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Chapter 772: The Modified Summoning Ceremony

Silverstone Cliff Battlefield.

The fight between Victoria and the Sarkaz is still going on. Even the strange changes in the sky cannot stop them, and even the waves of Originium that devour the earth cannot stop the war.

This strange war was led by Victoria, who tried to charge towards his capital, Londinium.

As for the Sarkaz who responded to the challenge, they stood firmly in front of the capital of Victoria, vowing to resist the Victorians' charge to the death.

The dukes' warships were densely packed behind the battlefield, and their Originium artillery rained down upon the Sarkaz army.

On the other side, the Scavenger King who had lost his throne floated in the air, spread his arms and bestowed his power, allowing the fallen Sarkaz to stand up again with a new identity.

A red Originium storm gradually formed behind the Scavenger King and began to approach the battlefield.

Everyone believes that this war will not be interfered with by external forces until one side is completely defeated.

But accidents are only accidents when they are unexpected.

A terrifying muffled roar that resounded through the sky echoed from afar, and a giant skeleton of a beast rolled across the sky and flew towards Londinium. The wreckage of a mountain flew high up, broke through the clouds, and then crashed down.

The battlefield, which had already reached a fever pitch, was so shocked by this scene that it paused.

The Scavenger King almost dropped his staff and turned his head to look behind him in astonishment.

He saw a brand new basin being born on the land.

"Qi Yan blew up Anan?" The Scavenger King was a little dazed.

"Master, how about I go over there to get some information?"

The spirit of the person who was imprisoned for listening to some gossip floated over. Unable to suppress his damn curiosity, he volunteered to find out what was going on.

"...No need."

The Scavenger King shook his head in refusal.

Ling Wei was unwilling to give up, and pointed at Londinium: "Then should I go to Londinium to see the giant beast?"

"You..." The Scavenger King took a deep breath, "You lead a group of Scavenger descendants to attack the Duke of Caister's flagship with the Active Originium Storm."

"Yes!"

Although Ling Bin was unwilling, being able to fight on the battlefield for his clan leader was also his lifelong pursuit.

After sending this guy away, the King of Scavengers turned his head again and looked at the newly born basin.

"Anan will not be destroyed so easily, but I have not felt the unique power of those giant beasts."

The Scavenger King was still terrified and asked, "Qi Yan, did you cause this level of damage by brute force?"

It would be a lie to say that I am not curious.

The Scavenger King was also curious about what was happening over there.

But he couldn't leave here for the time being. He could feel that there was a commander on the Duke's side who was mobilizing the army and controlling the front line, targeting him directly.

Even though they had never met, the Scavenger King could feel that the other party was not simple from this command method.

As the god of war of the Sarkaz, the Scavenger King actually felt a sense of pressure for the first time in a long time.

……

……

In the center of the brand new basin, a ray of red light pierced the ground.

Then the rubble began to shake, and a strange altar surrounded by black stone pillars poked out of the ground as if it had intelligence. In the center of the black stone pillars, a drop of blood released bursts of dense light.

Under the cover of this light, the gravel on the ground turned into active source stone out of thin air and began to spread and grow continuously.

Below the altar, a hot Sarkaz woman climbed up in pain.

"What happened?"

Salus was still a little confused about the situation. She was clearly controlling the 'Blood of Tikaz' to perform the summoning ritual, but was suddenly knocked unconscious by a terrifying force.

If it weren't for the power emanating from the altar protecting her, she would probably not be able to leave even a trace of it at this moment.

Patting his head, Salus tried to clear his blurred vision and turned his head to look around.

Then she was stunned on the spot.

"This...is this still near Silverstone Cliff?" Salus was confused. "Where did this get me?"

"I'm sorry to say you haven't gone anywhere. This is the edge of Silverstone Cliff."

Then came a terrifying voice that Salus would never forget even in his dreams.

Salus turned her head in horror and saw Qi Yan walking towards her step by step.

Behind Qi Yan, there were three embarrassed girls. Their condition was not much different from Salus. They rubbed their heads as they walked, trying to break free from the dizziness caused by the impact.

Qi Yan smiled and said to Salus:

"Go on, I won't disturb you."

Salus' legs felt a little weak, and his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Theresa, and then suddenly shifted away as if he had been electrocuted.

That kind of look was not that of a frightened person trying to find help, but more like a naughty child who had done something wrong and was terrified when he saw an adult looking up at him.

Qi Yan tilted his head in confusion

"Something seems wrong."

Theresa frowned and walked forward, rubbed her eyes hard, and looked at the altar carefully.

Salus subconsciously stood in front of the altar, trying to block Theresa's sight.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yan asked curiously.

"...This is not a ritual to summon Anana." Theresa's tone was a little cold for the first time, "Salus, you modified the content of the ritual. You are using the aftermath of Anana's power to try to summon another existence.

If it weren't for your presumptuous decision, with the progress of the altar, Anana should have descended by now."

"Your Highness, I..."

Salus gritted his teeth, and suddenly seemed to have made up his mind to no longer hide the madness in his heart.

She glared at Theresa and said loudly:

"Yes, I changed the ritual. I can feel that the leader is still alive. Only the leader can save the Sarkaz!

You, and Tresis, you don't understand the greatness of the leader at all. Only by bringing the leader back and letting him lead the Sarkaz can the Sarkaz return to their former glory!"

"The Pardoner is still alive?"

Theresa was startled and turned to look at Qi Yan.

"My hen!"

Qi Yan spread his hands and immediately called out to the Witch King in his body: "Lao Deng, didn't you eat that ghost thing?"

The shadow of the Witch King emerged from behind Qi Yan, and said in confusion, "When did I say I wanted to eat him?

Don’t you think that guy is disgusting? Who can eat that kind of thing? "

"Then where did you take him?" Qi Yan asked.

The shadow of the Witch King kept things a secret at this moment, and pointed at Salus with a smile:

"Anyway, her summoning ritual has reached the final step. You will know the answer if you wait a little longer."

"Who can give me the 'Originium' I'm missing?"

"It is a piece of cake for the first warlock of this land to set this ritual right."

"It's the first time a warlock has ever been under the gods!"

"…Can you *Letania swear* not mention this?"

While Qi Yan was arguing with the shadow of the Witch King, Salus had completely gone crazy. In front of several people, she retreated step by step until her body was pressed tightly against the stone pillar of the altar.

The power of the altar invaded her body, causing Originium crystal clusters to begin growing on her surface at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The intense pain made Salus's expression distorted, but she had no intention of stopping. Instead, she took the initiative to cut wounds on her body so that she could activate the altar and complete the ceremony faster.

Under the gaze of four people and one ghost, Salus' vitality quickly faded, but the excitement on her face became more and more intense.

"I can feel it, Chief, your aura is gradually returning!"

Salus raised his head as much as he could and looked above himself.

The space there was constantly distorting, as if something underneath was struggling and trying to drill out from under the space.

When the distortion reached its extreme, a hole was suddenly torn in the space.

A ball appeared in everyone's sight.

Qi Yan:?

Theresa: ? ?

Salus: ???

"You summoned a ball?!"

Qi Yan couldn't help but exclaimed.

Salus looked at the black ball in disbelief, shaking his head and muttering:

"It shouldn't be like this. The space outside is clearly the leader's aura, why is it a ball?"

"Because this guy's soul is so resilient, I made him into a wrist-weight ball to play with."

After the gap in space was torn open, a voice that Qi Yan was extremely familiar with was heard.

Qi Yan turned his head to look at the shadow of the Witch King beside him and found that the other party stayed obediently where he was and did not go anywhere.

But since the afterimage of the Witch King is still here, then who made the Witch King's voice in the gap in space?

Qi Yan's doubts were soon answered.

A hand stretched out from the gap, grabbed the wrist ball transformed from the soul of the Forgiver, and swung it slowly.

Soon after, the owner of the hand also appeared in everyone's sight.

The Witch King, dressed in a black royal robe, stood outside the gap in space. He narrowed his red eyes and took a deep breath of the air of the land. His long black hair swayed gently in the wind.

Then he showed a nostalgic look and said softly:

"Long time no see, this land."