Sacrifice in the Forest of Cave

Chapter 58 Sacrifice in the Forest of Cave

Could the remains of a god be inside the cave? Rorschach stared into the depths of the cave, unable to imagine what the god's remains would look like.

The earth trembled, and dust fell from the cave.

"Quickly use [Stone Shaping] to solidify the cave ceiling."

Nemo, Ina, and Rorschach, who possessed this spell, cast it simultaneously, stabilizing the situation somewhat.

Fortunately, at this moment there is no concern about consumption. As long as the control is strong enough, it is possible to "tame" the abundant ether.

However, the rock face at the top gradually turned from orange-red to pink and began to twist and collapse.

"Don't get stuck to the pink falling rocks!" Nemo warned. Ina tried to deploy some kind of field magic defense, but it was pierced by the collapsing pink material.

"Quickly use that blood sign!" Rorschach urged. François began sketching the recorded pattern on the ground as quickly as possible, but there was no response after he finished drawing it.

Rorschach's attempt to travel through the loop using ether had no effect. "It still requires blood?" he uttered his conjecture.

"Try it and you'll see." Without another word, François pulled out an exquisite dagger from under his robe and cut his finger. The blood that seeped out was immediately drawn into the magic circle.

"There's a reaction. And they even use blood as a medium. What barbaric gods." Nemo frowned. After seeing the results, he drew a machete from his waist, gripped the blade with his left hand, and slashed it. The dripping red liquid caused the magic circle to shine brightly.

Unlike the initial attempts at the campsite, this time the area was significantly more active and wider, and it wasn't covered by a thin layer of moss; instead, meadows grew underfoot.

Trees miraculously burst forth from the earth, spreading their canopies within the caves to shield people from the falling pink, amorphous matter. Upon contact with the amorphous dust, the outer leaves of the trees also mutated, but no trees within the area spread pink; the leaves that came into contact with it immediately withered and were replaced by new branches, perpetuating life.

This scene reminded Rorschach of the first scene of his dream.

"The blood is evaporating and needs constant replenishment." Rorschach also had a small knife, which was originally used for manicuring nails, but it looked much smaller than the previous two.

Before the cutting could even begin, Ina stopped him: "How long can we hold out on our own? A quarter of an hour would be good enough. Quickly gather everyone and replenish the magic array in batches. As for you," Ina stared at the boy, "don't you have more important things to do?"

Sigh, assigning a lowly mage like me to do this kind of thing is really boring. What were all those high mages doing when they came here for sightseeing?

Rorschach sighed, "If what He said is true, I have absolutely no idea what kind of being I'll be fighting, or how to destroy it."

"The divine instructions in the dream have all come true. We should indeed find the corpse of the god and find a way to destroy it, but not just Master Rorschach alone," François said seriously.

"Ina, stay here." Nemo's expression was grave. He clenched his left hand again, new blood flowing into the magic circle. "What will happen to the other team members if something goes wrong here? We can't send all of us out. If there isn't a single mage here, these people will collapse in the face of the cataclysm."

Ina pointed out an important problem: "After saying all this, how are we going to find the corpse of the god? The usual defensive shields along the way won't be enough."

As if in response to her words, the amber bubble surrounding the beetle expanded again, becoming so thin it resembled a real bubble. The interior of the bubble could easily enclose a person, and the pink molten sand and gravel falling onto the outer wall of the amber bubble were completely blocked.

"It seems this god is quite calculating, wanting me to be the savior all by myself." Rorschach joked as he stepped inside, the beetle flapping its wings as if to set sail.

Suddenly another body squeezed into the bubble. Fortunately, it wasn't an adult male; it squeezed in with Rorschach, and the bubble barely managed to contain it.

"Master Rorschach, I've taught you intermediate-level spells free of charge, shouldn't you call me 'teacher'?"

"Ms. Ina? You should stay with Nemo."

"Since you are my student, how can a teacher sit idly by and watch their student go into danger?"

"…Thanks."

Led by the beetle, Rorschach and Ina walked deeper into the cave. Looking back, the Forest of Delyuats, as its name suggests, did indeed summon a dense forest that protected them from the strange falling rocks.

At this moment, everyone is lining up to replenish the magic circle with blood. The apprentices and workers have fear and pain on their faces and are spontaneously making prayer gestures. It is a vivid ritual taking place in the center of the "dense forest".

In the primeval forest, everyone had nothing but the opportunity to offer their lives and their blood, the most vital symbol of life, to the gods.

Ancient, bloody, and barbaric.

As we continued forward, the path inside the cave widened, and smooth fragments of stone began to appear around us. The tremors became more frequent and clearer, like a pulse.

"My student, and your precious son, are in great danger." Cano practically dragged Granor off the carriage.

The prospective lord straightened his disheveled scarf, questioning with displeasure, "Calm down, Master Kano. I don't understand the necessary connection between the stellar shift and the sub-plane. The guild's teleportation and mail system hasn't been restored; it's a mess."

"Turbulence! Turbulence of metamorphic dust, idiot, now I know why you're still hanging out with stonemasons every day even though you're at level seven..."

With his hand on Granor, Kano led him through layers of restrictions to a huge room filled with instruments, except for an empty circular platform in the center.

On the way, Kano quickly explained, "We started recording stellar shifts last night; it's transmutation dust accelerating. The stellar force field in the primary plane is strong enough to deflect and shield these things, but what about the secondary planes?"

Granor finally realized the gravity of the situation: "There's practically no protection!"

"So we all know what happened to the first unfortunate dwarf who tried to go to the Astral Plane. Quickly draw a teleportation circle here!"

"Why isn't it in its original position? His Majesty the King and I have..."

"You idiot, blinded by your title! Are you even a spellcaster anymore? I had the original teleportation array checked today, it's locked!"

"Then how can you guarantee this will work?" Granor asked, already beginning to shape the magic circle with molten metal. Although somewhat flustered by Kano's aggressive approach, Granor's skills as a high-level mage remained, and the magic circle quickly took shape.

"You're treating a teleportation array like a precious treasure, hiding it away like it's nothing. Look at our work, Snow—"

At a command, a roar resounded around them, the power source located next to the house. Lightning and the ethereal glow of overflowing matter intertwined and flickered, and the molten metal magic array, which previously required eight archmages to activate, was successfully activated by the powerful input.

Granova's eyes widened: "Who is casting this spell? Space is distorted, but no, no teleportation path has been created."

After idling for a while, Carnot ordered the experiment to be stopped.

"Off-target! The transmutation dust is obstructing the teleportation path; we need to adjust the magic array. Snow, call all the researchers upstairs down for me to calculate."

"That's impossible, Cano. Any alteration to the magic circle will only lead to failure. We just need to wait for the turbulence to subside, and François will find a way to take refuge. Nemo! Nemo is the leader this time; he's an experienced explorer. With him here..."

"You're useless, Lord Granova. Please leave this room!"

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