Vol 2 Chapter 471: Sacrificial incantation

The sudden grip of Fanlin jumped down. It was an old palm. He held it on Fanlin's wrist with the magic stone bracelet.
"Release the magic power, he can't take this distance." Dumbledore's voice made Fanlin feel a little relieved. The flames and patterns that restricted Death's body had not dissipated. Dumbledore didn't know how to reduce it further. Reaper's range of activities.
"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Fanlin nodded, just a thought, and the pure magic power of the Philosopher's Stone was released from his wrist.
"Professor Dumbledore, that monster..." Van Lin paused for a moment, and Dumbledore was able to absorb magic quickly, as if he didn't need to undergo transformation.
"An immortal existence, but cannot reach the height of the picture, this requires some special methods."
"Special method." Fanlin said, "You mean, spells? But those spells... even the patron saint curse can't get much effect..."
"No, this is still effective. Many of the spells I used later used the power of the patron saint curse, but this is far from enough. The patron saint curse alone is not enough to kill. This requires some other magic. , But I really care about this thing. It’s like the evil that those black magicians studied in the Middle Ages. I need to find some information. We need to know more about him. This is not just something from the age of gods. I suspect that there are still remnants in this world, and many dark creatures can trace his figure in power."
Dumbledore groaned for a moment, "As you can see, the harm that those spells brought him, but only angered him."
"Can he descend into the main world?" Fanlin asked, "After all, it's like those gods..."
"He...can't, this...this is the rule..." The weak voice of the sacrificial priest came over, his complexion as golden paper.
"Mr. Sacrifice." Fanlin exclaimed. Before he could take any action, Sirius stepped forward to help the priest.
"How are you, I see you..."
"I'm... communicating with the gods," the priest gasped slightly, "I paid... some... price, but... also got... a lot of useful things."
"Communication God?" Fanlin didn't feel any energy transfer.
"Yes." Said the priest, and several people took two steps back. Because of the limitations of the temple, the of death could not rush out of this range.
"God, gave me... some guidance and help." The priest said, "This thing retains too much... the nature of the gods. He may be able to destroy the small world of Athens, but he can no longer invade the larger world, here Yes... the corner of the Olympus world was different from the world we live in."
The priest said slowly, his body trembled a little, and Fanlin had not noticed any power flowing in the body of the sacrifice.
"Then we can give up..."
"The believers of the gods can't leave anywhere." Said the priest, his eyes were firmer than ever.
"But... us right now..." Fanlin looked at the people around with a little embarrassment, Sirius was completely unable to help, and his body play was not due to the lock of the sky, except for Dumbledore. Besides supplying magic power, he is also useless.
However, he still hadn't figured out how to use this chain so as to cause deadly damage to the of death.
"It's not just us..." Said the priest, and he held his right arm with his left hand. "There are also gods."
"God?" Fanlin said, he didn't really believe what the sacrifice said, just like the spiritual sustenance the sacrifice was looking for to comfort himself.
"It's the gods," said the sacrifice, "it just needs some special methods."
As the priest said, his left hand exerted a slight force, as if to tear his arm off.
"What are you going to do?" Fanlin asked. He only noticed that the sacrificial right hand had completely changed. The flesh and blood seemed to have never existed. The entire right arm was exposed with golden bones.
"This is the price. After all, the gods want to come, and they always want its believers to welcome it."
The priest said that with a strong pull, Fanlin heard the sound of a bone crack, which was very abrupt. Then, the whole golden right arm was taken off by the priest.
"This is the power contained in the gods, and only the gods can use him." Said the priest, he threw the golden right arm bone into the air, and under the light of the sacrificial scepter, it was like igniting a blazing fire. The whole world is covered with golden color.
Dumbledore did not hinder the sacrificial behavior. This worry about the survival of the entire small world of Athens, it can be said that this concerns the future fate of the Greek wizard.
If this guy is left alone now, one day sooner or later, the Greek belief in gods will be lost, and by that time, the small world that Athens was proud of will no longer exist.
This is the fate of the Greeks, even if it is imposed by the gods, but in the end, the enemies of the gods always require the gods to solve them.
Fanlin didn't quite understand what the sacrifice was using, but the throbbing of the soul made him very uneasy.
Faintly, as if something is coming.
The golden right arm bone began to melt in the light, and once it was decomposed, huge energy swept the entire sealed world in an instant.
The incantations in the sacrificial air are like bursts of Sanskrit sounds, with a strange rhythm, resounding through the world.
Fanlin couldn't tell where it was making the sound~EbookFREE.me~ His soul was covered and wrapped by this strange sound, as if he was tempering their souls and washing the scars on their souls.
The sacrificial scepter also began to melt. It can be seen that the sacrificial spell requires a huge amount of energy, and the previous long spell is for this time.
Use energy to communicate with the world, just to welcome the arrival of the gods.
From the beginning, the ritual planned to do this.
Fanlin didn't understand why the priest didn't try to use this power with Dumbledore to defeat the of death. This might be the difference between the Greek wizard and the English wizard.
British wizards only believe in themselves, and Greek wizards, their belief in gods, will always be before them, even if they are a who cannot descend at all.
The golden light gradually strengthened under the blessing of the temple.
The of death also seemed to feel panic, and in a hurry he threw out countless black light beams, but these light beams were not enough to destroy the magic of the ritual, to be precise, spiritualism.