Chen Yi met Qasim at the college.
He walked with long strides, and his unique clothing that almost covered his whole body was impossible to miss.
"Where are you going? Kasim." Chen Yi called Kasim, who immediately stopped and looked a little panicked.
"What are you doing here at the academy?" Qasim asked.
Chen Yi answered truthfully: "Get some ritual materials and prepare a small psychic ceremony."
"Okay, I'll give you the key to the warehouse. I have to go out in a hurry." Qasim walked over quickly, untied the key chain around his waist, and unhooked one of the keys with his gloved hand.
Seeing Kasim hand over the key to him so neatly, Chen Yi was a little surprised, but he still accepted it.
"Remember to lock it." Putting this aside, Kasim left in a hurry.
Chen Yi looked at Qasim's retreating figure and couldn't help but wonder.
The last ceremony is not today...and there is no need to prepare in such a hurry.
Could it be...
Chen Yi's heart skipped a beat, and it suddenly occurred to him that Cassim was in such a hurry that he was most likely going to contact the heretic church.
That witchcraft manuscript is about to appear.
Despite his doubts, Chen Yi thought about it for a moment and made no plans to follow him.
First, he was not prepared in advance, and it was difficult to guarantee that he would not be discovered if he did so rashly.
The second is to have a clear understanding of one's own current strength. The ancient saying "deception" in the Zhen A language family has never been used in actual combat so far.
Unless you can ascend to the Kingdom of God.
"There are still a few days... until there is a full moon." Chen Yi shook his head and thought.
First, master “fraud”.
After Christopher's explanation yesterday, Chen Yi tried to understand...the divinity in "deception".
He had a feeling this would be a long process.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the warehouse, Chen Yi quickly selected the materials he wanted to use from the labeled bottles and cans on the wooden shelves.
A bottle of pure water for diluting blood, two grams of pepper, a troll's broken nails, and a small piece of silver.
After gathering a few materials, Chen Yi had no intention of taking the opportunity to make any mistakes. He honestly locked the wooden door and left the college immediately.
Crossing the main street of Resurrection Town in the afternoon, Chen Yi walked quickly towards home.
After returning home with the materials, Chen Yi piled things on the dining table, which surprised Hedwig who was reading.
"A lot of weird things." Hedwig said curiously.
"Well... they are all used for rituals." Chen Yi said.
Hedwig was no longer surprised by Chen Yi's exploration of the occult. Although the number of rituals was rare, there were two or three times, and each time her brother was in the living room.
This is also what she requested for easier supervision.
Taking out a small glass bottle from the study, Chen Yi slowly poured the priest's blood into the pure water, and then carefully put the glass bottle back. Without it, the glass bottle was too valuable.
Shake the pure water until the distilled pure water is dyed reddish and yellowish by the blood. Chen Yi gently dips his fingertips in it and smeares it on his forehead and the palm of his hand where the spiritual eye is.
Then, draw a magic circle on the ground. The central pattern is the circle of truth followed by the true religion. There are three places inside and outside the ring, each with 120 degrees, and different angels' names are written on them, six in total.
The last magic circle was drawn around its arc with the proverbs from the scriptures. Halfway through writing, she found that her fingertips were dry, so Chen Yi had to dip it in water again.
After drawing the pattern, Chen Yi stood up and took out the holy water he had brought back from the church.
Several sacrifices were placed in three places, and Chen Yi poured holy water on the magic circle, especially the sacrifices.
Everything was ready, Chen Yi knelt down in front of the magic circle.
Every ritual requires a switch to start the ritual, which is called the "ritual singularity" in mysticism.
Usually, the ritual singularity is a certain spell or some kind of spiritual material, but the more secretive the ritual, the ritual singularity may be weird or extremely demanding, not only the ritual singularity, but also the ritual itself.
“The King of my kings, the only god who can recreate the kingdom of heaven.
I have endless admiration and respect for you.
Here, I beg you to send your divine envoys, angels, and spiritual envoys to protect my Lord..."
Chen Yi closed her eyes, opened her spiritual eyes, and recited the ritual incantation.
The incantation to pray for the patron is in Yawen language, and the one that triggers the singularity of the ritual is in Platinum language.
This is magical common sense.
As the spell was transformed into platinum inscriptions, under Hedwig's gaze, the magic circle emitted a faint blue light, and the spirituality in response to the call gradually became stronger.
Hedwig, who is composed of memory projections, has an innate feeling for this.
No one noticed that the twin jellyfish's crimson body had several tentacles climbing up the edge of the ceramic water tank.
The blue light of the magic circle became more intense, and Chen Yi gradually felt the call from the other side, which was the direction of the holy land of Silver Cana.
Next, just sink your awareness into the magic circle.
Chen Yi's head lowered slightly, and his spiritual vision was aimed at the magic circle that was in full swing.
The twin jellyfish's tentacles suddenly pulled outward, and its wrinkled body flew out. Its round umbrella-shaped head aimed at the magic circle and drew a graceful arc.
Hedwig exclaimed, trying to stop the jellyfish and wake up her brother.
But it was too late.
The jellyfish smashes straight into the center of the magic circle.
It lay there.
One of the countless eyeballs shone slightly.
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Amidst the insults, Manuel walked out of the lecture hall in disgrace.
He came to defend Father Christopher. For this reason, he who usually disdained paganism specially read the classics of the Giant King Cult.
However, when he arrived at the Lecture Hall, handed in the letter, and sat down on the pagan silk cushions, Manuel's debate with Priest Isa ended in him being speechless.
Manuel, who thought he was well prepared, deliberately chose several arguments that were beneficial to him, and tried his best to argue that the lightning strike at Qinghong Lecture Hall was just a coincidence.
However, all of his arguments for debating the Bible were rejected one by one by Priest Isa, and Manuel's arguments were even completely overturned from the scriptures of the true religion.
Manuel, who thought he was sure of victory, found that his understanding of the true religion was equal to or even better than his own.
Manuel could only stroll back to the church with a dejected face, hoping to find a place in the next debate.
In the attic of the lecture hall, Lomea looked at Manuel's figure disappearing into the street, turning the beads in his palm.
The lead reader sat calmly across from him, holding his own rosary in the palm of his hand.
"I really can't believe how the clown in the temple can break the seal of the sacred object." Lomea said slowly.
The reader's heart skipped a beat and he replied: "That clown is extraordinary."
"How can a sage with the number one severely injure the sage with the number two?" Lomea asked in confusion.
"I...can't really describe the scene at that time..." The leader paused, still feeling frightened.
"Tell me clearly what happened."
"Okay, okay." The lying-haired leader rubbed his head and turned the beads faster, his tone impatient and impatient.
When he raised his head, his expression was ferocious and frightened: "He summoned a madman! A madman! The damn questions and abominable ravings of that horrible creature eroded me. It only asked me one question, and my ancient words were severely damaged. Me! I almost had my body taken away by a dead soul and turned into ashes!
He definitely has an old saying that goes against mine!
He asked me, Lord, how much more suffering do I have to endure before I can achieve transcendence? "
