Chapter 170 Loki makes up a random spell and causes trouble

The leader of the church stepped forward and rang the doorbell of the castle.

"Squeak!"

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

"Mr. Robert Knepp?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks."

Robert nodded and thanked the other party.

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

Rocky and the congregation were arranged to wait in the living room by the black servants.

The servant personally took the leader Robert to the study.

Loki, who was mixed in the crowd, stepped out while no one was paying attention, and quietly followed behind the two of them.

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

Robert followed the servant into the study.

The environment in the study room is dark, and the windows are covered with curtains even in broad daylight.

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

Robert Knepp, leader of the Georgetown Missionary Union.

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

Similarly, he is also a doctor who studies occultism, and has a considerable level of research on summoning and taboo magic.

The purpose of his coming here this time is to accept the entrustment of the castle owner and complete a summoning ceremony.

While he was surveying the environment of the study, the servant turned the wheelchair behind the desk.

Robert was able to see clearly the face of the owner of the wheelchair.

Half of the opponent's face was burned, revealing a ferocious and ugly face.

"Mr. Robert, I'm glad you were on time for your appointment."

An old man named Mabri Ella, half of his face was burned, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

"I'm afraid this ceremony wouldn't have been so easy without your help. You must be very tired from the journey. Please sit down."

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, you also lost a relative recently. It seems that we share the same sad situation."

Robert said with a somewhat complicated expression: "Yes, I. I lost my wife. She passed away due to illness."

“Death lurks under the eaves, like a bird, constantly stoking her desires and 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 to me. Every corner of this house reminds me of them."

"Whenever some people talk about death, they will have the strongest desire to stay away from the place where their loved ones died... But if they really follow this impulse, it is often more harmful to them, because it will make the bereaved people Refusing to face the new reality.”

Marbury pushed the wheel of the wheelchair to the bookshelf with two hands, looked up at the books on it, and continued to say to him:

"The book says the best thing to do is to stay where you are and fight the grief until eventually the grief turns into a memory."

As he said that, he looked at Robert, "If possible, I would stay here and let the grief turn into memories, but I want more than that. The fire made me lose my wife and daughter. In order to get them back , I am willing to pay any price!”

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

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

"This is the Book of Magdalene. It was previously in the collection of a private collector. Now that I have obtained it, I believe, Mr. Robert, that you will help me complete the ritual, summon the angel of death, and help my family regain their dignity." Come back to me, right?"

Robert looked at the "Book of Magdalene" and nodded hesitantly, "If the spell recorded 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 withstand this risk. So, Mr. Robert, when do we start?"

"Just need to prepare and we can start in the evening."

Outside the room, Loki, who 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 am just fishing in troubled waters.

night.

The priests of the Missionary Union, who were well prepared, gathered in the hall holding candles.

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

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

He looked deeply at the congregants standing in order and took a deep breath.

"Everyone, we are going to do something here that has never been done before, which is to summon and imprison the God of Death. This may be full of dangers, but this is our way of exploring the mysteries of ancient mysteries, and our great deeds will also be criticized. Record it."

The believers in the audience listened quietly to the leader's speech. Loki wore a hood and hid among the believers, staring at the book in the other'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, let's officially start next."

Robert looked at his watch and opened the "Book of Magdalene" to summon the god of death.

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

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

"In this darkness, I give you blood flowing from my veins."

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

Blood immediately flowed out and dripped onto the magic circle on the ground.

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

Loki also recited Latin spells in the muddy water.

For him, who is already gifted, Latin has long been proficient, and he can even perform exorcism rituals in Latin.

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

He thought that this group of people were just trying to kill themselves.

He was in a good mood and wanted to keep playing with this group of people, but now the situation seems a little wrong.

Could it be that this group of wizards can really summon the god of death?

Loki is a little panicked now.

Robert's summoning on the stage is still going on, "I will give you a feather plucked from the angel's wings for you to fly to the sky."

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

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

"Boom!"

The last feather that floated to the sky was instantly burned to ashes by a ball of fire.

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

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he trembled and quickly recited the spell.

"In this darkness, I summon you with poison; in this darkness, I summon you with pain; in this darkness, I open the way, open the door, and summon your arrival."

As he quickly recited the spell, the magic circle on the ground was like being ignited by flames, shining from the periphery to the center, and then, a strong wind suddenly broke out of thin air, filling the entire hall!

The wizards who couldn't open their eyes because of the strong wind only felt that there seemed to be an invisible hand in the air, strangling their necks.

Some wizards with weak concentration were blown away by the strong wind and screamed.

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

Resisting the strong wind and the invisible pressure, Robert grabbed the stage with difficulty and recited the spell loudly!

Gradually, the wizards under the stage were completely destroyed, fell to the ground and couldn't get up, and even the spell to bless the formation could not be recited.

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

The frost giant's physique allowed him to easily resist such pressure.

Robert, who was struggling on the stage, didn't know Loki's identity. Seeing that he was the only one who could stand, he showed a shocked expression on his face.

How could he not know that there was such a fierce man in his team? !

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

He was thinking about whether to take the magic book away in the chaos, and Robert shouted at him: "Recite the second section of the spell."

Loki was a little dumbfounded when he heard the other party's words.

How could he know how to recite the second section.

After thinking about it, he made up his mind and just made up a magic spell.

As the magic spell he made up was chanted, the whole magic circle showed a special effect like fire.

A strong glare flashed in the void.

The howling wind oppressed everyone and made it impossible to breathe.

Marbury's wheelchair fell to the ground, and he held on to the pillar of the hall tightly to prevent himself from being overturned by the strong wind.

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

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

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

Everyone lay on the ground in shock, and it took them a long time to react and look at the figure in the formation.

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

What is this?

Looking at the summoned existence in front of him, Loki widened his eyes in surprise.

This doesn't seem to be the god of death? !