Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 43 The Rituals of Rhapsody

After walking in the dark for about a minute or two, under the dim candlelight, Lyle saw a dark room. They were really careful. They didn't even use light bats, but used old-fashioned candles. At least the candles didn't expose their mouths. Their transgressions, of course, could also be part of the ritual.

"The magic spell is the mystery, and the mystery cannot be made public. The first lesson of the casters of the Magic Research Society is to keep the mystery and ensure the maximum success rate with the fewest witnesses. This is not fictitious. The emergence of many new powers has begun. in one's own research."

It was the gentleman who spoke, and through those eyes, he could read people's hearts.

Lyle heard the sound of bubbling. This sound was familiar to him. It was the sound of boiling soup. He saw a black cauldron, big enough to hold him. A large spoon was stirring in the cauldron. The chilly heat poured into the nostrils, with a hint of mint?It's just an approximation. The feeling is hard to describe. Lyle has an urge to jump into the pot and drown in the soup.

Another voice appeared from the dark corner next to the cauldron, "Grab him, his talent has not awakened, the temptation of instinct is too strong, before I adjust the potion, I hope he is ten steps away from the cauldron."

Miracle responded quickly, snapping his fingers, and the rocks on the wall stretched into a whip, which bound Lyle like a snake.

The gentleman supported Lyle who was dumping, "Hold on, Epidemic Doctor, this is a normal phenomenon, that's your biological instinct, it feels the opportunity of evolution, don't succumb to it, be patient, it's alright, everything is normal of."

"That's not normal. The normal reaction is not so violent. Except for him, the strongest addiction I've ever seen is the shaking of the whole body. You see, he only has his feet to move, and he wants to crawl here. This is why , is it because of the side effects of lust?"

"I don't know, isn't that why we are here? Study the laws of desire, inspiration." Miracle began to depict the magic circle on the stone slab in the center of the room.

It was a complex inverted pentagram.

"Miracle, I've never heard of it. The awakening ceremony uses a demon magic circle. Are you planning to use the devil's help?" Mr. Gentleman asked his own question as a caregiver.

"Ignorance, are all the five-pointed stars in the world under the control of the devil? Yes, I want to borrow, after all, the god of magic is like a rusty iron machine with a dead mind, and all unruly behaviors are not allowed. Did you see the goat skull? No! Did you see the soul coin? Neither! Did you see the covenant parchment? Still no! All I need is this."

Miracle proudly took out a cloth bag, and when he opened it, there was a mass of blackened rotten flesh, tender and juicy, "I call it the meat of deception. The artificial meat pieces synthesized by imitating sea monsters are better than the cunning and contractual ones. Devil, I prefer to make deals with idiots, yes, the object of my borrowing is the ancient god sleeping in the sea of ​​​​stars, as long as he eats this, his power will flow out like constipation for my use."

"Bad metaphor, on behalf of the Literary Society, I don't welcome you."

"Hey, a literary club that plays with things and loses its mind, doesn't care about real beauty, I don't care at all."

"Oh, didn't you contribute this year?"

"..."

"Okay, I've finished it here. It's really time-consuming to use the discarded equipment to configure the decoction," Mr. Inspiration took a spoonful and looked at the color. Under the dim light, it was pitch black. "Okay, I'll add some chopped green onion to harvest the juice, and the potion will be ready."

"Chopped onion? Inspiration, you have changed the potion without authorization. I remind you that if you fail, I will write an article to ruin your reputation." Mr. Gentleman still values ​​the safety of the younger generation of epidemic doctors.

"It's alright, don't you remember the talent of inspiration? His talent is, false propositions, using strange methods will definitely achieve the goal."

"Okay, now that the potion is available, the magic circle is available, and the awakening materials are available, let's start the ceremony."

Inspiration used magic to transfer Lyle to the circular slate, the center of the pentagram pattern, the ink was still dry, and the extended liquid was like tentacles growing deep into Lyle's clothing.

"Take off his clothes, it is inconvenient to observe the experimental results."

"No! Andrea guarantees the privacy of each member and revoke it for me, or I will report you to the law now."

"Gentleman, you are enough. You contacted us at the beginning, but now you want to kick us into the water, cross the river and demolish the bridge, the river hasn't crossed yet."

"I didn't know that you had any thoughts about the members who had desires. We all get what we want. Now I regret it a little bit."

"It doesn't matter, inspiration, just put on your clothes and pour the potion on it."

Inspiration directed the cauldron to fly up, and the scalding juice inside poured down and slapped on Lyle. He stopped struggling and stopped breathing for a moment.

This is where hallucinations come from.

It's like floating on the lightless sea, with the deep ocean behind and the starry sky in front of it, but the light spots are not bright, it is not the darkness that sets off the light, but the light that sets off the darkness, the sickly light that is infected.

In the ear, a voice came out in a trance, like an unknown obscure song.

"The tears of the sleepless, wet my eyes, and I shall sink blindly."

Lyle sank and sank into the abyss. Lyle stretched out his hand. The only thing that passed from his fingertips was the small bubbles that escaped when he was struggling. The light was far away from him. Unreachable, merging with darkness.

"The back of the innocent, climb up my back, I will no longer be alone."

Lyle could feel the sound of growth, something similar to rust and a plant growing on his back, he looked at his palm, it melted in the sea water, only the dark green outline remained. Before long, he will be eaten with nothing left.

"The mercy of the merciless, take my arm, and I will witness my... God."

The current moved, and it pulled Lyle farther away, towards a shimmering figure. He approached, approached, and approached, but he couldn't make the outline clearer until...

He moved.

Lyle realized that it was not a human figure, but... a pupil, a special vertical pupil, the starry sky was his eyelid, the ocean was his white eye, and the human figure was his pupil.

Yes, I have witnessed, His true face.

Blind and arrogant.

The pressure of the deep sea acts on the fragile shell, crushing it in an instant.

"The desire of the ignorant, awakens the arrogance within, and devours my god."

Lyle's broken limbs, like drifting debris, gradually blurred, becoming a phantom, a new pupil.

I am He, and you are the scum.

The starlight sank into the ocean, not paying attention to the debris, phantoms surfaced from the bottom of the sea, He heard it, and the stars sang for Him.

"Propagation of his clan."

Lyle's eyes widened, awakening from the hallucination.

(End of this chapter)