It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

At this time, the figure on the mirror was almost indistinguishable from its owner. A large amount of magic power filled Ella's body again. The girl put all her power into the altar, but she still could not prevent Xueyun from collapsing.

This is an absolute gap in personality that cannot be made up by the amount of magic power. Only divinity can confront divinity. After all, Goddess Skati is not Ella’s ancestor. She can only simulate the power of the goddess, but this is essentially s difference.

"Did I fail..."

In just a few moments, Abhoth's newborn child will be born on the Thames, and a poisonous cloud of plague will cover the entire city.

With the continuous loss of magic power and consciousness, Ella felt that she was slowly wrapped in cold, but it was not biting. It was a gentle feeling. It was not ice and snow, but a gray-white flame.The voice came to mind deep in the girl's heart. It was a voice that was both strange and familiar.

【Recite my name】

"Who are you?"

[You know that name. 】

Ayla didn't stop instilling magic, only taking it as her own auditory hallucination.

[You are afraid of me, why? 】

For no reason, Ella thought of her old self again, the one who couldn't feel sad about the loss of life.She was floating in the stomach juice of the factory monster, watching familiar people melting in front of her eyes with a look of indifference.

I won't be like that again, absolutely not.

【What are you running from? 】

Ella finally recognized that voice. It was her own voice, her indifferent self, the self she had been afraid of.

Every life is valuable, workers in Whitechapel, civilians living in the city, sailors on the docks, Mr. Bartender, Lawyer Morrison, old Mrs. Morrison, George, Maykel, Jack, Ling... …Even the Henry family, everyone is working hard to survive.

[But they are all going to die, aren't they?Because of your cowardice, because you dare not face your own name? 】

I will not be afraid of you anymore, we are different, I have learned the value of life, I will not be affected by you anymore, even if I need to use this power.

Ella answered.

[Therefore, you should recite my name. 】

The ice mist on the altar burned without a trace of heat. They burned into a colder gray flame. The ice spread outward from the center of the altar, freezing the ice and snow petals, freezing the pine needles and the snow lotus curtain.

The ritual was reconnected to an unknown being that was never described in the theological records of Kraft's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Ella began to chant, which was a prayer she hadn't learned, but she was more proficient than every previous chant:

"The gray fire of the cold land,

You are the noble blood of Cthugha,

You are the supreme master of the ice circle.

……

The end of your blood is here,

I pray to you, offering my life and soul,

Please come down to your majesty in the dying city, block the fierce sun with gray fire!

My blood, channel the magic to my spell,

My soul, please channel your magic into my spell.

……

Ella opened her mouth and said the name together with the voice in her heart.

"Yaform"

【Yaform】

At this moment, countless cracks opened on Ayla's arm, and the blood spurted out burned into gray ice flames!

-

On the relief bridge between the church and the bell tower, Ling's body was covered with large and small wounds. Blue fine feathers stretched wildly from the wounds to stop the bleeding and cover the whole body.

"Even if you know that your five senses are upside down, your body can't respond. Human beings can't violate their own habits. How long can you last, 1 minute? Or 5 minutes?"

The funny smile on the mask seemed to be mocking the girl who stood in front of her, and the man in a black tuxedo thrust out a sword casually.

Ling raised the Cossack dagger to block the rapier approaching her right arm, but it just cut the air, and there was another deep bone wound on her calf.

"It doesn't matter if it's just one more second."

"Is this necessary? Your friend has failed anyway..."

The man's words were only halfway through, but his pupils shrank suddenly. Even through the mask, Ling could still see the expression of astonishment on his face.

The dark blue clouds above the bell tower violently ignited with gray-white flames. The clouds formed by the ice flames rotated and expanded, gradually covering everything in sight.

A large amount of hail fell from the sky, and all the water vapor high in London was frozen into ice in an instant.

The cry of the baby came again from under the Thames, and the cry became more and more urgent, as if it had developed a strong guard against the gray flames that appeared in the sky.The cracks on the river began to shrink again, but they couldn't close completely, the gray flame and the Son of God's power were competing with each other.

Ling didn't miss this opportunity, she tore open the black forbidden magic cloth wrapped around the hilt of the Cossack dagger.A shrill scream echoed on the pontoon bridge. It belonged to the curse left by the previous owner of the dagger, the inhuman howl of the wizard who cut off all his flesh and blood with the dagger at the last moment.

Everyone present felt unbearable headaches and palpitations. The intruder wearing a mask and a tuxedo suddenly froze, and the surrounding space seemed to have been hit by a hammer, with a large number of black spiderweb-like cracks appearing.In the next moment, the world seemed to be broken, and the world turned around again. The man's figure appeared on the left side of Lingdi, and that was his real position!

The sound of Jack's gun and the shriek of the dagger sounded at the same time. The former hit the man's neck, causing his body to lose his balance and lean back, while the latter cut open his entire chest cavity!

The man's body was like a deflated balloon, quickly shriveling up, and finally leaving a shabby doll on the ground.

"Such a powerful enemy is just a clone?"

Ling was stunned for a while, and after confirming that no one appeared on the pontoon again, she collapsed limply on the ground.

after an hour,

A firework appeared in the sky above the end of Yangjiao Street. It bloomed in mid-air, forming a grotesque shape, a monster with an octopus head, a human body, and demon wings. It was the school emblem of Kraft School.

That's the signal from the law enforcement team, Kleist's reinforcements are here!

Somewhere in the shadows of Whitechapel District, a man wearing a tuxedo and a bowler hat raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's a little...unexpected."

Chapter 37 Divinity

After completing the true bloodline ceremony, Ella successfully delayed the birth of the Son of God by one hour. This was the limit of what Ella could do.

In terms of the essence and personality of power, that gray-white icy flame will not be inferior to the Son of Abhoth, and even faintly suppress the latter.

It is the caster who limits this power. No matter how talented Ella is, and no matter how powerful the Hermes Eye can provide, she is only a nine-year-old child after all, much bigger than Mekel and George How many.

Ella's silver hair was dry due to blood loss, and the blood no longer oozes from under the shattered skin on her arms. At this time, the girl is like a cracked ceramic doll, and the magic ritual is burning her at this moment. s life.

When performing the ritual, Ella's spiritual perception has reached its peak, which is what people call the sixth sense.She seemed to be observing the whole city through a crystal ball, the yellow-green breath representing curse and plague under the river, the icy flames in the sky, the faint fire light gathered by the survivors of the White Church, or some hidden breaths in the dark, just like a A scroll of pictures with distinct colors spread out in her mind.

At this time, a color that cannot be ignored appeared at the end of Yangjiao Street. It was pure white and blazing light. It was the breath familiar to Ella, and belonged to the strongest magician Kleist.The breath was stronger and stronger than before. It should be some advanced alchemy props used by Principal Kleist. At this time, the strength of the principal's breath almost surpassed the son of God who was about to be born under the ice of the Thames River!

Ayla interrupted the magic ritual, she did, and then, it was not a level she could participate in.

She used the remaining magic power to suppress the plague spreading on the two children, but Ella's magic power was almost exhausted at this time, and even the Hermes Eye could not provide her with more magic power in a short time .

Ling's body was on the verge of losing control. After lifting the spell, she could only suppress the injuries and changes in her body with all her strength.As for Jack, he can only be regarded as a layman, without the ability to help others suppress the plague. He walked into the bell tower with Ling, who was covered in feathers, feeling a little at a loss.

"Mr. Jack, go find Professor Kleist and ask for the help of at least one executor. Please..."

With a hoarse voice, Ella put her hands on the chests of Maykel and George, drawing out the little magic power left in her body and transmitting it to the two children.

Without any delay, Jack strode out of the bell tower.

Ella gradually felt her body become weak, dizzy, her forehead felt hot, and she had difficulty breathing. As she gradually lost her magic power, the symptoms of the plague also began to appear on her body.

-

On the Thames River, Albert Crest and a group of black-clad Kraft School enforcers stood on Blackfriars Bridge. Howard Yusef stood on the left side of the principal with a gloomy face.

The cracks on the ice quickly spread, cracked, and shattered, revealing the gray-green river surface and releasing a disgusting stench.

The swirling gray flames in the sky gradually shattered and disappeared, and a joyful cry of a baby came from below the river. It was the joy of being born, but the son of Abhos, who was born in pain and death, could not express his joy with laughter. , it can only make such a sound from the very beginning of its birth.

The ice suddenly shattered, and with the water column rising into the sky, half of the alien Son of God was revealed. It was a twisted posture that was almost indescribable in words.Rotting fish, dead cat and dog bones, human corpses, yellow-green tentacles and pus together formed part of the body of the Son of God.But more than that, everyone who looked directly at it felt a strong dizziness, which was due to the forbidden knowledge that crazily poured into the brain.

In the world that humans can observe, all shapes are composed of three dimensions: length, width, and height. Therefore, it is impossible to identify the shape of the Son of Abhos with just your eyes. It is a distorted sound, space, and time. The body constructed from dimensions that humans cannot understand is not—it would be more appropriate to say it is a divine body.Those twisted circles of light resemble the legendary flesh wings of demons or the feathers of angels.

There is still only river water flowing under the surface of the river. The lower half of the body of the Son of God only exists in the reflection on the surface of the Thames. Water is the medium that connects the material world and the spiritual world.

The son of the evil god is still half a step away from being fully born into the world.At that time, even the strongest magician of mankind, Albert Kleist, can no longer stop it, that is the absolute gap between gods and humans.

Kleist took a step forward and held up a crown in red satin. It was a flame-shaped crown made of twisted brown thorns, and the old man solemnly put it on his head.

Sharp thorns began to grow, and they pierced the old man's wrinkled skin, and a few strands of blood spread down Kleist's classically sculpted cheeks.But in this meager blood color, the old man who used to be like an ordinary flower farmer, his expression became extremely solemn and sacred. That expression can only be seen in religious scriptures and stained glass in churches. That is divinity, and only God can Show the holiness!

The heir of the evil god showed a strong vigilance. The corpses of all the creatures on its body opened their black and rotten mouths, crying in unison.

"All obscenities are forbidden here."

Kleist made a sound, it wasn't runes, it wasn't ancient elves, it wasn't eloquence or any magical language, it was just pure English, the voice of an ordinary old man with a Scottish accent.

But when Kleist finished speaking, the corpses lost all sound, and their crying was interrupted awkwardly, as if their throats were blocked by a boulder.The corpses fell off from the body of the Son of God and sank in the sewage of the Thames.

Kleist's skin began to wither, as if he had aged several years in an instant, but his eyes were burning with golden divine fire.

The cry of the Son of God began to be filled with fear, and a large amount of yellow-green plague poison cloud began to condense. It was not the thin poison cloud that turned Whitechapel District into a tomb. It was so thick that it seemed to be dripping with foul-smelling poison, and the bridges turned into poisonous clouds. Black corrosion, weathering, as if it has experienced hundreds of years of erosion.

But the poisonous cloud met a transparent wall in front of Kleist, and could no longer erode and spread.

"I will turn this place into a holy place, away from any plague and death."

Kleist spoke again, and the poisonous cloud that was enough to turn the entire London into ruins suddenly disappeared on the Thames River, as if it had never appeared.

"He who is unclean shall be exiled forever from my kingdom."

The old man took another step forward, pointing his right index finger at Shenzi's huge body, and said the last words, the crown of thorns began to squirm, as if it was about to take root on the top of his head, drawing more scars.

An illusory bronze gate appeared in the reflection of the Thames, and the body of the son of Abhoth began to be dragged into the reflection little by little. The sound, the body became illusory and transparent irreversibly, and finally disappeared.

……

In the Whitechapel bell tower, Ella gradually began to suffocate. Her remaining magic power could no longer resist the plague's destruction of her body, but she could still barely suppress the illness of the two children.

At this time, Mecole's little hand removed Ella's hand on her chest, and George also made the same action at the same time.