Is This Resurrection Magic?

Without further hesitation, she took out the fragments of Jello's Soul Fragment that she had prepared beforehand from her storage ring.

The six Soul Fragment shimmered with a bright luster in her fair palm, as beautiful as gemstones.

According to the requirements of the Resurrection Spell, the Soul Fragment need to be placed on the inner lines of the Resurrection Spell's magic circle.

The gap and angle between the two Soul Fragment must be uniform.

Rosweisse had already taken the most precise measurements of these locations beforehand, and she was certain there were no mistakes. Even so, Rosweisse was still somewhat apprehensive when she began, carefully observing the placement of each Soul Fragment several times.

It was supposed to be a very simple thing, but Rosweisse took a long time, almost an hour, to finally finish it.

After the last Soul Fragment was placed down, Rosweisse let out a long sigh of relief. Her forehead was covered with a dense layer of sweat, and some golden strands of hair clung to her cheeks, making her look slightly disheveled.

Without taking a break, Rosweisse quickly picked up the prepared liquid, hurried to the beginning of the magic circle, and carefully tilted the bottle, watching the crimson liquid fall.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

On this huge stone slab, there were only lines drawn by Rosweisse, and there were no indentations or anything like that below the lines.

But as the dark red, viscous liquid fell, it seemed to be summoned and guided by some mysterious force, and immediately began to flow along the lines of the magic circle.

The dark red color was spreading rapidly across the stone slab.

Almost at the same time, in the deepest part of the Demonic Beast Territory, the Demon King Nag was pacing anxiously back and forth in his newly built secret chamber.

This unease stemmed from another consciousness within the body... Jello's soul was wailing almost in agony, and even the consciousness of the Demon King Nag was shrouded in an indescribable oppression.

They didn't know what was going to happen, but the invisible crisis was growing stronger.

Like a viscous liquid, it had completely entangled their bodies and even their souls.

It was like a giant whirlpool, and even with the immense power of these two beings, it was difficult to escape from it.

This is another long period of time.

It took longer than placing the fragments of Jello's Soul Fragment before.

Rosweisse had to ensure that the flow of the liquid was kept within a certain range—not too fast, which would cause the liquid to leak out, and certainly not interrupted.

Nearly two hours passed, and the last drop of liquid in the bottle finally dripped out.

By this point, the magic circle on the entire bluestone slab had completely turned dark red, shimmering with an eerie luster under the silvery moonlight.

Rosweisse did not stand up, but instead knelt on one knee, placed one hand on the magic circle, and looked up at Ekaterina and Athena opposite her.

The three women exchanged glances.

In the next instant, the Magic Power within Rosweisse surged into the magic circle through her palm.

Buzz...

In that instant, Rosweisse felt half of the abundant, wave-like Magic Power within her body being drained away.

The previously silent magic circle was activated in that instant.

A bright red light shone on the bluestone slab.

The ground beneath my feet trembled instantly... No, that's not right. It wasn't just the ground beneath my feet; it was as if the entire jungle had been struck by an earthquake, the ground shaking violently.

The surrounding trees rustled and shook, startling a large flock of birds into flight.

The scarlet luster rose like a column of water shooting upwards against the current, reaching straight into the sky.

The red light seemed to connect directly with the boundless starry sky, making contact with some mysterious and eerie entities in the Void.

The next instant, Ekaterina and Athena seemed to sense something at the same time. The two beautiful girls suddenly stiffened, beads of sweat seeped from their foreheads, and veins bulged on the backs of their hands.

Their hands involuntarily covered their heads, their eyes, which had been filled with curiosity, were now filled with chaotic pain, and deep within their pupils, it seemed that strange figures were writhing and intertwining.

Her once beautiful and delicate face was now twisted to the extreme, looking as ferocious as Magic Creature.

Almost simultaneously, frantic babbling began to echo in the ears of Ekaterina and Athena.

They couldn't understand what those voices meant at all, but they could sense the chaos and madness that filled those voices that went straight to their souls...

That was not a rambling thought.

It seems to be the Six Paths.

Six distinct yet equally mad voices tormented their souls from different directions.

As someone who had previously come into contact with these things, Athena understood almost instantly that the source of these voices was the Void.

Ahhhhhh...

Their bodies writhed violently, and the two of them let out sharp screams almost simultaneously. Ekaterina even stretched out a long, slender finger, as if she wanted to pierce her own eardrum with her sharp nail.

It was as if only by doing this could one avoid hearing those eerie syllables again.

But Athena knew it was all in vain; the sound wasn't heard by her ears, but rather... perceived by her soul.

Even if you destroy your ears, or even cut off your entire head, as long as your soul remains, the sound will not cease.

The pain intensified. Athena's fingers tugged at her long, flowing hair, breaking it strand by strand. But this pain was no match for the effects of the delirium. She even wanted to strangle herself and crush her own soul.

Immediately following was a series of teeth-grinding crunching sounds.

The bones in Ekaterina and Athena's bodies began to rub against each other in a strange way.

The hair that had just been pulled out was growing longer and longer... They all had a strange feeling that they were about to turn into a terrifying monster in the next second.

Neither Athena nor Ekaterina had anticipated such a bizarre situation during the Resurrection Spell.

In stark contrast is Rosweisse.

The woman was completely unaffected by the babbling; she simply widened her eyes, her body bathed in crimson light, and let out a maniacal laugh.

Chapter Two, 8,000 words in total, is presented below.

Chapter 567 Is this Resurrection Spell?

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Rosweisse's face gleamed with unprecedented excitement, and frenzied sounds emanated from her lips.

She wasn't in as much pain as Athena and Ekaterina, but she also seemed to be affected by this mysterious power... However, at least in Rosweisse's view, the effect was positive.

The crimson light shining on me, the eerie whispers echoing in my ears—it was all so soothing.

Corruption, twisted, bloody, insane, chaotic, evil!

There were no positive words to praise, yet it excited and captivated Rosweisse.

Even more strangely, Rosweisse felt a sense of familiarity and warmth within these mysterious auras. Her blood seemed to surge at this moment, and her body became burning hot.

Her golden eyes turned crimson. She knew where this aura came from, where its origin lay—it came from her father.

Gods in the Void.

Her father.

Father God!

He was wailing on one hand and laughing wildly on the other.

The starkly contrasting scenes on both sides create a striking contrast.

Just then, the Resurrection Spell's magic circle mutated once again. Crimson light gathered wildly above the magic circle, instantly transforming into a crimson ocean.

Even the bright moonlight overhead was completely obscured in that instant.

Compared to Ekaterina, Athena's soul was stronger and her will was more resolute.

While resisting the corrosive influence of the whispers in her ear, Athena struggled to raise her head and peer at everything in the sky.

Within that crimson sea of blood, one could almost sense countless twisted wills writhing within.

Rosweisse's body was completely bathed in crimson light, as if she were immersed in a sea of blood.

The long hair behind her seemed to have transformed into venomous snakes, swaying almost arrogantly.

Just as the crimson color reached its peak, another change occurred. The sea of blood seemed to boil at this moment, and the blood churned in a terrifying manner.

The next instant, with a hiss, a scarlet light suddenly shot out from the sea of blood.

Like a chain traversing the night sky, it tore through the darkness with a piercing shriek, hurtling towards the deepest part of the Demonic Beast Territory.

And this is just the beginning.

After the first chain formed from congealed blood appeared, a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth... chain after chain, with writhing, strange tentacles, like scarlet pythons, sliced the night sky overhead into different regions.

However, all the chains led to the same place: the deepest part of the Demonic Beast Territory.

The Crimson Chains moved at an unimaginable speed; in the blink of an eye, their heads were no longer visible.

What's going on here?

Rosweisse stared wide-eyed, not quite understanding why the Resurrection Spell would produce such a bizarre scene... A vague sense of unease lingered within her; something seemed amiss.

According to the description on the Resurrection Spell scroll, it shouldn't involve gathering Lord Jello's remnant soul on a magic circle and then re-forming his physical body.

Once his soul and body merge, will Lord Jello be fully resurrected?

She didn't understand what was happening, but the Resurrection Spell had already been activated, and Rosweisse could only let Resurrection Spell continue.

Moreover, the aura she sensed after activating the Resurrection Spell magic circle came from the Father God... No matter what, the Father God wouldn't betray her, right? Rosweisse thought naively.

Meanwhile, in the Demonic Beast Territory, the situation was completely different.

The Demon King's Castle is very crowded.

Because of a command from the Demon King Nag, all the Magic Creature were summoned back, and the once spacious city is now transformed, with traces of Magic Creature everywhere.

Magic Creature roam the land, fly in the sky, and even burrow in the soil.

These Magic Creature had no idea what the Demon King was worried about, but it was Magic Creature instinct to obey the orders of the strong, and they faithfully carried out the Demon King's commands.

But... to be honest, it's pretty boring.

They had been in the Demon King's Castle for a very long time, and nothing had happened during that long period.

In comparison, these Magic Creature prefer to rush to the front lines and fight against humans... even if they might die; Magic Creature's just their nature.

This prolonged and unchanging boredom gradually caused these Magic Creature to lose their initial vigilance.

When they were first summoned back by His Majesty the Demon King, they were worried that some powerful enemy might attack, so they were all on high alert, keenly watching every movement they could see.

However, such intense concentration is not an easy thing; in fact, it is torture, especially for Magic Creature that are naturally active.

As time went on, these Magic Creature became increasingly impatient.

Although they dared not disobey His Majesty the Demon King's orders to leave the Demon King's Castle, their bodies were already swaying precariously, and some even lay on the ground fast asleep.

Nonsense, nothing's wrong. What else could I do besides sleep?

I don't know what's wrong with His Majesty the Demon King... Ah, no, this can't be.

That is the noble, powerful, and supreme Demon King. How could anyone doubt the Demon King's decisions? Even questioning him in one's heart is absolutely forbidden... These Magic Creature pondered these thoughts, but their bodies honestly continued to sleep soundly.

Of course, while there are many Magic Creature that are fast asleep, they are not all of them.

For some Magic Creature that are accustomed to nocturnal activity, the night is paradise.

Besides these nocturnal Magic Creature, there was another strange fellow.

It's Ramon.

At this very moment, this guy was sneaking off towards the ravine behind the Demon King's Palace.

He was very careful, not wanting other Magic Creature to discover his whereabouts, but little did he know that his furtive actions were clearly visible to those Magic Creature that moved at night.

Of course, these Magic Creature did not stop Ramon's actions.

After all, this was the seventh prince of the Magic Creature. With the deaths of many other princes, princesses, Abyss Heavenly King, and Demon General, Ramon's status as the seventh prince rose accordingly.

In this situation, offending a prince who is very likely to inherit the Demon King's throne is definitely not a wise move.

Most importantly, the Demon King's Palace is a forbidden area.

But the valley behind the Demon King's Palace is different.

Most likely, it's just that His Highness couldn't stand being bored and wanted to go out for some fresh air. It's nothing important, and there's no need to make a fuss or overreact.

Ramon, oblivious to the gaze sweeping over him, continued to carefully and quickly conceal himself in the forest of the mountain hollow. However, this guy was habitually careless and would inadvertently make some cracking or snapping sounds as he stepped on branches, which greatly annoyed Ramon.