It was getting late, and Angers was alone in strengthening the alchemy array left by Friedrich, while Ander set up a tent with a few people and waited quietly for night to fall.
Angers judged that only when the moon comes out will the gate of Nibelungen be close to the real world, and that is the best time to open the gate.
Ender set up his tent and didn't really want to rest. He wanted to take a look at this ancient city, although there were only some tattered stones here.
Strolling in this wasteland, the sun is about to set, and the ambiguous red light shines on the withered yellow grass blades, which looks quite unique.
The feet stepped on the withered grass, making a comfortable thumping sound, which reminded Ander of the sound of bones breaking when he broke a human trafficker's leg.
Wait, there's something wrong with this sound?
Ender raised his foot and looked, and saw that a yellow-white thigh bone was broken into two parts by Ender's step. It turned out that he really stepped on the bone, and he thought it was grass.
Ender apologized to the owner of the leg bone. He hadn't learned any necromancy skills, so he couldn't pull this person up for a chat. It was really a big sin.
"There's something wrong with this bone. It doesn't look like an old bone."
Ender looked at the texture of this bone. This leg bone was obviously not like those old bones that had been buried for hundreds of years and were too hard for dogs to chew on. Instead, it was more like the bones of a recently deceased person.
Thinking of Angers saying that the alchemy circle needed a lot of blood to operate, Ender already had a suspicion in his mind that this was probably the person who was sacrificed by Friedrich.
Ender silently put the leg bones back into place, dug some soil with his mage's hands, and buried the poor man in peace.
"Sorry, brother, when I find that guy I will kill him for you, and then I'll crush his legs too."
Back at the camp, Ender found something to put on his bed and lay down next to the campfire.
"Uncle De, where have you been?"
Chu Jie walked over holding the knife and asked curiously.
"I chatted with someone, and he asked me to break that Friedrich's legs."
"Where is there anyone here?"
"There are not many living people, but there are many dead people."
Chu Jie was startled by Ander's words and replied nervously:
"Uncle De, you are so proud of me."
"You just think too much, go get to work."
Ander sent Chu Jie away, looking at the stone wall in the distance and falling into deep thought.
I am still too weak now and lack some of my own strength, such as a few loyal family members, a group of younger brothers who are willing to work, and a few helpful allies.
The situation of the mixed-race species in China is not very good now. Maybe you can consider staying in China and developing some power of your own.
For example, the Chu family brothers and sisters are good. When the adventure is over, find a way to transform them into one of our own.
Take out a glass bead and use it as a medium to use the three-ring evocation spell: Leomond's Cabin.
A hemispherical passport covers this small camp, making the climate here more comfortable, and also secretly protecting the teammates in the camp from harm.
Ander took off his cotton-padded clothes, leaned under him, and watched Tongwan City under the night sky.
The walls of Tongwan City are a peculiar white color. As the sun sets and the moon hangs in the sky, the walls of Tongwan City appear even whiter.
The light of the moon casts a silvery coating on this ancient city. Because of this beautiful scene, the local people call this place "Baichengzi".
If you were Japanese, you would probably call this place: Imperial White Sanctuary or something like that.
As time goes by, the white walls of Tongwan City become whiter and whiter under the moonlight, emitting a wonderful metallic luster like silver.
When the time was approaching midnight, several people from the Heaven and Earth Society crawled out of the tent and walked with Ender towards the alchemy formation drawn by Angers.
"This ceremony is very important. Don't watch or listen. Cover your eyes and ears with a cloth."
Angers used his status as a foreign scholar to fool several elementary school dropouts from the Tiandi Society into closing their eyes.
Coming to Ander, Angers took his hand and said:
"I will try to summon the door and try my best to use magic to open it."
Ander raised his eyebrows and responded calmly:
"Don't worry, this delicate door cannot withstand my violent blast."
Angers stood in the middle of the magic circle and cut his wrist without hesitation.
If someone has to sacrifice, let it start with me.
Red blood dripped down, and wisps of moonlight were projected on the magic circle. Under the influence of unknown alchemy, Angers' blood was dyed with a hint of silvery white.
No, it wasn't enough. Angers slid the knife and cut his arm open. Blood spurted out, filling most of the magic circle.
The blood squirms like a snake, the huge white city gathers the moonlight in one place, and the ancient gate is about to appear again.
The silver-red blood squirmed, gathered together, and intertwined with each other like rattan to form a portal, as if some skilled craftsman had used them as threads to weave a door.
"Right now!"
Angers shouted, his voice was a little weak. This ritual consumed too much of his blood and made every muscle in him feel pain.
Ender mobilized the magic power in his body and searched for the resonance point between the two planes.
Let the vibration of space break the damn door!
Under Ender's adjustment, the space around the gate shook. The world of the dead was so close to reality at this moment, which meant that now was the time when Nibelungen was at its most vulnerable.
"Give it to me, open it!"
Ender was outputting magic power crazily. Under the resonance of the two planes and spaces, the summoned door was overwhelmed and made an unpleasant sound.
Click...click!
There was the sound of something cracking, and a crack as wide as one person appeared on the door. From the crack, Ender could see that on the other side of the door was an ancient Chinese-style city.
"The Nibelungs have finally appeared."
Ender limped over, sang a nice song, stuffed a few on Angers' hand to treat minor injuries, and barely stopped the bleeding.
"Looks like you can't use your gun."
"It doesn't matter, I prefer to use a knife anyway."
Ender carried Angers on his back, and the remaining team members also took off their blindfolds. They all showed unbearable expressions when they saw Angers' left arm dripping with blood.
Angers waved his hands at them and said calmly:
"Look, I told you it's dangerous."
"Young scholar, you..."
"The door is open, let's go in."
Angers interrupted several people who wanted to say thanks and applied the medicine he brought to his arm. His left hand could not be used for this period of time.
Now, let him enter the kingdom of the dead and see what happened to Friedrich in this Nibelungen!