The red moon returns

Chapter 575 Weird Ritual

The crystal ball broke into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground, while the mist inside that was originally rotating slowly like a nebula cyclone appeared in the world.

It was a blood-red mist, just like the blood mist that lingered in a dream all year round.

The center of the fog vortex was dark and deep, and no one knew where it led to. However, although it was a very strange appearance, it exuded an extremely powerful vitality, allowing everyone present to feel a majestic vitality and energy. Just by standing by, one could feel comfortable all over and more and more excited.

It goes without saying what such vigorous vitality means. Lynch slowly closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Become!

There was a brief silence in the conference room, and then a burst of warm applause broke out, just like the thunderous applause in the launch center after the successful launch of the rocket in the previous life.

The only difference is that now everyone's expressions looking at Lynch are more complicated and more unbelievable.

Especially the author of the secret array, Kelvin, looked like he had seen an evil god, no, it should be the expression of seeing the main god, his face was full of disbelief: This man, he actually did it. Humans are so selfish, he actually used these seemingly ordinary means to successfully induce people to change their nature?
This was not Kelvin's own idea. In fact, almost everyone in the conference hall had the same idea. Without having learned this knowledge systematically, they might occasionally use similar methods based on their experience, but they could not understand the reasons that led to this result, so they found it quite magical.

However, the applause only lasted for a few seconds before it stopped abruptly, and everyone started moving according to the established plan.

Everything has just begun.

"Ready." Lynch took a deep breath, his heart full of fighting spirit. He pointed at Countess Hathaway who was also in the conference room, "Please notify the people below to start controlling the magic circle."

The countess lifted her skirt and bowed slightly, then gently closed her eyes. Five kilometers underground, the black cat that was lazily wagging its tail suddenly fixed its eyes, and then became full of human colors.

The black cat was in the underground space where everyone was originally, but the interior had changed a lot.

There is a giant bonfire in the center, with countless twisted and winding lines extending outward on the ground with the bonfire as the center.

If you zoom out and look down from underground, you will find that the entire Rhine City, five kilometers underground, is covered with excavated tunnels. The distribution of these tunnels is exactly the same as the twisted patterns on the ground around the bonfire, and they also have the bonfire as the center.

If you continue looking upwards, you will find that the crystal ball that just shattered is right above the campfire. From the campfire to the crystal ball, or the now rotating vortex, there is an invisible line running through it from top to bottom.

Eight bizarre-looking apostles of the evil god were standing or sitting beside the campfire. These lunatics who were tempted by different evil gods maintained their sanity at this time. They remained silent and only raised their heads at the same time when they saw the black cat appear, staring at the equally weird black cat with strange eyes.

"Sir Leviv actually... succeeded." A human voice came out from the cat's body, "We can start here too."

The eight apostles nodded at the same time. The dancing flames made their faces look uncertain, which was even more weird in this environment. What was even weirder was that the apostle of Changgena Fanggeng, who had an elephant head and a human body, took out several large barrels directly from the void. As soon as the barrels appeared, the pungent smell of blood hit them in the face.

Six buckets of blood, human blood.

At least twenty liters, this is the only material needed to cast the spell. The reason why the mystery is so scary and the cultists are so feared is not without reason. Maybe their goals can be normal, but every one of their actions, from the inside out, is full of evil and weirdness.

The swollen girl, with her face covered by a folding fan, stood beside the bucket and muttered to herself. The blood in the bucket began to slowly swirl, and then rose upward like a column of water sucked up by a tornado, forming six blood columns. These blood columns were like the tentacles of the swollen girl, carefully tracing along the lines of the secret magic circle, and soaking the complex lines with blood.

Judy, the apostle of Cthugya, still had that dazed look on her face, circling around the lines on the ground in a trance. Wherever her footsteps went, the blood in the lines quickly coagulated, making the dark brown blood clots look even more evil in the firelight.

Blood is the best carrier of vitality. Using blood as a spellcasting material is not evil, at least not completely, but a necessary choice. Judy did not simply dry the blood, but used the burning power to dispel the messy vitality originally contained in the blood, leaving only the purest concept of blood.

"Well, let's get started." The apostle of the Yellow King Hastur, Manager West, stretched out dozens of tentacles from under his yellow robe and adjusted the patterns on the ground at the same time. He did not retract his tentacles until Judy's blood was completely dried up. He said in a high-pitched aria, "Everything is ready. As the stage curtain opens, the greatest final act is about to begin."

"Well, let's get started."

The apostle of the Serpent Father Yig, who had a human body and a snake tail, stuck out his forked tongue and made a hissing sound. Then, there were slight vibrations all around. It was Shudemel and his children starting the activity.

As the secret magic circle was activated, cold winds suddenly blew through the giant underground tunnels. At this time, the swollen girl had put away her fan, removed her disguise, and returned to her original form.

A monster that was as swollen as a giant and had dozens of tentacles all over its body. As the monster chanted in a low voice, the wind became increasingly cold and biting, as if it was the wind of death blowing from the River Styx.

That was the wind of death, the power of death from the power of death, and the wind of death quickly spread throughout the entire underground space.

Life and death are opposites, but they are also the unity of opposites. The stronger the smell of death is, the more it will attract the force of life to gather, just like water will flow to lower places.

Then, attracted by the wind of death, more and more vitality rushed to the magic circle from all directions, accumulating more and more, making the underground space full of vitality.

then……

Snapped.

The polite apostle of Yog-Sothoth clapped his hands, and the life force that filled the entire underground space became thin. Although it was still being replenished from the outside, it could never recover to its previous vibrant state.

The vitality contributed by the people of the entire city, attracted by the power of death and gathered by a giant magic circle, is being gathered on a small magic circle on the ground through the air according to the two mystical principles of "isomorphic resonance" and "concentric transmission". It is carried by the dried blood in the twisted lines. As the vitality accumulates more and more, the dried blood seems to burst with vitality.

At the same time, Judy had walked to the core of the campfire and put her hands into the fire, making the flames grow stronger.

Flames always burn upwards. In Lynch's hometown, there is a saying that fire burns upwards. This is to use this concept to evaporate the gathered life force upwards into the vortex directly above. The only thing missing now is a channel that runs through the top and bottom.

So, the passage came.

(End of this chapter)