Chapter 134: Old Ansu Script? I Know It Too

Old Ansu Script? I Know It Too

Ciel sat on the sofa in Tara’s house, weighing the blood-stained “Evil Eye” in her hand.

The Evil Eye felt slightly warm to the touch, overall like holding a smooth, warm gemstone.

In Ciel’s hand, the blood-stained “Evil Eye” stared fixedly at Ciel, but the purple blood threads inside its crystal were gradually fading.

It might be absorbing Oppold’s blood.

Soon, in Ciel’s hand, the purple blood threads completely dissipated, the pupil also vanished, revealing the original shape of the gemstone sealed artifact underneath.

No idea what its side effects are...

Ciel held the “Evil Eye” between her index and middle fingers and said, “Tara, come here.”

Tara, who had been standing behind Ciel waiting after receiving the order, quickly came forward upon hearing Ciel’s command, knelt beside the sofa, and said, “Lady Ciel, is there anything?”

“Catch.” Ciel raised her hand, tossed the eyeball towards Tara, and said emotionlessly, “Drip your blood on it.”

“Yes!” Tara clumsily caught the “Evil Eye.” Maintaining her kneeling posture, she directly pulled out a ritual carving knife from her boot and skillfully slashed her left wrist.

Blood flowed from her wrist, flowing onto the “Evil Eye,” activating it.

“Ask something about yourself.” Ciel nodded slightly and said.

“My matters...” Tara thought carefully, then looked at the “Evil Eye” already stained red in her hand and asked:

“Am I the most devout believer of ‘Mother Goddess Saldana’?”

Blood flowed past the “Evil Eye,” dripping directly onto the carpet.

Tara’s face changed, her eyes filled with disbelief, feeling like the sky was collapsing.

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“Ask about danger.” Ciel reminded.

Only after hearing Ciel’s words did Tara slightly recover. She looked at the “Evil Eye” again and asked, “‘Evil Eye’, am I in any danger right now? What is the source?”

The moment Tara finished asking, a large amount of blood surged into the “Evil Eye.” Red blood drilled into the azure gemstone, forming purple veins.

These veins converged at the center into a deep purple pupil. The pupil quickly scanned around, finally locking onto Ciel.

Tara looked in the direction the “Evil Eye” was looking, her body stiffening slightly. She said somewhat awkwardly, “Lady Ciel, this sealed artifact seems to be broken...”

“Mm.” Ciel didn’t say much, just took the “Evil Eye” from Tara’s hand and calmly met its gaze.

At this moment, the pupil, originally staring firmly at Ciel, began to tremble. It soon collapsed and dissipated, the blood threads inside completely absorbed and vanished. The “Evil Eye” returned to its round gemstone form.

“It is indeed broken.” Ciel tossed the “Evil Eye” back to Tara and continued:

“Keep it for me.” Ciel didn’t know if holding a sealed artifact counted as contacting the transcendent. Anyway, it was better to hold it less.

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Moreover, the “Favored” ability was strange. To this day, Ciel still didn’t know the limits of a “Favored.”

If she rolled heads twice with the “Strong Luck Coin,” it was possible that all of Tara’s confidants wouldn’t return.

However, this situation didn’t happen.

In less than thirty minutes, one of Lucy’s severed hands was brought back, along with the “Strong Luck Coin” she held onto.

When Tara brought the severed hand before Ciel, she just shook her head and said, “Put the things away properly. Remember not to take that coin.”

Ciel didn’t know the effects of the “Evil Eye,” but the “Strong Luck Coin” had tricked Ciel before. She would never pick it up again.

The gambling nature of the Strong Luck Coin was too great. Unless directly exchanged from the system and normally kept in the inventory, Ciel would absolutely not use it.

After all, even if unused, it automatically rolled twice a day. One day, rolling tails twice would lead to an inexplicable death.

It had to be said, Lucy’s luck was truly good. She managed to live so long holding the “Strong Luck Coin.” Her life was truly hard.

However, she couldn’t defend against this cultist raid and siege—because it was unpredictable.

Ciel’s arrival would disturb Lucy’s original predictions. Unless she happened to divine again after Ciel logged into the simulation, she couldn’t possibly know she would encounter unforeseen disaster.

This way, with Lucy and Oppold dead, the feather sealed artifact would focus all its attention on her.

Ciel stood up, casually took the sharp carving knife Tara placed on the table, raised her hand directly, and summoned Tara.

“Lady Ciel...” Tara looked at Ciel holding the carving knife. Although her voice hesitated slightly, she still walked over.

Ciel directly used the carving knife to make a cut on her left wrist, letting blood drip onto the ground. Then she reversed the knife’s direction, handle towards Tara, and said, “Have your confidants cut off their fingers, two per person.”

This was Ciel’s additional layer of insurance.

Bleeding to the point where it wouldn’t affect combat effectiveness, she couldn’t sacrifice too many fingers for spiritual summoning.

Two transcendent fingers per confidant of Tara should be enough for Ciel’s sacrifice.

Tara looked at the blood under Ciel’s feet turning into thread-like shapes, slowly wriggling and arranging themselves. Her breath hitched, then a joyful expression immediately appeared on her face. She said, “Okay, I’ll go right away.”

Not using her own fingers was because Ciel considered the possibility of still being able to save the “Assassin” file.

Anyway, Tara’s confidants could even sacrifice their lives in the previous simulation. Now just asking for two fingers each was considered very merciful by Ciel.

The main reason for not directly sacrificing them was that sacrificing such a large number of cultists required an extremely large blood array, making it impossible to conceal.

She was worried it would scare the quill pen, making it afraid to appear.

After all, the quill pen was somewhat related to the Old Days. Who could guarantee it definitely couldn’t understand Ciel’s blood array like other transcendents?

In less than ten minutes, Tara had collected all the fingers.

She put these fingers into a cloth bag. The bottom of the originally brown cloth bag was stained deep red with blood, still continuously seeping outwards.

“Mm, it will be a bit dangerous next. The farther you stay away from me, the better.” Ciel took the cloth bag and said towards Tara.

“Dangerous? Lady Ciel...” Tara was about to say something but was interrupted by Ciel.

“This is an order.”

“Yes... Lady Ciel.” Tara wanted to face the risk together with Ciel, but forced by Ciel’s command, she could only temporarily dismiss her confidants, having them scatter farther away, keeping an eye out for possible dangers.

And Tara herself, after leaving the “Evil Eye,” also joined the peripheral patrol, helping Ciel guard against possible incoming transcendents from afar.

For Ciel, confronting the feather sealed artifact, the more transcendents present, the more variables might arise.

She had to try her best to restore everything to the situation of the last simulation, reducing unnecessary variables.

After making all preparations, Ciel sat back down on the sofa and closed her eyes.

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Translucent, soft scales began to emerge from her skin. These scales swayed slightly, helping Ciel perceive subtle changes in the surrounding environment.

Last time, after Oppold died, she spent a long time completing the stitching and Reconstitution Ritual before the feather sealed artifact descended.

This time, Ciel digested ahead of schedule. Unsure if the feather sealed artifact would descend early.

Ciel rubbed the stopwatch in the palm of her left hand, carefully sensing all changes around her.

The feather sealed artifact appeared and drilled into the top of her head in just an instant, too fast to react.

This made it impossible for Ciel to accurately grasp the timing to press the stopwatch.

Ciel opened her eyes, looking out the window.

It was already evening. Outside the window was pitch black. Without being polluted by the Other Side beforehand, Ciel, like that night, couldn’t observe the raven shadow in advance.

All Ciel could do now was wait.

She didn’t leave the house. The blood array was arranged in the living room. If arranged in a large open space, the feather sealed artifact might see it and not come.

Although the room obstructed her vision, it also obstructed the feather sealed artifact’s detection.

Ciel was very patient, like an assassin lurking in the dark, waiting for prey to walk into the trap.

Suddenly!

Crash—!

Buzz—!

Following the sound of shattering glass, Ciel’s mind exploded with the same spiritual alarm as the last simulation.

Crack—

Ciel almost instantly bit down on the poison and awakening potion. Her finger, always pressed on the stopwatch, also pressed down simultaneously—

But her left hand could no longer move.

She looked down. The black feather was already embedded in the thumb pressing the stopwatch, directly piercing through the thumb, knocking the stopwatch out of Ciel’s hand.

The moment the stopwatch left her hand, the feather followed Ciel’s finger, directly drilling into her body, breaking through skin and muscle, heading straight for Ciel’s spine and brain.

Instantly, Ciel lost all ability to resist, her body going limp.

Same as last time, a large amount of incomprehensible knowledge flooded Ciel’s mind. This time, Ciel clearly discerned that this knowledge wasn’t any language she knew, nor was it Old Ansu script.

These rune-like characters, just gazing at them made consciousness unable to focus. Shifting gaze away, the runes’ appearance blurred in the mind.

Ciel’s originally crimson long hair was dyed black from the roots. By the ends, it transitioned into the same azure blue as the quill pen itself.

“(Old Ansu) So you were just part of me... No wonder you could sense my arrival in advance.” The “Ciel” slumped on the sofa slowly sat up and said:

“(Old Ansu) I will become more complete... Hmm?”

Suddenly, the expression on “Ciel’s” face changed abruptly. Having just sat up straight, her body slumped down again. This time, not just her muscles, but even her consciousness rapidly dissipated.

What happened? What’s wrong with this body?

How did she just die?!!!

The black and blue in Ciel’s hair gradually faded. At this moment, the feather sealed artifact’s consciousness was preparing to leave Ciel’s body.

Just then, the sealed artifact, gradually relinquishing control of the body, suddenly sensed something amiss.

The young woman lying on the sofa, pale-faced like a dead person, directly raised her right hand and slammed it against her chest.

The “Substitute Death Relic,” always worn in front, its outer metal birdcage with barbs directly pierced the skin on the young woman’s chest in this blow. Blood stained the entire birdcage, touching the relic inside.

Simultaneously, the young woman opened her mouth, uttering a few sentences in a language seemingly not belonging anywhere in this world. The dried blood on the ground instantly turned into threads, rushing straight towards the blood-soaked cloth bag filled with fingers on the ground.

Before the feather sealed artifact could think further, a powerful pulling force began frantically tugging at its conscious spiritual body.

What is this?!

Only after the feather sealed artifact’s consciousness recovered did it observe the outside world.

Its surroundings were golden metal stripes, as if trapped in some cage. No matter how it charged around inside, it couldn’t break through this prison.

Soon, its world spun around. It felt itself slowly rising, liberated from a dark space, seeing everything around.

This was the room from before.

Its perspective slowly rotated. It saw a pale face extremely close.

“(Old Ansu) Hello.” That face smiled brightly, opening with a greeting in fluent Old Ansu script.

“(Old Ansu) How is this possible... How is this possible... Who exactly are you?!” The burning raven phantom inside the cage trembled all over, completely unable to comprehend the current situation.

But soon, it calmed down.

“(Old Ansu) This seal is only temporary... I still remain within your body. You cannot take it out without destroying your own body...”

“(Old Ansu) I can wait...”

The

red-haired young woman nodded slightly with some confusion and said:

“(Old Ansu) Don’t quite understand.”

“(Old Ansu) Wait a moment...”

The pale-faced red-haired young woman slowly rotated the birdcage in her hand. The raven phantom inside the cage looked towards the blood-red vortex before it.

“(Old Ansu) This is... the Spirit World?!”

Amidst the raven phantom’s gradually shocked gaze, a hand covered in cracked eyes on its back, with over a dozen finger joints, as large as a human face, emerged from the “Spirit World.”

“Little Left, help me get my watch, wait for me a moment...” The pale-faced Ciel looked at the spirit world creature before her and said.

That hand obediently picked up the fallen watch from the ground and handed it to Ciel. Then Ciel slowly closed her eyes, temporarily cutting off “Death Reversal,” entering a state of feigned death.

A few dozen seconds later, the young woman’s originally stopped heart seemed injected with a potent stimulant, beginning to beat violently again. Blood began circulating throughout her body again.

Ciel slowly sat up, holding the stopwatch, looking at Little Left before her.

“Little Left... do me a favor...”

Under her command, Little Left directly climbed onto her left hand, constantly twisting its body, adjusting its posture, like a large glove, fitting over Ciel’s hand back.

“(Old Ansu) Now, I’ll, let you out...”

Click—

Ciel pressed the stopwatch, then her left hand violently swung towards her own head.

Splat—

Head shattered, flesh and brain matter splattered.

And the left hand controlled by the spirit creature had already firmly grasped the blood-stained sealed feather.