Chapter 3 Sacrifice
Roland looked up at the priest, but he did not react at all, not noticing Roland's little action at all, and continued to recite his blessing in a strange tone.

Seeing that the priest did not respond, Roland made up his mind and quickened his movements.

Roland quickly covered the key runes and cut off the voice input port, preventing the priest's blessing from being transmitted, ensuring that he would not be sacrificed before the changes were completed.

Afterwards, Roland deleted some useless structures and rebuilt a new sacrificial ceremony in the blank space. He would not make any modifications based on the shit mountain, which was too troublesome for him now.

As Roland slowly constructed a new sacrificial ceremony, as time went by, he discovered that this ceremony took much longer than before. The priest under the altar also became a little nervous from his initial calmness, and recited the blessing faster and faster.

Seeing that this sacrifice had not yet ended after such a long time, the cultists around were a little restless. However, without any orders from the priest, although they were a little restless, they still stayed where they were obediently.

However, a cultist wearing a light golden mask did not stay where he was. He stood up, took out a bottle of black alchemical potion from the box in the corner of the room, walked respectfully to the side of the priest, knelt beside him, and raised the potion with both hands.

After reciting another blessing, the priest quickly picked up the alchemical potion beside him with his right hand, opened the bottle and drank it in one gulp.

As the priest finished drinking the alchemical potion, his magic power began to recover, and Roland decisively increased his extraction of the priest's magic power.

After all, he is just an ordinary person now. If it weren't for the selfless dedication of the priests, who continuously provide magic power through the rituals on the altar, he would not be able to perform the sacrificial ceremony.

After increasing the extraction, the priest's eyes lit up.

Based on past experience, this is a sign of imminent success.

After finally squeezing him dry, Roland finally completed his sacrifice.

Roland stood up, struck the last few runes into the altar, and switched the front end of the priest's ceremony to his own ceremony.

As dark elements poured into the runes from the front, Roland's sacrificial ceremony began.

There was no respect in his tone, nor was there any pretense of mystery like a priest. He spoke in extremely standard and clear language.

"The cradle of the dead, the gathering place of dark elements, the sub-plane of the dead attached to the outside of the material world. I, Roland, am here in the Kingdom of the North, the largest gathering place of orc blood, to offer you my deal."

Roland's voice echoed all around.

Everyone present looked at him with complicated expressions.

Although the cultists' legs were numb from kneeling, they still looked at Roland with disdain and as if he were a fool.

Sacrifice cannot be completed by just saying a few words. The various materials and rituals that only priests know are of paramount importance. He wouldn't think that just saying a few words would be of any use, right?

Look at this child, he is so beautiful, but he turns out to be a fool.

Freina looked at Roland in surprise. Having received a complete extraordinary education, she was aware of Roland's little movements. Although they were different from what she had learned, as soon as Roland finished speaking, those mysterious runes were successfully activated.

As for the priest who presided over the sacrifice, his eyes widened.

What kind of operation is this?
For the first time in all the years he had presided over the sacrifices, was he sacrificed by his own sacrifice, and on the altar he had carefully set up?
This is equivalent to a chef who has worked for decades and is preparing to cook today with full confidence, but the dish he wants to cook tells him that he has to cook it with his own cutting board.

The priest was so angry that he almost laughed.

What, the ingredients want to hit people? What does this kid think of sacrifice? How can such a disrespectful and artistic blessing summon a great being in one go?

You know, he has to recite this set of blessings passed down from his predecessors for at least four hours each time.

Moreover, he pronounced the anchor word incorrectly.

You know, if you pronounce the anchor word incorrectly, you will attract the great existence and bring divine punishment.

But the next moment, the priest could no longer laugh.

A familiar horror descended.

Compared to His previous hurried comings and goings, this time He did not collect the sacrifices immediately, but silently hovered above the altar.

All the people present, except Roland, were suppressed and fell to the ground.

If the priest's blessing was given in an open mic, and he kept calling the will of the dark elemental plane by the wrong name, he would suspect that the priest was calling him, and he would follow the sound to the material world, wasting a lot of time and energy scanning the entire material world to confirm the location of the sacrifice.

Then, Roland's blessing was to directly name the person, so that the will of the dark elemental plane could confirm that someone was calling him, and he didn't have to guess whether it was him.

The largest settlement of orcs, as a hybrid of orcs and humans, is only in the north, which shortens the range of the dark elemental plane's will scan.

However, this is also a vague positioning, mainly because there is no legend to measure the world and engrave the latitude into the world. Even if Roland uses precise latitude coordinates, the dark element plane consciousness cannot understand it.

With a shortened range and more efficient and precise rituals, the response of the Undead Sub-Plane was naturally much faster.

Roland raised his head. He was not afraid, and calmly talked to the descending will of the plane.

Soon, Roland made a deal with Him.

Since the coordinates Roland provided were clearer, the Will of the Dark Elemental Plane did not waste several hours locking the location. Therefore, the blessing Roland could exchange for was not reduced like that of the cultists.

The terrifying power quickly swept around, and all the cultists lost their lives instantly. Everything including their corpses and souls was taken away by Him. In addition, the altars and various materials prepared by the cultists were also taken away by Him.

Then the blessing of the transaction fell.

Countless dark elements poured into Roland's body. All the damage accumulated in his body due to various physical labors in his childhood, environment and other factors were swept away. His frail body developed again and became stronger. At the same time, the magic power in his body began to increase rapidly.

Thanks to his experience in the previous life, Roland decisively guided the surging magic power and began to ascend.

When the surge in magic power stopped, Roland had transformed from an ordinary person into a first-ring wizard.

Although he has just officially entered the ranks of extraordinary people, it is enough. At least he has the power to resist.

Roland opened his eyes, which had turned gray, and slowly fell to the ground.

He walked barefoot to the unconscious Hela and Freya.

(End of this chapter)