MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 33 terror

　　In a fast food restaurant.

　　 Looking at the elder brother in front of him, Thulhu has a complicated look, and his eyes are looking up and down.

Unlike the original owner who inherited his mother's appearance, this Roald inherited more of the facial features of their father Doncaster and Botley. The edges and corners are firm, and the nose is slightly gloomy and thick. His lips are often pressed tightly, showing a resolute expression.

　　 At this time, the other party was opening and closing his mouth without any image, stuffing the beef burger into his mouth, and swallowing his throat stubbornly-almost without chewing.

　　 "You... haven't eaten for a few days?"

　　 This state makes Thulhu think of a starving ghost or a homeless man who wanders in the park for several days.

　　 "Two days and one night... It is difficult to buy tickets for long-distance steam trains, and the food on the trains is too expensive..."

　　 After eating seven Big Mac burgers in a row, Roald Botley poured another big glass of orange juice, and finally sighed contentedly: "I will come right away since I received your letter..."

　　 "I'm sorry... my trouble has been dealt with!"

　　 Thulhu shrugged his shoulders, a little regretful in his heart.

　　 If this Roald arrives one day earlier, he might make a completely different choice.

　　 "Really... I seem to be late!"

　　 Roald nodded, and looked up and down Thulhu a few times: "Well...the little one has grown taller and stronger! What I want to say is...see you again, it's great!"

　　 He tried to squeeze a soft smile on his face, and he could see that he had done his best.

　　‘I haven’t been back in four years since the original owner broke with the family, right? ’

　　 The expression in Thulhu suddenly became confused: "Old guy...how is he? Also, why did you send me a letter before? The thing in the letter...what's the matter?"

　　Because there are so many people around, he didn't directly name the pages of the black magic book.

　　 "He... not good, very bad!"

　　 The action of Roald is stagnant.

"What happened?"

　　 Don't you say that our old father is missing, it reminds me of a certain American drama.

　　 Thulhu secretly slandered, and immediately heard the Roald deliberately lowered the voice: "He... uh... how do you say it? Go to a far place, through the means you know!"

　　 "I know, that means?"

　　 The hand of Thulhu is slightly clenched, and a sea of ​​fire seems to emerge in front of his eyes.

　　 That was the deepest and painful picture in the memory of the original owner, Tonks’s failed promotion ceremony!

　　 Even if it's just a part of the memory, his body can't help but trembles slightly, his cheek twitches: "It seems...we need to have a good chat!"

"no problem!"

　　 Roald wiped his mouth with a napkin: "We really should have a good talk... and we need a quiet environment!"

　　 He got up naturally.

　　 Thulhu glanced at his pocket, and simply went to check out by himself.

　　……

　　 On a clearing in the outskirts.

　　 The surroundings are empty, there is nothing, and the vision is extremely wide.

　　 Thulhu and Roald walked, while narrating some things that happened to each other.

　　 Because that page of the Black Magic Book was given by Roald, Thulhu didn't hide it, and explained everything that happened afterwards.

　　 Well, except for the secret of crossing and cheating, it is impossible to leak.

　　The focus is on the changed Beatrice and Catherine who was besieged.

Roald looked solemn, walked a few steps, and said: "That Catherine, according to your description, is very similar to [Shadower], Extraordinaries of this rank can do something through shadow Unbelievable things, but not difficult to deal with! It's just evil, because the shadows they manipulate need to be taken from others!"

　　 "That's for you..." Thulhu has a gloomy face.

　　 He felt that this brother is very strong, regardless of his strength or physique, he is superior to himself, the previous hug almost made his bones aching, and he was definitely called ‘inhuman’ level.

　　 "Yes... No matter what profession Extraordinaries is, it is extremely dangerous for ordinary people... You handled it right!"

　　 Roald said gently and honestly: "As for the school director, I will talk to him, and there will be no unnecessary trouble to come to you."

　　 After hearing this sentence, Thulhu immediately felt relieved.

　　 But the look in Roald is unprecedentedly solemn: "The most important thing... is that corpse girl, Beatrice! I am afraid she has really changed!"

　　 "How specific?"

"The magic book page I gave you is indeed a trophy. It comes from a secret society that worships death... Of course, my ancient prose is not good, and I can’t fully parse the words above. I just think it’s more important, so let me take a look. ."

　　 Roald Road.

　　 "If I hadn't had that magic, maybe I would have been arrested as a murderer..." Thulhu shook his head.

The upper class knows the extraordinary power, but the police officer at the bottom of the case may not know it. Even if what he said has attracted the attention of the upper class, in the situation at that time, a few well-meaning people would come to pull a poor boy who did not know each other. ?

　　 Thulhu has never liked to place this hope on the kindness of others.

　　 "I'm not saying you didn't handle it right, but... it's abnormal!"

Roald frowned and stopped: "That kind of black magic...According to the truth, no matter how you use it as an ordinary person, you are doomed to fail... But because of the special nature of the object, plus When you use the moon as the source of ritual power, there have been some changes."

　　Thulhu recalled the situation at that time~www.novelbuddy.com~ Indeed, if there is no attribute bar, he would not learn [Black Witchcraft-Corpse Princess] this skill.

　　 Even if I learn it, the failure rate is very high.

　　 was able to succeed in the end, entirely because some unknown force helped.

"That girl...Beatrix, you said that Catherine cares about her very much. Judging from the fact that the other party often sacrifices girls, she should belong to a very special type of person. If this kind of person is in the church of the Goddess of Light, they may be cultivated The saint... and in the eyes of some evil gods, it is a very good carrier of coming!"

The following words of Roald suddenly changed the expression of Thulhu: "You mean... some evil existence interfered with my ritual and made Beatrice his'sacrifice'? Or'incarnation'?"

"That's it, but... you are the chief priest of the ritual. This has not changed. This mysterious involvement and suppression will make the products of the ritual eaten away. If you kill you, she can truly be free, or, in other words, completely belong to a certain deity. exist!"

　　 "Then why didn't she kill me?" Thulhu felt cold and asked.

"Rituals and ceremonies are very mysterious and complicated things... I can only say some guesses! Judging from the fact that you can barely control the corpse girl afterwards, although the other party was affected a little at the time, they could not compete for your control. In other words, that existence made the ritual a success, but it just planted a seed!"

　　 "Seed?"

　　 "Maybe because of the relationship between the gods just opened at dawn, the righteous gods are sleeping, and the evil gods can't easily wake up and descend... so it's just a seed!"

Roald said: "But the seed will eventually grow. The zombie will be blessed by death, and her strength will surely grow rapidly... After exceeding a certain limit, you must pass a certain ritual to kill your'original'. Promoted to become a real'horror'!"