NOVPUBChapter 711: Chapter 97 Advanced Divine Art and Blood Contamination Curse_2 Chapter 711 -97 Advanced Divine Art and Blood Contamination Curse_2 …But these were all just speculations; nobody could obtain more definitive evidence.
What they knew for sure was just that Gloria admitted to having killed Bishop Mercedes and then committed suicide by jumping off a building, turning into a rapid amberficate midair, shattering into a pile of gemstones upon hitting the ground.
So, after Aiwass’s retort, all he got in return was the silence of the few people present.
“…Err, err, uh-huh, mm-hmm…”
But just then,
The troll, who had been cautiously maintaining silence on the side, suddenly made a sound as if he was enduring some sort of suffering.
The noise was like that of someone who couldn’t relieve themselves while defecating, involuntarily making listeners furrow their brows.
Yet, it made everyone stop discussing the conspiracy and turn their heads instead.
And at that moment, the troll Curse Ritual Magician named “Zumaidi,” which means “Bone Paste,” suddenly started sweating profusely.
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His skin, red as if soaked in hot water for a long time or inflamed like a swollen boil, began to exude drops of clear sweat at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, Zumaidi was drenched in sweat, and the droplets quickly became murky and dark yellow.
Right at the entrance to the Central Observatory, a strong foul stench started to emanate from Zumaidi’s body—the kind that smelled like rotten shark.
The pungent smell of urine mixed with the stench of decaying meat and a sort of fishiness you’d find in a seafood market. 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
He could no longer endure and knelt to the ground.
As the giant body of the troll fell to the ground, Aiwass even faintly felt the ground shake.
The dark yellow beads of sweat from his body splattered out, turning the originally pure white, high-tech looking floor, black like mud.
The Troll Wizard Rabih suddenly exclaimed in shock, as if he recognized what was happening.
He spoke loudly about something, then turned to look at Aiwass and Pure White, yelling in Elvish Language, which was more fluent than Avalon’s, “It’s a curse, he’s cursed!
Save him!”
In fact, there was no need for his plea.
Because as soon as Zumaidi knelt to the ground, with the muddy yellow sweat on his skin turning to droplets of blood, Aiwass and The Holy Maiden Pure White had already reacted.
“I beseech the Candle Master, God of the Trinity…”
Aiwass gripped the Coronet Scepter tightly, chanting softly.
Simultaneously, The Holy Maiden stretched out her right hand and spread her five fingers.
Her aura suddenly became ethereal and serene, like a cool breeze on a summer’s evening flowing around her.
The next moment, a black wind blew out from beside her.
Before Aiwass finished his chant, the wind blew right through Zumaidi, chilling him to the core.
A mass of black and red mist, his blood, was blown out by the wind, forming a vague silhouette of a figure in black mist behind him, before dispersing.
By then, Zumaidi had already stopped his painful cries.
And The Holy Maiden’s aura became once again glorious and divine, as blinding as the midday sun—
With a casual flick of her hand, golden flames erupted from Zumaidi’s body.
The flames ignited instantly, vanishing just as suddenly, like the brief flare-up of flames in a hot frying pan.
Zumaidi took a deep breath, and immediately appeared much healthier.
Meanwhile, Aiwass hadn’t even finished his first stanza of the chant.
He had to stop his chanting, and the flaming crown atop his head gradually extinguished.
This wasn’t because Aiwass’s chanting was slow…
he could never catch up with this speed, no matter what.
—For it wasn’t a prayer, but a “divine invocation.”
“Do you see it, Aiwass?”
The Holy Maiden Grey clearly realized this was an excellent teaching moment.
She turned to Aiwass and instructed, “This is the ‘Advanced Divine Art’ you will learn in the future.”
“It’s not about praying and then waiting for the gods to listen and descend miracles.
Rather, it is about connecting with the gods who can perform miracles directly, using oneself as a medium to influence the Material Realm.
Once a specific relationship is established, divine power can be released without the need for chanting.
Whether Apostles, Celestial Marshals, or Pillar Gods, one can communicate with them and learn the corresponding Advanced Divine Art.”
“—If you want to become a Cardinal, you have to resonate with at least one Pillar God,” she said very seriously, her words carrying profound significance.
It was as if Grey was certain that Aiwass would master Advanced Divine Art and would become a Cardinal Archbishop.
She turned back to the three Trolls, huddled together and comforting each other, still petrified, and frowned slightly.
She whispered to Aiwass, “You don’t have any other business today, do you?”
“If not, bring them with you…
This is the Blood Contamination Curse.”
“…Blood Contamination Curse?”
Sherlock heard the familiar term, “Isn’t that the one that can only be used on females…?”
He remembered, during the first promotion ceremony of “Fox” and “Lulu”, Lulu had been afflicted by this curse.
Sherlock was deeply impressed by the viciousness of that curse.
“This is a modified curse, with the definition of ‘poisoned blood’ expanded from menstrual blood to all venous blood.
Hence, once the curse is operational, it can immediately cause organ failure throughout the body.
It is a curse that can quickly cause death.
The caster must be at least a fourth-level great Wizard, the objective being not torture but assassination…
If it weren’t for the fact that Grey and Aiwass are here, he would have been in danger,”
Pure White said earnestly, “Before, it was Aiwass who was cursed, now it has become the Trolls who brought him here…
They may have been discovered.
But this Troll who can speak the Elvish Language seems to have some understanding of the situation.”
It wasn’t that she had forgotten the death of a friend, nor did she recover from the rash act of murder and subsequent suicide after changing from Gloria into a murderer—it was that there were more pressing matters at hand for her to attend to.
Even if it was just three illegal Troll immigrants, even if they were strangers to her…
Among them, someone was about to be murdered, someone was about to be assassinated—Pure White still could not allow such things to happen right before her eyes.
“No matter what, as long as I am here, as long as I am alive, I will not let anyone suffer in my presence,” said Her Highness, the Holy Maiden, gripping Aiwass’s wrist, articulating every word, “Come with me, we’re going to trace the curse’s trail.
With this gentleman serving as a probe, we no longer need to request revelations from Cardinal Loki…
I can find that person myself.”
“—This is the Holy Nation, and murderers must pay the price.”
Aiwass, being pulled forward by her, looked at Pure White’s unwavering figure.
Compared to the puzzling death of a dear friend, Pure White had decided to first go to the aid of living strangers…
And to help them, asking nothing in return.
She didn’t even ask for the names of the three Trolls, nor did she know what they were here for.
To help people she was less acquainted with, Pure White voluntarily let go of those closer to her, of those who were more “hers”…
Undoubtedly, this was an act of pure Dedication, and Pure White was indeed worthy of her name and the reality of the Holy Maiden.
…And this was precisely the reason why Bishop Mathers did not wish to climb any higher up the ranks.
