Chapter 521: Calling
Ace, who was leading the prayer, felt the intense fluctuation of the Power of Fate. The act that had lasted for half a year finally concluded, and a new script was about to begin. Faith and the Power of Fate merged, and the altar instantly erupted with blinding light, causing everyone to exclaim in excitement.
The believers thought this was a miracle and prayed even more devoutly.
Ace manipulated this power. covering the closed vertical eye between his eyebrows with his right hand, he took advantage of the moment everyone was dazzled to slowly take out the projection of the Spindle of Fate. Opening his right hand, the spindle phantom flew onto the altar automatically.
At this moment, the rich Power of Fate rapidly compressed with the spindle phantom as the base point. Ace organized the crowd to pray devoutly, adding more assistance to this magic circle.
A extremely tiny Thread of Fate from this world rapidly linked towards the Kaya World in the upper layer of the Astral Plane. Although this process seemed very long to Ace—they prayed for nearly a day, and the thread still hadn’t connected to the Kaya World.
What Ace wanted was not a brief transmission of information, but a continuous connection. Therefore, he had to tell the residents that this Mass was a long-term and that there must always be people near the altar.
The residents of the entire Old Street were divided into six batches, with nearly five hundred people guarding the altar and praying devoutly every day.
Two days later, Yamila arrived. Under Ace’s persuasion, she knelt and prayed to the altar. The Power of Fate erupted instantly. Almost everyone in the Old Street felt a tremor in their minds; the altar had linked up with the Astral Compass altar in the Kaya World.
Everyone who participated in the ritual felt that something seemed different, but looking closely, they didn’t know exactly what was different.
Ace extracted half of the Power of Fate from the altar and fed it back to the crowd, announcing that the Mass was a great success. Then he ordered people to carry the altar back into the church.
After settling everything, Ace was not in a hurry to contact the main body in the Kaya World. Instead, he spoke with Yamila alone for a while to understand the basic situation of the King Selection War.
“So, the second day of the Month of Roses, which is the day after tomorrow, is when the King Selection War officially starts?”
Hearing Yamila’s words, Ace said with a look of understanding.
Yamila nodded, saying with slight worry but sincerity: “The King Selection War is a real war. As long as it doesn’t affect ordinary people, there is no responsibility for the death of the participants.
“Every candidate has an assistant. I would like to ask you to help me.”
Hearing Yamila’s words, Ace smiled slightly and said firmly: “You are the Righteous King I have chosen. In the past half year in the Old Street, I have acknowledged your potential and will inevitably assist you.
“If I encouraged you to become a Righteous King but stayed out of it myself, wouldn’t I be worse than a beast?”
Looking at Ace’s extended hand, Yamila also extended her hand to hold it tightly, feeling unusually settled in her heart.
The night was deep. The people of the Old Street and the clergy of the church were all asleep. A shadow slowly surged and appeared beside the altar.
The shadow wriggled slowly, turning into Ace in a short while. He gently stroked the altar, and the phantom of the Spindle of Fate hidden within vibrated slightly.
Ace walked onto the altar and grasped the spindle phantom. In an instant, his mind resonated with his main body located in the Kaya World, an unknown distance away.
This resonance lasted for nearly half an hour. Ace, covered in sweat, broke away from the resonance state. His footsteps were a bit unsteady as he held onto the altar and sat down slowly, gasping for breath.
“So that’s how it is. One year spent in this world is equivalent to one day in the Kaya World. In this way, there is no heavy time pressure. On the contrary, this world has given me ample time to prepare.”
Thud!
Rumble…
The sound of a heavy object rolling on the ground immediately attracted Ace’s attention. Although his body was weak, he struggled to stand. Having consumed too much Heart Fire, he activated his mana, constructed a spell model, and pointed at the intruder.
The intruder instantly fell into a weightless state, floating in mid-air and flailing non-stop. Ace chanted a spell softly, his eyes dyed with a layer of cyan, seeing the intruder clearly in the dark night.
“Lisa?”
He rushed over in a stride, bound Lisa tightly with a Magic Crystal Shaping spell, and then brought her back to his room.
Lisa struggled constantly, seeming to want to say something. Ace slapped his forehead, sighed, and activated the Level 0 Spell: Charm Person. Mana pounced on Lisa, and she slowly stopped struggling.
Ace then questioned Lisa seriously in the room. Finally, he confirmed that Lisa had only strayed into the church hall by mistake; it was not intentional, nor did she discover anything.
However, Ace accidentally discovered Lisa’s secret. During the sudden incident just now, the back of Lisa’s hand was scratched, and azure blue blood gurgled out.
Ace collected this fresh blood in a bottle. Almost without a doubt, Lisa was also a Blue Blood, a so-called “True Human,” just like everyone in the Field Family hiding in the sewer and the original owner of Ace’s body.
Looking at the unusually docile Lisa after being charmed, Ace finally understood what she meant by “can’t go back.” If he hadn’t seen Lisa’s situation, Ace himself would have forgotten that this body still had the big pitfall of being a Blue Blood.
“This is hard to handle. Confess while taking the chance? But confidentiality is a huge problem. Even if Lisa keeps it secret subjectively, there are too many ways to pry open her mouth.”
Ace’s eyes gradually showed intolerance. He murmured: “There might be some side effects, but this is the better way.”
The spell model combined instantly. A Hammer of Light appeared in Ace’s hand. He raised the hammer and smashed it onto Lisa’s head repeatedly. The sky gradually brightened.
At noon, Lisa woke up in her own bed. She felt her head was heavy, like the floating state after a fever, and her whole body was sore, as if she had run all night.
“What happened to me?”
Lisa subconsciously touched her forehead; it seemed indeed a bit hot. She struggled to get up but woke up the little nun lying by her bed.
The little nun hurriedly pressed Lisa back onto the bed, wrung out the wet towel in the wooden basin, applied it to Lisa’s forehead, and said with concern: “Lord Lisa, you have a high fever. You mustn’t move around randomly. After you Excellency the priest learned about this, he immediately arranged for me to take care of you. Please be sure to rest well; the residents of the Old Street cannot do without you!”
Lisa, feeling dizzy, listened to the little nun’s chatter and closed her eyes involuntarily. What happened yesterday? Why did she have no impression of it? Was the fever really that bad? It seemed one shouldn’t kick off the quilt when sleeping.
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On the other side, in the Priest’s study, Ace was spreading out a brand new fate script scroll, carefully writing the new script. Written on it was a term familiar to everyone in the Kingdom of Hill: “King Selection War.”
Ace leaned back, resting his legs on the table. Sunlight spilled through the glazed window. Ace pondered and said: “The information link channel between the two worlds has been opened. As long as I want, I can exchange information with the main body. But just this is not enough to realize the main body’s plan; I need more Power of Fate.”
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