The Cornflower Witch

Book 2: Chapter 137: The Evil Eye Descends

Vol 2 Chapter 137 The Evil Eye Descends

Life from beyond the Astral Plane is an existence that ordinary people can scarcely comprehend. Not only is one contaminated by mere contact with them, even engaging in conversation can cause mental derangement and distortion.

This sect leader actually had no way of truly understanding the meaning conveyed by the other side. He could only imitate and emit a certain kind of information based on the records within the sect, repeating it over and over.

Time passed bit by bit. It seemed the other side had finally given up on continuing communication and began to respond.

Countless minuscule insects slowly passed through the violet-red mist, arriving in this unknown world. The moment they appeared, they were subjected to the world's rejection and suppression. These insects began to struggle and writhe; some directly burst apart, turning into a bloody mist. This bloody mist helped conceal the remaining insects, allowing a small number of them, under the guidance of the light pillar, to instantly traverse the vast, immeasurable distance from the edge of the world to the magic array within Trident Forest.

During this process, many more insects shattered and died. Their remains were devoured by the surviving insects, until finally, only five weak red worms remained, slowly swimming within the array.

Facing these five red worms, the sect leader heaved a huge sigh of relief in his heart, then focused his spirit once more, directing his subordinate cultists to act.

"The holy envoys have descended. Begin the sacrifice. You all, prepare yourselves as well."

"Yes, sir." Several cultists with unique auras stepped forward. They were all members of the sect who had reached the 'Second Tier - Alien Star'.

At this moment, the originally unconscious fat man was once again startled awake by a strange sensation. He opened his eyes, saw several bizarre red worms floating above his head, and felt panic in his heart."Wh-what is this? Let me go, hurry!"

"It's already too late, City Lord." A cultist walked forward, pressed down on his head, then precisely pierced this fat man's heart with a dagger.

"You..."

This former City Lord of Valley City could no longer speak. After his heart was pierced, a strange power circulated, slowly extracting his consciousness, soul, Aspect, and fate from that wound.

Although he himself possessed little strength, because he had become the City Lord of Valley City, under the blessing of 'Royal Authority', he had obtained the Aspect and rank of 'Fourth Tier - Castle'. Under normal circumstances, ordinary Transcendents and assassins would be suppressed by the fate of his 'Castle' Aspect just by getting close, unable to exert their power.

However, after losing Valley City, his fate and Aspect also began to slowly decline. To maximize the value of this City Lord of Valley City, the Hundred-Eyes Sect had immediately begun preparing for tonight's ritual after settling in Trident Forest.

After all, a sacrificial offering possessing a Fourth Tier rank like him was truly too rare.

After being sacrificed, the overflowing 'Castle' Aspect within his body was extracted and gradually transformed during the ritual, devoured by the five floating red worms. At this time, some cultists also willingly walked into the magic array, plunged daggers into their own chests, becoming sacrifices, dedicating their bodies and minds to the life from beyond.

These red worms devoured the continuously gathering blood-red mist within the array, then slowly swelled. Their bodies grew larger and larger, rounder and rounder, like pale pink meatballs. At this point, their rank also reached 'First Tier - Alien Star'.

Seeing the time was ripe, several special cultists stepped forward. They slowly placed their hands on the meatballs. A strange fluctuation spread, and unfamiliar, bizarre consciousnesses manifested in their minds.

At this moment, they followed the secret arts passed down within the sect, gradually communicating with it, then bit by bit establishing a connection.

When the connection between consciousnesses slowly stabilized, they began constructing ability templates for the meatballs before them according to special runic imprints, and guided the 'Alien Star' power within the array to remodel their bodies.

These meatballs thus underwent further changes. The flesh and blood inside also began to transform, growing complex internal organs. Their ranks slowly rose to 'Second Tier - Alien Star'.

Afterwards, these few special cultists continued controlling the growth and differentiation of the meatballs with extreme tension. Now, they needed to construct more complex and powerful fate abilities, and establish a life-and-death contract with each other.

During the process, these meatballs slowly swelled and grew larger. The aura they emitted now gradually surpassed that of the cultists before them. The pressure brought by their Aspect rank began to make the ordinary cultists in the array gasp for breath.

However, facing such a situation, many cultists grew even more excited, as if seeing themselves becoming stronger as well.

"Ah—"

A bizarre wail erupted from the mouth of one special cultist. He knelt on the ground, his fingers clutching his brain desperately, as if unable to bear the consciousness from the Astral Plane. His entire face contorted, and the gradually growing meatball before him also became strange, beginning to wriggle unnaturally.

"He's about to lose control." a Third Tier 'Demon Contractor' murmured, then directed an Eye Tyrant to aim at the struggling cultist.

"Wait a little longer." The leader stopped him, his gaze fixed on the struggling cultist.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the cultist kneeling on the ground kept rolling around, wailing incessantly. His fingers even dug into his own brain, as if he had to dig it out to stop the intangible whispers echoing in his mind.

Seeing the situation still showed no sign of improvement, the leader shook his head slightly. Then, several violet-red beams of light flashed, instantly piercing through him, turning him into minced meat full of holes.

At this moment, the meatball that was still in its transformation stage also disintegrated. It scattered into shattered blood-red pieces of flesh, devoured by the other four meatballs around it.

In contrast, the other four meatballs now gradually stabilized. Their ranks slowly rose to 'Third Tier - Alien Star', and their restless auras also slowly calmed, beginning to stabilize.

Half an hour later, a blood-red slit split open on one of the meatballs. Inside, a huge eyeball opened, curiously observing this world. Its pupil had a lavender-like purple color, different from the blood-red eyes previously seen within the sect.

Soon, the other three meatballs also gradually took form, becoming 'Third Tier - Alien Star' Purple Eyes Evil Eyes.

"Consider it a success."

Seeing this, the leader breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he turned around, had the gathered cultists step forward to pay homage to these four new Evil Eyes, then kneel before them, using their own eyes to meet the gaze of the Evil Eyes.

The Evil Eyes, still retaining traces of the Astral Plane's aura, gazed at the pairs of eyes before them, injecting a special kind of knowledge and power into them. Before long, the eyes of these cultists were also tinged with a faint purple.

Compared to the 'Gloom-Gaze Evil Eyes' skilled in offense, these 'Purple Eyes Evil Eyes' possessed stronger hypnotic and illusory abilities. And the cultists who imitated them, gaining these new abilities, also acquired eyes with illusory powers.

While the ritual was being conducted, the camp outside also began to suffer assaults from the Anty army.

The earlier halt and rest by the Anty army was merely a feint. And the ritual conducted at night also pointed the direction for the Anty army. Thus, under Carkis's command, the army assembled, no longer searching, but directly pounced into the depths of this forest.

War began to blaze amidst the night.