Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 618 The Recipient

Triss, leaving aside her past history as a male, if we were to call her by her full name now, it should be "Triss Chick".

However, the fact that was hard for her to admit was that after she got rid of the witch's sect, she could not forget Edessac Augustus, who had given her the opportunity to escape and had no choice but to stay in prison.

Even though the royal family issued a notice stating that Prince Edessak had unfortunately contracted an illness and died in the great smog, this was just a ridiculous lie. Triss knew it very well, and she still tried divination many times - but the only answer she got about his death was the same.

Originally, Triss had a chance. It was obvious that staying away from Backlund was the best choice, but Triss rejected it in her heart. She escaped from the sight of the witch sect, with the help of that strange lady, and even cut off the increasingly strong connection with the "Original Witch". What was the price of this?

The entanglement between herself and Prince Edessak made Triss unable to see clearly what it was. She once thought that the prince was just one of the people who was bewitched by Joy and was part of the deal between the royal family and the witch sect.

But after Triss clarified the "arranged" relationship between the two, Prince Edessak took the initiative to ask Triss to leave, and something was shaken.

After she left, she actually regretted not taking him with her - even if she tied him up and escaped, it was the two of them escaping together, not alone.

Triss was still determined that she liked women. She always wanted to ignore her inner hesitation, but she particularly valued Prince Edessak.

Ha, do you value a dead person?

Triss herself wanted to laugh at such an idea, but the emotion that was even stronger than this contempt was the hatred directed towards the royal family, towards George III and the Augustus family.

Such hatred supported her to abandon herself, recite the honorific name once again, and pray to the god of the witch sect, hoping to gain more powerful power.

Until now, even Triss herself has swallowed the bitter fruit of hatred, and she has accepted the fact and ending - she is just a vessel of God who is favored because she is similar enough.

And everything she planned while staying in Backlund was for this moment of revenge against the royal family.

When she thought about destroying George III's plan to become a god, Triss didn't care about anything else. Of course, she didn't care about the strange man who suddenly appeared in the air. Triss didn't know him, but she was glad that the other party's appearance made Prince Grove hesitate, and the attack paused for a moment.

This gave her a moment to breathe, so that Triss could inject spirituality into the ring.

In fact, this sapphire ring was not what she remembered. There were deviations in the details of the carving and the material. But simply treating it as a carrier of some kind of talisman was naturally enough.

Triss did not ask her mysterious collaborator why he knew its general appearance. Is such a secret important to a dying person?

As long as she can achieve her goal...

With her head bowed and eyes closed, Triss whispered the honorific name of the "Original Witch" in ancient Hermetic language. She felt the sapphire on her lips become colder and colder. This chill began to spread rapidly throughout her body, leaving no temperature from her body to her spirit, freezing her whole being.

Then, Triss's lips slightly parted, and she sighed uncontrollably, and frost condensed into icicles along her eyelashes. A chaotic black flame burned from inside her spirit body, like the pain of being put on the stake, but it only made the carrier of this power feel numb.

It felt painful, but she was calm because of the pain.

Triss remembered the question she had asked Prince Edessak: "What about you?" What had he answered?

"Me? Just let me live in this beautiful story and welcome its final ending, whether it is good or bad."

Triss opened her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes were dark black, even covering the whites of her eyes. Her hair fluttered upwards, looking smoother and darker. They became thicker - they turned into thin snakes that twisted their bodies one after another, with distinct black and white snake eyes on the top, and they made a "hissing" sound at Prince Grove who was not far away.

This was already within Triss's expectations. She understood that this body would no longer belong to her. With the body of a demigod bearing the coming of a true god, she would naturally not be able to survive and would burn out like a match.

The desire for revenge, and the price that comes with it.

Triss's face, which was originally distorted by blood and scars, now showed a smile, which made the charm that grew from her spirituality grow like wild weeds. Her beauty has gone beyond her appearance and turned into an almost materialized distortion of consciousness, which attracts people from both the physical and spiritual aspects and makes people unable to extricate themselves.

Even Prince Grove was distracted in that brief moment and did nothing to stop what was happening before his eyes.

In fact, even if he wanted to stop it, it was too late.

Amon just watched the changes. He no longer fiddled with the sealing ball containing Skylark in his hand, but looked thoughtfully at the witch who was heading towards destruction.

Amon seemed to have thought of something and shook the crystal ball twice: "You want her to live? Why?"

Yun Que also shook his head twice: "I just did it, it doesn't mean I know why, fate is always vague."

"interesting……"

Of course Triss couldn't hear the conversation. She just looked at the secret mausoleum of the Blood Emperor. Her smile gradually deepened, and twisted hatred once again appeared on her sweet round face.

Memories of the past flowed like water, scene after scene flashing before her eyes, which multiplied Triss's pain several times - she knew she was going to die, and death blew gently in her ears, almost whispering behind her monstrous image.

However, there were some abrupt fragments in her memory. When she realized this, a sense of disharmony that had been hidden for a long time surged out from her memories, enveloping the part of herself that belonged to "Triss", or even "Triss".

A soft light lit up in Triss's mind. She blinked in confusion and clearly felt the power that had already attached itself to her body.

Yes, her consciousness was still in her body. Apart from that ambiguous sigh, Triss did not feel any stronger suppression. Her spirituality seemed to be connected to a bottomless pit. She could feel that she had brushed past the fate of death - no, that was the inevitable ending.

Triss thought about it, and the invisible cursed black flame that distorted the air gently wrapped around her fingers, as if she was interlacing her fingers with another self. With a thought, the black flame spread throughout her body.

She flew up, then fell downward.

I have been adjusting my mindset for a few days because of some things. Thank you all for your patience.