Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 545

Danitz felt choked, unable to say a word. He quickly stepped aside and watched as Gehrman Sparrow lit the candles, burned some powder, and dripped some extract.

Taking in the smell that pervaded the air, he couldn’t help but raise his voice.

“Y-you’re using the wrong materials, right?”

He remembered that the Resistance didn’t use things like Full Moon Essence Oil, slumber flower, or chamomile when sacrificing to the Sea God.

It’s not like you’re praying to the Evernight Goddess!

Klein turned his head to look at him, then he returned his gaze to the altar.

“That wouldn’t be an issue.”

As a professional who often offered and received sacrifices, he was very aware that the burning of extracts, essential oils, and herbal powder mainly had two uses—one was to help the ritual’s host to better adjust his spirituality and enter the proper state; and the other was to please the corresponding deity, to please the target of the sacrificial object, and to increase the probability of a response. In this aspect, every deity had certain characteristics and preferences.

This sacrifice, on the other hand, mainly relied on Kalvetua’s abnormal state of mind. It had gone completely crazy, and it thirsted for the gray fog’s aura. Neither of the two could be missing, and everything else wasn’t important.

As long as the aforementioned two conditions were satisfied, pleasing Kalvetua or not didn’t affect the ritual. It neither increased the success rate nor would it increase the possibility of failure. It could be completely handled in a perfunctory manner.

If Kalvetua still retains its reason, and even if I were to strictly follow the requirements of its ritual, do you think it would respond to me? Klein silently lampooned and took half a step back, ready to start the most important part of the ritual.

He thought for a moment, then without turning his head, he said directly, “Stay further away.”

Me? Instead of getting angry, Danitz was overjoyed. He quickly nodded.

“Alright, okay!”

He rushed to the door of the warehouse, planning to escape the moment something went wrong.

Klein half-closed his eyes, cogitating about the countless spherical lights that overlapped each other, and he quickly entered the proper state.

He chanted softly in Elvish, “Adorer of the sea and spirit world, guardian of the Rorsted Archipelago, ruler of the undersea creatures, master of tsunamis and storms, the great Kalvetua.

“Your devoted servant prays for your attention;

“I pray for you to take this offering.

“I pray for you to open the gates to your Kingdom.”

As he said the awkward sentences one after another, the sound of wind rose within the wall of spirituality, as if it was going to overturn everything.

Klein’s clothes fluttered in the wind as he took out another small metal bottle that he had prepared beforehand. He poured about five milliliters of the remaining Thousand-faced Hunter’s blood into the air.

a material filled

winds sucked the drops of blood, howling as it drilled

sound, the candle flame burgeoned to form an illusory door. On the surface, there were symbols

sound of breathing that reverberated through the illusory door, as though

Huff. Huff. Huff…

breathing became clearer and clearer, to the point that even despite being situated at the door of the warehouse,

Bang!

illusory door suddenly opened, and something that visibly resembled a hurricane poured

sounds, Danitz felt the invisible wall of spirituality shatter. He discovered that he had been thrown into the air like a

fell outside the warehouse, his back scuffed from several

his hand instantly dimmed and was

milky-white sharp teeth, which was slightly curved and longer than a human arm, as it madly

line of sight was immediately occupied by a bloody, forked, and massive forked tongue that

in the air. The

side. His hat had fallen off, and his clothes were

had constantly been

door, finally realized that its violent blows had no effect

then collapsed into a whirlpool that emitted a terrifying suction force. It was so powerful

iron cigar case on the altar flew into the

cauldron containing some herbal ashes flew up and

with the soil, were thrown

also flew up as he found it difficult

to ignite flames and leap out of the whirlpool’s reach,

became thinner,

who had emerged from another position, once again soared into the

critical moment, he no longer hesitated. He made the black glove he wore on his left palm turn pale as it

activated Creeping Hunger, and he

heavy as he pushed forward with

wall, that wasn’t too thick, solidified in front of him, helping

feet heavily landing on the ground as he

Kacha!

ice wall lasted only a second before it was shredded to pieces by the boundless

up again. However, he was still unable to stop himself from sliding towards the

Instead, he tried condensing a fireball to throw to the side, allowing Gehrman

he could smell the stench of blood and decay. Right in front of him were milky-white fangs

quickly came up with a

out the All-Black

as the mental corruption of the True Creator! If that’s the case, I don’t believe that you, who’s already on the verge of collapse, will

let out a long howl, causing the seawater whirlpool in his throat to collapse and disintegrate into countless water droplets which

Splash!

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