Inside the enormous circus, beneath the high dome, the lights were dim, the air heavy and suffocating.
The seats below were densely packed with people, their faces blank and crazed. The moment the giant steel monster appeared, the fanatical voices reached their climax.
Waves of low rumbling sounds intertwined with the chaotic human voices, sending chills down one's spine.
On the stage, the dismembered and scattered corpses inexplicably vanished. No one noticed another fanatical figure joining the audience.
Their shouts and cries formed wave after wave of spiritual palpitations. The howling spirituality was like a maggot clinging to a bone, infecting every Extraordinary person present.
The Extraordinary individuals held their breath, lowering their heads in silence.
They sealed off their spirituality, enduring the bizarre, madness-inducing whispers emanating from the marionettes.
As the miracle occurred, as the miracle appeared, the dome, which had previously wavered, now stabilized again, becoming even stronger than before.
The mysterious power here was strengthened once more.
"And then I was thrown out." Olson finished recounting his experience, still feeling a lingering fear.
He was swallowed by darkness the moment the steel beast, formed from countless intricate parts, moved. When he opened his eyes again, he was at the entrance of the circus.
"That magician turned into a puddle of mud in the end. To be honest, I even suspected I would be directly killed. I had already prepared for death, but I didn't expect to actually get out."
He looked at Tang and said seriously, "I owe you my life, Tang."
"I was gambling too," Tang said honestly.
He wasn't clear on the situation inside and could only guess based on his understanding of a Miracle Invoker's Extraordinary abilities.
Fortunately, this was indeed a Sealed Artifact condensed from deceased Extraordinary characteristics, and not a Miracle Invoker digesting a potion or some other situation.
"'0-32 The Never-Ending Theater,' this Sealed Artifact originated from the War of the Four Emperors. According to descriptions, it should be behind the sealed door of the Church of the Lord of the Storms, but that was during the Fifth Epoch, when Zhou Mingrui descended, not the current Fourth Epoch."
Most Sealed Artifacts didn't have legs. Did someone bring this Sealed Artifact to Tingen?
Or was it really that this Sealed Artifact coincidentally could move on its own and ran to Tingen?
Tang tried to divine whether there would be danger next, but the result was failure.
With a high-sequence Seer pathway Sealed Artifact interfering in the surroundings and insufficient preconditions, it wasn't difficult to understand why his divination couldn't work.
"However, in this case, we not only have to guard against this clearly somewhat out-of-control Sealed Artifact, but also the person behind it."
Tang pondered for a moment, preparing to go in and find out.
"Tang?" Olson looked at Tang with some horror. "You can't possibly want to go in, right?"
"Why not?" Tang tried to look relaxed. "Clearly, this thing follows its own logic. It's most likely an out-of-control mystical item."
"Besides, judging from your description, making it display impossible miracles can effectively weaken the power of this mystical item. I can give it a try. At worst, I'll be thrown out like you were."
Olson: "...You have a big heart."
"Thanks for the compliment." Tang smiled and then nodded to the black-armored knight beside him. "Then I'll go in."
The black-armored knight nodded silently, but Olson suddenly said, "Wait!"
Before Tang could say anything, Olson suddenly shoved something into his hand.
It was a palm-sized book with a verdigris cover, and a line was written on it in Ancient Futhark.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Tang looked at the book in his hand somewhat speechlessly.
"This is an Extraordinary item I possess, equivalent to Sequence Six of the Apprentice pathway, Recorder."
Olson explained.
Tang thought, you don't need to explain, I know how to use this thing better than you do.
What a coincidence?
"It has already recorded the Extraordinary abilities of two Journeys," after quickly introducing the usage and negative effects of this mystical item, Olson continued, "In addition, there's also a demigod-level banishment."
This was Sequence Four of the Apprentice pathway, the Extraordinary ability of a Secret Sorcerer, which could banish the target to another space. It was a very powerful supernatural ability for expelling danger.
Two Journeys, one demigod-level banishment.
Tang nodded solemnly, accepting the other's kindness.
"I won't accompany you in. To be honest, my legs are a bit weak right now."
Tang patted the other's shoulder and then walked towards the entrance of the circus not far away.
Olson stood in place for a while, and then Owen beside him also patted his shoulder, making Olson grimace. "If you're tired, you can go to the hotel to rest first. I'll keep an eye on things here."
"Hope nothing happens," Olson rubbed his shoulder and said softly, lowering his head.
Owen remained noncommittal.
His younger brother had always been like this, sometimes...
Within the dark armor, Owen's eyes flickered, and his hand involuntarily clenched into a fist.
He needed more powerful strength.
The moment the scene of cheers, joyful sounds, and a surging crowd rushed towards him, Tang felt like his trypophobia was about to act up.
Under the vision of the spirit threads, countless spirit threads stretched towards the lofty dome like braided ropes, densely packed and overlapping, making it completely impossible to see their origin.
"System."
'Host, I'm here.'
"Use Appraisal."
'Appraising, one appraisal attempt has been automatically consumed, remaining appraisal attempts: 143.'
'Appraisal failed. Reason for failure: The appraised object cannot be a mystical creation of Sequence Two or higher. Please use each appraisal attempt carefully and increase your sequence.'
Failure was something Tang had already anticipated.
Tang watched his spirit threads involuntarily drift towards the dome and began to manipulate them, preventing them from being captured by some power above the dome.
"This scene is very similar to the scene in the ancient palace in the Hornacis Mountains. By the way, did this Miracle Invoker also like to hang people up like sausages before he died?"
Tang even had the leisure to think about this.
The internal and external space of the circus were completely unequal. Well, this was a world with mysticism after all, so such things were not uncommon.
It's just, what would happen if an Angel of the Judge pathway used a Reality Enchancement decree here?
Would everyone be squeezed into a pie by the space?
Tang shook his head and found an automatically extending, unoccupied chair and sat down.
He looked at the stage. On the stage was a woman wearing a classical robe, and she was currently being attacked by throwing knives from a clown with exaggerated face paint.
The woman was tied to a huge disc, and the blindfolded clown was constantly throwing sharp knives with a cold gleam backward.
Each of those sharp knives narrowly missed the woman's body and stuck into the disc, humming.
The woman's face was pale, seemingly quite frightened, but she was quite lucky and hadn't been hit once so far.
(End of this chapter)