, who are between the physical and the unreal, come to them and respectfully make a gesture of invitation, the impulses and desires that lurk in their hearts are further stimulated.

The members of the Black Sun Society, who usually bring deep fear to people, also seemed to become friendly at this moment, and today, they did not carry any weapons and torture instruments that would make people nervous, and although they still wore clothes with the logo of the association, they looked more refined and luxurious.

Even when they look at these banquet participants, they will take the initiative to bring a very natural smile.

Although the sky was still bright, the mysterious attendants had already lit the huge candles that had been placed on the ornate menorahs.

The color of the candles is very strange, they look as flawless and crystal clear as the legendary black jade, and when they are lit, a soft light of pale blue emits out, and the air is filled with an intoxicating sweet smell, as if someone had spilled those precious fruit wines on the table and chairs.

The strange atmosphere spread with the faint light and sweet smell, and soon, under their influence, even the guests who had not witnessed the "magical sight" before became calm, and they were guided by the "waiters" to their own places, and soon sweet wines, fruits, and some delicate snacks were served.

Among the guests who participated in the banquet were some "open-minded" people, and they quickly recognized the value of these hospitality meals brought to the table by the Black Sun Society, and the exquisite and expensive dessert wine called "Saint-Stiel's Wine" became the appetizer of the banquet!

Although the cause of this large-scale banquet involving many important cities is still mysterious, under the irresistible atmosphere of the banquet, people quickly and involuntarily let down their guards and devote themselves to the banquet in front of them.

Before the banquet officially began, the guests were naturally free to move around and talk, and the Black Sun Society obviously had no intention of stopping this behavior, so as if they had been prompted and guided in the dark, those who had been stuck in a stupor and dazed before gathered together unconsciously.

Consciously or unconsciously, they talked about what they had seen when they looked up at the sun.

And just as the discussion among these guests reached a heated peak, the huge Black Sun Secret Ritual erected in the center of the square suddenly let out a buzz, and the invisible power immediately spread out in all directions.

In an instant, these forces were transmitted along the streets and the pre-laid circuits to the other secret rituals in the surrounding area, and a new round of changes unfolded in these cities.

The residents of St. Steele gathered in the banquet square were surprised to find that the huge statue of the secret rite, which was originally full of blasphemy, had changed at this moment, and a faint black shadow slowly fell from the sky, as if the black sun hanging in the sky had personally dropped a light garment.

The veil pierced through the dark magical dome above the city, gently fluttering between the buildings and splitting into pieces of varying sizes, before they each chose their own target, came to the top of the mystical sculptures, and shrouded them gently.

At the moment when these colors fell, people were surprised to find that the original sculpture that had desecrated almost all the gods of Van En had changed its appearance, and the figurative body and shape had disappeared at this moment, and the unsightly head, flowing blood, and broken limbs had all slowly dissipated under this light veil.

A group of members of the Black Sun Society appeared around these rituals.

They were all spellcasters in the Society, and their black robes were outlined with thin golden lines outlining the shape of the black sun, and on the long hem of their robes, there were more bizarre patterns depicted in thin silver lines, and some guests could not help but cast their gaze at these patterns when they were closer, but after only two glances, they could no longer divert their attention.

The patterns are distorted, but they are also delicate, and when they want to concentrate on distinguishing them, they will feel that they "come to life" again, and those silver lines are like slender snakes that have been given life, constantly writhing and swimming in the black background, and as they move, one concrete image after another meets the eyes of these guests, enters their minds.

The casters of the Formation showed unprecedented solemnity and piety, surrounding the changing rituals, and where they stood, one magic pattern after another appeared.

In this way, under the shroud of the huge black sky, the huge magical ritual of the city began to operate.

The Black Sun Society mages, who were the performers of the ritual, took down a palm-sized stone slab from their waists, and in the pale blue light emitted by those black candles, strange and distorted lines appeared on these stone slabs one after another, and then these mages holding the slate closed their eyes, their mouths opened slightly, and a dull but extremely rhythmic chant began to come out slowly.

……

"Crunch."

The wooden window leaves were gently pushed open, and the old, unlubricated window shaft let out a somewhat piercing moan.

A somewhat vicissitudes of life glanced nervously at the magical protective runes inscribed on the windowsill, which were now slowly glowing to symbolize danger, but the protective magic itself had no effect.

As a mage agent planted by the Judicial Council in the Kingdom of St. Steele, the man has successfully evaded several rounds of pursuit and search by the Black Sun Society, and in order to avoid attracting attention as much as possible, he has to take the initiative to remove most of the protective magic from his hideout, and destroy the magic circuits in many magic devices.

He even chose to self-harm and turned himself into a somewhat scruffy lame painter.

It's all worth it.

Until now, he had not attracted the attention of the Black Sun Society, and even those strange magical creatures who were extremely sensitive to magic and could hunt down mages with precision had not been able to successfully capture him, and he had been using his secret communication instrument to convey the situation in St. Steele's territory to the Judicial Council with the secret communication instrument he had hidden in advance.

However, even an old spy like him, who was deeply under the control of the Black Sun Society, never imagined that the Black Sun Society would carry out a magical ritual of this scale in such a special form.

The black canopy that enveloped the entire city not only affected his vision, but also caused a very serious disturbance to the communication secret instrument he used, and after many attempts, he was almost certain that the magic letter explaining the changes in St. Steele's territory was not delivered in time.

"These damn lunatics...... What do they want to do this time? ”

The old agent cautiously glanced out the window, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual around, he quickly glanced up at the black dome above the city.

Then he was surprised to find that as the strange ritual went on, there was a new change in the huge dome—all kinds of twisted patterns appeared on the dome, and they were constantly floating and flickering at a steady speed.

As a member of the Legislative Committee with sufficient experience and qualifications, he recognized some of these patterns almost immediately!

"Poems of the Night? No, it's not just "Poems of the Night", but also the cracks in the jagged hills......"

His mind raced, and he immediately returned to the house, fetching paper, paint, and fountain pens for his identity disguise, then gritted his teeth to steady his heartbeat and emotion, looked straight at the sky again, and began to trace the strange lines on the paper as quickly as he could.

The speed of the old secret agent was very fast, and it didn't take long for a lot of lines to appear on the tiled drawing paper, many of which were naturally repetitive, but in this case, he couldn't care too much, so he could only control the mage's hand to continue the copying work.

However, his gaze inevitably swept over the black sun hidden behind the dark dome, so at this moment, his originally clear and stable mind was immediately seriously disturbed, his vision in front of him was no longer clear, and his consciousness began to become erratic.

A strange sight emerged.

Similar to what the guests at the banquet had seen, the agent saw a slender female figure fluttering towards her, and when she gracefully stretched out her palm, everything around her suddenly disappeared, and the agent was surprised to find herself in an empty courtyard.

There are strangely shaped fountains, and among the sculptures that are difficult to distinguish shapes, black liquid is constantly gushing out, falling into the wide pool, tumbling in it, and in the process showing a bright light like stars.

The woman in the tulle seemed interested in him, and she wanted to lead the agent forward, but as she reached out and made contact with the agent, she suddenly let out a sharp hiss.

Her black-gloved palms had been "burned" by some force, and the agent saw that the graceful figure had retreated into the distance as if it had been violently impacted, and her small half of her arms were gone, only faint black threads still flew out of the several.

The black veil that obscured her face vanished.

As a result, an extremely strange and distorted face appeared in front of the agent's eyes, and he was horrified to find that on the face of this "woman", a series of organs such as eyes and mouth were arranged in an abnormal pattern, and they were intricately combined together, appearing disorderly and chaotic.

Visibly hurt, she raised her other arm and pointed in the direction of the agent, screaming even more unpleasantly.

The hallucinations disappeared in this moment.

The old agent came to his senses again, and he looked back, only to see that the hand of the mage who was helping him to copy the patterns in the room had collapsed and dissipated, and on the street below the building, there were several figures of Black Sun Association guards holding the "Dark Dog".

Not only that, but he also saw two huge figures flying in the direction of his position, which were two huge "Asharu", and on their backs, riding the armed Black Sun Association mage.

"I'm exposed!"

He cursed inwardly, and then immediately left the window, and instead stuffed the paper with the patterns of the dome and the contact notebook he used on a daily basis into a package.

At that moment, the sound of the wind outside the window was fierce, and the agent did not dare to stop, he picked up the important package, activated the only magic ritual that remained in the room, and then rushed to the kitchen, and turned into a dirty, deep pipe.

A few seconds later, a secret magical flame spread rapidly along the magic circuits buried in the building, and as the flames touched the pre-set alchemy bomb, a violent explosion occurred, and the impact of smoke and flames rushed out of the window, actually lifting out the "Yasharu" hovering by the window on the spot.

(End of chapter)