Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 122 The ceremony started?

The jellyfish body is almost dead.

Even if there is a little left, it is not a threat.

Ivan chuckled, and dragged his heavy body towards the dome.

"I don't know what happened to Molière, but it should be settled."

Bloom at the base couldn't wait for the jellyfish to come back, so he stood there anxiously: "What's going on? So many people rushed up, and even one of them couldn't be caught back. There won't be any accidents."

The more he thought about it, he didn't know what to do. After all, Ivan was a real wizard, different from himself, a fake.

"Could it be fighting?"

"Could it be that all the jellyfish are dead?"

Bloom was pacing in a panic, and he was unwilling to give up the great results in front of him, so he could only walk around.

He looked at the passage from the corner of his eye, hoping that a jellyfish body would come back and report the situation to him.

Wait left, wait right.

But no one could be seen.

What is going on.

Molière had already broken free from the rope at this time, and he gestured to General Blanche. General Blanche immediately understood, lowered his head and pretended to be harmless to humans and animals.

Just as Bloom passed by them, the two suddenly exploded.

One strangles the neck and the other strangles the joints.

Bloom couldn't move, so he had to forcefully threaten: "When my servant comes back, I will look after you."

Molière replied: "They will not come back."

He loosened his muscles and tied the rope that had just fallen to Bloom.

"how do you"

Molière smiled confidently: "If you want to ask me how I know, I can only say that I trust that lord very much. Think about it, lord Ivan is a real wizard, how can a small place like Le Mans stop him and carry his light?" Only Bam City."

That being said, it really is.

Bloom's expression became gloomy: "How can this be? It's been planned for so long."

"I was the first to kidnap Blanche, and I was the first to study murlocs."

General Blanche didn't know Ivan, but this didn't prevent him from following suit and making some sarcastic remarks.

"You're just lucky."

"In the earlier years, I would have beaten you until your head was covered with blood."

I don't know if Bloom heard it, but General Blanche snorted coldly.

Bloom suddenly raised his head and looked at the other party viciously: "At noon, the day of God's enlightenment, the son of the sun shines on the stars, and my ceremony has already begun."

"Hahaha my ceremony has begun."

"You're all going to die."

"Everyone is going to die!"

"Hahahahahaha."

ceremony?noon?
Damn, how could I forget this.

Molière immediately stood ready, and even General Blanche was sweating from tension.

"This guy can't do it really well"

A large amount of metal tin has already been inlaid on the ground, and an atypical witchcraft incantation extends out according to the arrangement of spider webs.

These incantations connected the lower metal smelting area in series, and produced an inexplicable vibration in the alloy copper production area.

The shock was then transmitted to the sewers, and through the sewage to the entire city.

buzzing.

The situation is not good.

Molière's eyes widened. He thought he was also a person with a big heart, but he didn't expect that this time he capsized in the gutter. Can such a ruffian successfully perform ritual witchcraft?
General Blanche couldn't figure out the situation, he vaguely felt flustered.

"Quickly think of a way."

Molière smiled wryly: "I'm just a dramatist, what can I do?"

"The best thing to do now is to pray."

"Master Ivan, why haven't you come back yet?"

"Something happened down there!"

The incantations radiated white light, and they converged at a central point—right where Brom was sitting just now, and those were obviously the centerpiece of the entire ceremony.

Bringing together the sins of Le Mans.

Plus the power of the sun.

Molière didn't understand wizards, but he felt that the situation might be very dangerous now.

"Do something." He yelled.

The two tried to destroy the formation, but with little success, the light continued to gather.

For the first time Molière cast a look of despair.

General Blanche said bluntly: "Even as a soldier, you are enough to enter the history books-in short, it is a pleasure to know you, Mr. Molière. If there is another life, I will definitely agree with your plan."

"Thank you, but it's too early to give up."

"Why, do you still have a way?"

"No."

The light converged to a certain extent, and it began to flicker.

"If I die, I hope you can bring a word to my daughter."

"If I die, I'm afraid my drama fans will immediately think it's a rumor."

"It's because your character is too bad."

"I would but why is it still flashing???"

Molière was already ready to sacrifice, but he suddenly discovered that the light on the spell was still shining.

Blanche was deeply in love, and was about to express a long sentence.

Molière interrupted him directly, so many words were stuck in his throat, unable to get up or down.

He seemed to have eaten a very sour orange.

Molière touched east and west, and confirmed again and again that there seemed to be no problem with the ceremony.

"It seems to be fine—"

"Should we run?"

After thinking about it for a while, they decided to take it out on Bloom.

"Hahahahaha you all will die."

"Wait, what are you doing?"

After Ivan came back, he saw Bloom with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He looked at the glowing spells on the ground, and was a little suspicious: "So you just created a ritual that can emit light?"

"Bah, bah, this is the sacrificial array, and it will kill you right away."

Bloom was completely insane.

He kept struggling, and made everyone kneel down with a lot of nonsense.

Ivan was a little speechless, this guy developed the function of Murloc Bone Meal is completely lucky.

Now come up with this strange ritual.

Not up or down.

I don't know how to do my own research.

Molière took out a book: "It's the "Letter of Guilty". I just found it from him. It contains nothing more than some gods and natural spirits."

General Blanche pointed out: "The color of the pages of this book is different from the front to the back."

"It should be two books put together."

"There are many inconsistencies in the content, and some words are extremely absurd. For example, this narration about historical streaks. I don't understand why normal people believe such things."

"Because you are rich, Monsieur Molière."

Ivan said lightly: "The war forces people to believe in all illusory things. Even if that thing is false, as long as it can make them survive, they have to believe it."

"."

Molière shook his head and sighed: "I never thought that someone who read pirated books could make such a big deal."

"It's fine if you can solve it, let's have fun."

"What about the lights?"

Ivan took the book: "There are also some diaries recorded in the handwriting. The rest of the ceremony is fake. The main thing is that some murloc bone powder was mixed in, so that the fluorescence phenomenon will appear."

He looked at Bloom: "With such a large amount, we should use up all the murloc bone meal."

Molière hesitated: "So this is a fake ceremony."

"The ceremony is fake, but the result may not be."

Ivan pondered for a moment, and had a different view on this funny farce.

He recalled that Kepler was holding his arm before, with a serious face: "The arrangement of all the white crosses is not disordered, they are combined according to the sinusoidal function."

"According to the ancient alchemy handbook, the scope of the ceremony is related to the power obtained. Those men in black used the metal we smelted as blood, and the cross painted on the wall as bone, and have successfully put the entire city under the bag of the ceremony. .”

"The sine function mostly refers to sacrifices and life witchcraft."

So. that lutzpittberg experiment
no accident
Rather, it is a sinusoidal ritual.
Ivan is naturally the only extraordinary in the world, but the alchemy that this world is imaginary inspired him a little.

In later generations, archaeologists went through many difficulties and finally unearthed a manual about [ritual witchcraft] in Mont Saint-Michel.

As soon as this handbook was published, it attracted the attention of the international community.

A well-known great wizard believes that this manual is enough to change the public's understanding of [ritual witchcraft].

Ritual magic is the basis of ancient witchcraft.

From the category point of view, it is divided into function ceremony, coordinate ceremony, matrix ceremony.

Archaeologists have spent a lot of effort to research [ritual witchcraft], and finally found that there are only two [ritual witchcraft] recorded in this huge book.

The scholar Jia Lanpo translated: "It is a kind of witchcraft of love."

"It seems that under the link of [Origin Stone], it can use the souls of two beloved people as sacrifices, and then heal all soul wounds."

The apprentices talked a lot: "It's really crazy, who would use the extremely precious [Origin Stone] as a spiritual material for the ceremony, that kind of thing can almost provide energy for half the country, not to mention that there are two loved ones to sacrifice .”

"Whoever created this ritual must be a fool."

Some people disdain: "This kind of witchcraft is not necessary at all."

"Whoever uses this kind of thing will definitely regret it for life."

"Enough, be quiet."

"We are just archaeologists, and we don't need to express opinions on ancient people."

Jia Lanpo continued to translate, feeling a little puzzled: "Another [ritual witchcraft] seems to be a bit similar to a magic bomb."

"Ask Mobo Society."

"They were silent about it."

　It is too difficult for the protagonist to explore by himself, and finally leads to a new power system.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)