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Chapter 182 The Collective Corruption of the Mystics
Circe, one of the most famous witches of ancient Greece, also has another name in Roman mythology.

“Cersei…Aunt?” You Xiaoniao was obviously also a little sensitive to the famous mythological name. She had no idea that Xue Luding’s elders would give such a strange mythological name, but after a quick confirmation, she found that the person in front of her was indeed her boyfriend’s legal guardian.

The photo on his personal bookshelf couldn't be faked. It showed Xue Daolu with a cold expression, posing with a woman ruffling his hair. In the photo, she looked just like the woman outside, wearing a custom-made suit but insisting on keeping the hand-embroidered Greek laurel branches on the cuffs.

The Xue Dinglu in the photo was only about ten years old at the time.

The strange thing is that, more than ten years have passed, and the aunt's appearance seems to have not changed at all.

However, the moment she opened the door, a hand gripped her chin tightly, and as she prepared to resist, she heard, "Don't move, I mean you no harm."

You Xiaoniao was stunned for a moment. She immediately stopped moving and followed her aunt's lead to take a closer look. Then she heard her aunt say, "He's very ordinary. How did you manage to satisfy that brat who has never looked at anyone properly since he was a child? I don't understand."

Auntie threw her suitcase onto Xue Luding's computer chair as if she were in her own home. She saw the petri dishes in the constant temperature cabinet, and what made her pupils shrink the most was the aura of "cursed blood" in one of the petri dishes!

No, she wasn't mistaken; it smelled like cursed blood! And it wasn't residual cursed blood left over from three thousand years ago, but rather cursed blood that had only been used recently!

Auntie didn't know what expression to make. She frantically savored the taste of the cursed blood, and the strange yet familiar virus...

However, her millennia of self-cultivation kept her calm. She didn't laugh out loud, but put her hand in her pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. However, her hand kept shaking when she lit the cigarette, as if she had Parkinson's disease.

“Aunt, you…” You Xiaoniao looked at her aunt’s strange behavior. She was about to say that smoking was not allowed in the lab, since some bacteria might just die on the spot if they didn’t like it.

"Sorry, I don't smoke..." Aunt threw the cigarette she had just put in her mouth into the trash can, but at this moment, she seemed to be trying her best to suppress the upward curve of her lips.

"It seems I need to tell you my family story." The aunt looked at her "niece-in-law" with a forced smile, while blood flowed in her hand as if it were a living thing she could control at any moment.

This unscientific scene stunned You Xiaoniao, who stared intently at the fluid blood on her hand.

“I’ve been dealing with the remnants of the Age of Gods and those who try to revive it. This is my destiny with Xiao Xue, and also the connection between us.” She smiled, the blood on her hands seeming alive.

"My Noble Phantasm is called 'False Cursed Blood,' a weakened version of the cursed blood I collected, and its origin dates back more than 3200 years..." She seemed to have no intention of hiding it any longer, and instead looked at the girl in front of her, slowly recounting a history from more than three thousand years ago...

……

“I feel great now, Your Excellency.” The old mystic Austin stretched his body.

For this mystic, his current physical condition was far better than he had imagined. For the first time, he felt a surge of energy through his body, as if he could kill a bull with his bare hands.

If he had possessed the power of Phowa before, he wouldn't have become a mystic; he would have become a physicist long ago. He could have cast a Holy Light spell with his left hand and swung his iron fist with his right hand to deliver a set of Barton elbow strikes.

Xue Dinglu didn't waste any words. He immediately began to make arrangements for the two of them, which had been agreed upon before they transmigrated.

"It's 2027 now, more than a year since your death. Quickly contact the old mystics and get the intelligence and information from this period. Share this information with me in my consciousness space," Xue Dinglu said directly.

The old mystic, who possesses a physical manifestation of fantasy, is able to act independently of Xue's laws. Xue's laws are not even afraid that something will happen to him. Even if he dies, only the physical manifestation of fantasy will disappear, and the old mystic's spirit will still appear in the consciousness space.

I've done some simple experiments, and Xue's law won't mislead you in this regard.

"No problem, sir. Where will you be investigating?" he asked casually. The two of them were now planning to go out together and search for clues separately.

“The FBI, CIA, and the Secret Service.” Xue Dinglu made no attempt to hide his target. He looked towards Boston in the distance and said, “This is where we can get intelligence the fastest. Of course, information about the occultists’ inner workings will still be left to you.”

"Understood, mission accomplished!" The old mystic smiled as he arrived at the familiar world and Salem town, which had been completely reduced to ruins. The streets were deathly quiet, and there was no trace of the ancient plant, Zijera, to be seen.

But it doesn't matter, he can quickly reconnect with his old friends through occult means.

After discovering that his article had drawn a warning from the FBI, Xue immediately sought out the source of the intelligence. For him, peeking at the intelligence of those special agents was as easy as entering his own backyard, and thanks to the intervention of the mystic Austin, he had an even simpler method.

"Hypnosis," a technique whose name may sound a bit unconventional, but whose effect is to completely put ordinary people to sleep.

If a Japanese high school student were to acquire this technique, the only use they could think of would be to initiate certain 18+ scenes through hypnosis.

Just like how stopping time for several hours is only used by some people for things like doing groin, while a vampire stopping time for five seconds thinks about ruling the world.

In Xue Luding's hands, the hypnosis technique he chose was... "Sleep!" In the next instant, the entire hidden Special Operations Bureau branch fell into a state of infant-like sleep, as if time had stood still.

Xue Dinglu swaggered into the Secret Service, when suddenly the AI ​​seemed to detect him as an unknown person and issued an alarm.

"Sleep!" The AI ​​was taken aback, then went into a shutdown state.

Hypnosis in the fairy tale world can even hypnotize artificial intelligence and electronic devices! Just like in the fairy tale world, the Smurfs can fall asleep. This is why Xue's Law wants to get some magic from old Watson. They can always come up with some new tricks for themselves.

……

Meanwhile, the old mystic immediately found his old friend through their internal communication channels.

That was a special ritual performed by mystics; by changing just one of the nodes, he could naturally find those old friends he had contacted before.

Now, he even felt like he was returning home in glory. After all, he was completely different from his old friends who played magic tricks. He had learned the Holy Light spell and had further applied it in the hands of "that person".

Holy Light Cutting, and derivatives of the Specium Ray.

He is now confident that he can call himself a "magician" instead of the mystic he was before.

But he never forgot the knowledge and rituals of the occult. Before becoming a magician, he thought that if he learned magic, even a dog wouldn't bother with the occult.

But after truly becoming a mage, he became more open-minded. As long as he could achieve his goal, what difference did it make whether it was mysticism or magic? Just like that person's magical skill had reached the level of creating things out of thin air, but he still didn't despise the power of mysticism.

Soon, a mystic arrived at the place where he was transmitting the signal.

Even among occult families, Itzhak Hohenheim was one of the most renowned occultists. His family possessed two versatile occult rituals: "sacrifice" and "living corpse walkers," making them a truly prestigious clan.

In short, for such a person, participating in the Salem ritual of these wild mystics is already an honor. For him, as long as he returns to the Age of Gods, he can immediately complete the reincarnation and breakthrough just like the magicians of the Age of Gods.

Unlike Austen himself, most of his occult rituals required impromptu arrangements at specific times, and his exclusive rituals also required extremely demanding conditions.

But it doesn't matter, I'm a magician now.

"Austin, you actually didn't die in that Salem incident?" The important figure, Hohenheim, carrying a large bundle, said with a sinister air.

“I’m truly sorry, Lord Hohenheim. I was saved by ‘that person’ and even given a new life. Now I want to know what exactly happened in the entire occult community after the Salem incident. Is there any information you can share? I will offer you a spell that you cannot refuse as payment.” Austin spoke to this former great figure with the same gentlemanly manner.

“Hmph, ‘that person’? Little Austin, perhaps you’re the one who’s like a frog in a well, unaware of how vast the world is. The era of mysticism is long gone.” Hohenheim chuckled, a laugh that made Austin very uncomfortable.

"The age of mysticism is over?" Austin pondered the question repeatedly, his brow furrowed. He immediately realized something, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He asked, "What is Brinton's relationship with you?"

Brington, the mastermind behind the Salem incident, who ultimately rejuvenated and killed his own conspirator, will never forget this man.

"Heh, how dare you address the master by his name..." Hohenheim chuckled sinisterly. The next moment, countless twisted branches appeared on his body. He stood tall and elegant, and even though his body was covered by the mutated vegetation, he still exuded a calm and composed aura. However, the mycelium emerging from his pupils twisted into branches, as if triggering an uncanny valley, causing Austin to immediately retreat.

“You…” Austin could hardly believe his eyes. This senior had actually transplanted Zigela into him.

“So you know absolutely nothing, mysticism? What a load of rubbish!” Hohenheim then opened his large bundle, revealing two sleeping infants inside. “Let me show you the ‘magic’ of the new era, you traitor to your parents.”

"The Reincarnation of the Evil Spirit - Wendigo!"

The baby was twisted, gradually wrapped in the branches of the Zijera, and then turned into a twisted American monster.

Such a shocking scene unfolded before Austin's eyes, and he couldn't believe that the old mystic could do something so cruel.

“What on earth happened between you? And what do you value life for?” Austin roared.

And, has your entire occult circle sided with Brinton?! Are you willing to transform yourselves into this inhuman, ghostly form for power?

The holy light in his hand seemed to roar, and he sensed that the evil opposite him was worth fighting.

　I've decided to push the pace forward this weekend, working 9K three times a day on Saturday and Sunday.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)