Chapter 155 Sacrifice Ceremony! Codename - Madam!

Ryan is panicking now.

He was born in a barbarian clan in the northern glaciers, but unlike his compatriots who have brains in their muscles and worship war and fighting, Ryan is actually a peace-loving northern barbarian. This may have something to do with his mother, because his mother is a battlefield doctor, and he has shown extraordinary talent in bandaging and first aid since he was a child.

According to his original career plan, he wanted to go to the Dre area and try to be promoted to become a respected druid.

But unfortunately, the elder druid told him that he did not have a very good talent in perception, and even if he was forced to advance, he would not achieve much. The elder druid also told him implicitly that since he could lift hundreds of pounds with one hand, why not consider advancing to become a traditional barbarian in the north.

Ryan refused without hesitation.

He wanted to be a decent man, not an illiterate, rude and aggressive northern barbarian.

The Bizarre Kingdom does not have a standard method for checking basic attributes, and the forest elders in the Deler area can only get approximate perception attributes through some rituals and tests. The lowest threshold is to pass the wilderness trial, which means a minimum perception of 12 points. One can vaguely feel the existence of spirits. The better the performance in this process, the higher the score. Generally, people with a perception of 15 points or above will be selected by the forest elders.

There is no doubt that Ryan was eliminated.

So he took his remaining savings and went to the Tower of Wisdom in Mithor, a land that worships "wisdom and knowledge". But just after signing up for the wizard test, Ryan was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't answer any of the questions given to him by the gray-robed sages.

The knowledge is not up to standard, the intelligence is not up to standard.

The gray-robed sages tactfully told him that he should become a fighter instead of wasting his time here.

But Ryan was unwilling to give up, he wanted to become a spellcaster.

With his last hope, he spent a lot of money to find a fortune teller in the Tower of Wisdom, looking for the possibility of being promoted to a spellcaster. Finally, the fortune teller told him that his charm was not bad, and maybe he could try to be promoted to a warlock.

But he is a little old, and self-awakening is impossible for him, so he can only find a way by integrating extraordinary relics.

Ryan used his last savings to buy an advanced extraordinary relic from the black market, but the cheating black marketeer did not tell him that it was a relic from the spirit world. After many twists and turns, Ryan finally became the caster he had always dreamed of, but he also drifted to the ghost land of the spirit world and became the apprentice of the soul mage Larius.

Technically, he was captured because a shapeshifter deceived him and sold him into the ghostland as a slave.

The land of ghosts.

This is considered a big city in the spiritual world. Although there are not many living people, there are quite a few dead people. The combination of the living people, the dead people, the corpses, and the ghosts makes it one of the largest metropolises.

Ryan hurried back from the market. He had just gone out to buy spell materials. He heard that someone had dug out a contract scroll from an ancient ruin, which could summon an ancient being that had been buried by history. But when he went there, he found out that it was a lie. Those evil demons and treacherous merchants used a bunch of tattered antiques to fool others.

"sorry!"

Because he was walking too fast, Ryan bumped into someone head-on and passed right through the other person's body.

A ghost.

He was directly knocked apart by Ryan into a cloud of smoke, which then condensed again one meter away. The other party straightened his clothes and frowned, saying, "Young man, don't walk so hastily."

——Ghost Scholar [Ghost] [Bound Spirit].

The extraordinary beings in the spiritual world have no physical existence and belong to the template of virtual creatures. According to the Eastern adjective, they are a kind of ghost cultivators in the spiritual world.

Ryan quickly bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry! Maester Grell."

The status of ghost scholars here is extremely special. Although they cannot leave the ghost land too far, they possess very powerful power in this land. These ghost scholars are old ghosts who have been dead for hundreds of years. If you anger them, you will suffer from a serious illness at the very least, and at worst, you will die.

"Why did the teacher come back so soon?"

"Doesn't it usually take a week to complete the 'Soul Hunting' ritual?"

Ryan straightened his clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles of his robe, and sprayed a little bit of aromatherapy to cover up the sweet scent of the succubus. Young people are always more impulsive, and as a northern barbarian, he is in good physical condition, so he couldn't help but go to the "Nightmare" hotel last night.

In a spacious study, Larius frowned, looked at the apprentice in front of him with dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice: "Are you out fooling around again?"

Ryan lowered his head and said honestly, "No, teacher."

"Why are you back so soon?"

Larius snorted in dissatisfaction. As a soul mage, he could see the dim spiritual flame on the apprentice. He didn't need to look to know that the banshee had sucked away his essence. There were many incorporeal banshees in the ghost land, they were basically the same as female ghosts, you didn't have to pay them to find them, just let them suck some of your essence, and they would do their best to serve you.

The northern barbarians are rude, passionate, bold, and open-minded. Because they like to have sex and have wild affairs, Ryan has inherited some of their traditions.

Strictly speaking, he is not really suitable to be a spellcaster because he does not have the patience to study well.

After being promoted to a spellcaster, he found that he was more suited to combat. Compared to boring research and study, he would rather pick up a knife and chop people.

But there was no turning back.

Ryan is just an apprentice doing odd jobs here, but he also has other uses.

For Larius, he saw at a glance that Ryan had a trace of the bloodline of the ancient guardian family, and it should be a branch of the family. Such a person could be used as a very important living sacrifice at a critical moment, so he patiently took him in, maybe he could be of use someday.

It is safer to carry the offerings with you.

Larius said with a serious expression: "During this trip, I found an ancient secret scroll that records a ritual that can exchange knowledge and power."

"It just so happens that you have been stuck at the bottleneck of promotion for a long time, and I am ready to help you."

Hearing what the teacher said, Ryan panicked instantly.

He opened his mouth to refuse, but when he looked up and saw the coldness in the teacher's eyes, his scalp tingled instantly, and he nodded with difficulty: "Thank you, teacher."

Soul mages are all evil.

He had no doubt that those who disobeyed his teacher would have their souls extracted and imprisoned in the crystal.

Hearing his words, Larius smiled kindly and nodded, "Very good. I have prepared all the materials for the ceremony for you."

"Just take a look and you can start."

"It's a very simple sacrificial ceremony."

Ryan walked to the arranged ceremony tremblingly, stretched out his hand to take the secret scroll and took a look at it. He was not proficient in reading magic. This spell depends on intelligence and talent. The efficiency of a warlock in reading magic is far lower than that of a wizard. If he has the ability of "encyclopedia and strong memory", he may be able to reach half the efficiency of a wizard.

"This contract is a bit weird!..." Ryan saw the problem at a glance, because some of the runes seemed to be purgatory words.

E...Emon...?! ...

Ryan's hand trembled when he read the honorific name called out in the sacrificial ceremony. How could the Ghost Land have never heard of the honorific name of the Lord of the Abyss? The teacher even lied to him and said that it was an ancient secret scroll he had found. But at this time he was in a difficult situation because Larius had already impatiently activated the sacrificial ceremony.

A cluster of eerie blue flames ignited in the center of the ceremony.

Ryan gritted his teeth and recited the ancient honorific name, calling upon the being to whom the sacrifice was directed through some law of the spiritual world.

"The king who controls the three paths of purgatory! ..."

"The prince of demons... the lord of evil... the grand duke of the devil..."

"Emon the Deceiver!..."

As the flickering blue flames rose, the space above the sacrifice ceremony seemed to be torn apart, and a gray mist enveloped the entire room, causing Larius to show a trace of fear. This was an orthodox sacrifice ceremony, that is, a sacrifice recognized by the "superiors". Beings with this ability were basically demigods. Strands of strange black hair flew out from the torn space.

"A witch's long hair?!" The soul mage's figure trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but take a step back. The strength of this messenger from the spirit world was far beyond his. If he went crazy, he wouldn't even have a chance to run away.

A pale shadow gradually condensed.

Lavinia's residual soul did not have a complete body, even her head was incomplete. The upper part of the skull was directly missing. From the overhead angle, one could even see the brain tissue of the pale ghost. The strange long black hair grew out of her brain.

The ghost floating in the air seemed to have no arms, only slightly swaying sleeves. She stared at Ryan, who had a dull expression in front of her, with her empty eyes, and strands of black hair entangled him. Along with the silver aura of astral cocoon emerging, the other party's consciousness instantly left the body.

His consciousness was dragged into the mental space of a certain being.

"Still alive..."

Larius approached cautiously, and after Lavinia's residual soul dissipated, he reached out and touched the apprentice's body. Although his expression was dull and motionless, he was still alive and breathing, and there were no injuries on his body. His soul and vitality had not been sucked away.

"Have we entered the other party's kingdom of God?" Larius looked a little excited.

Demigods have the ability to create a kingdom of God.

It is a unique plane of space. Some of them are material kingdoms of God, and some are spiritual kingdoms of God. The characteristics of the kingdoms of God opened up by each demigod are different due to their different preferences.

at the same time.

In a dungeon somewhere in Twilight Town, a fat and sturdy bald man is taming the female slaves in front of him. All these smuggled women will go through the Twilight Town. Those who are more obedient and good-looking will be selected by the powerful as female slaves to live a barely human life, while those who are not so obedient will be sold to brothels in various places, and when they are used up and can no longer be cured, they will be thrown directly into mass graves to die.

However, ever since a fire burned down an entire street of brothels a few years ago, the entire red-light district of Dusk Town has suffered a severe blow, and even the number of merchants passing by has decreased a lot.

It is said that hundreds of people died that night, and the spreading fire was so severe that even the extraordinary people could not put out the fire.

Legend has it that it is the flame from purgatory!
As for those female slaves who are really impossible to tame, they will most likely die soon, and while their bodies are still fresh, they can be exchanged for wealth through other channels.

From a modern perspective, many people in Dusk Town could be sentenced to death.

Because a huge interest chain has long been formed here, those escaped slaves will be quickly caught back. They are not only cruel to outsiders, but also to their own people. Because not long ago, a bankrupt cloth merchant’s wife and daughter were sold as slaves. It is said that his wife is still very charming and is very popular in secret gatherings of the powerful.

A naked female slave was shackled and imprisoned on a wooden board. Her body was covered with filthy scars and traces of blood were oozing from her back where she had just been whipped.

She was almost dying, but still refused to surrender.

The bald executioner picked up the wine jug, took a sip, and then sprayed it directly on her wound. Immediately, a shrill scream was heard in the dungeon.

This was the price she paid for offending her superiors.

"What does it say above?" He turned around and glanced at the person behind him and asked.

A hunchbacked old butler had a rather wretched look on his face, his eyes lingering on the woman's body. If she had not been of special use, she would have been thrown into the cellar and tortured. He lowered his head and said, "Someone has offered a high price to buy the corpse of a hateful woman who can be transformed into a banshee."

"Her will is so strong that she may be able to survive the blasphemous ritual of transformation."

The bald man's eyes showed a hint of cruelty, and he nodded and said, "I understand. Do you want to soak it in preservatives?"

The hunchbacked old man shook his head and said, "No need."

Wisps of gray mist emerged.

While the two were talking, suddenly a thin figure appeared behind them strangely.

He was a young and handsome man, with a slender and upright figure, wearing a well-fitting grey suit. He looked at the people in front of him, clapped his hands and smiled, "These two are the ones."

“Don’t eat the wrong thing!”

The words fell.

In the gray mist, countless flying strange long hair extended out in an instant, and Lavinia's residual soul emerged in the gray mist of the spiritual world. Countless hair directly pierced the bodies of the two people in front of them. They didn't even have time to scream. The strange black hair had pierced their skin, eyeballs, and internal organs. The surging hair poured into their bodies from their mouths and noses like seaweed, and the throat and trachea expanded instantly. The next second, the vitality of the two people was rapidly lost. In just a breath of time, they were sucked into two horrifying mummies.

But this is just the beginning!
After Lavinia's residual soul sucked their bodies dry, its enchanting long hair dragged their souls out. The two curled up souls were pierced by the long hair, and it seemed that the liquid soul power was sucked away completely, and in the end, only an empty "soul shell" was left.

——Soul Shell?!

That almost transparent soul shell is like an invisible servant, without consciousness, without self, just an empty shell.

Lavinia's remaining soul is still extremely hungry.

Countless strange black hairs were flying in the air, and the spreading gray mist touched the woman trapped in the shackles.

"enough!"

Sean snorted coldly, and a rune appeared on his palm. The next second, Lavinia's residual soul let out a painful groan, and she retracted her flying hair, and dissipated in the real world bit by bit.

After the contract is reached.

The cause and effect of the souls she ate were all Xiao En's, so she was able to enter the real world from the spiritual world.

The souls and flesh of the two men did not satisfy her. Lavinia's hunger would bite back at her master when she could no longer bear it.

Lavinia is very greedy!
Sean walked slowly to the gallows and looked calmly at the naked woman. There were few intact skin patches on her body, but one could vaguely see her once beautiful face. She should be around twenty years old. Judging from her facial features, she was not from Dorne but might be a Highlander from Mithor or Miller.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, and she murmured: "Who are you..."

Xiao En waved his hand lightly, and the heavy shackles opened instantly. With a simple knock, he said lightly: "Emon."

"Do you still want to live?"

The woman nodded with difficulty, she was so weak that she could hardly speak.

She has good talent, but it is difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to be promoted to a transcendent person. Such a talented person was finally used to make the corpse of the transformed banshee. There was a hint of murderous intent in Xiao En's eyes. Some people in the real world really need to face the devil.

Xiao En gently raised his fingers, and a slightly trembling mass of flesh and blood appeared in front of the woman. He said calmly, "Eat it."

The woman seemed to know what it was, and her eyes were filled with a strong desire to survive, as well as a hint of hope and hatred.

She held the disgusting and smelly aggregate of flesh and blood in both hands, chewing it with big mouthfuls of her last bit of strength, her face covered in blood and filth. This was the most primitive way of fusing extraordinary relics.

A secret contract appeared on Xiao En's palm, and he said calmly, "From now on."

"Just call me Madam."

The position of "Matron" of the Grey Whispering Priory is still vacant. The previous Matron has died in Dorne, but this woman has a fierceness in her. Perhaps she can inherit this position.

As he spoke, Sean's brows suddenly furrowed. He somehow sensed that someone had called out the real name of 'Eamon' through a sacrificial ceremony.

The fish is hooked.

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(End of this chapter)