Looking at the thunderclouds surrounding Zeus.
Angel hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and patted its "head".
Very soft, like some kind of fluffy bread.
But after it softened, there was a burst of dazzling electric light, and then Angel felt a tingling sensation from the palm of his hand to the back of his head, as if he had touched a nettle leaf. Every inch of the skin on his palm was screaming tingling and heating.
Angel silently retracted his hand: "..."
Laplace obviously also saw Angel's little movement, and said softly: "Thunder Eye... No, Zeus usually does not actively control the electricity on its body. Just now, it actually tried its best to shrink."
Looking at Zeus, who had obviously shrunk in size, as if a fat man was sucking his belly hard, Angel said silently: "I can see it."
Zeus, the thunder cloud, seemed to have noticed that he had "shocked" Angel, and he quickly stepped back two meters: "Zeus Zeus..."
Laplace helped translate: "It said it will be under control when you come next time."
Angel: "...I understand."
Thundercloud Zeus slowly floated over the tea table and looked at Angel with expectant eyes: "Zeus? Zeus?"
Laplace: "It asked you, can you touch it next time?"
Angel was quiet for two seconds: "...I will try."
After receiving Angel's answer, Thunder Cloud Zeus stretched out the previously contracted cloud body, returned to the "little fat man" state, and spread it flat over the tea party.
The electric light flashed in the cloud, matching the same frequency as the dancing tea table.
When everything calmed down, Angel looked at Laplace and asked about the divine blood clone.
Laplace: "The divine blood clone? She is already here."
Laplace said while looking towards the black forest.
Angel also followed her line of sight and saw "Laplace" in a black and red dress walking out of a rugged path full of weeds in the shadowy black forest.
The dark purple hair seems to blend in with the dark forest.
The black and red pupils are like bats in a dark cave, shining with an inexplicable luster.
The person who came was none other than...the divine blood clone.
In the past, the appearance of the divine blood clone was always chattering, so even though she dressed up in a gothic style and looked like a vampire girl, she never had that kind of scary feeling.
But today, she appeared quietly with a faint look in her eyes. Coupled with the dark forest and her long dark purple hair that had fallen away, she looked like a girl from hell, strange and terrifying.
In particular, the mouth of the divine blood clone at this time made her more frightening by three points.
I saw that the pale face of the divine blood clone was covered with densely packed strange runes with dark red "pigment", like a strange rune formation.
The center of the formation, or the origin of the formation, is the mouth of the divine blood clone.
The bright red lips, with bloody lines spreading outwards, formed a strange pattern on her face.
Soon, the divine blood clone reached the edge of the black forest.
Accompanying her was a rustling sound.
It was the crackling sound made by strapped leather boots when they stepped on the dead wood and leaves.
The divine blood clone walked quietly to the tea table, glared at Angel with a resentful look, and then slowly sat down on the right side of the tea table.
It happens to be opposite Angel.
Looking at the divine blood clone opposite him, Angel endured it for a while, but couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with your mouth...?"
The divine blood clone did not say a word, but turned to look at Laplace.
Laplace: "She can't speak now, so I can only express it on her behalf."
Angel: "I can see it."
The nagging temperament of the divine blood clone can keep her silent. It must be due to the influence of external factors that prevent her from speaking.
Laplace: "The blood lines extending from her mouth are the special rituals she prepared during this period."
Although the blessing given by the divine blood clone is a verbal blessing, it is also affected by the transcendent level. In other words, her blessing can take effect.
Similar to "Yan Ling".
You must practice what you say and follow the rules.
This powerful ability cannot be easily cast, and must be prepared in advance. Just like some wizards use casting materials when casting spells.
The preparation for the divine blood clone is to mix the blood ink and carve the lines of the blessing ceremony.
Angel: "So, the blood lines on her face are a blessing ceremony?"
Laplace nodded: "Yes. When she starts to describe this ritual, she can no longer speak, otherwise her spiritual power will be revealed, and the blessing will not be effective."
This is also the reason why the divine blood clone has never spoken.
It’s not that you can’t speak, but once you speak, the ritual will automatically fail.
"When the blessing ceremony is over, she will be able to speak." Lapras paused: "However, there will be new side effects at that time..."
Angel frowned slightly: "New side effects? Is it serious?"
Although the divine blood clone couldn't reply, she expressed to Angel with her eyes: It's very serious.
Angel: "If it's serious, how about... forget it?"
Originally, Angel didn't expect much from the blessing of the divine blood clone. If a blessing caused the divine blood clone to have extremely serious consequences, it would be totally worth the loss.
When the divine blood clone heard Angel's words, his eyes lit up, but he quickly lowered his eyebrows and let out a long breath in his nose, as if he was sighing helplessly.
At this time, Laplace said lightly: "There is no turning back when you draw a bow. When she drew the ritual lines on her face, she had already entered the blessing ceremony. Even if she canceled it, she would have to pay the corresponding price.
, or even bigger.”
Because the ceremony was cancelled, the previous preparations were completely meaningless, including the blended blood ink.
The blood ink prepared by the divine blood clone uses the rare blood in its own blood bank. Giving up the blessing ceremony is equivalent to wasting this rare blood.
The price paid will naturally be higher.
Laplace: "Furthermore, the side effects of releasing the blessing ceremony are actually...not that serious."
As soon as Laplace finished speaking, the divine blood clone tapped the table with his knuckles and looked at Laplace seriously.
It seemed that he wanted to correct her choice of words.
Even if she didn't speak, Angel could guess what she was thinking in her heart at this moment: "It's not serious? How could it not be serious? This is very serious!"
Laplace glanced at the blood clone, but did not talk to her. Instead, he said to Angel: "Whether it is serious or not is a subjective feeling. At least from the perspective of others, it is not too serious."
"You can understand it this way."
"A child accidentally dropped his beloved bear doll into the mire." Laplace: "Do you think this is serious?"
Angel wanted to say "it's not serious", but after thinking about it carefully, he said with a slightly measured tone: "For children, it may be more serious, but for other people, it's actually not bad."
After all, it’s just a bear doll. Compared to other more important things, such as health, life, and faith, a bear doll is simply child’s play.
What's more, the bear doll is just stained with mud, and it will be clean after washing it.
Ultimately, in Angel's opinion, it's not serious.
Laplace: "In the same way, this is the side effect of the blessing released by the divine blood clone. She personally thinks it is very serious, but in fact, in the eyes of outsiders, it is just ordinary."
Although he didn't know what the specific side effects were, Angel roughly understood the so-called "severity".
The divine blood clone, on the other hand, turned his head away rather unhappily.
Angel didn't know what to say at this time. It didn't seem appropriate whether to accept Laplace's words or not. After all, he was the one receiving the blessing, not a bystander.
Angel thought for a while and decided to do the same as the divine blood clone, not to speak or express his position.
Laplace didn't say anything either, and a rare silence fell on the tea table.
The quiet atmosphere lasted for half a minute before someone broke the silence.
"If you don't want to perform the blessing ceremony, then you might as well listen to the information I got. Well... the information on the blood disaster."
The speaker was sitting next to Angel.
But not Laplace.
To be continued...