Chapter 153
On top of the bloody altar.
Three torture chairs besmeared with blood were placed in a triangle shape on top of it. Greem, Acteon, and Mary were now sitting in these chairs. They had a blank look on their face, as if they were waiting for something to happen.
Below them, on the first and second level of the altar, all Apprentice Adepts were messily placed and piled up. A huge bloody hole could be seen on each and every single one of these dead bodies, blood was gurgling out from them. The magical runes on the altar had absorbed these fresh blood and became full and started to light up one after another.
A bloody mist gradually diffused from the altar, giving it a touch of mysteriousness and evil.
When all the evil runes on the altar were lit, a faint murmur of souls begun to linger in the air. Immediately after that, countless wraiths and spirits made their appearance in this place, flying and hovering in a circle around the altar. From time to time, their vague, incorporeal visage would transform into beautiful girls with splendid outlooks or transformed into a dreadful ghosts with withered faces…
A creepy, ghostly laughter incessantly lingered on.
Within this evil and bizarre scene where angels and demons kept shifting like the clouds, the dead bodies of apprentices lying flat on the altar quickly withered. It was as if all their blood, flesh, and soul were extracted by some external beings. Very soon, they shrunk and turned into messengers of death which looked similar to Ghouls.
The red glow on the altar became more striking!
Right after he was awakened, Greem immediately frowned his brows painfully.
In a trance, two extremely opposite consciousnesses came from his body and soul made him felt like as if his mind had been broken into two. Or else, why was he sensing two totally opposite yet sharp feelings from his consciousness?
One of the feelings kept telling him that he was in a perfectly fine condition. The endless supply of life force, fragments of soul that filled with deep understanding of different knowledge, all these things were rushing into his body and soul continuously, kept strengthening and expanding him.
He had a false impression, that he could keep growing stronger like this without any limit!
On the other end, the second feeling was totally opposite to the first. An intense crisis of death had wrapped his entire body and soul, causing his soul to turn gloomy and dark. He never felt so weak and small before, it was like a balloon filling with air had reached its limit, and maybe in the next seconds, it would burst with a loud boom and vanished into nothingness.
Both feelings were so vivid and direct and they both had deeply engraved the strongest feeling into the depths of Greem’s soul, making him believe them without a shadow of the doubt.
Was he strong or weak? Was he walking toward the pinnacle of his life or still lingering at the brink of death?
In an instant, Greem was perplexed by the feelings he felt!