Chapter 30: Are You the Goddess’ Son?

This mission can't really require me, a 0th-level necromancer, to fight to the death with an 8th-level wizard of the school of conjuration!
At this moment, Deya just wanted to point his finger at himself and say, "Let me kill the 8th ring mage?"
Calm down, calm down, there must be other ways. This kind of world recollection that requires special talents cannot be cracked by force.

An 8th-ring mage is already beyond the scope.

You can't just rely on foresight, you also have to exert your subjective initiative and learn to think proactively!
Deya encouraged himself in his heart, but no matter how he motivated himself, the reality was that the opponent's 2nd level spell 'Human Immobilization' made Deya helpless.

This is an absolute gap in strength, which cannot be made up by any intelligence or talent.

Abel Duval began to prepare the items for the ceremony. His movements were slow and methodical, perhaps because he thought Deya was already a piece of meat on the chopping board and there was no possibility of him escaping his control.

"Didn't you say before that you were like us and couldn't use your abilities? Were you lying?"

Deya now had to use his only moving mouth, hoping to buy time to find a way out of the impasse, and preferably get more information from Abel Duval.

“I didn’t lie to you. When I was inside the temple, I was suppressed by the power inside and couldn’t use any of my abilities.

But it's different here. Here, as long as you master the 'Enochian Language (Dark Moon)', you can use any of your abilities."

Deya thought to himself, so that's how it is.

Judging from the environment here, the highest platform of this temple should be the core area of ​​the Dark Moon Goddess Church.

Those who can master the 'Enochian language (Dark Moon)' must have been the goddess's loyal believers when she was alive.

Then it is reasonable that here, the enemy will be most brutally suppressed and our own people will be greatly strengthened.

In other words, I can also use spells?
Deya quickly looked at his spell list and his heart sank.

The powerful eight-ring spell "Black Fire" is indeed a life-saving straw at this time. As long as the opponent is careless, it can be killed instantly.

Deya had tried this spell before, but he couldn't use the witch's ability card bug to use it infinitely, proving that the authority of the spell slot is far higher than the witch's power.

However, Deya did not learn this spell by himself, but it was forced upon him by his teacher.

When using this spell, he does not need to use incantations to activate it, but he needs corresponding magical gestures.

At this time, Deya was hit by the 'Human Immobilization Spell' and his body could not move at all.

Apart from Blackfire, the other spells he knew were all 0-level spell cantrips, which were completely useless!

"Did you kill all the people here?"

Deya couldn't find a solution for a moment and could only continue asking and delaying.

Abel Duval, who was preparing for the ceremony, had a scruffy beard and looked very decadent, but his tone was gentle: "Yes, I killed them all."

Deya wondered, "Why, why did you kill so many people? What do you need so many souls for?"

Abel Duval suddenly looked ferocious, waved his fists, and screamed like a madman: "Why? Because I want to prove that I am the most powerful puppeteer in the world, and I have mastered the highest technology of puppetry!
I want to tell the world that 'God' is nothing. The Dark Moon Goddess doesn't understand puppetry at all. She just used her own authority to forcibly create puppets. This is not real technology!"

Abel Duval pointed at the wooden box on the altar and sneered, "Did you see that? That was Lady Sunset's last creation, and it was Her backup for resurrection.

What I have to do is to use the souls of these people to forcibly awaken the creature, occupy its body, and steal the authority of "God".

By then, with the authority of God and my skills, I will be able to create more perfect puppets and make people believe that I am a greater puppeteer than God!"

So that's what it is. Deya understood that Abel Duval's goal was actually the same as his own, which was to steal God's authority.

However, because his own strength was still weak, he planned to steal a small amount first, while Abel Duval wanted to eat it all in one go!

Should we say that we are all mages, as we really don't have a strong belief in or reverence for God?

Deya was suspended above the sacrificial array. He whispered, "Then why am I the last sacrifice?"

Abel Duval arranged all the items needed for the ceremony, and then he came to Deya and said, "Since you are eager to learn, I will tell you as a fellow wizard.

The language of God is not just language, it is a power.

Those who learn the language of God will experience changes in their bodies and souls, and only such people can serve as the hub of the ritual and help me communicate with the Creator.

I have been looking for such a person, and I was willing to spread the news that I wanted to recruit disciples to lure others here.

Regardless of whether these people come here to learn my skills or for money, as long as they can come here, I will one day be able to wait for someone with special talents who can learn Enochian.

The trials I asked you to complete were for this purpose.

Now I have finally found that person, and that person is you!" Abel Duval said in front of Deya, his voice gradually rose from low to high: "I have satisfied your curiosity, and now you can embrace your destiny.

Lord of the Night, Queen of the Dead, Goddess of the Black Moon, I pray, please hear my prayer!

A violent gale blew at the top of the tower.

In that howling hurricane, thousands of souls rose from those dry bones and corpses.

The sounds of ghosts and wolves howling echoed in Deya's ears, causing his eardrums to ache and bleed. Even his soul seemed to be torn apart by these sounds that sounded like the wails of a banshee.

Under the gray sky, tens of thousands of wronged souls had their bodies stretched out. They cursed, they hated, they cried, and they begged.

But it was useless. During Abel Duval's ritual, tens of thousands of souls, under the influence of the ritual, rushed towards the exquisite wooden box.
Deya also felt his soul being torn out.

But, no, no!

Abel Duval's Enochian level was not high, and he was not proficient in Enochian at all!
Enochian is completely different from the language of mortals. It is not composed of words and grammar. As Abel Duval said, it is a kind of power!
As for the Enochian language used by Abel Duval, he mobilized too little power, which means that in terms of the level of Enochian language, he is completely inferior to me!
Deya looked at his panel.

[You are more favored by the Dark Moon Goddess, and you become the 'Cardinal' of the Dark Moon Goddess]

I am a cardinal now, a cardinal second only to the Pope!
If the level of Enochian language represents the status within the church.

How could I, a great cardinal, be sacrificed by an ordinary priest like you? It should be the other way around!

This is the key to turning defeat into victory!

"Lord of the Night, Queen of the Dead, Goddess of the Dark Moon, your sacred number is '9', your sacred colors are 'blue and black', you are located in the west, and the sunset flowers and night-light grass symbolize your greatness!"

Deya's high voice still rings loud amid the wails of thousands of souls.

The Dark Moon Goddess's sacred number, sacred color, direction, symbols, etc. are not a secret; they are even necessary for missionary work and are known to every believer.

However, mortal language can express the symbols of the goddess, but in Enochian, these numbers, colors, directions, and symbols represent the power of God and cannot be expressed in the low-level Enochian language!
Only higher-ranking clergymen and those favored by the goddess can speak these mysteries in Enochian.

Abel Duval's eyes widened. He realized something was wrong and shouted in panic, "Shut up, shut up, I told you to shut up!"

His voice became increasingly shrill, and his expression was filled with fear.

Deya's soul was no longer restless, but Abel Duval found that his own soul was being torn apart by this ritual.

In that environment that was like the howling of a banshee, Abel Duval could no longer use magic to seal Deya's mouth.

He could only watch as Deya prayed to the gods in the higher Enochian language, sacrificing him in turn.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? How could you learn such a high-level Enochian language in just seven days? Are you the offspring of the goddess?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah------"

No one could answer Abel Duval's question. He let out a shrill scream and his soul was torn from his body.

Thousands of wronged souls rushed forward, biting him excitedly, wrapping him up, and pouring into the exquisite small wooden box.

Calm and calm.

The hurricane and the wailing voices of souls disappeared, leaving only silence.

Did you win?
Deya was panting heavily.

The pain of his soul being torn apart just now made him almost want to die quickly. He endured the pain and recited the prayer.

At this time, Deya began to understand how Lamia was punished by him in the basement.

Deya exhaled and looked at the panel again.

There is no prompt.

what happened?

Why is there no task completion notification?

"It's incredible that you were able to master the Enochian language to this level in just seven days. There must be something special about your body. Could you really be the son of the Dark Moon Goddess?"

Abel Duval's voice came again.

(End of this chapter)