Chapter 105: The Moon Goddess Opens Her Eyes
In total, there were seventeen couples, thirty-four people.
The sect did not differentiate among them but moved all of them into the sacrificial magic array in front of the statue.
Under the influence of the lost soul water, these thirty-four people had lost their minds, moving about in a daze with heavy bodies.
The sect members only used golems to suppress resistance; afterward, they quickly recalled them. Now, they were transporting them by manpower.
Sixteen sect members, each carrying two people, were not slow at all.
They still paired the couples back-to-back, with their heads touching.
Only after arranging all the couples did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Mr. Sea Star was satisfied. “Everything is ready. We just need to wait for the bell to ring.”
Then, the sect members knelt before the statue and prayed silently.
…
Outside the temple…
Dark cautiously peered out.
All sixteen sect members faced the statue, praying earnestly.
From the outside, one could only see their backs.
“Could this be an opportunity?”
“If I use the ‘Evil Fluctuation,’ perhaps I can take them down in an instant?”
Dark’s mind churned with thoughts.
But he ultimately rejected his own idea.
The “Bliss” series of magic cards would cause a backlash from the statue’s power here, leading to self-destruction.
And if any one of them reacted inadvertently, he, as a first-year student, would find it difficult to gain any advantage.
The most threatening should be Starfish, who was clearly a central figure in the sect.
…
In fact, the best approach in such a situation would be to notify a professor.
Since Professor Kazel refused to act due to unknown reasons, he should seek help from other professors!
But time seemed insufficient.
The sect members appeared ready to act immediately. By the time the professors arrived, everything might already be over.
Ultimately, what were they trying to do?
Revive the goddess?
If they were so devout, why didn’t they go to the Secret Rite Academy of the Saints?
And how easy would it be to revive a goddess?
Dark found it hard to understand.
The behavior of these sect members was peculiar.
“It’s now around 11:50 PM. Could they be waiting for midnight—the last moment of the holy night—when Halloween arrives?”
“What should I do?”
“What can I do?”
Dark pulled his head back and leaned against the wall, thinking quickly.
“What does the book say about this?”
“When encountering such a situation…”
“First, assess your advantages.”
“Think about what you have.”
“What can you do?”
“Before acting, plan your escape route.”
Gradually, Dark began to form ideas.
He gradually calmed down, the panic in his eyes quickly receding, becoming composed again.
Prior to this, he never imagined that his psychological resilience had improved to this level.
Whether in his past life or this one, he wasn’t someone who could remain calm in a dangerous situation.
Now, however, he seemed able to detach his emotions and think objectively.
Being timid was useless.
Anger only led to negative consequences.
He felt like a child suddenly entering a slaughterhouse, preparing to snatch the butcher’s knife from the adults.
…
Time ticked away.
The sect members progressed from silent prayer to praying aloud.
What came out of their mouths were unheard languages and prayers.
Clear and rapid, sacred and beautiful.
Each person’s prayer seemed different.
Like the sections of a symphony orchestra.
Each section had its own rhythm, yet together they formed the ultimate melody.
The sect members’ prayers turned into sacred songs.
One by one, the spells became tangible, dancing around the statue.
These were white, black, and golden spells, occasionally interspersed with pink ones that were alluring.
A wisp of mist gradually rose.
It was a faint pink mist seeping out from the statue.
The mist spread and accumulated at the bottom of the temple.
…
Dark peeked out again, holding his breath.
From his perspective, he could clearly see.
The sect members kneeling before the statue were covered in a large amount of mist.
Parts of it writhed like snakes, entering their ears, nostrils, mouths, and every hole on their bodies.
Then they emerged again.
They seemed to be receiving a baptism from the goddess, but more like being brainwashed by her.
Dark’s eyebrows twitched.
He noticed the mist had spread to the thirty-four couples.
Like a cautious test.
First, a little bit.
Entering through the left ear and exiting through the right ear.
Connecting one man and one woman.
Some reacted.
Others did not.
The mist discarded those who did not react and wrapped around those who did.
That was seven pairs, fourteen people.
The mist intensified.
A few transparent liquid substances were brought out by the mist穿梭 between the ears.
They formed bubble-like accumulations beside people’s ears.
This made Dark involuntarily recall the scene from Traveler’s Street, where Old John used the iron hook of fate to extract his thoughts from his mind.
The liquid substance drawn out by the mist seemed to be similar?
Due to his limited understanding, Dark could only guess.
As more liquid substance was drawn out.
The liquid belonging to each couple attracted each other.
They floated up like bubbles in water, merging in the middle of each couple to form a larger bubble.
The surface of these bubbles bulged and recessed, like reliefs on walls, with stories of people floating within, like a lantern show.
…
In the small temple that had been silent for many years.
Two rows of torches burned on the walls, their flames flickering.
The pure white and sacred statue emitted a soft glow.
Pink mist gradually spread.
Sixteen believers dressed in seafood costumes prayed sincerely.
Beautiful melodies echoed throughout the hall.
Above the heads of the sacrifices, seven increasingly large transparent bubbles rolled in the air.
In the direction unseen by Dark.
On the faces of the seven couples, expressions of happiness appeared.
…
Suddenly…
In the complex magic array centered around the statue, dozens of red candles lit up unexpectedly, their flames growing from thin to thick.
The oil from the candles dripped down the candle bodies.
On the ceiling of the temple, the candles reflected like mirrors.
Circle after circle of flames flickered within.
The light suddenly shone brightly, rippling outward like ripples on a lake.
The entire ceiling flashed with a silver light.
Then…
The ceiling vanished.
Replacing it was a clear night sky and a bright moon.
The goddess’s statue opened its eyes the moment it was illuminated by the moonlight.
