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 with

drops of blood, howling as it drilled into

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

breathing that reverberated through the illusory door, as though there was something hiding behind it; something massive that was suppressing its hunger

Huff. Huff. Huff…

clearer and clearer, to the point that even despite being situated at the

Bang!

something that visibly resembled a

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

fell outside the warehouse, his back scuffed from several

hand instantly dimmed and was quickly extinguished in

appear behind the illusory door. It revealed milky-white sharp teeth, which was slightly curved and longer than a human arm,

and his line of sight was immediately occupied

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

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

danger. He had constantly been on high alert, and he

situated behind the unperturbed, illusory door,

gush in from all directions. The water then collapsed into a whirlpool that emitted a terrifying suction force. It was so powerful that it could swallow a cargo

iron cigar case on the altar flew into the

tiny cauldron containing some herbal ashes flew up

along with the soil, were thrown

flew up as he found it difficult to resist being thrown into

ignite flames and leap out of the whirlpool’s reach, but the suction force and the

became thinner, turning into a

figurine fell into the whirlpool, Klein, who had emerged from another position, once again soared into the air, unable

made the black glove he wore on his left palm turn pale as

he directly used Steel Maveti’s

suddenly grew heavy as he pushed

solidified in front of him, helping him temporarily

landing on the ground as he sank deep

Kacha!

shredded to pieces by the boundless suction force, and the remnants flew

on the 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

whirlpool. Instead, he tried condensing a fireball to throw to the side, allowing Gehrman Sparrow to jump out of his predicament and escape. Unfortunately, the flames were extinguished again

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

and he quickly came

out the All-Black Eye that originated

without any supplementary ingredients, as well 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 be able to hold on! Klein gritted his teeth

malicious intent, or perhaps it had lost its patience, but at this moment, Kalvetua suddenly raised its head and let out a long howl, causing the seawater whirlpool in his throat to collapse and disintegrate into

Splash!