Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 35, Sacrifice
The sacrifice to Hyderian has always been the top priority of the monastery. The ordinary wizards are not qualified to participate in such activities. The twelve highest masters have always been in charge.
Firstly, it is to worry about their lack of strength and cause trouble, and secondly, it also gives the twelve instructors the opportunity to observe the quality of the awakened ones first, so that if they want to choose the disciples of the mantle, they can be one step ahead.
Especially this year, with four awakenings in a row, the chance of getting good seedlings is much higher than usual, so the mentors in charge this time are very lucky.
Coincidentally, Consul happens to be the instructor in charge this time, so he has been busy with this in the past few days: sacrifices, formations, clothing, enchantments, etc.
Jasmine was busy with these things during the day. At night, after realizing that Ian had completed the isolation of the heart, Consul praised him a few words and then arranged for him to go there.
The stone hall usually used for prayer has been cleared out. The magic circle drawn on the ground with carbon powder (a simple material made by burning magic plants mixed with spiritual blood) has been half completed. Jasmine is squatting in one place and concentrating on pouring the carbon.
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"Let's see how she does it first, then you can follow suit and then you can leave after completing the pattern."
Before coming, Consul threw him a stack of drawings, which were magic array patterns, and gave him instructions.
Ian nodded. He had received this type of education in basic classes. The basic knowledge of magic arrays naturally includes the most basic drawing arrays.
"You can try the drawings in your hand first, but be careful and make sure you don't make any mistakes. Every completed part must be checked several times to make sure it is correct. Although the instructor will check it after it is completed, he only checks whether the whole part is correct.
If something goes wrong, he won't check for us which part it is."
Jasmine didn't say anything else, she just stared at the drawing in Ian's hand and said sadly: "So, you understand, don't make any mistakes."
With such a thick stack, if there are one or two mistakes, it will be a fatal thing.
Jasmine's sadness was a bit inexplicable, as if there was some story, but the wizard's rule is not to indulge in the secular world except to remain curious about the world, so Ian was silent for a while, and finally just said slowly: "Yeah...understood!"
After carefully fiddling with it for about ten minutes, Ian started to draw it from the other side where Jasmine was. The speed was not at all different from that of the other side. Finally, the two of them completed it in the early morning and ended the task.
Next, if Consul has no other arrangements, they will be free to move around until four days later.
But there was a reason why Sheen transferred the two of them to Consul. When they went to report early the next morning, Consul gave them a list and asked them to run errands everywhere. There was no time for self-study.
time.
The list is full of magic materials of about third level, and there are about thirty pieces in total. And this is not all, which shows that the monastery has great wealth and profound foundation. It also shows that they attach great importance to this.
On the fifth day, everything was ready.
Four awakened people gathered in the prayer hall. Today was important and special, so no one quarreled. They all stood silently waiting for arrangements.
Ian followed Consul's instructions and distributed the sacrificial clothing to the other two.
It was a rather strange costume: as you can imagine, the pure black robe did not have many patterns, but there was some kind of giant scythe painted with red paint on the chest. Under the robe, there was a strange long-mouthed crow mask, and the hands were
Her legs and feet were wrapped with leather gloves and boots respectively. They were so tightly wrapped that she couldn't even identify who she was, let alone a hint of flesh color. Ian could only identify the noble lady by the scent of jasmine.
This is a strange scene, very penetrating, but fortunately the places they usually go in and out are more strange, otherwise they would inevitably feel panicked.
This outfit does not look like a wizard, but more like a charlatan or a country priest.
However, according to the trainee instructors, this was done to deceive the gods, but Ian felt that this was a bit self-deceiving.
The clicking footsteps were from the apprentices next door. Although they were not awakened, they could still come over to gain experience.
After a while, Ian saw through the hole the same-dressed Consul coming in, so everyone hurriedly saluted.
Behind him were six people dressed as knights, carrying three iron boxes, all tied with several thick chains.
Consul walked directly in the center of the formation and waved to the four people: "Come in and stand apart."
When the four of them stood, he raised a finger casually and said seriously: "Now, work on your isolation heart and prepare to be purified. Be careful after starting and be wary of temptation."
Ian and the others looked awe-struck and quickly closed their eyes to activate their hearts of isolation.
After all four people entered the state, Consul's fingertips glowed dimly. Then he pointed downwards, and an immeasurable amount of spiritual power was transmitted into the ground formation, activating the formation.
Ian was horrified. Without relying on enchanting materials, Kongsuer's strength was simply unimaginable by activating such a large formation by himself without relying on enchanting materials. The spiritual power that had already been substantialized was even more frightening.
Before he could think about it, after the formation lit up, there was a silver light injected into each of the four heads. This was exactly the effect of the fourth-level magic formation "Light of the Moon".
With the blessing of the formation, the silver light can be temporarily transformed into everyone's spiritual power, increasing the strength of the heart of isolation to cope with subsequent impacts.
After three minutes of this, the six wizards dressed as knights lifted the three iron boxes to Consul's side, just at the position of the three rings, and then each drew out the long swords on their waists and prepared them.
When Consul saw this, he closed his eyes and began to recite the incantation. His voice was low and dark, rising and falling in its own rhythm.
As the spell unfolded, the negative energy in his body also poured into the ground. The ground was not only covered with patterns of the light of the moon, but also covered with a sacrificial array on the lower layer.
"Dedication!"
Consul shouted loudly. Even with his eyes closed, everyone could feel his state at this time, which was slightly crazy. The wizards were indeed a little nervous.
Hearing the cry, the wizards guarding them did not dare to neglect, and each of them aimed at the gap in the iron box and inserted it fiercely.
Chi, chi, chi, as if it was inserted into flesh and blood, and then gurgling blood spurted up along the long sword.
There were living things inside, but the strange thing was that there were no painful groans before death. Instead, there were constant screams in the ears of Ian and others, which made people upset. Ian had been instructed in advance, so he hurriedly
Keep your heart of isolation and don’t let out your spiritual power randomly.
The warm blood gave off a trace of white air in this weather. The six wizards quickly ran out of the hall and locked the door before the blood flowed to the ground.
The chanting continued, and blood filled the entire hall like a stream. If there were no corpses, this place would be no different from a slaughterhouse.
The light above the heads of the four awakened ones has reached its strongest point, indicating that the time has come.
Then Consul's chanting suddenly stopped, and the statue of Hydrian behind them immediately glowed with light, as if it came to life, absorbing all the light from the bloody formation on the ground.
The wailing sound at this time was the most piercing, as if someone was being chewed alive. But it only happened for a moment, and the sound disappeared.
Coming.
Ian and the other three knew that this was the beginning of feedback, and Consul also stopped and stared at the four of them, with the negative energy in his hands appearing and disappearing, as if he was ready to take action.
Sure enough, the next moment, their whole bodies were filled with strong pure negative energy, and it burrowed into their bodies like loaches.
It can be said that this kind of treatment is only worthy of the chosen one. Ian, a poor student like him, has never experienced it before. He immediately understood that if he missed it, he would be punished by God, so he did not dare to waste a second.
Absorb it with all your strength, and the negative energy in your body gradually increases at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As time passed by, the four people had accumulated negative energy for two or three years.
This feeling is really refreshing, just like the last time I absorbed the bottle of witchcraft mixture, it is really fascinating.
When the normal sacrificial ceremony reaches this point, it is the time when divine grace is at its peak. In other words, this is the stage when gods seduce mortals and harvest the power of faith.
Although the harvest had already started at the beginning of the feedback, Ian and others had the Silver Amplification at that time and were immune to this level of temptation. Only at the end was the key to determining the success or failure of this sacrifice.
Gradually, a vague sound came to his ears, as if it was ethereal and impossible to catch, but it was really clear and audible.
He seemed to be in the human headquarters of the Scythe Bearer, the Reaper Cathedral, as if there were countless faiths praying day and night and sincerely believing.
The prayers formed a torrent and rushed towards him. Countless waves wanted to sweep him down and become part of the torrent.
Countless complicated thoughts drove him to imprint the image of Hyderian in his mind, but how dare he.
Ian was well aware of the danger and did not dare to divert his attention at all. He just relied on the light of the bright moon to guard his heart of isolation, resisting the continuous impact like a standing rock.
Naturally, the other three are not reliable. They come from well-known families and have the support of formations. Although there are occasional small dangers, it is not enough to shake their faith.
When Consul saw this, he knew that nothing would happen today, and his evaluation of these people also increased a few points in his heart.