SWDnovel Chapter 357 Red Light
Chapter 357 Red Light
Chapter 357 Red Light
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"Red Light" El Moria represents power and will, and to some extent possesses knowledge related to spirit beings and spirit locations.
"If it were you, I think He would be very happy to help, and might even step in to help you deal with 'Sea God' Kavituwa, allowing you to safely inherit its legacy."
After Cyril finished speaking, Klein suddenly fell silent.
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"Red Light" El Moria symbolizes power and will, which makes it seem as if the seven lights have a clear division of labor, each belonging to a different domain.
Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, my intuition tells me that this might actually be feasible.
After a moment's thought, he continued, "Do you know the ritual for connecting with the 'Red Light,' El Moria?"
Cyril nodded calmly: "The simplest way is for me to take you directly to the spirit world. There, you only need to have the corresponding thought flash through your mind, and He will be able to detect it and respond."
"However, I've been running around these past few days, and I've used up all the teleportation data I recorded before, without having time to replenish it."
"Besides that, there are more conventional methods, such as holding a secret ritual."
"You might not necessarily need a secret ritual; any ritual that establishes a connection with the red light will suffice, and it will surely respond immediately."
The honorific title of "Red Light" El Moria is: The Everlasting Light of the Spirit World, the Embodiment of Endless Knowledge, the Red of Authority and Will.
"To me..." Klein glanced at him thoughtfully.
It seems I am quite special when it comes to matters related to the spirit world.
As he murmured, he recalled a sentence Arodes had said when he first met Arodes: "The great ruler above the spirit realm."
Does "above the spirit realm" refer to the space above the gray mist?
If that place is truly related to the spirit world, it seems normal that the seven lights of the spirit world can see some things.
However, it's quite surprising that Arodes' mirror can also reveal this. Could that sycophantic mirror possibly possess some kind of "omniscient" or "spying" authority?
Cyril knows quite a bit, and it's very likely that the leader of his organization also knows, and that his joining the Tarot Club may even have been influenced by the other party's wishes.
Why do I feel like the whole world knows my secrets, even more than I do?
He paused, gathering his thoughts, and asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Do you know how to recruit messengers for yourself?"
...Of course, you should go to the spirit world and shout that you are looking for a messenger, and then sit back and wait for the spirit creatures to come and submit their resumes.
After clearing his mind, he said seriously, "I can give you my messenger summoning incantation for reference, but I can't guarantee its effectiveness, since my messenger came to me on its own."
"Perhaps you could ask Arods, who knows everything, or ask Redlight," aside from strongly recommending themselves, they should still be able to offer some good advice.
"If you find that troublesome, you can also have Mr. Azik send you a ghost as a messenger."
"The Death Archon?" He controls a layer of the underworld, commanding countless undead. Obtaining angelic-level undead is difficult, but demigods are easily within his grasp.
It sounds easy, but unfortunately Bayam is too far from Backlund to contact Arrodes.
"I see."
After nodding slightly, Klein turned and went back to his room.
In the living room, Danitz sat in an armchair with a puzzled expression, but dared not ask any more questions.
Although "Red Light" El Moria is a lawful being and very human-friendly, it shouldn't respond to rituals so easily, right?
It's as if you're greeting your neighbor.
And then there's the Death Governor, isn't that the title of the governor of the former Byron Empire in the Southern Continent? How is it related to the underworld?
Although the Byron Empire worshipped the God of Death at the time, wasn't it going too far to control a layer of the underworld?
Is this guy bragging?
Tch~, you make it sound so easy, as if it were the truth.
Cyril's gaze fell on Danitz, and he ordered, "Go buy me breakfast."
Danitz swallowed back the words that were about to come out, and instead said with a smile, "I... okay, okay."
What kind of breakfast would you like?
"Whatever." With that, he turned and went back to his room to continue studying the "Book of Natural Disasters."
Danitz was left in the living room with a contorted expression before he stood up from his armchair, muttering something as he left.
"You piece of shit, whatever you are!"
"You've been lying in your room until this late, why don't you just wait for lunch?"
In the bedroom next to Sirion's, Klein arranged candles, essential oils, a silver dagger, and other items, then stood up and took a step back.
He rubbed his fingers together to light the candle, then dripped essential oils and hydrosols into the flame.
After the scent of deep sleep flowers and chamomile filled the room, he took a step back and chanted in ancient Hermes: "Eternal light of the spirit world, embodiment of endless knowledge, red of authority and will."
Ugh!
A chilling wind howled and swirled in the room, carrying the essential oils, herbal powders, and other items used in the ritual into the expanding flames.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful and majestic will appeared, causing the surrounding light to distort, making the red even redder, the black even blacker, and the white even whiter, causing the spirit world to overlap with reality.
Then he saw a majestic, pure red light descend from a great distance, seemingly descending from the spirit world into reality.
As the red light appeared, he seemed to hear the mournful cry emanating from the spiritual wall he had set up beforehand.
Without the barrier of the spiritual wall, the influence of "Red Light" El Moria would definitely spill out.
This relatively friendly being may not cause too much of an impact on the surrounding area, but it will definitely alarm the "Sea King" of the Storm Church, and a conflict will inevitably break out. Then Danitz's property, and even this street, will be reduced to ruins.
Lost in thought, he threw out a paper figure before the séance completely turned into a ritual of descent.
At the same time, he heard a commanding voice echo in his ears: "Confinement!"
Layer upon layer of transparent walls appeared, replacing the collapsed spiritual wall and isolating the room from the outside world.
Klein subconsciously glanced back, but did not see Sirion.
"Did the spirit sense something was about to change and take remedial action before the spiritual wall I erected collapsed?"
As he whispered, his spirituality was stirred, and he turned to look at the spirit-summoning ritual he had set up.
The paper figure he had just thrown out was strangely floating in mid-air, surrounded by a clear red light, as if it were wearing a long red robe and exuding an extremely majestic aura.
As he pondered how to greet her, the paper figure bowed respectfully and said, "Good morning. I am the great ruler of the spirit realm, 'Red Light' El Moria, summoned here."
Klein returned the greeting somewhat awkwardly, saying, "Good morning, Your Excellency El Moria."
As he straightened up, the paper figure, draped in a long, crimson robe shimmering with light, bent even more deeply at the waist.
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I thought there was only one being like Arodes...
"El Moria... well, sir, I think we don't need to be so polite."
"Yes, sir." The paper figure, draped in a red robe, calmly straightened up and then asked, "Your Highness, may I ask what you need me for?"
This level of politeness is no less than that of Arodes, only it doesn't push the boundaries as much.
Resisting the urge to rub his temples, he carefully crafted his words and asked, "I want to find the ruins where 'Sea God' Kavituwa is hiding. Do you have a way?"
"Kavituwa..."
The paper figure draped in a long red robe murmured, then replied after a moment's thought, "Your Highness, the ancient elven ruins where Kavituwa is hiding do not exist in the Spirit Realm. However, there is indeed information about it in the Spirit Realm, which I can use to pinpoint its exact location."
"I can use the spirit world to send you there, but outside of the spirit world, I cannot proactively provide you with any substantial help."
"Although Kavitua is on the verge of collapse, it is not yet completely destroyed and is too dangerous for you at the moment."
"You really intend to take matters into your own hands and eliminate Kavituwa for me?" Klein paused for a moment, then said, "I plan to go after it's completely destroyed, as long as I get there before that Sea King."
The paper figure, draped in a long red robe, nodded slightly and said, "If that's the case, perhaps I can offer Your Highness some assistance."
"I can use the spirit world to temporarily block the news of Kavitowa's fall. Although this cannot keep it from Arne Coltman, who is confronting Kavitowa, for too long, it can delay his reaction time."
"At the same time, I can also interfere with divination and prophecy. After you obtained the legacy of Kavituwa, Your Highness, Yann Courtman will be unable to lock you down in any way."
How thoughtful... After exclaiming this, Klein nodded and said, "Okay, what do I need to do in return?"
"No, no need, it's just a small favor."
"It is our duty to provide assistance to His Highness."
After praising "Red Light's" thoughtfulness once again, he asked, "By the way, I'd like to find my own messenger. Do you know which spirit creatures would be suitable, and how I should summon them?"
The paper figure, draped in a long red robe, bowed again and said sincerely, "Your Highness, if you don't mind, I can become your messenger."
"As one of the pure lights of the spirit world, I can reach all places that are not completely isolated from the spirit world, and I also have enough power to deal with any unexpected events that may occur when delivering messages."
Klein's eyelids twitched slightly, and he managed to suppress the twitching at the corner of his mouth by relying on the "Joker" ability.
...Sirius was right.
However, having "Red Light," one of the pure lights of the spirit world, deliver a message to me would probably scare the recipient to death.
Although he was very tempted by such a powerful and sincere messenger, who could even be called a hidden existence in the mysterious world, he still rationally chose to refuse.
"No need to be so polite. I just need an ordinary messenger to deliver my message."
Instead of the pure light of the spirit realm, whose status is not much lower than that of a true god, otherwise, those who know would know that I am delivering a message, while those who don't would think that I am conveying a divine message to someone.
The paper figure, draped in a long red robe, nodded slightly. Klein inexplicably sensed that it, well, seemed somewhat disappointed.
After a slight pause, the paper figure spoke again: "Your Highness, you only need to convey your request when setting up the ritual to summon the messenger, and a spirit creature that meets the requirements will naturally respond."
"The spirit world is vast and boundless. Whatever kind of messenger you need, there will be spirit beings to meet your requirements."
"If you wish to have a more special spirit creature as a messenger, I can provide you with a list."
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Does this mean I can choose any part of the entire spirit world?
After muttering to himself, Klein nodded and said, "I understand. First, help me find the ruins where Kavituwa is hiding."
"No problem." The paper figure nodded slightly. "Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"
Klein waved his hand and then took the initiative to end the spirit possession ritual.
Sigh... I always felt that this "Red Light" was more polite than Arodes. To be precise, "Red Light" was respectful to me, while Arodes was more inclined to deliberately flatter me.
Rumble!
A series of thunderous explosions, like bursts of air, came from the horizon, and dark clouds gathered again, surging over Bayam like roaring waves.
Immediately afterwards, a hurricane carrying numerous wind blades suddenly rose up in the sky above Bayam, cutting through and scattering the incoming dark clouds.
Before the rain could even fall, it was blown by the strong winds towards the sea.
The sea around Blue Mountain Island rises and falls, with waves rising one after another, but as it approaches Bayam, these waves are strangely calmed down and remain within a normal range.
Cyril removed his hand from the crystal ball and looked out the window at the slightly gloomy sky.
"Cavitua is nearing its limit; it won't last tonight."
The potion for "My Recorder" is almost finished...
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"My digestion seems to be progressing a bit wrong. It's getting more and more difficult towards the end, like there's an invisible film blocking my way, and it's getting tighter and tighter towards the end."
"But witnessing and recording the fall of Kavituva, the changing of the Sea God, the occurrence and cessation of a calamity—shouldn't that be enough for me to digest this last bit of potion?"
As he muttered to himself, he turned his head to look at the wall behind him, where the hands of the clock were pointing to the three o'clock position.
The next second, a large swath of gray mist surged before his eyes, while a deep red and illusory light rose up at the same time.
After a moment of disorientation, the scene before him transformed into an ancient palace that resembled the dwelling of giants, with blurry figures appearing on either side of the mottled long table.
After glancing around, "Justice" Audrey rose from her chair, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed to "The Fool" at the head of the table: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
After a brief pause, she looked at the "Hanged Man," "The Sun," "Fate," and others opposite her and greeted them in turn.
After everyone had finished their greetings, Audrey turned to the head of the table, "The Fool," and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Fool, I returned to my family's territory last week and am temporarily unable to obtain Russell's Diary from the Psychological Alchemy Society."