The Supreme Magic Throne

Chapter 4 Red Eyes

Benjamin glanced at Lucian, and walked slowly to the ruins of the witch's hut with a unique graceful rhythm, his voice low and soft, "Evil magicians always love to play with the hearts and perceptions of good people, especially when the silver moon shines brightly like this. It's just that the magician hasn't gained any truly terrifying evil powers, so his magic can only affect one to two people."

Lucian was confused at first. But after Benjamin finished speaking, Lucian only understood why he was the only one who heard the cry, while the people around him were still sleeping soundly and even woke up to hear nothing.

Without giving Lucian a chance to speak, Benjamin reached out with white gloves and continued, "Four church guards and I are blessed by God, so we can hear this evil voice."

The four guards who were walking in front and behind, upon hearing these words, they drew crosses on their chests and said in unison:

"Only the truth lasts forever."

With these words, their spirit grew.

The slum dwellers who saw from a distance also prayed in a low voice, "Only the truth will last forever."

Then they whispered: "This is the power of the gods, he is indeed worthy of being an honorable priest."

Amidst the faint praise, Benjamin's uniquely smiling face became even more solemn, and he slowly opened his hands with those white gloves, and uttered a strange short syllable in a low voice, saying,

"Passos."

As soon as that quick short syllable ended, the entire ruins of the hut were covered with a faint white light, like a silver moon in the sky emitting rays.

Enveloped in a white light, on the broken wall connecting the ruins and Lucian's house, a strange blood red color appeared in the shape of a hole.

Infected by mysterious and strange spells and magical effects, Lucian is just as shocked as the poor people around him. His mood fluctuates, but they are more frightened, while Lucian's fear mixes with a deep longing.

Benjamin kept his hand back and gave the order to the guard in front of him: "Gary, that's his secret door, no magic trap, so just open it right away."

Gary's chest was raised, the clanking of iron plates sounded from his body, "Well, Mr. Benjamin."

As Gary and the other guards walked by, Lucian, who was beside him with sharp ears, heard Benjamin cursing in a low voice: "Based on those courts who uphold that self-respect. They only used magic trap detection magic, could they not simultaneously detect the secret door as well? Is it because his enemy is only a magician disciple, so it is so negligent?"

With instructions from the priest, Gary showed his strong muscles and knocked down the broken wall in two to three strokes.

Then, the other guards unsheathed their long swords, roaring and slamming hard to destroy the mechanism, so that the black hole in the corner of the wall was completely clear.

The entrance of the hole was not large, it was only as large as one person. The wind blew out from inside, carrying a foul smell from the entrance of the hole. Benjamin frowned slightly, and covered his own nose and mouth with his right hand wearing white gloves, while Lucian was almost nauseous, and retreated two steps involuntarily.

Gary looked up near the entrance of the pit and ran over here, "Master Benjamin, this secret passage leads to the sewer."

Benjamin frowned at Gary, his mouth and nose seemed to change slightly due to the pressure, and his voice became muffled: "OK"

"After looking down diagonally, you can see the gutter part." Gary replied firmly.

Benjamin did not speak, as a noble and graceful priestess, as a noble member of the Lafati family who had been passed down for many years, the thought of the dirt and stench in the gutter made him feel uneasy, and he mastered magic. Yet there is no "purification technique" among the few god arts that compose and build imprint models in the soul. If you want to do so, you have to rely on spells, movements, and spell casting materials. No one knew where the secret room was located, so along the path of this sewer, it would certainly require some refining techniques.

"Part of his enemies are only magician disciples, just bring the Holy Coat of Truth there should be no problem." Benjamin thought a little worriedly, then looked at Lucian, loosened his right hand, and his voice became dignified and gentle again: "You are accompanied by a witch and your body is contaminated with evil forces, and your voice becomes sober, you need redemption before you are baptized. But your devotion to God has touched me, I will lend you my sacred emblem. It can not only purify the power left behind by evil witches, but also regain protection from God. Go, Lucian, do it for God's sake, and God's eyes will always be on you."

After successfully reporting to the church and bringing Benjamin, Gary, and the others here, Lucian felt much more relieved. With the presence of a priest and guards, it should not be difficult to get rid of this spirit. Although no matter how difficult it was, this activity would not require the contribution of an ordinary person who had just recovered, so upon hearing the words of Benjamin, Lucian's mind immediately buzzed: "He told me to purify the spirit?! I'm just a regular guy!"

Seeing Lucian's face full of surprise and resistance, Benjamin asked gently and kindly, "You, don't want to?"

Without the slightest bit of hatred, Lucian shivered and came to his senses. If he did not answer, he would probably instantly become a corpse here. But if he agreed, according to Benjamin's words, he would be lent a sacred emblem, the, and some of the guards would also come along to deal with the hatred left behind by a magician disciple that Benjamin had not paid much attention to, so the danger level should not be too great.

Is Benjamin really unwilling to go down because he doesn't like dirty sewers, or has other thoughts. It seemed pointless that Benjamin messed up this seemingly simple matter.

Suppressing the hatred in his heart, Lucian smiled very stiffly and replied, "I am willing to serve God."

Benjamin did not enter the heart of the rigid Lucian. He took off the holy symbol talisman on the neck with his right hand, and handed it to Lucian, "This is the holy symbol of truth, I will bless you later. That way, you can focus your mind more easily, plus the mantra and communication of the sacred emblem with your thoughts and finger movements, you can activate the power of God contained in it."

After Lucian suppressed his emotions, he was filled with curiosity about the sacred emblem that could perform holy magic.

The sacred emblem had a golden base and was carved with a white cross that emitted a faint light. Around the cross, in dark gold, there are many horizontal, vertical, circular, triangular, square, rectangular and other strange patterns that come together to form the cross, making it look mysterious and solemn.

Holding the sacred emblem in hand, Lucian instantly felt a warm and gentle power coming enveloping his entire body. Even in the face of the cold wind blowing at night today, his body still felt as warm as it was under the sun exposure.

"There are two unofficial holy spells in the sacred emblem: light spells and light wound healing, which can be used three times a day, and three first-rate holy spells: the shield of holy light, the sword of light, the sword of light, and holy light attacks, all of which can only be used once every day, please listen carefully to each other's mantras."

Lucian had no other choice. He had to go down that hole, so divine magic power was very important to him, so he studied the spells taught by Benjamin in earnest.

All of his spells were short syllables. But the change in intonation is difficult, making Lucian need a lot of extra effort to pronounce perfectly without mistakes.

Benjamin nodded silently and extended his right hand.

No spell recitation this time. A pure white light suddenly enveloped Lucian and slowly disappeared, making Lucien feel that his body was filled with strength and health that he had never felt before. At the same time, his mind became concentrated and sharp, until he could hear more distant voices.

"The priest really let Lucian down and gave him a sacred emblem."

"You didn't hear? It's the pastor's kindness, letting Lucian come down to purify the sins from his body."

"Praise God, Praise the Pastor."

Every time Benjamin gave his blessing, there was a pause of about two to three seconds.

After doing all this, Benjamin looked at Lucian and the others: "Paul will guard the entrance of the secret passage, Gary, Hasen, Colaya, you three go down with Lucian."

Then, his expression became solemn, and he drew a cross on his own chest, "May the glory of God bless you."

"Only the truth lasts forever."

Gary and the other three guards seemed a little excited and answered strongly. Lucian is slow to react, answers wrong, doesn't answer wrong.

Fortunately, Benjamin paid little attention to this, and saw the four of them slowly walking down a secret path towards the sewer.

The guard named Paul lowered his voice and asked a question that had long puzzled him, "Master Benjamin, why is he?"

There are spells, there are sacred symbols, Lucian and the guards like Gary can also activate magic inside the sacred emblem. But each activation is a little slower than priests like Mr. Benjamin, sorcerer disciples or evil witches. Nonetheless, it was better than a child who knew nothing and was not even as well trained as Lucian, if Mr. Benjamin was unwilling to go down, he could have given the sacred emblem to Gary, he said, Hasen or Colaya.

Benjamin looked at the entrance of the secret passageway, covered his own nose and mouth with his right hand, and said in a low and gentle voice: "His mental strength is slightly higher than that of a normal person, he said, so it would be better to activate the magic of the sacred emblem."

"But his age is too old, so it is no longer worth training from the beginning."

Once entering the secret passage, a foul smell mixed with a strange taste spread and smelled, Lucien could not help but vomit twice.

“You who live in the district of Aderan turned out to be so uncomfortable with the smell of sewers, it seems you are not as poor as I imagined. Whether it's the City of Psalms or Antipheus, there's always life in the sewers. There are a lot of poor people who don't even have rundown houses" said Colaya ironically, who entered a secret passage in front of Lucian. He has black hair, a different profile than Gary and Benjamin, with long, thin cheekbones.

Before Lucian could answer, Gary who entered immediately said, "Shut up."

Colaya shrugged, covered her mouth, took a few steps on the secret passageway that was as high as one adult, then jumped into the sewer path.

Lucian jumped in, and stepped on something slippery under his feet.

These things were everywhere, and the surrounding walls were covered in strange moss that emitted a faint light, keeping the entire sewer line from being in total darkness.

Gary lowered his voice: "I, Hasen, and Colaya, we are all high-level knights. You should pay attention to cooperation when using the sacred emblem. When you face danger, just cast a light sword spell." He had a golden beard, but his every move was very calm, which made people feel safe. Among the four guards, this Gary was vaguely more domineering.

After he finished speaking, Gary held a long sword in his right hand and a small round shield in his left hand, then told Hasen, Colaya, and Lucian to look for the place where the spirit cries came from.

Lucian who lacked deep understanding, followed dejectedly, 'Where might I be able to know what kind of strength a high-level knight possesses?' But Lucian dared not ask Gary and the others directly about this kind of thing.

The miserable and silent cry increasingly resounded in the narrow sewer environment, to the point that it seemed to be audible from all directions, so it was difficult to ascertain the specific location.

However, specially trained guards such as Gary, and others, along with the mentally well-off Lucian, can easily identify the direction of the source of the sound thanks to the blessing of the "Blessing spell".

This part of the sewer was so silent that it was frightening, and not a single poor person lived here, completely contrary to what Colaya had said.

After arriving at a few intersections like the intersection, Lucian and the others stopped at a not-so-different angle.

Gary looked at the moss-covered wall, and said to Lucian calmly and seriously, "Take out the sword of light."

Lucian was afraid and wanted to try. With the help of the blessing technique, he could become calmer, focus on the holy emblem, feel the warm and moist power, then hold the holy emblem that was on the neck with his left hand. Gently rubbing the white cross in the middle of the sacred emblem rhythmically, while rubbing, he chanted a strange incantation:

"Silk."

Lucian only felt that his spirit concentrated on the sacred emblem seemed to be affected by the burst of white light, and a hint of white light appeared in front of him, starting to gather, and in the end forming a shining sword of light.

"This is my voice?" A voice that activates magic, with a strange tone intonation. When the effect on magic, Lucian's voice sounded heavy and hoarse, mysterious and strange, to the point of making Lucian himself surprised.

Holding the sword of light and feeling an overwhelming force, Lucian could not help but feel his heart, but Gary's words immediately made Lucian aware, "Split the wall there, with the power of the sword of light, all kinds of magic traps will be broken, the enemy's just a magician's student."

Looking at the position indicated by Gary, Lucian trembled slightly. He was facing a mysterious and powerful magical force, so as to what was about to appear, and what danger was about to occur, everything was unknown.

"Swimps and inexperienced boy." Colaya smiled coldly.

Lucian understood that he could only continue forward, so he took a deep breath The terrible stench made Lucian slowly calm down, gnashing his teeth and shouting inwardly, 'Lagian is just dead.'

The sword of light held in his right hand slashed firmly against the slippery and disgusting wall.

A touch of white light shone, and the walls melted like an unstoppable liquid.

When Lucian was slashing, it also seemed to have cut off some strange things, and there was a complicated breaking sensation, and the faint black gas quickly disappeared under the shining blade of the sword.

The whole wall collapsed completely.

Inside the wall, there was a deep darkness.

Suddenly, two strange, ferocious as well as cold little red lights lit up in the darkness.

Two red lights that lit up like that grew more and more, and filled the entire darkness.

Lucian's mouth was dry, his spirit was tense, and his palms were sweaty, like all those little red lights were eyes staring at him.