Chapter 586: 79. Curse Entity (Two-in-One)_4
Fisher had made such a loud noise that Ilois, on the top floor, heard it. She turned her head and immediately saw the cursed entity charging rapidly towards her, frightening her into running ahead. Meanwhile, Balzac, unaffected by Fisher’s Soul Magic, had to endure the curse’s effects and, gritting his teeth, continued following Ilois without stopping.
“Kururu, Kuruba, Chaku Chaku.”
The Star, speaking again, guided Ilois to the top level of the stone wall closest to the moonlight. Before her eyes, the wall began to ripple with visible waves like those of water, while beside it, exquisite murals and Northern Territory Language emerged.
The murals depicted Moon Rabbit Species kneeling under a gigantic Snow Mountain, atop which a golden Divine Tree with innumerable branches bore fruit like snowflakes, signifying that the tree was none other than the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree.
Beside it, similar ethereal ancient Northern Territory Language recorded the glory of the Moon Rabbit Species, one of the Six Clans,
“O noble Phoenix, we thank you for your mercy, for rescuing us from disaster. We offer you our loyalty, our skills, to broaden your horizons, to discover treasures, and to sing praises to your deeds.”
“The Seal you bestowed upon us will serve as a token of loyalty even richer than our bloodline, to be passed down forever.”
Ilois’s gaze slowly moved along the text, eventually settling on the continuously fluctuating central part of the wall. These paintings, writings, and ripples didn’t entirely exist in the real world… or rather, they were not completely in the real world.
Remember when Fisher escaped from Saint Nali, a Demon Servant had used a mysterious relic to take him into the gap between the Spirit Realm and the world, thus avoiding the pursuit of the Elizabeth Fleet? Now, it was similar, as the Moon Rabbit Species, with their vision far keener than that of other species, could not only see but were adept at hiding items within such gaps.
Ilois, dumbfounded, reached out her hand, under the astonished gaze of a panting Balzac behind her; her pale hand eerily passed through the wall before her, dipping into a void. As she slowly explored, she quickly touched something solid.
As she withdrew her hand, a pure white, snowflake-shaped Seal appeared in her palm, in the center of which, a Moon Rabbit Species in a long robe knelt on one knee, looking up in the direction above the Seal, mirroring the Grey Bird Species Mark, and at the top of this Seal was also a shape of a Snow Mountain peak.
“The Seal of the Moon Rabbit Species, in hand! Let’s hurry!”
Excited, Balzac almost jumped up behind her. Just as he opened his mouth, his body became ten times itchier, and soon, it was not merely itching but excruciating pain. His face turned pale, shaking, he raised his hands, only to find black feathers growing rapidly from there.
Ilois, feeling something too, turned back as the bizarre, many-eyed curse was already howling toward her, targeting her, the last of the Moon Rabbit Orphans,
Faced with the terrifying curse, Ilois was too scared to move, only her trembling fingers still clinging tightly to the Seal in her hand, terrified of losing it.
“Traitor, traitor, traitor, traitor, traitor… Blood Meal, Blood Meal, Blood Meal, Blood Meal, Blood Meal…”
In the midst of the frantic whispering in Northern Language, the curse lunged toward Ilois. Bracing herself for death, she tightly shut her eyes, when Balzac, sensing something, rushed forward and pushed her aside. In that critical moment, Ilois was violently shoved aside, escaping the lethal attack, though black feathers began to grow on her body too, she was still alive.
But Balzac was not so lucky; his rarely exercised body tumbled down harshly, and the feathers on his body kept growing more profusely, almost completely engulfing him. He grimly closed his eyes, and the next moment, something had wrapped around his waist and violently pulled him down from above.
In the wind whistling by his ears, he bewilderingly opened his eyes, only to see the stern-faced Nali Gentleman, using the Fluid Sword to gently lower him and Ilois down the building. However, his gaze was unwaveringly fixed on the continuously trembling and murmuring curse entity, trying to understand what it was.
In the moment Balzac was stunned, he and Ilois had been thrown by Fisher to the ground floor of the shrine, unable to see the top anymore. But looking down at the black feathers continuously growing on him and Ilois, he looked up to realize that at some point, the Sealing Cage had been brought to the center of the shrine.
Glancing at the harshly blown open doors of the shrine, Balzac could not help but raise his eyebrows uncontrollably.
Could it be… that Nali person did this?
Maybe I should stop taunting him…
Gritting his teeth, he stood up, walked to the front of the Sealing Cage, opened the gate, and yelled back at Ilois,
“Come in fast, we’ve been cursed, only inside can we completely isolate the curse… Do you want to turn into a black feathered chicken?”
“Eh? But Mr. Fisher… is still up there.”
As Balzac entered the Sealing Cage, he looked towards the shrine above in the bright moonlight, the aura there still terrifying,
“The Seal is in hand, what we can do now is not to hold them back… we can only choose to trust them. Damn, what the hell is that thing, I can’t see anything!”