"System, can you detect what exactly is happening in that direction?"
'Unknown factors are interfering.'
High-sequence interference? Did Olson run into a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?
"Being able to interfere with the System and hinder the detection of spirit world creatures, this isn't an ordinary Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. Did some secret organization make a move? Or is it a high-sequence Sealed Artifact going out of control, or... a promotion ritual?"
After the War of the Four Emperors, although the living strength of the major churches was somewhat reduced, the same was true for those secret organizations.
Doing such a thing in a place clearly watched by the three major churches, it seems they are very confident in their concealment?
For some reason, Tang thought of that demon from the very beginning.
The Church of the Bloody Scripture...
Tang got up and walked towards the castle, simultaneously opening the system interface.
"System, locate the spirit world coordinates in that direction."
'Okay.'
Beneath the enormous dome were countless fine lines that could not be easily detected.
The origins of these fine lines came from the infinitely high sky, connected to each audience member, but the fine lines extending from the audience members were constantly converging in one direction.
The audience's cheers continued, like a never-ending wonderful drama. Everyone had the same smile and fanaticism on their faces. Staring at them for too long would make one's hair stand on end, as if facing puppets that had lost their lives and only had decaying, stinking shells left.
They shouted miracle, but repeated their actions endlessly, like machines.
They seemed alive, but they were already dead.
They seemed dead, but they were all like living.
Olson walked stiffly towards the stage. A spotlight, shot from who knows where, illuminated his body, making him particularly prominent among the group of puppets.
He wanted to resist, but his body was constantly losing control, as if, as if he was being moved forward by fine lines, his body completely out of control.
As a member of the Abraham family, he clearly remembered that this terrifying Extraordinary ability originated from Sequence Five of the Seer pathway, from a Marionettist.
"But a Marionettist's spirit threads of control couldn't possibly manipulate so many marionettes at once."
In the current venue, the number of ordinary people and the number of Extraordinary people had reached a rather exaggerated level, and a small circus tent should not have been able to accommodate so many people. However, this place was completely different.
The high dome seemed to have no boundaries, the walls expanding infinitely in all directions. This place seemed to have infinite space, and more shadows hid beneath the high dome, like primordial beasts lying prone, waiting to pounce on everyone who entered.
"Sequence Four, no, no, no, Sequence Four couldn't possibly cause this kind of influence."
Although he didn't know the names of Sequence Three and Sequence Two of the Seer pathway, this influence, this phenomenon that could easily crush a Sequence Four demon, was enough to prove that this place, or the person or some terrifying Sealed Artifact controlling this place, had reached the level of a Saint or a Fallen Angel.
If such a thing erupted in Tingen, even if the Archbishop of the orthodox churches took action, it would be very troublesome.
"I should worry about myself first." Olson smiled wryly, no longer trying to resist the feeling of manipulation originating from his spirit body.
Facing a Sequence Four, as a Traveler, he might still be able to fight, but facing a Sequence Three, or even a Sequence Two person or Sealed Artifact, even if he wanted to resist, there was no possibility of turning the tables.
"Take it one step at a time." He took a deep breath, his expression firming.
Judging from the previous rounds, it wasn't necessarily a situation where death was certain.
The person or Sealed Artifact behind it clearly followed a certain logic. As long as their requirements were met...
"Olson..."
A voice suddenly sounded, startling Olson.
But he immediately realized it was Tang's voice.
"Tang, is that you?"
He said urgently, his voice a little anxious, making the smiles on the faces of the audience who were still cheering and watching him stiffen.
Olson quickly stopped speaking.
"It's me."
Tang's voice was very blurry, as if it had passed through layers of obstruction, coming from a corner of the spirit world that had not yet been completely sealed off. "Not much time. Tell me about your situation first."
"It's like this..." Olson hurriedly recounted his side of the story, from the moment he stepped into the circus to the death of a Sequence Four demon, briefly and concisely.
"You're saying they're shouting miracle?"
"Yes." Olson was puzzled, but didn't voice his question.
Seeing the other side clearly fall silent, with no more movement, he gave a wry smile. "I probably won't be able to get out, Tang. If possible, can you please tell my parents... I knew I shouldn't have..."
"Don't say such discouraging things yet."
Tang suddenly spoke, "I do have a way, if it really is what I think it is... This method has a certain danger, do you want to try it?"
Hearing this, Olson gritted his teeth and said, "Things have already come to this. Even if it's dangerous, I can only take a gamble."
"Like this..."
Olson felt a moment of daze. When he walked to the front of the stage again and saw the smiling magician waving at him, Olson clenched his teeth. Before the magician could speak to him, he quickly said, "I want to perform a magic trick!"
He suddenly realized that the spirit threads controlling him seemed to have loosened.
"Oh?!" The magician was obviously very surprised, and a smile even more exaggerated than before immediately appeared on his gentle face.
The corners of his mouth stretched to his ears. Looking closely, Olson realized that the other person's face was covered with wriggling granulation tissue, which looked even more terrifying combined with the pale makeup.
"Guest! Do you want to show us an even more interesting performance?! Good! Good! No problem! Our freak circus loves this kind of unexpected harvest the most!"
"But guest, you have to remember."
"You can't do unprepared performances and spoil the interest of the audience."
In an instant, the shouts in the entire circus stopped.
From the noisy clamor to the stillness, this process seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times. The guest and the magician cooperated with incredible familiarity.
Everyone's eyes stared at Olson with a strange light, the focus of all attention, making Olson's stiff body even more at a loss.
The magician smiled and took out a few transparent small balls from his red suit, throwing them into the sky.
With a bang, the small balls exploded, like eye-catching magic props. The few Extraordinary people here who could still move and had not been made into marionettes looked at each other in confusion.
And Olson and the magician, who were supposed to perform on stage, disappeared at the same time.
In the empty circus performance arena, the deformed monster that had disappeared before suddenly appeared, and together with a clown of equal height and width, they began to perform a bizarre and strange drama.
(End of this chapter)