Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 14 They cried out for miracles...

"System, can you detect what happened in that direction?"

'There are unknown factors affecting this.'

High-level interference, has Olson encountered a level zero seal?

"It can interfere with the system and hinder the detection of spiritual beings. This is not an ordinary zero-level seal. What secret organization has taken action? Or is it a high-level seal that has gone out of control, or... a promotion ritual?"

After the Four Emperors' War, the manpower of the major churches was reduced, but that was even more so for those secret organizations.

Doing this kind of thing in a place where the three major churches are obviously watching, they seem to be very confident in their own concealment?
For some reason, Tang remembered the demon at the beginning.

Blood Cult...

Tang stood up and walked towards the castle, opening the system interface at the same time.

"System, locate the spiritual world coordinates in that direction."

'OK. '

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Beneath the huge dome are countless thin lines that cannot be easily detected.

The source of those thin lines comes from the infinitely high sky and connects to every audience member. However, the thin lines extending from the audience members are constantly converging in one direction.

The audience's cheers continued, as if it was a never-ending drama. Everyone had the same smile and enthusiasm on their faces. If you stared at them for too long, your hair would stand on end, as if you were looking at puppets that had lost their lives and were left with only rotting and stinking shells.

They shouted for miracles, but they repeated their actions endlessly like machines.

They seemed alive, but they were already dead.

They seemed dead, yet alive.

Olsson walked towards the stage with a stiff body. A spotlight came from somewhere and illuminated his body, making him stand out among the group of puppets.

He wanted to resist, but his body was losing control, as if it was being manipulated forward by thin strings, and his body was completely out of control.

As a member of Abraham, he clearly remembered that this terrifying extraordinary ability originated from Sequence Five of the Diviner's Path, from a Puppet Master.

"But the Puppet Master's spirit thread manipulation is not able to control so many puppets at once."

In the current venue, the number of both ordinary people and extraordinary people has reached a rather exaggerated level. Originally, a small circus tent should not be able to accommodate so many people, but this place is completely different.

The high dome seemed to have no boundaries, and the barriers extended infinitely to the surroundings. This place seemed to have infinite space, and more shadows were hidden under the high dome, like crawling primitive beasts, waiting for an opportunity to spy on everyone who walked in.

"Sequence Four, no, no, no, Sequence Four can no longer cause this kind of impact."

Although he didn't know what the Sequence Three and Sequence Two of the Diviner's Path were called, this kind of influence, the ability to easily crush a Sequence Four demon, was enough to prove that this place, or the person who controlled this place, or some terrifying seal, had reached the level of a saint or an earthly angel.

If something like this breaks out in Tingen, it will be very troublesome even if the Archbishop of the Orthodox Church takes action.

"I'd better worry about myself." Olson smiled bitterly and no longer wanted to fight against the feeling of control coming from the spirit.

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 a Sealed Artifact, even if he wanted to resist, there would be no possibility of a comeback.

"Let's take it one step at a time." He took a deep breath and his expression became firm.

Judging from the situation in the previous rounds, it is not a situation where death is inevitable.

The person behind the scenes, or the sealed object, clearly follows a certain logic. As long as their demands are met...

"Olsson..." A voice suddenly sounded, scaring Olsson.

He suddenly realized that it was Tang's voice.

"Tang, is that you?"

He spoke eagerly, his voice a little anxious, causing the smiles on the faces of the audience who were still cheering and watching him to stiffen.

Olson quickly stopped talking.

"it's me."

Tang's voice was vague, as if it had penetrated through layers of barriers and came from a corner of the spiritual world that had not yet been completely sealed off. "Time is running out. Tell me about the situation over there first."

"It's like this..." Ojesong hurriedly recounted his side of the story, from the moment he stepped into the circus to the death of a Sequence 4 demon, in a brief and concise manner.

"You mean, they're shouting for miracles?"

"Yes." Olson was puzzled but did not ask his question.

Seeing the silence on the other side, he gave a bitter laugh and said, "I probably can't get out. Tang, if possible, please tell my parents for me... If I had known, I shouldn't have..."

"Don't say anything discouraging for now."

Tang suddenly spoke up, "I do have a way. If it's really what I think... this method is somewhat dangerous. Do you want to try it?"

Hearing this, Olsson gritted his teeth and said, "It's already like this. Even if there's danger, we have no choice but to give it a try."

"so……"

Olsson was in a trance after listening to it. Then he walked to the front of the stage and saw the magician with a bright smile waving at him. Olsson gritted his teeth and said quickly before the magician could speak to him, "I'm going to perform a magic show!"

He suddenly discovered that the thread controlling his spirit seemed to be loose.

"Oh?!" The magician was obviously surprised, and a smile even more exaggerated than before suddenly appeared on his gentle face.

The corners of his mouth stretched to his ears. Looking closely, Olsson discovered that his face was covered with wriggling flesh buds, which made him look even more terrifying with his pale makeup.

"Guest! Do you have something more interesting to show us?! Okay! Okay! No problem! It's these unexpected surprises that we at the Freak Circus love most!"

"But guest, you have to remember this."

"We can't do some unprepared performances and ruin the audience's fun."

In an instant, the shouting in the entire circus stopped.

From the bustle to the stagnation, the whole process seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times, and the guests and the magician cooperated very well.

Everyone stared at Olsson dimly, and being the center of attention made Olsson's stiff body even more helpless.

The magician smiled, took out a few transparent balls from his red suit and threw them into the sky.

With a loud bang, the small ball exploded, like an attractive magic prop. The few extraordinary people here who were still able to move and had not been made into secret puppets looked at each other in bewilderment.

Olsson and the magician, who were supposed to perform on stage, disappeared at the same time.

In the empty circus arena, the deformed monster that had disappeared before suddenly appeared, and together with the clown whose length and width were equal, began to perform a weird and strange drama.

(End of this chapter)