Demon Sage

The best time to perform Demon Descension Ceremony is on the night of the first moon, or dusk when the sun has just set, when the last ray of sunlight disappears and the evil creatures become free and cheering excitedly for it.

Their mood affects Demon Descension Ceremony’s success rate.

The location of ceremony is not suitable to be performed at home due to spellcasting. It is best to choose a sparsely populated forest or open space, abandoned factories and other places.

It is forbidden to wash the body with water (no bathing) in the first thirteen days of casting the spell, this is to get close to such a filthy thing as a demon, and it must also be kept dirty in order to be able to get birds of a feather, in ceremony The rotting animal carcasses used are for this.

Doing this is foul to the human senses, but fragrant to the demons.

Seven days before casting the spell, fasting garlic, although no one will like the taste of garlic, but the demon will hate garlic even more.

The preliminary preparations are completed, and the next step is to cast the spell.

On the night when the spell is cast, a magic array must be deployed at the place where the spell is cast. There are various types of arrays, and the specific arrangement depends on the existence of the person the summoner wants to summon.

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The location of the note is one of the rare clean places in this area, surrounded by piles of garbage, rotting food scraps and broken lives Utensils, the smell below the vomit can’t be concealed.

This is the city’s sewers, the dirtiest place in the whole city…probably none.

The handwriting on the spread note paper page is slightly messy, there is still a part of the content on the left, and the approximate image of the ceremony array is drawn on the right paper, which is drawn with a pencil, it can be clearly seen There have been multiple smear corrections.

On the left side of the note, there is an array of rotting lizards and mouse corpses. The image style is naturally exactly the same as the picture on the note.

Someone is doing Demon Descension Ceremony in this filthy place, which is a fact that can be seen with a little discernment.

Did he succeed?

You have to ask the youngster sitting beside the ceremony array.

Xu Qiyun’s line of sight has no focus. If anyone can see his mental state or soul state at the moment, it is roughly like a box of broken paint mixed together in water, in an irreversible way. The forms merge in the chaos, and then become a new color unity.

This process is not much pain.

Xu Qiyun would rather suffer because it makes him feel his presence.

However, the actual state is to take a long-distance bus for several hours, run around a small tree for a thousand meters after getting off the bus, and finally do hundreds of big loops on the horizontal bar, and then go The junkyard looks complex CAD.

The dizziness and nausea made him want to spit out everything in his stomach.

It’s just that judging from the nearby pool of vomit that was still a little hot, he should have nothing to vomit.

As the dizziness in my head gradually subsided, some scattered memories began to emerge.

Donald Grant, 23 years old, was born in Ryan Empire in 1796 in Preston, North Harkshire, a fresh graduate of the Department of Religion at Godot University.

father, the owner of a small grocery store in Preston, died in a grocery store fire in 1815 of the Imperial Calendar…

mother was a worker in a small workshop , died like father in a general store fire in 1815 of the imperial calendar…

The memory ends here!

Xu Qiyun is stunned, why is there only such a little memory, the original soul of this body has amnesia?

impossible, he is a college student. If there is a problem with his brain, how can he learn that knowledge, how can he graduate from college…

Those learned in college Knowledge, at this moment, all disappeared in my mind, and there was not a single bit of knowledge about religious studies left.

It’s like the memory of life has been forcibly truncated and taken away by a certain existence, and only those memories that are extremely impressive, such as parents, such as the language learned since childhood, apart from this, have nothing.

Before Xu Qiyun was annoyed, the dizziness disappeared, and new memories began to appear in his mind. This time was accompanied by a needle-like pain and a scorching burning sensation, as if someone opened the door His top of the head, poured boiling water into it, and the feeling of boiling almost appeared all over his body.

This is not Donald’s memory!

Xu Qiyun confirms this, as there will never be such a feeling during the fusion of the last memory, and nothing is recalled this time.

The scene in front of him suddenly began to blur, his vision suddenly focused on the front of him, ignoring the surrounding garbage, staring at the array drawn with the blood of the Unknown Creature, the hexagram in the center filled with the corpses of rotting animals, the outside. The layer is a blood ring engraved with various special symbols.

next moment The scene in front of you begins to become clear, just like the lens trying to wear glasses, the degree is adjusted, and the clarity of the things in front of you is also adjusted, and finally you can see it completely.

And then, he understood the symbols above…

“Sacrifice…Sacrifice…Descent… …Soul…Wait! What language is this!”

Covering his mouth, Donald looked at the array in astonishment, the symbols and marks on it did not belong to The native language in his mind, under the premise of losing all religious memory, should not be the content that he can recognize.

“Sacrifice…Sacrifice!”

Trying to repeat the meaning of one of the symbols, Donald speaks while listening to his own accent, with a human mouthpiece It is difficult to pronounce this syllable. The vocal cords and tongue seem to be forcibly used as a tool for vocalization. It feels like using a flat-blade screwdriver to turn a Phillips screw cap. It works, but it is not very easy to use, weird and unfamiliar.

This language and vocalization does not belong to his original soul, nor to Donald, but to another, more obscure, indistinguishable learning.

Calm down!

Be calm!

“Eat grapes without spitting up grape skins, don’t eat grapes without spitting up grape skins… eat grapes…”

In order to calm my mind Down, Donald began to try to use tongue twisters to empty his mind first, speaking three languages in turn.

This is a habit left over from a previous life as a debater on a debate team, and the effect… is still a little bit.

I, crossed, here… it should be the sewer, and in front of me is an array that I can understand. From the notes, it is an array of demons, used by the summon demon.

Are you originally a cult member? We are atheists.

Did Donald’s summon bring my soul summon here?

It is pointless to ignore this matter for the time being, the key is what to do next…

To live or to die, that is the question?

The self in the previous life should have been drowned by the flash flood. Maybe this rebirth was an opportunity given by God? Isn’t it bad to waste.

Donald wanted to gather his thoughts, something so simple it was difficult to do at a time like this.

“It doesn’t matter, the most meaningful thing in a person’s life is to live a good life. It’s better than die an untimely death.”

At this time, I can only use The spiritual victory method is to have fun in the midst of suffering, and it is always good to be alive.

Leave the hell out of here first, you can’t spend a night in the sewers.

Bend over to pick up the notes on the ground and the candles used for lighting around the array. This is his own thing, and his eyes move to the Demon Descension Ceremony array next to him, where he lived in his previous life, this thing is a lifetime will not seen, so subconsciously glanced more.

Familiar, loved.

When these two emotions appeared in his mind, Donald shivered violently. Why did he feel good about the rotting corpse… Who is the previous owner of this body? what a guy.

Is this how human beings should feel?

But soon he found that the object of his emotions was not these rotting corpses, but a dark red bead in them.

While Donald pondered why he had this emotion and what the bead was, his index finger and thumb had already taken the bead back and tucked it directly into his waist pocket.

There are too many weird things happening, and your hands don’t obey you… Then don’t listen, as long as you don’t slap yourself in the opposite direction.

Holding the candle, avoiding the dirty things on the ground, and walking a few meters, Donald stopped and returned.

“No matter who you were before, at least now, I, it’s me, even though I use your name, I really don’t like cults or anything, so you can stay in the array of Demon Descension Ceremony. No.”

The place where Donald Grant will perform ceremony is here, in addition to environmental considerations, it is obviously also to avoid being discovered by others, which means that this behavior is in this world The same is not acceptable.

The current Donald Grant wants to live well, so he naturally keeps a distance from the existence of cults.

Donald didn’t know how to get up, so he could only walk forward blindly.

Choose to focus back on yourself, observe your clothes, and try to find some clues about this world.

On his feet are a pair of brown leather shoes, dark brown long pants, a white shirt lined inside, a brown vest over the outer layer, and a gray cloak on the outside.

Finding all the pockets on his body, he found a small string of keys in the left trouser pocket, a copper pocket watch, and the time on it showed that it was 6:30 pm.

In the trousers pocket on the right is a handful of loose coins, 1 shilling and 5 pence. After a little bit of conversion using the concepts of two memories in my mind, it is about 150 yuan.

An upward iron vertical ladder appeared in front of him. Donald put all the things in his hands back into his pockets. The strength of this body can only be said to be average, but it is still no problem to climb a vertical ladder. After stepping on a few floors, the right hand touched the manhole cover, pushed it up, and moved it to the side.

In the dark alley, two unfamiliar faces were looking down at him.

Donald’s eyes stayed on their clothes for a few seconds, and then he saw the short blade in their hands that glowed coldly in the moonlight.

“Sorry, I’m bothering you…”

He reached out and pulled the manhole cover next to him.

“The great king of shadows, we are very grateful for your favor.”

The two murderers looked at the lamb that came to the door and expressed their respect to the god of thieves.