Part 3 THE TRAVELER CHAPTER 63 The Raging Kavituva
Choking on his words, Danitz stepped back in disgust and watched Germaine Sparrow light the candle, burn the powder, and drop the pure dew.
Smelling the odor that permeated the room, he couldn’t help but pluck up his voice and say:
”Using, using the wrong material, right?”
He remembers that the Resistance Army did not use “Full Moon Essential Oil”, Deep Sleep Flower, or Chamomile when they sacrificed to the “God of the Sea”.
It wasn’t like they were praying to the Goddess of the Night!
Klein gave him a sideways glance and returned his eyes to the altar:
”No problem.”
As a professional who offered and was offered sacrifices from time to time, he knew very well that the burning of pure dews, essential oils, and herbal powders served two main purposes: one was to help the ritual officiant better adjust his spirituality and get into a state of mind, and the other was to please the corresponding deity, to please the object of the sacrifice, and to increase the probability of the other party’s response, and in this regard, every deity had something to which it belonged to, and which it favored.
This time, the sacrifice mainly relied on the fact that Kavituva was mentally unstable and had gone completely crazy, and that it craved the breath of the gray mist, both of which were indispensable, while the others were unimportant.
As long as the above two conditions are met, to take or not to take pleasure will not affect the ceremony, will not improve the success rate, nor will it increase the possibility of failure, it can be handled perfunctorily.
If Kavituva still had any sense, even if I strictly followed the requirements of the ritual, do you think it would respond to me? Klein made a belly laugh and withdrew half a step backward, ready to begin the most crucial part of the process.
He thought about it, and without turning his head sideways, he directly said:
”Stay away.”
Me? Danez was not angry but pleased, and nodded his head in a hurry:
”Okay, okay!”
He dawdled to the warehouse door, intending to escape as soon as something went wrong.
Klein half-closed his eyes, meditating on the countless balls of light that overlapped one another, and quickly entered a state.
He chanted in Elvish in a low voice:
”Favorite of the sea and spirit world, protector of the Rothschild Archipelago, dominator of undersea creatures, controller of tsunamis and storms, great Kavituva.
”Your faithful servant prays for your gaze;
”Praying that You accept his devotion;
”Praying that You open the gates of the kingdom.”
As the hard, awkward words were spat out one after another, the wind picked up within the walls of spirituality, becoming progressively more violent and seeming to topple everything.
With his coat flying, Klein took out another metal vial he had prepared long ago and dumped roughly 5 milliliters of the remaining Thousand-Faced Hunter blood inside into the air.
This was extremely spiritual material!
The gust of wind sucked away the drops of blood and whistled into the candle flame that symbolized Kavituva, the God of the Sea.
Noiselessly, the candle flame swelled and expanded into an illusory door, its surface covered with symbols and magical signs, and the sound of the sea clattering inside was faintly heard.
Suddenly, all movement disappeared, and only a gasp echoed through that illusory door, as if it hid behind it a behemoth that was struggling to suppress its hunger.
Hoo, hoo, hoo ……
That loud gasp became more and more pronounced and clearer, and it made Danez at the warehouse door go a little numb when he heard it.
Bang!
The illusory door burst open, and a hurricane whose shape could almost be seen rushed out.
In a sharp whining sound, Daniz felt the invisible wall of spirituality shatter, and found himself directly thrown up, like a small boat in a storm, crashing hard against the door with a muffled thud.
He fell to the outside of the warehouse, with multiple cuts on his back from wooden spikes.
The ball of crimson fire that had instinctively coalesced in his hand, on the other hand, was instantly dimmed in the storm and quickly extinguished, like a candle burning near the end.
While he was flying in mid-air, he saw a hideous mouth that looked like a big blood-stained basin appear behind the open illusory door, revealing slightly curved milky white fangs longer than a human’s arm, frantically crashing against the illusory door, wanting to enter directly into the real world, and the sound of the beast-like howl reverberated in the interior of the warehouse in advance, shaking Daniz’s ears and the end of his nose to bleed at the same time.
Klein also flew up in the hurricane just now, and his vision was instantly changed by a bloody, forked, erupted Sung Lover’s Cord of Wooden Serving Boards inducing seasonal nettles.
His body scorched black at once, stiffened in the air, penetrated by the serpent’s core and reduced to ashes from burning paper.
Klein’s figure floated to the other side, his hat falling off and his clothes in disarray, quite a mess.
Fortunately, he knew that something would go wrong, knew that there would be danger, and had been on high alert, not letting his guard down, and had used his paper man double in time.
At that moment, the Kavituva behind the illusory gate that didn’t wobble in the slightest finally realized that the frantic impact was ineffective and stopped.
It inhaled violently, causing the azure sea water to rush in from all directions, collapsing deep in its throat into a vortex that emitted a terrifying suction that could swallow a freighter!
The iron cigarette case on the altar flew up and threw itself into the vortex.
The small cauldron holding the ashes of herbs flew up and threw itself into the vortex.
Many of the miscellaneous items in the warehouse flew up, along with the dirt, and cast themselves into that vortex.
Klein also flew up and cast himself irresistibly into that vortex!
He tried to snap his fingers, ignite the flames, and jump outside the vortex’s area of influence, but the hurricane accompanying the suction ruined his plan.
His figure thins out in a flash and becomes a paper man.
As that paper man plunged into the vortex, Klein, who had floated in another position, once again vacated the air, unable to get rid of the terrifying suction!
At the critical moment, he no longer hesitated and made the “black glove” he wore on his left palm turn pale and tinted with a bit of dark green.
He activated the “writhing hunger”, directly driving up the “steel” McVitie’s soul!
Kraven’s body became heavy for a moment, and then he pushed his left palm forward.
A not-so-thick wall of ice solidified in front of him, briefly isolating him from Poseidon’s vortex.
Taking this opportunity, Kraven landed, and with a heavy stomp of his feet, he plunged into the ground.
Click!
The ice wall only lasted for a second before it was torn into pieces by the majestic suction force and flew into the throat of the giant sea serpent.
Relying on the strength of the living corpse, Klein’s feet used their strength to secure his body and didn’t fly up again, but he still slid inexorably towards the Unreal Door, towards the bloody maw of the Kavituva, dragging two deep grooves on the ground.
Outside the warehouse, Daniz wasn’t much affected by the vortex’s suction, trying to gather fireballs and slam them into the side for Germaine Sparrow to leap out of, only to have them blown out by the raging hurricane again and again.
Klein drew closer and closer to the illusory door, the stench of blood mixed with decay drilling into the end of his nose, and before his eyes were milky white fangs stained with smudges and emitting a chill.
His thoughts raced and he quickly had a solution.
That solution was very simple, that is, to throw out the “all-black eye” that originated from the “secret puppet master” Rosago!
Since you, Kavituva, created a whirlpool of seawater and wanted to devour everything, I’ll let you take a bottle of “magic potion” with no auxiliary materials and the mental pollution of the “Real Creator”! In this way, I don’t believe that you, who are already about to collapse, will be able to support yourself! Klein gritted his teeth and put his hand into his coat pocket.
Perhaps instinctively sensing his sinister intentions, or perhaps the mad Kavituva lacked patience, at this moment, it violently threw back its head and hissed long and loud, causing the seawater vortex at its throat to disintegrate into countless droplets of water, which were spewed outside the illusory door.
Clatter!
A torrential rain fell inside the warehouse, while Kavituva’s throat coalesced into another silver-white, dazzling, countless lightning balls entangled with electricity.
With a boom, it spat out the ball of thunder.
In the midst of the “rainstorm”, the silver-white ball of thunder transformed into a striking bolt of lightning, expanding outwards rapidly, destroying the humble altar and occupying the entire warehouse.
In the sea of converging lightning, Klein’s silhouette continued to emerge and blackened, turning into confetti. Outside the warehouse, Daniz was also affected, his hair standing on end and his body shaking convulsively.
Continuously used up several “paper double”, close to the limit of Klein finally waited for the electricity to subside.
The illusory gate was affected by the complete destruction of the ritual, and it quickly and inexorably closed.
Clang!
”Kavituva’s unwilling hiss was isolated outside the door.
In an instant, the illusory door completely disappeared, the surrounding area was in a mess, and there was only one candle left on top of the altar, flickering weakly.
Bang! Daniz leaned forward into the warehouse wall, barely standing in the doorway.
He tried to speak but couldn’t stop twitching, and the only way he could express his suffocation was with his eyes:
Germaine Sparrow really was a madman!
Banshee Harbor, the experience of the feeling of fear, I can still recall now, and still have nightmares because of it …… Previously, when selecting the things produced by the Resistance, but also caused the curse of the “God of the sea”, along the way, scared me almost escape! …… This time, this time to make some kind of sacrifice, almost summoned Kavituva over, just now is really dangerous to the extreme …… He, how can he be so love of adventure, love to make a big thing? Time and time again, he was looking for excitement at the edge of death! Is this a sign of his madness, or is it the reason?
Kavituva this “God of the Sea” is still very strong ah, even if it is already on the verge of death, even through the “door of sacrifice”, can only penetrate part of the power, but also almost easily solve my …… worthy of being able to rival the “Sea God”. It is a demigod that can resist the “Sea King”…… Klein pulled out his feet from the ground, and saw that the leather boots were already torn and tattered.
At the same time, he realized that whether it was fortunate or inevitable, in any sense, Kavituva was considered to have accepted his “sacrifice”, because the huge sea serpent created a vortex, swallowed the iron cigarette case stained with the smell of gray fog and many other things.
In other words, I can try to locate its hiding place in the spirit world, but only after it dies and stops interfering with and countering my divination …… This kind of searching must be done in the spirit world, and can’t always be done using the gray mist …… Klein just quietly exhaled, and felt the glove on his left palm suddenly fill with the smell of the gray mist. The glove on his left palm was filled with unspeakable madness and hunger all at once, as if it would devour the wearer if it could wait no longer for food.
There are no sinful guys nearby ah …… Klein looked sideways at Daniz in the doorway.
Daniz’s spirit suddenly tightened, only to feel that he was being targeted by some monster and was about to become the other side’s food.
The hunger on that spiritual level oppressed him so much that he trembled slightly, wanting to turn around and run away immediately.
Then he heard Germaine Sparrow’s indifferent voice:
”Close the door from the outside.”
”…… Good!” Danitz forced himself to endure the pain left over from the electric shock, and generalized the door panel that had crashed out to come back, barely blocking the empty hole.
Klein, on the other hand, seized the time to perform a sacrificial ritual, praying to himself, answering himself, and throwing the “writhing hunger” that was about to get out of control on top of the gray mist.
The magical object, which Daniz was too scared to resist, immediately became peaceful, gentle and tame.