CH 11 (2/2)

Shen Yi picked up the paper and pen and calmly headed to an unknown place.

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On the outskirts of Beland, a dark private castle, underground hall.

The hall was empty and dim. Byron, in a black suit, stood in the middle with a serious expression on his face, the light in his sea-blue eyes was as sharp as a knife.

A few meters from his feet, there was a complex magic circle with weird patterns. The weird patterns seemed to be invisible, but in fact, they had indescribable strangeness. The composition was rigorous, and ordinary people could never draw them smoothly without practice.

Four apprentices were waiting for his orders in the corner of the underground hall. Yana was the only woman among the four wizard apprentices. She was small and thin but wore a large black robe with a brown right ponytail. Her face was covered with sweat, and she was obviously afraid of the work ahead.

Yana bent down slightly, frightened, and at the same time cheered up, and sheepishly said, "Teacher, You said that as long as we help you complete this call, there will be a lot of subsidies, is that true?"

Her two index fingers joined each other, and she said with a squinting face:

"Because, I've always wanted to travel abroad, but you know my family conditions."

Byron nodded and answered calmly, "Of course. There is no problem, Yana. Wait for the sacrifice to succeed, I will pay all the expenses of your trip abroad."

Yana excitedly clenched a fist to her chest and yelled out in a low voice.

"Yay!"

Byron deceived the students by saying that he just wanted to summon a stronger spirit, the ancient king of Nolan, who drew out his evil sword.

The salary he offered was quite generous, and every student was happy. Byron calmly glanced at the watch on his wrist, the time was almost up.

The ceremony is about to begin.

Byron slowly opened his tightly held left hand, and inside was one of the thousand paper cranes that had been unwrapped, with faint writing written on it.

"I hope my father will always be happy."

White lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the serious face of the middle-aged man.

April 30, the night of Walpurgis is the legendary night of the witch.

He has waited several months for this day.

The ritual of summoning the inaccessible is the evilest of all spells. It is strictly prohibited not only in Nolan but in all countries.

If the implementation is discovered and reported, all those involved would be sentenced to death.

But he had no choice.

The middle-aged man stretched out his pale right hand, raised a knife with the other hand, and stabbed it into the palm of his hand.

The spot was very hot and painful as if being electrified. The inductance continued, the acid heat gradually spread out from the wound like a stream flowing from the bath. The pain was getting worse.

His bright red blood slowly flowed down from the palm of his hand, stained the ground, coincidentally adorning the weird pattern on the ground.

The middle-aged man watched nervously. He took a deep breath, forced himself to concentrate, and chanted ancient spells.

"The Mist of the White Shores from the great existence of the void world."

"An indescribable, unspeakable, unknown type, mysterious god."

"My heart is full of despair and pain, and I use this as an opportunity to offer the burning chaos seed with the link."

"I will do all the best and all the evil, just to pray for you to appear in the world and fulfill the only desire deep in my heart."

A spell handed down from ancient times to the present used to summon one of many ancient gods. A god that has existed since the very beginning of man's existence, knowing almost everything and being omnipotent.

It could fulfill the person's desire, as long as enough sacrifices were offered. It not only brings joy and hope but also pain and despair.

It didn't only bring happiness.

Time passed bit by bit. The rainstorm was still howling outside the window, and the hall started to be filled with white mist, the surrounding air also gradually distorted.

The apprentices gradually felt fear, and that an unknown existence was coming. They began to tremble subconsciously, but everyone knew that this dangerous call would never stop.

Byron took a deep breath and squeezed his hands, trying to control his excitement.

An extremely intense pressure made Byron unable to breathe. As Nolan's top wizard, he had not experienced this level of pressure even when facing saints.

Byron even felt that he was like an ant blown into the sky by the wind, unable to struggle in an incomprehensible air current.

There was a flicker of fear in his eyes, followed by a glow of ecstasy.

"It worked."