"Are you crazy? How could it accept your sacrifice? Even if it accepted, what's the point? It's dying! And it's very dangerous!" Danis asked blurtly.

Immediately, he added a sentence in his heart:

No, Gehrman Sparrow is not crazy, because he has always been crazy...

Klein glanced at him and said simply, "I'm an expert in this regard."

In the field of sacrificial rituals, I am an expert! Klein is not humble about this.

? Danitz was so choked that he couldn't speak, he stepped aside and watched Gehrman Sparrow light the candle, burn the powder, and drip the hydrosol.

After smelling the scent that permeated it, he couldn't help raising his voice and said: "Use, did you use the wrong material?"

He remembered that when the rebels sacrificed to the "Sea God", they didn't use "full moon essential oil", deep sleep flowers, chamomile and so on.

It's not praying to the goddess of the night!

Klein glanced at him sideways, then turned his gaze back to the altar: "No problem."

As a professional who often sacrifices and is sacrificed, he is very clear that burning pure dew, essential oils, and herbal powders have two main functions. One is to help the host of the ceremony better adjust their spirituality and enter the state. To please the corresponding gods, please the object of sacrifice, and increase the probability of the other party's response. In this regard, each god has its own and preferred things.

And this sacrifice mainly depends on two points: Kavitua is mentally abnormal, has gone completely crazy and it is longing for the breath of the gray mist, the two are indispensable, and the other is not important.

As long as the above two conditions are met, whether to please or not will not affect the holding of the ceremony, neither will it increase the success rate, nor will it increase the possibility of failure, and it can be handled perfunctorily.

If Kavitua is still sane, do you think it will respond to me even if I strictly follow the requirements of the ceremony? Klein cursed, stepped back half a step, and prepared to start the most critical link.

He thought for a while, without turning his head, he said directly: "Stay away."

I? Instead of being angry, Danitz nodded quickly, "Okay, okay!"

He ran to the door of the warehouse slowly, planning to run away immediately if something went wrong.

Klein half-closed his eyes, meditating on the countless overlapping light spheres, and quickly entered the state.

He recited in a low elf language: "The favored one of the sea and the spirit world, the protector of the Rorsted Islands, the ruler of the underwater creatures, the master of the tsunami and the storm, the great Kavitua.

"Your faithful servant prays for your watch;

"Pray that you accept his offering;

"I pray that you will open the gate of the kingdom."

As the difficult and awkward words were spit out one after another, the wind in the spiritual wall gradually rose and became more and more intense, as if it was about to overturn.

Klein's clothes fluttered, and he took out another metal vial that he had prepared earlier, and poured about 5 milliliters of the remaining Blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter into the air.

This is very spiritual material!

The strong wind sucked away the drops of blood, and howled into the candle that symbolized "Sea God" Kavitua.

Silently, the candle swelled and expanded into an illusory door, the surface was full of symbols and magic signs, and the sound of sea water splashing faintly came from inside.

Suddenly, all the movement disappeared, only a panting echoed through the illusory door, as if there was a huge monster that was hard to suppress his hunger behind it.

Hoo, hoo, hoo...

The huge gasping sound became more and more obvious and clear, and Danitz at the warehouse door felt his scalp go numb. JrNovels.com