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

blood, howling as it drilled into the candle flame

door. On the surface, there were symbols and magic labels. From the inside, the faint sound of crashing sea

of movement vanished. There was only the sound of breathing that reverberated through the illusory door,

Huff. Huff. Huff…

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

Bang!

something that visibly

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

his back scuffed

scarlet fireball that he had instinctively condensed in his hand instantly dimmed and was quickly extinguished in the

saw what looked to be a bloody, gaping mouth appear behind the illusory door. It revealed milky-white sharp teeth, which was slightly curved and longer than a human arm,

sky as a result of the hurricane, and his line of sight was immediately occupied by a bloody, forked, and

as it stiffened in the air. The forked tongue pierced through his body as it

figure appeared on the other side. His hat had fallen off, and his clothes were messy. He looked rather

that a situation would occur, and he knew that there was going to be danger. He had constantly been on high alert, and he didn’t let down his guard as he used

moment, Kalvetua, who was situated behind the unperturbed, illusory door, finally realized that its violent blows had

in from all directions. The water then collapsed into

iron cigar case on the altar flew

cauldron containing some herbal ashes flew

with

up as he found it difficult to resist being

snap his fingers to ignite flames and leap out of the whirlpool’s reach, but the suction force and the hurricane spoiled

thinner,

who had emerged from another position, once again

glove he wore on his left palm turn pale as it was tinged with a slightly dark

activated Creeping Hunger, and he

heavy as he pushed

front of him, helping him

heavily landing on

Kacha!

a second before it was shredded to pieces by the boundless suction

strength of a Zombie, Klein used both of his feet to hold himself in place and no longer flew up again. However, he was still unable to stop himself from sliding towards the illusory door where Kalvetua’s gaping mouth was. He drew two deep ravines on the ground

he tried condensing a fireball to throw to the side, allowing Gehrman Sparrow to jump out of his predicament and

stench of blood and decay. Right in front of him were milky-white

quickly

solution was simple, it was to throw out the All-Black Eye that originated

Beyonder potion without any supplementary ingredients, as well as the mental corruption

suddenly raised its head and let out a long howl, causing the seawater whirlpool

Splash!

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