"Grot, what's the use of chanting my honorable name after they are in danger?"
"Dear Master, this is one of your authority blessings. Every believer who prays to you will receive blessings from Raleye City." Golot said quickly.
"Every believer who prays devoutly? What if you are not devout?"
Weinerson touched his chin with his right hand, his expression getting weirder the more he thought about it.
As a modern person who has traveled through time in the 21st century, I understand the meaning of the word 'piety' very well.
No one in that era was pious to gods. One of my college classmates was holding Buddhist beads in his hands and a cross hanging around his neck. He was more pious than anyone in our dormitory, but his piety was a little mixed. It’s not an exaggeration to say that there are two or five boys.
He sighed, stood up, turned behind his bronze throne, and looked at the flashing symbols there.
The bright stars outline a symbol of a hidden eye and twisted tentacles. Starting with this symbol, there are two more flashing symbols different from the middle in the left and right directions.
"Colorful flowing gems, surrounded by white feathers...the water soul symbol is the princess princess..."
"The waves are sweeping, the lightning is intertwined, the abstract wings...the seagull symbol, is Mr. Deep..."
"Why do the extraordinary symbols of the princess and Mr. Deepsea appear on my throne?" Weinerson carefully identified them for a while, and after confirming that they were secret symbols symbolizing extraordinary sequences, he frowned and whispered, unable to think of an answer.
He withdrew his gaze and walked alone around the end table, moving from the extraordinary bonfire to the huge bronze stone pillars erected on both sides, without missing any place.
As for the seemingly endless illusory ruins further away, he did not dare to explore there for the time being. If he touched any taboos, he might be completely lost in the illusion at any time.
According to what Golot said, the place under my feet is called the Old Royal Court, and the endless ruins in the darkness are the city of Raleye. In other words, my current power can only reshape the Old Royal Court. .
Weinerson looked at it and suddenly thought of an important question. If the entire city of Raleye is restored to its original appearance, will there be any new changes?
Hey, I have to say that in the past, when I read comics, other worlds were always described as a desirable place. I was extremely obsessed with and yearned for it for a certain period of time. Now that I have actually come to and lived in another world, I always escape from it inadvertently. I'm afraid this It must be the legendary Ye Gong Haolong.
However, I do lack experience and sensitivity in many things, so that I realize it later. If this is not the case, I have to review...
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Hutton Mall, Castleton District, Moore Villa.
Lilith opened her eyes like red gems, her vision gradually became clear from blur. Slowly, she saw the exquisite crystal chandelier on the dome, and felt the softness and warmth of the velvet quilt.
She picked up her pajamas and stood up immediately. After putting them on casually, she walked towards the dressing table.
"The ritual magic given by Mr. Old Days, he said that ancient gold coins can be delivered through sacrifices. Huh... If it succeeds, I really can't imagine..." Lilith analyzed silently He took a heavy breath and his body trembled slightly.
To be honest, I feel very conflicted now. Angels are already existences that I can't even imagine...gods...it seems that they have only stayed in the stories my parents told me when I was a child.
Forget it, I have already joined the Yantu Society anyway, so let’s not think about it, and Mr. Old has never behaved strangely. He should be a kind-hearted existence towards human beings. Maybe when I am promoted to a higher sequence later, Mr. Old will Maybe Mr. Ri will help me with his unique creative power.
Lilith thought of Mr. Old's casual sketch of the blasphemous card drawing just now, and her mood suddenly improved. She thought that one day she could ask for something similar, and her fear was instantly forgotten.
Humming a light pop tune, she walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, took out the silk bag containing 100 ancient gold coins, and placed it on the table.
Hmm... still need two candles, essential oils, herbs, carving knife...
She looked at the locker next to her, fiddled with a key, opened the door very skillfully, and took out all the materials and items she needed from inside.
Following the procedure, she first erected two candles and lit the candlelight by rubbing spiritual energy. Then she picked up a silver carving knife. The spiritual power spurted out from the tip of the carving knife, forming a spiritual wall that sealed the surrounding area.
After feeling the absolute peace around her, Lilith admired from the bottom of her heart, and then couldn't help but become nervous again.
Growing up, it was the first time to use real supernatural power to perform ritual magic. After touching the supernatural, I realized how dangerous my previous mystical attempts with Decathlon and the others were...
After dispelling the distracting thoughts in her mind, she placed the miracle flowers and other materials in the correct position, then poured in the essential oil symbolizing good luck and mystery into the candle flame. After seeing the swaying flames obviously bright, she smelled the leisurely and peaceful fragrance.
Lilith took two steps back, looked at the candles on the table, clapped her hands gently, and shouted in ancient Hermes:
"The ancient domination sleeping in R'lyeh City..."
"The mysterious master above the taboo..."
"The eternal old dream that transcends time and space..."
...
"I pray to you!"
"Please give me strength!"
"Great Lord Raleye, please accept these 100 ancient gold coins prepared by your devout believers..."
"Mysterious grass, a herb belonging to the forbidden realm, please pass my prayers to the great Lord R'lye..."
"Sleep grass, an herb belonging to the realm of nightmares, please pass my prayers to the great Lord R'lye..."
In an instant, the red candle flame suddenly became huge, and the quiet and leisurely fragrance surrounded the fire core, intertwined with the flames and formed an illusory, thick stone door covered with mysterious patterns.
Lilith stared at the illusory stone door that appeared in front of her, especially when she saw the symbols composed of "Hidden Eye" and "Twisted Tentacle" in the middle. Her tall body remained motionless, like a stone statue.
Out...appeared, the legendary sacrificial gate!
With the appearance of the sacrificial door, the last membrane in Lilith's heart was pierced. There was no doubt that Mr. Old was a truly great being.
She looked at the swaying illusory stone door and the spiritual power ripples swaying around her, her eyes suddenly confused.
"What should I do next? Should I sacrifice directly or wait for a while? I have no experience at all..."
Lilith has offered sacrifices to the God of Sleep and Crimson countless times, but has received no response. Now when the real door of sacrifice appears, she doesn't know what to do.
She took a breath, looked at the stone door, stabilized her mind through meditation, and then tentatively touched the bag of gold coins with her spirituality and gave it a strong push.
Almost at the same time, a heavy friction sound suddenly sounded, and the illusory, thick stone door full of intricate patterns suddenly opened a gap.
Through the gap, you can vaguely see the rippling gray-white seawater behind it, and the ancient palace that looks like a majestic residence.
The old royal court....
As if in an instant, the gray-white seawater rolled up huge waves, and the surging spirituality created ripple-like light patterns, kneading into a tentacle with endless knowledge and pure brilliance engraved on its surface.
Silently, the twisted and slippery tentacles had passed through the stone door, tied up the bag of gold coins, and quickly pulled it back to the ancient royal court in the next second.
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The pioneer city, Gresham, in a living room in the backyard of Poseidon Church.
Jack woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and looked around. The dim wall lamp exuded a quiet brilliance, and the copper pocket watch on the table ticked slowly. Nothing changed around him, as if nothing had happened.
There was no expression on his rough face, and he just stared blankly at the gray wall. After ten minutes, he stood up, sighed, and said to himself:
"An ancient existence comparable to Poseidon..."
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Raleye City, the old royal court!
Weinerson sat leisurely on the bronze throne that belonged to the old days. Suddenly his spiritual intuition was touched, and the Gate of Yer appeared illusoryly in the red flames!
"Here we go, the sacrificial ceremony went well."
Weinerson carefully unfolded his spirituality and spread towards the stone door.
As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed. He saw a gap in the thick stone door open, revealing a blurry and distorted picture, and heard illusory and overlapping sounds.
"The ancient domination that sleeps in the city of R'lyeh..."
"The mysterious master above the taboo..."
"The eternal old dream that transcends time and space..."
...
"I pray to you...!"
...
The female voice continued to echo in the old royal court, and at the same time, a heavy bag, like a silk bag filled with gold coins, quickly outlined and gathered in front of him.
"Ancient gold coins brought as a sacrifice by the Princess Princess!"
He suppressed his emotions and called out Gorot.
"How do I use these ancient gold coins?"
"Great Master, you just need to throw it into the bonfire, and the Old Royal Court will absorb its power on its own."
Absorb on your own?
Uh... are emotions still an automatic system?
Weinerson picked up the heavy cloth bag with some suspicion. Through the mouth of the bag, he saw the Gudanluo gold coin with five iris petals on it, the Solomon coin with the holy sword crossed on both sides of the old man's head, the Gals coin from the black ghost ship, etc. ...
These ancient gold coins are stacked together, layer upon layer, shining with strange light under the red flames of the extraordinary bonfire.
A total of more than 1,000 gold pounds, woo hoo, my little money.
Weinerson looked at the bag of gold coins with some pain. If he brought it back to reality and found a bank or exchange merchant, he didn't even need to wait. He could guarantee that he could directly exchange it for more than 1,000 gold pounds. The money would be in France. Sri Lanka can live a decent life in the next 10 years.
After staying for a moment, Weinerson dispersed the unnecessary thoughts in his mind, bit his teeth, and threw the bag of gold coins into the red flames. The moment the firelight touched, his mind roared, and a virtual thing similar to the tentacles of an octopus roared. The shadow gradually solidified.
