Chapter 1750: It Was You Who Provoked the Angel Form
Countless souls shrieked in the middle of the tomb chamber. Older Brother Jayad opened the coffin lid, granting them temporary freedom from their dark and torturous imprisonment. These desperate and maddened vengeful spirits instinctively attacked all living things around them to vent their pain.
The ethereal souls repeatedly assailed Older Brother Jayad; they had no rationality to think. Only Older Brother Jayad could release them now.
I was also grazed by a vengeful spirit. Instantly, I felt a significant portion of my vitality being drained. The grazed area shriveled as if dehydrated.
Furthermore, staring directly at the soul coffin and listening to the tragic chorus of the vengeful spirits, I felt my sanity rapidly diminishing. I felt intense pain deep within my inner heart. I didn’t even have time to drink my life potion; instead, I injected myself with a sedative first, and only then did I feel a bit better.
Amelia’s sedative wasn’t very effective at restoring sanity, but it was incredibly good at maintaining it. With just one injection, my inner heart remained calm, and even when faced with the most bizarre and terrifying scenes, my sanity wouldn’t drop.
However, recovering sanity was not easy. The best method I’ve found so far is indulgence, releasing the pent-up emotions and madness within to gradually return to a normal human state.
Therefore, after Older Brother Jayad mutated into his Angel Form, I practically spent every night with him. Even if I disliked tentacles, or was on the verge of losing my senses, I forced myself to endure.
I even felt it wasn’t enough and gave permission to the other girls, even requiring them to have a certain number of encounters with Older Brother Jayad daily. This was to ensure Older Brother was satisfied, keeping his spirit within the human domain, rather than becoming a cold and emotionless high-dimensional being.
Now, I am immensely grateful for this decision, because as Older Brother Jayad faced the soul coffin, a lot of feathers and tentacles grew from him. His mimicry could no longer be maintained, and he reverted to his Angel Form.
If not for the indulgence over the past few days, Older Brother Jayad might have directly become a high-dimensional being after being provoked this time.
“Wh-what is this monster!?” the Gravedigger shouted in terror. He had witnessed firsthand as the youth in front of the soul coffin transformed in an instant into a creature covered in feathers, with eyes and tentacles, appearing sacred yet bizarre.
His spirit also seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. His skin, which previously had corpse-like spots, began to grow feathers.
“Don’t be nervous. That’s still Older Brother. But don’t stare at him. Your mind cannot comprehend a high-dimensional being; staring for too long will turn you into Older Brother’s servant.” I turned the Gravedigger’s head, injected him with a sedative in his neck, and quickly trimmed his feathers.
At this moment, the tomb chamber had become an ocean of light. The countless vengeful spirits no longer uttered sounds of pain. Their soul bodies, which were reduced to only skulls, were rapidly repairing and replenishing themselves.
Not only that, but Holy Light poured into the soul coffin like an opened floodgate. The inscriptions on the soul coffin changed from ethereal blue to white-gold and began to deform and expand.
“Boom!” A precious soul coffin was thus filled and exploded. Fragments of bronze and gold scattered everywhere. Massive amounts of souls flew out; these were the vengeful spirits killed and imprisoned by the Tomb Master over the past century.
Originally, the soul coffin had a final layer of insurance. When the soul coffin exploded, the vengeful spirits imprisoned within, due to years of torment and suffering, would form a phantom storm, draining the vitality of all living things around them, including the one who destroyed it.
But when these souls, filled with hatred and madness, were liberated, they were immediately enveloped in an ocean of light. Their pain disappeared, their hatred vanished, and even their emotions and desires were gone.
This was, in a way, brainwashing, which would unknowingly turn people into his believers, or rather, servants. They would forget their relatives, lose all emotion and hope, and only serve God, finding happiness and joy therein.
It seemed beautiful, but in reality, it was cruel. However, for these souls who had been tormented for decades, this was actually the best release. At least they would no longer suffer.
Soon, Older Brother Jayad sent all the souls to heaven. Only I felt a sense of pity, not for the souls, but for the soul coffin itself.
Crafting a soul coffin was not simple. It required a lot of precious materials, professional blacksmiths, and an engraver skilled in Ancient Greek to carve inscriptions on it. The High Priest would preside over a Blood Sacrifice ritual to provide the initial souls.
I had originally wanted to take it for research, but it was directly blown up by the out-of-control Older Brother Jayad. What a waste. But there was no help for it; who told the Tomb Master to provoke him, causing him to transform into his Angel Form.
“Scoundrel! How dare you offend this little thief? Drown in the Nile water!” The Tomb Master could no longer remain silent and shouted in anger. As expected, it could see what was happening here. It had been silent, pretending to be profound, and I almost thought it hadn’t woken up yet.
However, this voice sounded somewhat familiar, but upon thinking about it, I couldn’t recall where I had heard it. Moreover, it said something about drowning in the Nile water. The Nile was a long way from Iberian.
Just as I thought it was merely uttering meaningless threats, four eye-shaped symbols appeared on the walls surrounding the tomb chamber. Then, each of the four eyes sprayed a large amount of water.
This water was murky yellow, mixed with a lot of sand and mud. Could it really be Nile water? It wasn’t just making idle threats; it was casting another curse spell, attempting to drown us or force us out of the tomb with water.
Older Brother Jayad floated in mid-air, with seven or eight tentacles stabbing into the water simultaneously. Soon, whirlpools formed in the water around his tentacles, and it was rapidly draining.
The speed at which the four eyes poured water was fast, and so was the speed at which Older Brother Jayad drained it. He also extended four tentacles, plugging the four eye positions on the east, south, west, and north respectively.
Without new water being injected, the water that had been poured in earlier was quickly drained by Older Brother Jayad. We were all curious how he drained the water. Did he suck it all into his body through his tentacles?
But after the water was drained, I saw holes left on the ground where the tentacles were inserted. The tentacles delved into these holes, and the background within was a brilliant starry sky.
Older Brother Jayad had actually extended his tentacles directly into outer space and used these holes to suck the water into the universe through a vacuum. No wonder it was drained so quickly.
The Tomb Master fell silent again. By now, even the scorpions behind us had been almost completely eliminated. The traps it set had been broken one by one, and even the curse was useless. It couldn’t even utter threats anymore.
“Older Brother, it’s time to stop. The enemies have been eliminated. Now, we need to discuss how to divide the spoils of war,” I said.
