Danitz was speechless, and dejectedly stepped aside, watching Gehrman Sparrow light the candle, burn the powder, and drip the hydrosol.
He took a sniff of the wafting aroma and couldn't help but raise his voice:
"Did you use the wrong materials?"
He remembered that the rebels did not use " Full Moon Oil," deep sleep flower, or chamomile when they worshipped the " Sea God."
It's not like we're praying to the Evernight Goddess!
Klein glanced at him sideways, then turned his gaze back to the altar:
"No problem."
As a professional who frequently performs and is sacrificed, he understands that burning hydrosols, essential oils, and herbal powders serves two main purposes: first, to help the ritual officiant better adjust their Spirituality and enter a state of spirituality; and second, to please the corresponding deity and the object of the sacrifice, thereby increasing the likelihood of a response. In this respect, each deity has its own preferred items.
This sacrifice relies primarily on two factors: Kavithua's mental instability and its utter madness, and its thirst for the scent of the Gray Fog. Both are indispensable; nothing else matters.
As long as the above two conditions are met, whether or not one tries to please the recipient will not affect the holding of the ceremony. It will neither increase the success rate nor the possibility of failure, and can be handled perfunctorily.
"If Kavithua still has any sense, do you think it will respond to me even if I strictly follow the requirements of the ritual?" Klein thought to himself, taking a half step back to prepare for the most crucial part.
He thought for a moment, then, without turning his head, said directly:
"Stay away."
I, Danitz, was not angry but pleased, and quickly nodded:
"Okay, okay!"
He dashed to the warehouse door, ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.
Klein half-closed his eyes, Cogitation on the countless overlapping orbs of light, and quickly entered a meditative state.
He chanted in a low Elvish:
" The Blessed of the sea and the Spirit World, the Protector of the Rorsted Archipelago, the Ruler of Undersea Creatures, the Master of Tsunamis and Storms, the great Kavithua."
Your faithful servant begs for your attention;
"Please accept his offering;"
"We beseech you to open the gates of your kingdom."
As the difficult and obscure words were uttered one after another, the wind within the Wall of Spirituality began to rise, gradually intensifying, as if it were about to overturn everything.
Klein's clothes fluttered as he took out another small metal vial he had prepared beforehand and poured about 5 milliliters of the remaining Thousand-faced Hunter's blood into the air.
This is an extremely Spirituality material!
The gale sucked away the drops of blood, howling as it entered the candle flame that symbolized the " Sea God " Kavithua.
Without a sound, the candlelight expanded into an illusory door, its surface covered with symbolic signs and magical symbols, from which the faint sound of crashing seawater could be heard.
Suddenly, all movement ceased, except for a gasp echoing through the illusory gate, as if behind it lay a colossal creature struggling to suppress its hunger.
Huff, huff, huff...
The heavy breathing grew louder and clearer, making Danitz, standing at the warehouse door, feel a chill run down his spine.
Bang!
The illusory gate suddenly swung open, and a hurricane, almost tangible in shape, surged out.
With a sharp, piercing sound, Danitz felt the invisible Wall of Spirituality shatter, and found himself thrown into the air like a small boat in a storm, crashing heavily against a door with a muffled thud.
He fell outside the warehouse, his back covered in cuts from splinters.
The crimson fireball that he instinctively conjured in his hand dimmed instantly in the storm and quickly went out, like a candle burning its last.
As he flew through the air, he saw a hideous maw, resembling a blood-stained basin, appear behind the open illusory gate. It revealed slightly curved, milky-white fangs longer than a human arm, frantically ramming against the illusory gate, trying to enter the real world directly. Its beast-like howl echoed inside the warehouse first, causing blood to flow from Danitz's ears and nose at the same time.
Klein was also lifted into the air by the hurricane, his vision immediately filled by a bloody, forked, enormous core crackling with lightning.
His body was instantly charred black, frozen in mid-air, pierced by the snake's tongue, and turned into ashes from burning paper.
Klein appeared on the other side, his hat off, his clothes disheveled, looking quite disheveled.
Fortunately, he knew something was wrong and that there would be danger, so he remained on high alert and never let his guard down, managing to use the Paper Figurine Substitute in time.
At this moment, Kavithua, behind the illusory gate that remained completely still, finally realized that his frantic pounding was ineffective and stopped.
It took a deep breath, causing the azure seawater to surge in from all directions, collapsing deep into its throat into a vortex with terrifying suction, a vortex capable of Devouring a cargo ship!
The iron cigarette case on the altar flew up and was thrown into the vortex.
The small cauldron containing the ashes of herbs flew up and plunged into the whirlpool.
Many miscellaneous items and dirt inside the warehouse flew up and were thrown into the whirlpool.
Klein also took flight, irresistibly drawn into the vortex!
He tried to snap his fingers, ignite the flames, and leap out of the vortex's influence, but the suction force and the accompanying hurricane ruined his plan.
His figure suddenly thinned, becoming a paper doll.
As the paper figure was thrown into the vortex, Klein, who had appeared in another location, was once again lifted into the air, unable to escape the terrifying suction!
At the crucial moment, he no longer hesitated, causing the "black glove" on his left hand to turn pale and tinged with a faint green.
He activated " Creeping Hunger," directly driving the soul of "Iron Man" Maviti!
Klein's body suddenly felt heavy, and then he thrust his left palm forward.
A not-too-thick ice wall solidified in front of him, temporarily shielding him from the " Sea God's" vortex.
Taking this opportunity, Klein landed, stomping heavily on the ground with both feet.
Snap!
The ice wall lasted only a second before being torn to pieces by the immense suction force, flying into the throat of the giant sea serpent.
Klein used the power of the Living Corpse to stabilize his body with his feet and stop flying, but he still couldn't stop sliding towards the illusory gate and towards Kavithua's gaping maw, dragging two deep trenches in the ground.
Danitz, outside the warehouse, was largely unaffected by the vortex's suction. He tried to condense a fireball and throw it to the side to make Gehrman Sparrow jump out, but it was repeatedly extinguished by the raging hurricane.
Klein drew closer to the illusory gate, the stench of blood and decay filling his nostrils, and before him stood grime-covered, chilling, milky-white fangs.
He quickly came up with a solution.
The solution is simple: just throw out the " Eye of All-Black," which originated from the " Marionettist," Rosago!
Since you, Kavithua, created a whirlpool in the sea to devour everything, then I'll make you drink another bottle of " Potion " without any auxiliary ingredients, and give you the mental pollution of the " True Creator " as a bonus! In that case, I don't believe you can withstand it, since you're already on the verge of collapse! Klein gritted his teeth and reached into his pocket.
Perhaps it instinctively sensed his sinister intentions, or perhaps the crazed Kavithua lacked patience; at this moment, it suddenly raised its head and let out a long hiss, causing the whirlpool of seawater in its throat to collapse and disintegrate, turning into countless droplets that sprayed out of the illusory gate.
Splash!
A torrential downpour began inside the warehouse, while a dazzling, silvery-white ball of lightning, entangled with countless bolts of electricity, condensed at the throat of Kavithua.
With a loud boom, it spat out the ball of lightning.
Amidst the torrential rain, silvery-white lightning balls transformed into striking bolts of lightning, rapidly expanding outwards, destroying the simple altar and occupying the entire warehouse.
With a series of crackling sounds, Klein's figure kept appearing and disappearing in the sea of lightning, turning into scraps of paper. Danitz outside the warehouse was also affected; his hair stood on end, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
After using up several " Paper Figurine Substitute " in succession, Klein, who was nearing his limit, finally waited for the lightning to subside.
And the illusory gate, affected by the complete destruction of the ritual, closed rapidly and irresistibly.
Clang!
The indignant cries of " Sea God " Kavithua were shut out.
In an instant, the illusory gate vanished completely, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation. Only a single candle remained on the altar, its flame flickering weakly.
Bang! Danitz slumped forward against the warehouse wall, barely managing to stand at the doorway.
He wanted to speak, but his body was convulsing uncontrollably; he could only express his frustration through his eyes.
Gehrman Sparrow is a complete Lunatic!
The terror I felt in Bansy Harbor is still vivid in my memory, and it gives me nightmares... Before, when I was choosing items from the rebels, I incurred the curse of the " Sea God," and I was so scared I almost ran away... This time, with this sacrifice, I nearly summoned Kavithua; it was truly an extremely dangerous situation... Why is he so fond of adventure and causing trouble? Time and again, he seeks thrills on the edge of death! Is this a manifestation of his madness, or is it the reason?
Kavithua, this " Sea God," is still very strong. Even though he was on the verge of death, and even though he was separated by the " Gate of Sacrifice " and could only let out a portion of his power, he almost easily defeated me... No wonder he is Demigod who can rival the " Sea King "... Klein pulled his feet out of the ground and saw that his leather boots were already tattered.
At the same time, he discovered that, whether by luck or by design, Kavithua had accepted his "sacrifice" in every sense, because the giant sea serpent, in creating its whirlpool, had swallowed the iron cigarette case tainted with the scent of Gray Fog, and many other things.
In other words, I can try to locate its hiding place in the Spirit World, but I have to wait for it to die so it won't interfere with or oppose my Divination anymore... This search requires entering the Spirit World; I can't keep using the Gray Fog... Klein had just quietly exhaled when he felt an indescribable madness and hunger emanating from the glove on his left hand, as if it would devour the wearer if it couldn't wait for food.
There aren't any truly wicked people around... Klein turned his head and glanced at Danitz by the door.
Danitz suddenly tensed up, feeling as if he were being targeted by some Monster and about to become its food.
The Spirituality hunger he felt made him tremble slightly, and he wished he could turn around and run away immediately.
Then, he heard Gehrman Sparrow's indifferent voice:
"Close the door from the outside."
"... Okay!" Danitz endured the lingering pain from the Electric Shock and shoved the door panel back into place, barely managing to plug the hole.
Klein seized the opportunity to perform a sacrificial ritual, praying to himself and receiving his own response, throwing the nearly out-of-control " Creeping Hunger " onto the Gray Fog.
The magical object, which had frightened Danitz into not daring to resist, immediately became docile, gentle, and obedient.