I Only Killed a Tiny Few People, Don't Be Nervous

"Is... is this all I have to do?"

Before the pitch-black altar, Arganzo stared blankly at Fang Mo in the distance. "Can this really revive Luke?"

At that moment, he held a black Tinkers' Construct hammer in his left hand and a clump of weeds in his right. Fang Mo had also put a red halo around his neck, and standing before the ritual pedestal like that made him feel indescribably awkward.

"You can always trust me."

Fang Mo looked utterly confident as he patted Arganzo on the shoulder. "Brother, you're wearing the God-King Set. Reviving your dead wife will be a piece of cake..."

"I..."

Arganzo gave the things in his hands a strange look. "I really don't understand this."

"It's fine, this is mysticism." Fang Mo comforted him. "You don't necessarily have to understand mysticism. As long as it works. All right, hurry up and say the line."

"This..."

Arganzo hesitated, but when he saw Apostle Dirigee, who had been revived beside him, he finally decided to give it a try. He missed Luke far too much. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Re... revive! My love!"

Naturally, the words were far too embarrassing.

Even the usually stern and serious Arganzo felt his cheeks heating up.

Yet the moment he shouted those words, the ritual actually seemed to activate. Without warning, something ancient and blasphemous began whispering.

The already gloomy sky darkened further. It was clearly daytime, yet in their daze, everyone seemed to see the paths of the stars. They flickered, as though ancient entities hidden beyond the depths of space were watching this forbidden ritual that crossed life and death.

The air began to tremble.

It was as if even the shadows beneath everyone's feet had twisted.

Within that profound darkness, words long forgotten by the world