545 The Enraged Kalvetua (1/2)
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.
”丫-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.
This was a material filled with spirituality!!
The strong winds sucked the drops of blood, howling as it drilled into the candle flame that symbolized Sea God Kalvetua.
Without a sound, the candle flame burgeoned to form an illusory door. On the surface, there were symbols and magic labels. From the inside, the faint sound of crashing sea waves could be heard.
Suddenly, 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 massive that was suppressing its hunger with great difficulty.
Huff. Huff. Huff...
The sound of the loud, heavy breathing became clearer and clearer, to the point that even despite being situated at the door of the warehouse, Danitz still felt his scalp tingle.
Bang!
The illusory door suddenly opened, and something that visibly resembled a hurricane poured out
Amidst the sharp wailing sounds, Danitz felt the invisible wall of spirituality shatter. He discovered that he had been thrown into the air like a small boat in a storm. He slammed into the door, producing a dull thud.
He fell outside the warehouse, his back scuffed from several wooden splinters.
The scarlet fireball that he had instinctively condensed in his hand instantly dimmed and was quickly extinguished in the hurricane, like a candle that was about to burn out
While he was flying in midair, he saw what looked to be a bloody, 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 to enter the real world. Its beast-like howls first echoed inside the warehouse, causing Danitz to bleed from his ears and nose.
Klein also flew up into the sky as a result of the hurricane, and his line of sight was immediately occupied by a bloody, forked, and massive forked tongue that burst forth with sparking lightning.
His body was scorched black as it stiffened in the air. The forked tongue pierced through his body as it was reduced to ashes.
Klein's figure appeared on the other side. His hat had fallen off, and his clothes were messy. He looked rather wretched.
Fortunately, he knew that a situation would occur, and he knew that there was going to be danger. He had constantly been on high alert, and he didn't let down his guard as he used Paper Figurine Substitutes just in time.
At this moment, Kalvetua, who was situated behind the unperturbed, illusory door, finally realized that its violent blows had no effect and stopped.
It took a deep breath and caused the blue seawater to 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 ship!
The iron cigar case on the altar flew into the vortex.
The tiny cauldron containing some herbal ashes flew up and into the whirlpool.
Many objects within the warehouse, along with the soil, were thrown into the whirlpool.