"She stayed there for a long time," Helen told them, "but I'm not sure if she's still there."

"Your level of divination has declined." The Lord Lion muttered.

"Something is interfering with my witchcraft." The Witch of Destiny looked at the crystal ball, and red silk threads began to float inside. "Bloody. Ominous omen." For no reason, Uriel saw that her face suddenly turned white.

"Helen?" Ronard also discovered it.

The witch's fingers trembled, and her eyes were covered with a layer of blood-red gloom. This was a terrifying scene - you could not see the original gradient colors in the pair of bright eyes. They lost the division between the whites and pupils in the apprentice's shocking gaze, and the unstable magic stirred around her. All the peaceful and deep feelings disappeared. The crimson mist broke out from the inside of the crystal and wrapped the witch at a speed that everyone could not stop. Uriel felt a high wall of air coming towards him, and the huge force caught him off guard and pushed him backwards.

But the messenger pushed his shoulders hard, forcing the apprentice to stagger and stand firm. The lion Ronard stretched out his hand quickly, and his palms expanded and deformed, and grew sharp and curved claws. He used the tips of his claws to tear the blood mist and knocked on the crystal ball that was stained with red. In an instant, with the magic power rioting like a volcano erupting, the air seemed to be squeezed. The crystal ball that was first blasted made a cracking moan and immediately broke into pieces.

The blood mist rolled back and rushed into the body of the witch of fate. She let out a scary hissing sound from her mouth.

The lion couldn't help but glance at the messenger, but Joey shook his head. "She's fine." He gestured to Ulier to hold Ms. Helen down on the sofa, so that the fragments would not break through her skin. "Those are her magic, the powers eroded by mystery."

Joey was right, the witch was gradually calming down. Uriel heard the heartbeat that was thundering in his chest. For a moment, he seemed to feel a sea of ​​blood coming towards him, and he couldn't help but subconsciously mobilize the magic power in his body. However, the messenger quickly restored his control of power from this stress reflex. Perhaps frozen emotions are also Joey's unique secret skill.

"What's wrong with her? Ms. Helen--"

"Magic is out of control." Joy paused, "Witchcraft is out of control. But the reaction is timely, she is fine."

But as soon as he calmed down, Uriel found that his magic power was emptied halfway. From the reflection of the glass, the apprentice saw his face filled with horror. It was really hell! He realized that it was probably not the only witch of fate that was out of control of the magic.

"How could Helen's witchcraft suddenly lose control?"

"I don't understand witchcraft." The messenger could see through her situation by relying on mystery, but he knew nothing about witchcraft and astrological magic. "But this situation is probably related to the prophecy of blood."

"Helen has never had that prophecy dream." Ronard used his lion's claw to pull up a wisp of fog rising up and observe its form. "But she used magic to peek at Roma's fate. Prophecy is always related to fate. Since the empty realm has been damaged, there is no need to mention the ring level."

The messenger also knew what he meant. "The saint has obtained a dream, but the empty realm will lose control of magic due to touching the related fate. The blood prophecy has begun."

"I hope the guy without the astronomical room makes a prediction at this time," said the lion. "There is something wrong with the confidentiality decision of the Fate Rally."

"No big problem." Ulier watched Joey pick up the fragments and stroke the fingers, then wiped the blood on the table. No one could tell from his face that the anxiety was. "It should be just that the fate of people related to the Blood Prophecy will cause the same consequences. We only need to remind the insiders."

The Blood Spell Soren explains that it is a type of black witchcraft. It is best not to touch it before you become a mysterious in the empty realm.

Witchcraft is a kind of magic, but the apprentice has never heard of black witchcraft. To be honest, his understanding of magic classification is only superficial. He originally thought witchcraft was exclusive to witches, but he complained about how weird the witchcraft of the Silence School was, and taught him not to understand the principle. Uriel hoped to get more information from Soren, but it could actually restrain himself from talking about this topic. As for the use of blood spells, the ring was not mentioned at all.

But there is no need to explain. A string of magic texts lit up, and each symbol is composed of solidified blood. Uriel heard rustling noises and crackling sounds of objects falling down. Then there was a scream that almost penetrated the eardrums.

"Mr. Sidney! Eastman's emergency-" but the scream stopped abruptly.

The magic suddenly failed. Uriel was surprised to see the solidified blood stains twisting wildly, and the tabletop seemed to be gnawed by insects. Bai Zhi slapped the magic text with a slap. When he raised his hand, the frost fell. "Blood." He said.

Obviously, not only will there be problems with the magic of fate related to prophecy, but any magic involving blood will also be affected.

"I need to go back. The tower must have encountered the taboo earlier than we did."

Ronard frowned. The apprentice understood his worries. After all, the coordinates of Iron Claw City have not been repaired yet. Apart from the commander's blood spell, they had no other way to contact the tower. "When Helen woke up, we went to find Roma immediately. It's really hell... but at least old Sidney is fine."

Uriel also breathed a sigh of relief. Sauron quietly told him that the "Lion" Ronned Zachley had arguing with the old astrologer in the conference hall. His concerns immediately made the apprentice respect the Lord Lion.

"On the other side of the communication is the newly promoted female apprentice." The messenger said, "It seems that the problem is Larsen."

The apprentice suddenly became nervous.

Ronard also reacted. Although the "Silver Cross" was on duty at the observation deck, Sabina was afraid of waking him up, so she usually chose to notify her mentor. But this time she woke Osvid up directly.

"We thought we could stay out of the matter." He couldn't help but murmur.

The messenger nodded, and Uriel saw him turning his gaze to him. An enlightenment arose in the apprentice's heart and he wanted me to go back together. However, before Uriel could answer, the world in front of him suddenly shattered.

End of Spirit Vision—

It seems that my magic is useful. Uriel's premonition came true. Perhaps the only useful prophecy. Because my magic source is the demon rather than Otto? The apprentice is not sure. But this did not affect his determination.

Uriel patiently waited for the messenger to communicate with the tower, and the news came one after another repeatedly in his ears. But perhaps because he had not responded enough when he heard that Mr. Larson also had a feeling of thought in his eyes that the messenger once again cast.

He noticed that Uriel found that his excuse for meditation had no place to use it.

Joey said "I hope you stay."

After receiving a positive answer, he turned his head and looked at Ronald. "Uriel is a magician." It seems that this is the explanation. "Or you can send him to take care of the witch."

Ronald wanted to ask a question in confusion, but the messenger turned around and opened the gap of the star and disappeared in one second.

“…”

Uriel pretended not to see the confusing gaze of the Lion Lord, and before he could ask questions, he changed the topic first, "She woke up."

The Witch of Destiny looked fine, and her eyes returned to normal. The apprentice felt the magic sea that returned to the silence, which regularly radiated fluctuations, and every minute was under the control of the Witch.

"It's my magic." She explained, "those red mists, red silk threads. My magic of contact with fate was infected and lost in the blood-red waves. I saw Roma staying in the church of Gaia, and she was being caught in the vortex of prophecy. If it weren't for this, my magic would not be affected."

"The commander has returned to the tower. His blood spell suddenly failed." Ronard said, "Larsen encountered the same problem. He must have started looking for the traces of Roma after the trial. But since you are not injured, his condition will not be worse. When I find that girl, I will not let her run around. Without Roma making trouble, no matter what the prediction is, Chloita will be able to move forward and retreat freely."

"The situation is already bad." The emerald in front of the witch's left eye shook gently. "The fate assembly will be severely constrained, and the prophetic storm will sweep away more mysterious organizations. Have you forgotten? My magic was aborted in front of a Gaia's church. The child encountered a blood-red fate in the church. Uncle Ronide. The Silence School has been involved."

...

The roads in the countryside are full of mud, but the violets on the road are more prosperous than the royal city. Eastman is still in the bimonthly communication between the flames and harvests of the fire, and the four-leaf collars already need to wear coats. However, regardless of the climate, the villagers rarely visit the church. Their work may be much simpler than in the city, and the time and physical strength can be consumed. The village at night fell into a deep sleep, and the guards were in a difficult situation, and even the three living people flying over their heads could not be discovered.

Uriel's weight was supported on his shoulders, and his shoulders and neck were sore as soon as he landed. He wanted to use the Holy Word to evoke him to give his shoulders an ice cream, but his magic was not enough to be wasted. After all, the effect of the scroll of vows required him to bear the corresponding price, and he would rather have a pain in his whole body than increasing his chance of spiritual vision.

"Lion" did not break into the church, and it was not until then that he suddenly realized the intention of Bai Zhizhe to leave his apprentice. "I almost forgot that I am also a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." He complained to the witch, "It's all Dean Rubin's fault. As soon as I saw him staying in the office, I wanted to turn around and leave."

"That's because you always like to violate the rules," the witch said.

Uriel stepped forward and knocked on the door, and a cross knight immediately opened the door... and then poked out the steel tip of the helmet and a piece of spear. There was no cross sign on it, and the apprentice suddenly discovered it.

He asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"The Messenger of Tachloe of the Sky." The apprentice used the emblem again. "Although it is not polite to visit late at night, we are in a hurry."

"In theory, the monastery does not welcome strangers, no matter where you come from." The gatekeeper must have noticed the mystery of the empty realm, and his tone was nervous and urgent. "Of course, I will notify the Dean of your arrival. Please wait."
Chapter completed!