Chapter 67 The Conspiracy of the Isabel Mansion

The reason why Luka was hunted down was very simple, because not long ago, he dressed up as a Ragnar cultist and tried to sneak into the headquarters of the Ragnar cult-Isabel Building.

The plan failed, of course, not just because of the highly recognizable scarf, but more because the guy couldn't wait to shoot everywhere as soon as he stepped into the building, even including the guards at the gate of the building.

By the way, the guard's photo was retaken, which is also the most important reason why he was discovered.

But maybe it was because the Ragnarians never thought that the Isabel Mansion would be invaded, because the people who came to Vigrid either had a pass or were Ragnarians. After a long time, Luka was finally found by the guards, but he had already taken a memory card full of photos. But fortunately, even if this guy slipped to the door, the guard thought he just came in.

Yes, Luca bought the camera again, on loan. Now he has to repay not only the car loan, but also the camera and lens loan.

"Are you French? I can barely recognize your accent, but your manner and the way you wear a tie while wearing a scarf make me doubt your nationality. Do the French like Louis XIV so much? Would you rather strangle yourself and wear a tie?" Salomon said, "You want to fall in love with a young girl while fleeing for your life, you are as stupid as Voltaire's Pangloss."

"This accusation is too much. I have seen "The Innocence", but it does not mean that I believe in Leibniz's optimism. Moreover, wearing a tie is an attitude to life and a privilege of adults! Obviously, you still Not at this age." Luka retorted, "What's more, you don't feel very comfortable meeting young and beautiful girls in such an exciting environment and finding joy in this cruel world full of messy monsters. Is it romantic? Where is your nationality?"

"U.K."

"Ah!"

"I have no intention of arguing with you about these metaphysical things, slaves of consumerism, you just work hard to repay the loan. I don't think I need to work, even if I am an adult." Salomon pouted, he said "Now, I can't get in touch with Bayonetta, but I know she's here, so I'm here to find her. Hurry up, let me see the information you collected, those that can satisfy your dirty and nasty voyeurism s things."

"Why are you being so mean to me, Salomon, are all wizards like this? I suspect you're still at Hogwarts, and your dean is Professor Severus Snape, tsk, damn it The pure blood, damn capitalist. By the way, I like Gryffindor." Luca muttered and put the camera in front of the mystic, "Remember your promise!"

"Shut up, I didn't ask you what you like, you stupid lion. Of course I will keep my promise, provided you do too." Salomon looked at the photos in the memory card under Luca's guidance. After a while, he saw something extremely frightening. Pointing to the photo, he said to Luca, "Ha! I really didn't expect you to go deep into this kind of place! It seems that I found the right person."

"Of course, I'm a reporter." Luca suddenly became complacent, "You're welcome to boast more."

But Salomon ignored him and continued to examine the photos. That extremely frightening thing looked very ordinary. It was a bright red coffin erected on a huge pillar, which seemed to be full of metal texture. A metal spike pierced out from the chest of this human-shaped coffin. A pipe connected to the coffin was carrying a crimson liquid. There are many such things, but Luca didn't have the opportunity to investigate them in depth.

He didn't realize what it was when he took this photo, but Salomon only relied on his extraordinary eyesight to distinguish a few small runes and then recognized it at a glance. Although this thing is wrapped in something with a strong sense of technology, the core operating principle is magic, and the crimson liquid is nothing but blood.

I'm afraid this is the remains of those dead witches. After those witches died, a huge amount of their magic power still remained in their souls. The function of these coffins was to imprison the souls, and then extract the magic power from them to supply the Isabel Building to run or something else.

The device may have been in operation for hundreds of years, and something that required such a huge amount of magic must not be simple.

Salomon frowned tightly, he was constantly thinking: What exactly is Baldr offering? How would he use Celesa to achieve his goals? Could it be magic similar to hinting? But that little guy can't even hold a knife tightly, how could he hurt someone?

The doubts about the Isabel Building made Salomon quite worried. He asked Luca in detail where each of the photos was taken. order. Although Salomon didn't like Luca's free style, this guy was indeed very talented as a reporter, and his investigation also saved a lot of trouble for Salomon's actions.

But he had to find Beunita first and show her a clear route.

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In the Barda room on the top floor of the Isabel Building, in the strange space inlaid with warm light on the ceiling, the angel who was originally as tall as a person was as small as an ant flapping its wings, the one wrapped in energy The blurry figure became increasingly clear. A huge, metallic female face has become clear, including the towering golden bun and the dense, creepy white face decoration on it.

"The two eyes that govern the world are about to come together. The resurrection of Jubilus is just around the corner. The angels are fantasizing as usual. You are the sacrifices for the resurrection of the 'left eye'. Our wishes are the same, and everything is for fulfillment Our long-cherished wish. Yes, light, darkness, human beings, all for the creation of a new world."

The lumen sage Bader stood under this warm light. As his voice became louder, countless angels flew towards the real world from that strange space, and the light around Bader also gradually changed from orange-red warm light to White glare, and as they approached, the light around him became more and more dazzling.

"Hahaha!" Badr raised his hands high, he shouted, "Go, angels, go sacrifice yourself, go and become the cornerstone of awakening the 'left eye', the glory of Jubilus will always be with you! Go ahead, let my dear daughter know how strong she is, let my sweetheart know what mission she has. Don't hold back, don't worry that she will fail, only through this game, my daughter will understand her With real power, she will understand the meaning of her existence!"

"I love you so much, my daughter." Different from the previous high-pitched speeches, Badr's last words were extremely weak, only he could hear him, and he also lowered his head, half of his golden mask covered his eyes. expression.

"Become the god of the new world with me, Theresa."

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[Suggestion, 2nd-level enchantment; casting time: 1 action; range: 30 feet; composition: sound, material (a snake's tongue and a small piece of honeycomb or a drop of sweet oil); duration : Focus, up to 8 hours.

You propose a course of action (limited to one or two sentences) that magically affects one creature within range that you can see that can hear and understand you. Creatures that cannot be charmed are immune to this effect. The proposal must be worded to make the set of actions sound reasonable. Asking the creature to stab itself, throw itself on a spear, set itself on fire, or take other clearly harmful actions ends the spell.

The target must make a Wisdom saving throw. If the saving throw fails, it performs the action you describe to the best of its ability. This set of actions can be continued for the entire duration of the spell. If the proposed action is taken within a shorter time, the spell ends when the target completes what it was asked to do.

If you or any of your allies damage the target, the spell ends. 】

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