Chapter 380: Isabel

Chapter 380 Isabel
Anger lowered his eyebrows.
Black Castle, what can be done is decent.
The magic energy array that he derived is actually not very cruel and cruel, otherwise the Kula Kuka will not last for thousands of years. But sometimes, the cruelty of straightforwardness is not really a deep abyss.
It was a sleepless night, but the lights were only on the altar under the holy mountain. West Pollock fell into a quiet place because of no one, quiet streets, no people, only lonely street lights, according to the Qinghui.
Angel looked at the peaceful city, and no one knows what kind of darkness the city has under this quiet and refined appearance.
Gaze at it as if gazing at the abyss.
Suddenly, Angel found that not everyone in West Pollock had left, and a gray-haired old lady came out of the residential building. She walked slowly, holding a handful of flowers in her hand.
Anger looked at it, and there was no one in the whole street of West Pollock. Only the old lady was alone.
She slowly walked to a statue at the end of the street.
This statue is one of 372 statues with magical nodes.
A streetlight that attracted the little moth stood on the edge of the statue.
By the streetlight, Angel saw the old lady's face, because she was old and her eyes were a little hanging, but from the wrinkles around her eyes, the old lady was a person who likes to laugh, even though her face is wrinkled. But the temperament is very gentle and peaceful.
However, Anger noticed that the old lady's temperament was a little bad, her face was white, her eyes were a bit muddy, and she looked full of illness.
The old lady put the flower in front of the statue with a serene smile on her lips.
Angel saw her in her mouth, her face was bitter and funny, and she seemed to be talking about something.
Anger knows a little bit of lip language, but it is based on the fact that the other party’s speech is relatively large. Today, the old lady’s mouth is not very large, and she uses air sounds from time to time. He can’t hear what he is saying.
But Angel has some guesses.
Perhaps she is reminiscing about her life, she sighs from time to time, from time to time, and occasionally bows her head and silent. It is a person who will be a wooden man, remembering the past years and making a terminator for life.
As she spoke, she looked at the statue and looked very revered.
It was because of her move that Angel put his gaze on the statue. He had not noticed the statue before, but focused on the magical node centered on the statue. When he looked at the statue now, he found something different.
Although the shapes of the statues of the whole West Pollock are different, there is a place where the statues are connected. All the statues are carved into a woman.
Although there may be differences in the way art is expressed, Anger always feels that these statues should be carved by the same woman.
The statue in front of the old lady is a woman with a two-handed ring fist, her eyes closed, and a nice gauze. The level of engraving is so high that you can clearly see the homage the sculptor wants to express and the alienation of the female gown.
"Diapollo, do you know the statues of Sipolok, who are you carving?" Anger rarely took the initiative to use the spiritual ties to connect with the shadows.
The shadow was separated after a long while: "Call - the temptation here is too big, I really want to go to the top of the temple to see it. Hey, you just asked the statue?"
"Yes, those statues are the same person?"
Shadow: "Ah, oh yeah, you found it now? Yes, those statues are the same person. If I didn't guess wrong, it should be the black castle witch who led the Kurakuka to this place thousands of years ago. The old witch's mentor, the king of indulging, Isabel. Right, now the old witch imitates her mentor, and even the name is changed to be very similar to Isabel. Without the shadow of the mentor, it is no wonder that I have never been able to step into the true knowledge. ""
"The king of sinking, Isabel." Angel looked at the statue, how can it be indulged? It is said that the holy goddess is not against!
In the conversation between Anger and the Shadow, the old lady in front of the statue seemed to have finished speaking. Knocked down, the head touched the ground and lingered in front of the statue for a long time.
After a long, long time, Angel saw that the old lady had not moved and walked down the hill. After using the spiritual tentacle to perceive it, I discovered that the old lady’s body is already cold.
Sure enough, as he thought.
The old lady may have known that her life was not long ago, so she did not go to the ceremonies, but she was alone in the past, and the statue was smashed to the last moment, with a sincere heart, leaving.
Anger sensed that although she was too old, her weak soul remained in her body and seemed to be the final farewell to the remnant.
However, at the moment when her soul came out, the statue in front of her suddenly flashed a glimmer of mortal unavailability, and when she had not reacted, she took her soul into the unknown.
Angel has witnessed this moment, he has no intention to change, and ... can not change.
He only felt a bit ironic.
At the last moment of his life, the old lady has not forgotten the statue that revered her life. Even the death has to smash the last moment in front of the statue. But she never thought that this statue was the chief culprit in pushing her into the real abyss.
Although ironic, this is the reality.
Isabel gave the Kula Kuka family a chance to multiply, so that it did not break. But all this shelter is not without cost, and it is expensive – you have to pay for your soul.
The body can die, but the soul is still there, there is a life in it.
If even the soul is dead, then it is the real death.
Anger turned and left.
In front of the street lights, a cold body was stumped in front of Isabel's statue. Isabel closed her eyes and seemed to be praying. The wind blew, the flowers in front of the statue spread out, the petals fluttered and danced, and finally fell on the already stiff body of the old lady. The white hair, the soft white petals, at this moment, seem to blend into one.
You confide to me, I say goodbye to you.
......
All the way across the bleak and lonely of West Pollock, when Anger stepped into the sacred mountain range, the lively atmosphere accompanied by brightly lit and uninterrupted hymns, immediately rushed up.
It is like passing through two different worlds, from the cold to the lively.
Looking at the temple at the top of the holy mountain, the rhythm is swaying outwards, showing the sense of existence.
"How come you?" The voice of the shadow suddenly came: "Is it going to give up the calculation?"
From the beginning to the end of the shadow, I never thought that Angel could launch the effect of the magic energy array in less than ten hours.
Angel: "I figured it out, one has no unexpected results."
"It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out, anyway... ah? You said you figured it out?! Hell, you didn't lie to me?" The shadow was surprised to the point that it was almost coming out, if Angel could see him. It will be found that the shadows are not only rounded, but even the hats have fallen to the ground without knowing it.
"The calculation of several important magic lines, in fact, has almost guessed the ending. A little verification, it is expected."
The shadow is still unbelievable, and he has repeatedly confirmed it several times. Until Angel had been impatient to answer, he reluctantly believed that this was the truth: "Well, what is the effect of this magical array?"
"Forbidden and sucking the soul." Angelton paused. "According to several of the magic lines involved in the blood, you can make a simple speculation. The scope of this magic energy circle may not be just West Wave. Locke...but all the people who have the blood of Kura Kuka. Even if they are not in this world, even if they are thousands of miles away, they will be lured here if they have the mark of Kula Kuka."
Shadow frowning: "You mean..."
"This race is actually the imprisonment of the Black Castle." The Kurakuka family seems to have freedom, peace and beauty, but these are just the illusion that the Black Castle gives them when they are still alive. When they die, these appearances will all be torn open, revealing deep fangs and tearing the weak soul into pieces.
"The results are not unexpected, but the means are quite unexpected." The shadow shook his head and smiled: "Maybe Isabel has really pity the Kurakuka family. If she does not go to the rescue, it is possible that the Kula Kuka will be extinct. However, in her eyes, I saved you, you should reward me, but this form of return is slightly overdone."
"Too much, but we can't comment. Ordinary people rarely think about things after death. If they die, they are really dead. Maybe even the people of Kula Kuka know the magic energy. The effect will not care."
"Yes. The sight of ordinary people will stop at the front." The shadow paused: "But, listening to you, I have a bottom in mind. Do you know where those imprisoned souls went? ?"
Angel pointed to the temple of the Holy Mountain: "It should be there."
Shadow: "Yes, I have basically confirmed that the source of the law is in the temple. After I came here, I found that the law around the holy mountain is very stable. If the law is consumed, it is obviously a bit unreasonable. If the law is not consumed, then why can't the other places be spread except this floating island?"
"I didn't think about it before, but I heard you say this. I have a guess. If there is no accident, this witchcraft garden relies on the souls that are sucked, as energy sources to promote the law. But this speculation also There is a loophole, the soul of ordinary people is very fragmented, and the quality is not enough to become an energy supply law."
"So... Is there any way to purify the soul?" The two thought of this almost at the same time.
If there is really any way to purify the soul... It is not worthwhile for Angel to come here!
(End of this chapter)