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.

was a material filled

strong winds sucked the drops of blood, howling as it drilled into the

illusory door. On the surface, there were symbols and magic labels. From the inside, the

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

Huff. Huff. Huff…

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

Bang!

opened, and something that visibly

shatter. He discovered that he had been thrown into the air like

his back scuffed

condensed in his hand instantly dimmed and was quickly extinguished in the hurricane, like a candle that was about to burn

gaping 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

his line of sight was immediately occupied by a bloody, forked, and massive forked tongue that burst forth with sparking

The forked tongue pierced through his body as

hat had fallen off, and his clothes were messy. He looked rather

that there was going to be danger. He had constantly been

this moment, Kalvetua, who was situated behind the unperturbed, illusory door, finally realized that

directions. The water then collapsed into a whirlpool that emitted a terrifying suction

cigar case on the

herbal ashes flew

objects within the warehouse, along with the soil, were thrown into the

as he found it difficult

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

figure suddenly became thinner,

emerged from another position, once again soared into the

made the black glove he wore on his left

Creeping Hunger, and he directly used Steel Maveti’s

he pushed

front of him, helping him temporarily isolate Sea God’s

heavily landing on the ground as he sank

Kacha!

was shredded to pieces by

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

of the whirlpool. Instead, he tried condensing a fireball to throw to the

he could smell the stench of blood and decay. Right in front of

thoughts raced, and he quickly

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

the mental corruption of the True Creator! If that’s the

raised its head and let out a long howl, causing the seawater whirlpool in his throat to collapse

Splash!

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