People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

It seemed a little impatient, perhaps because he was worried that Sigurd's sudden killing would cause the ceremony to be interrupted.

But he still patiently checked again and again whether there was any problem with tonight's astrology.

"My level is far inferior to that of the 'golden mercenary', which cannot be denied anyway. Therefore, I cannot guarantee that I can correct the mistakes as soon as they make mistakes, so I chose the most stupid and safest way , that is to carry out the sanctification ceremony completely according to the 'manual'."

Powders of no less than ten colors were used to mix and blend with each other. On the ground of this empty library hall in the middle of the night, a huge pentagram of corresponding elements was drawn.

The rough outline was completed, and the middle-aged magician motioned for the others to back off.

He took off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair beside him.

Start from the west side of the whole magician, and keep walking through it facing east.

Everything around was very quiet, whether it was the people in black robes or the blond young man, they all held their breath, for fear of disturbing the man's spellcasting.

Accompanied by his footsteps, in this quiet and somewhat scary environment, the sound of friction between the hard soles and the powder particles on the marble floor can be clearly heard.

The man walked around facing the east with the strokes of a pentagram, and finally stood in the center of the magic circle with his face facing the east, with that special ritual magic sword.

It is a little different from the "sword" in the general perception, it is a short sword with three sword points, like a trident.

At first glance, the shape looks like a small gardening shovel, but the cold-glowing sword's edge also has a wordless surface. Although the shape is funny, it can still cut off human flesh with ease.

The wooden hilt is not "yellow" or "red" in the usual sense, but a black with multicolored glitter.

It was based on the black base color, followed by a layer of special ore powder similar to glitter powder.

"Beneath the realm of chaos and old night, you existed before eternity. In the formless void, where there is neither heaven nor hell, and nothing in which light can be preserved, in the abyss rolling back and forth the dragons at the head of the dragon. Eleven is the curse of Mount Ebal, the Eleven is the ruler of the original power, and above the two, two contending powers..."

The lengthy and cumbersome incantations are confusing to hear, but the fluctuation of magic power accompanying each syllable also clearly tells all the magicians present that this ritual field has indeed been activated and is playing its due role. effect.

Hold the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, so as not to expose the hilt that reflects the color of the moonlight.

Point down, hilt over head.

The man holding the short sword continued his spell.

"Then, in the dark, there are names spoken!"

At this point in the ceremony, Itsuwa and Urakami who were stunned also regained consciousness one after another.

I don't know if it's simply because the two are more adaptable to fighting than ordinary people, or because the magic power unconsciously overflowing from the ritual field activated the healing spell hidden under their clothes.

In short, the two of them noticed the ongoing ceremony here as soon as the ceremony was resumed.

"This is......"

"What the teacher is doing is the prop sanctification ceremony performed by the 'masters' of the 'Golden Dawn' a hundred years ago."

Wuhe looked at the young man, and the young man frantically watched the middle-aged man's movements.

Although his whole body exudes the stench of corrupt nobles, but only his fanatical eyes can't deceive anyone.

He wasn't threatened or anything, he really regarded the magician who was performing the ceremony as his mentor.

Although Itsuwa Urakami regained consciousness, they could neither move nor have more strength to speak.

Although they wanted to interrupt the ceremony, they didn't even have the strength to yell now, probably because the other party made some backup measures after being caught to prevent them who were proficient in escaping from slipping away.

The ceremony continued, and the man's voice was loud and clear.

The reverberation in the empty library gave his voice a sanctity.

"ahih, yh, yhvhalhim, alhimgbvr, yhvhalvhvdaath, yhvhtzbavth, alhimtzbavth, shdialchi, adnihartz!"

Accompanied by the appearance of sacred names one by one, the man's hand turned the sword slowly but rhythmically.

The point of the sword is up and the hilt is down.

Then he lowered the hilt to the level of his heart.

With the flow of magic power, the surrounding area, originally relying on the faint moonlight shining through the upper glass, became brighter and brighter.

As time passed, the moonlight slowly moved to the center of the ritual magic circle.

The magic circle, which seemed to be charged, gave off a soft flash under the moonlight, and dispelled the surrounding darkness.

Obviously the lights in the library are not on, but the whole library is like daytime, bright but not dazzling.

Even in Itsuwa and Urakami who have been in the dark for a long time, they will not feel any discomfort in the eyes because of the sudden bright light.

Once again confirming that there is no problem with the astrology at this time, the man put the sword back into the center of the magic circle.

The point of the sword faces east, making a gesture of revival of Isis, Apophis and Osiris.

From his own shadow he drew a cane, held it in his palm, and began reciting prayers.

"By the names of the ten great and holy gods separated by darkness in the early days of time, I call upon you, 'metatron', prince of azimuth, and 'sandalphon' as mediator of the earth. For Primordial world power casts down the flaming sword of the light of creation, allow the sword made in its image to have its power, and let it serve the gods to banish every harmful spirit and drive away every hostile flow of power."

When the man recited this mantra, everything around him seemed to be frozen.

Wuhe wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but she felt that everything around her had slowed down.

"Wuhe, over there..."

Weakness, trembling, fear.

Urakami's voice made Itsuwa feel uneasy.

Wuhe's vision moved to the direction Urakami was looking at, and for just a split second, Wuhe felt as if his brain had been ripped apart and then rinsed with sulfuric acid.

His eyes were hot, his heart was beating wildly, and his feet were cold.

It's like capturing the core of the sun with the naked eye without any preparation.

Needless to say what will happen to such an overreaching idiot.

"Idiot Oriental Magician, I know I can't see what you're curious about?"

Wuhe's vision was blocked by something, but at this time, Wuhe's eyes kept flickering like a screen of snowflakes, so she couldn't confirm what was blocking her.

His ears were also buzzing, so Wuhe didn't really know what the person who just spoke said.

It took a while for Wuhe, who had lost all five senses, to realize what had happened.

She immediately used Amakusa style's unique pranayama to try to restore her vision as soon as possible, and the turbulent magic power in her body made her feel a little out of breath.

"'Metatron' and 'Sang Defeng', although they are far inferior to the master, they are really amazing guys?"

master?

The moment this word appeared in Itsuwa's mind, her vision was somewhat restored.

It wasn't until this time that she used to see clearly the "thing" in front of her.

Those were four girls in hockey uniforms, and each held a four-bladed gun in their hands.

Chapter 430: The Reverse Kabbalah Evil Tree Qliphoth

"It seems that you are also the successors of the 'golden' line?"

The magic staff in the middle-aged man's hand exudes regular fluctuations in magic power, which means that the sanctification ceremony for the "three-pronged sword" has not stopped.

However, the man did not continue immediately, but looked at the four girls in front of him with some surprise.

Was he surprised that there were four "golden" magicians here, but he was a little interested in the four of them and the "master" they called.

Behind the man, that is, in the east of the ceremony field, two archangels "Metatron" and "Sang Defeng" and Yuehuaxia came to the world.

Wuhe could feel that the magic fluctuations in the entire library began to change drastically.

That is the defense mechanism left by the library to block the "magic book" that might go berserk inside, and at this time it seems to be a compartment that blocks the pressure of the world from the two angels.

Metatron is on the right.

It was the image of a winged man in a white robe.

His flashing light was so dazzling that it was impossible to see his specific form clearly.

But this archangel who is "second to the throne" exudes a very oppressive kingly air.

And the angel named Sang Defeng is on the left.

It was a female figure in a black robe with huge and ornate wings, and was very similar in appearance to Metatron.

But compared with Metatron, who is full of superior posture, the light of this angel of the female form is more subtle, and it is a soft beam that makes people feel warm.

According to the Book of Enoch, he is the angel who rules the fifth day "mathey (マティ)".

Possesses a gigantic figure that can reach the sky, and is the master of the prison that claustrophobic angels have committed crimes.

But at this time, she can only give people a gentle feeling, and she has nothing to do with any harsh "incarcerated".

"I'm afraid you are not those 'inferior gold'? If you can face the arrival of the two angels, you at least have enough 'philosophus (philosopher)' to rate 4=7?"

"!?"

Regarding the evaluation of the man, the man in black robe and the blond youth all showed astonished expressions.

The four girls, whose average age seems to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, are actually the "gold" who is only one step away from this mysterious magician?

"What are you talking about? The master said that we are at most 1=10 'neophyte (new participants)' to 2=9 'zelator (enthusiasts)', how can we be so high?"

"That's right, it's just facing the two angels. It doesn't need such a high standard, can it be done?"

This is impossible.

Middle-aged men can be sure.

Because the existence of the angel itself is not like some great gods in mythology, just showing and reality is enough to burn the soul of the beholder, but the angel of the holy symbol is in any case impossible for ordinary people to close without protection directly visual.

"Also, even though they are also archangels, compared to the 'Raphael' and 'Gabriel' recruited by the master, these two guys are obviously much weaker?"

"Indeed, although the sense of oppression is strong, it's just that strong. The angels recruited by the master are obviously fully prepared, but they will still retreat subconsciously."

"Hee hee hee... Originally, I planned to reinforce it... Hahahaha... It seems that it is unnecessary... Puff! Hahahaha!! !"

Looking at the laughing brown-haired girl, the blond young man on the side furiously wanted to pull out the decorative sword at his waist.

But this movement was immediately stopped by a black-robed magician beside him.

"What are you doing? That guy dared to laugh at the teacher, don't you just..."

"No, Strong. That kid didn't mean to laugh at him. I'm afraid it's because of his physique that his whole body itches when he refines his magic power."

The four members of "Light of New Life" looked at each other as if they were surprised that the enemy could see the problem of Lan Xisi's physique just by meeting them.