boom!

Klein slammed the door shut, and quickly ran back to the desk without even looking at Selena.

The girl with long wine red hair stopped screaming, raised her head, and looked around the room.

Her eyes quickly became gloomy and cold, her skin was a little pale, and sharp white nails quickly grew out of her ten fingers.

At this time, Klein had already returned to the meditative state, and while dripping a drop of essential oil extracted from moonflowers into each of the three candles, he recited aloud: "O supreme crimson lord, great empress of calamity and fear;"

"I pray for your favor;"

"Bless your lost lamb, Selena Wood!"

In the sound of the incantation, he picked up the imitation parchment and moved it towards the candle that symbolized the supplicant.

Woo!

He felt the cold wind behind him, and felt the heavy force coming.

The parchment was ignited, and Klein threw it into a small silver bowl. He lowered his body in preparation and avoided the fatal catch.

Whoooo!

The wind became extremely intense, and Klein felt that his spirituality was surging out, and he couldn't stop it at all.

He saw the parchment in the small silver bowl burn into a peaceful deep black, and heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him.

thump! Bang!

In the two voices with almost no interval, wisps of black and green invisible gas were poured into the small silver bowl and disappeared into the phantom-like deep blackness.

Klein half-rolled to the side, stood up, and pulled out the revolver under his arm. But he stared, only to see the lovely girl with wine-red long hair Selena fell to the ground, and the silver-plated mirror fell on the blanket. into countless fragments.

And those fragments no longer reflected Selena, but honestly showed the ceiling and Klein's silhouette.

At this time, Klein, who hadn't turned off his Spirit Vision, saw that the evil black and green in Selena's aura had all disappeared, and everything had returned to normal, but it seemed much weaker.

Phew... As soon as he was relieved, he felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows and a sharp pain in his head.

The stinging pain spread all over his body, making him want to roll on the ground.

Klein's fists were clenched suddenly, the veins on the back of his hands were protruding, and the color was completely black, like a living worm.

At the same time, he heard a silent cry and a whisper that tore his spirit apart.

It took more than ten seconds for him to recover, only to feel that his forehead and vest were covered with cold sweat.

"The ritual magic just emptied my spirituality and almost made my extraordinary power lose control?" Klein roughly judged the situation.

And this incident also made him realize that he seemed to have digested a lot of the residual spirit in the potion, because if calculated according to the initial strength after taking the potion, he felt that he couldn't hold on just now, and would directly collapse into a monster.

The "acting method" is still very effective... Klein tapped the center of his brows and wiped away his sweat.

He turned to face the altar, tapped his chest four times, and said loudly: "Praise the goddess!"

Then, he extinguished the candles one by one, and quickly packed up the altar.

After casually putting the items back on the desk, he used the silver dagger to release the sealed spiritual wall. JrNovels.com