Lord of the Mysteries

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.

material filled

it drilled into

candle flame burgeoned to form an illusory door. On the surface, there were symbols and magic labels. From the inside, the

signs of movement vanished. There was only the sound of breathing that reverberated through the illusory door, as though there was something hiding behind

Huff. Huff. Huff…

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

Bang!

illusory door suddenly opened, and something that visibly

discovered that he had been thrown into the air like a small boat in a storm. He slammed into the door, producing a

outside the warehouse, his back

instantly dimmed and was quickly extinguished in the hurricane, like a candle that was

mouth appear behind the illusory door. It revealed milky-white sharp teeth, which was slightly curved and longer than a human arm, as it madly smashed against the illusory door in a bid to enter the real world. Its beast-like howls first echoed inside the warehouse, causing Danitz to bleed from

as a result of the hurricane, and his line of sight was immediately

The forked tongue pierced through

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

He had constantly been on high alert, and he didn’t let down his guard as he used Paper Figurine Substitutes just in

Kalvetua, who was situated behind the unperturbed, illusory door, finally realized that its violent blows had no effect and

deep breath and caused the blue seawater to gush in from all directions. The water then collapsed into a

the altar flew into

tiny cauldron containing some herbal ashes flew

objects within the warehouse, along with the soil, were

up as he found it difficult to resist being thrown

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

thinner, turning

another position, once again soared

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

and he directly used

as he pushed forward with

thick, solidified in front of him, helping him

advantage of this, Klein landed, his feet heavily landing on the ground as he sank deep into the

Kacha!

by the boundless suction

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

by the suction force of the whirlpool. Instead, he tried condensing a fireball to throw to the side, allowing Gehrman Sparrow to jump out

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

thoughts raced, and he quickly came

it was to throw out the All-Black Eye that originated from

supplementary ingredients, as well as the mental corruption of the True Creator! If that’s the case, I don’t believe that

its patience, but at this moment, Kalvetua suddenly raised its head and let out a long howl, causing the

Splash!