American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 170 Loki makes up a random spell and causes trouble

The head of the church went forward and rang the doorbell of the castle.

"Squeak!"

There was an iron chain inside the door. The servant opened it a crack and looked at the leader who was knocking on the door vigilantly.

"Mr. Robert Knepper?"

"Yes, good morning, I'm Robert Knepper."

The church leader Robert took off his hood, revealing his half-white hair.

"I'm from the Missionary Alliance. I made an appointment with Mr. Mabry Ella before."

The black female servant looked at Robert, nodded and opened the door.

"The gentleman is waiting for you in the study, Mr. Robert."

"Thank you."

Robert nodded and thanked the other party.

Loki, disguised as a priest, followed the crowd into the castle.

Loki and the believers were arranged by black servants to wait in the living room.

The servant personally took the leader Robert to the study.

Loki, who was mixed in the crowd, took advantage of everyone's inattention, slipped out, and quietly followed behind the two of them.

With a creaky sound, the study door was opened and dim light came in.

Robert followed the servant into the study.

The study was dim, and the windows were covered with curtains even in broad daylight.

The burning candles in the room did not add to the feeling of brightness, but instead made him feel even more eerie.

Robert Knepper was the head of the Georgetown Missionary Union.

The organization is composed of a group of wizards obsessed with ancient mystical arts.

Similarly, he is also a doctor who studies the occult and has a very deep level of research in summoning and forbidden magic.

The purpose of his coming here this time was to accept the commission from the castle owner and complete a summoning ceremony.

Just as he was looking around the study, the servant turned the wheelchair behind the desk.

Robert was able to see the face of his owner in the wheelchair.

Half of the other person's face was burnt, revealing a hideous and ugly face.

"Mr. Robert, I'm glad you were able to arrive on time."

The old man named Mabry Ella had half of his face burned and made a hoarse voice.

"This ceremony would not be so easy without your help. You must be very tired after all this journey. Please take a seat."

Robert nodded slightly and thanked the other party, "Thank you, Mr. Ella."

Marbury pushed the wheelchair and walked closer to him. "I heard, Mr. Robert, that you also lost a relative recently. It seems that we have the same sad situation."

Robert said with a complicated expression: "Yes, I... I lost my wife. She died of illness."

"Death lurks in the eaves like a bird, constantly fueling her desires and then taking our lives."

Marbury touched the wound on his face. "When I lost my wife and children, this place was the worst place in the world for me. Every corner of this house reminds me of them."

"Some people have a strong desire to be away from the place where their loved one died when they think about death... But if they act on this impulse, it is often more harmful because it causes the bereaved to deny the new reality."

Marbury pushed the wheelchair with both hands to the bookshelf, looked up at the bookshelf, and continued to say to him:
"The book says that the best thing to do is to stay where you are and fight the grief until it finally becomes just a memory."

As he said this, he turned his gaze to Robert and said, "If possible, I will stay here forever and let the grief become a memory, but I want more than that. That fire caused me to lose my wife and daughter. In order to bring them back, I am willing to pay any price!"

He clapped his hands, and a servant came over from the corner of the room, pushing a safe.

Marbury opened the safe, took out a thick book and handed it to the other party.

"This is the Book of Magdalene. It was previously collected by a private collector. Now I have it. I believe, Mr. Robert, you will help me complete the ritual, summon the angel of death, and help my family return to me, right?"

Robert looked at the Book of Magdalene and nodded hesitantly, "If the recorded magic is correct, we should be able to summon him, although there are many risks involved."

Marbury was very satisfied with the other party's answer and continued, "I will pay you enough to help you resist this risk. So, Mr. Robert, when do we start?"

“Just need to prepare and start in the evening.”

Outside the room, Loki, who had overheard the other party's conversation, narrowed his eyes when he heard that the other party was going to use the "Book of Magdalene" to summon the god of death.

Very good, I can take advantage of this opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

night.

The priests of the Missionary Union, who were ready for work, gathered in the hall holding candles.

Countless magic circles were drawn on the floor of the entire hall, and the magical atmosphere filled the entire space.

Robert, standing in the center of the magic circle, glanced at the "Book of Magdalene" on the shelf with a serious expression.

He looked deeply at the believers who were standing in order and took a deep breath.

"Everyone, we are going to do something that has never been done before, that is, to summon and imprison the god of death. This may be full of dangers, but this is our way to explore the mysteries of the ancient mystic arts, and our great deeds will also be recorded."

The believers in the audience listened quietly to the leader's speech. Loki, wearing a hood, hid among the believers, staring at the book in the other party's hand with burning eyes. The owner of the castle, Mabry, was pushed in a wheelchair by a servant, staring solemnly at Robert who was speaking.

"Okay, now we are going to officially begin."

Robert looked at his watch and opened the Book of Magdalene to summon Death.

"In this darkness, I give you a coin made of stone."

Robert chanted the spell and took out a stone with his left hand.

"In this darkness, I give you the blood that flows from my veins."

When he read this, he took out a dagger, put it on his arm, gritted his teeth and cut the blood vessel.

Blood immediately gushed out, dripping onto the magic circle on the ground.

While Robert was chanting the spell, the churchgoers in the audience also kept chanting Latin spells to help him.

Loki also took advantage of the situation and chanted Latin spells.

As a gifted man, he had already mastered Latin fluently, and he could even perform exorcism rituals skillfully in Latin.

Chanting the spell and feeling the changes in the magical elements in the air, Loki was a little careless at first, but then his expression gradually became a little stunned.

He thought that this group of people were just seeking death without knowing their own limitations.

He was in a good mood and originally wanted to continue playing with the group of people, but now it seems that the situation is not right.

Could it be possible that this group of wizards could really summon the god of death?
Loki was feeling a little panicked now.

Robert on the stage continued his call, "I will also give you a feather plucked from an angel's wing for you to fly to heaven."

He took a feather from his men and threw it to the ground.

The feather that fell to the ground moved slightly, then slowly floated up into the sky.

"boom!"

Finally, the feather that floated into the sky was instantly burned to ashes by a ball of flame.

The feather did not fly away as planned, which made Robert a little flustered.

He swallowed his saliva and recited the spell tremblingly.

“In this darkness, I summon you with poison; in this darkness, I summon you with pain; in this darkness, I open a way, open a door, and summon your arrival.”

As he recited the spell quickly, the magic circle on the ground seemed to be ignited by flames, lighting up from the outside to the center. Then, a strong wind suddenly broke out out of nowhere, filling the entire hall!

The wizards were unable to open their eyes due to the strong wind and felt as if there was a pair of invisible hands in the air, strangling their necks.

Some wizards who lacked strong willpower were blown away by the strong wind and screamed.

"I summon you in the name of my old master. Nata, Ella, and Kneipp summon you."

Enduring the strong wind and invisible pressure, Robert grabbed the platform with difficulty and recited the spell loudly!

Gradually, all the wizards in the audience were completely destroyed. They fell to the ground and were unable to get up. They couldn't even recite the spells to strengthen the formation.

Only Loki stood alone in the strong wind and invisible pressure, chanting spells.

The Frost Giant's physique allows him to easily withstand such pressure.

Robert, who was struggling to stay on the stage, didn't know Loki's identity. Seeing that he was the only one still standing, a look of shock appeared on his face.

How come he didn't know there was such a tough guy in his team? !

Loki repeated the spells that the wizards had chanted before, and looked up at Robert who was still struggling.

He was thinking whether to take advantage of the chaos to snatch the magic book away, when Robert shouted at him, "Recite the second verse of the spell."

Loki was a little dumbfounded when he heard what the other party said.

How would he know how to pronounce the second bar?

After thinking about it, he decided to just make up a magic spell.

As he recited the magic spell he made up, the entire magic circle began to show a fire-like special effect.

A strong glare flashed in the void.

The howling wind made it impossible for everyone to breathe.

Marbury's wheelchair fell to the ground, and he held on to the pillars of the hall to prevent himself from being blown over by the strong wind.

Just when Robert could hardly hold on, a dazzling light flashed in the air, followed by a flash of fire.

With a "bang", a figure appeared out of nowhere in the center of the magic circle in the hall.

In an instant, the strong wind in the entire hall disappeared, and everything became calm.

Everyone lay on the ground in shock. It took them a long time to react and look towards the figure in the formation.

The figure was wearing a black robe, a gas mask-like thing on his head, a black bag in his hand, and a dazzling ruby ​​hanging around his waist.

This is?

Looking at the summoned being before him, Loki's eyes widened in surprise.

This doesn't look like the god of death?!

(End of this chapter)