Chapter 1520 - 1520 The Demon Imp

1520 The Demon Imp

[Hint: The player has obtained a special Item – Demon: Imp Summoning Ritual (Goatskin Scroll) (No. of remaining times to learn: 1/3)

Description: A Demon: Imp Summoning Ritual passed down from the School of Occult. The player can learn the Demon: Imp Summoning Ritual through the Goatskin Scroll.

Prerequisite: Intermediate Alchemy (Level 10) and mid-tier Occult (Level 10).

Additional Description: The player can also use this scroll to set up a magic array. In that state, the player must meet the requirements of Elementary Alchemy Level 3 and Elementary Occult Level 3 (Each time the scroll is used to summon or learn a skill, the number of times you can use the scroll will be reduced).

Special Description: This skill is only effective in certain special worlds. The success rate of using this skill in other worlds will be greatly reduced.

Fang Heng looked at the Goatskin Scroll’s description and then at Yu Jiayuan.

“Summon? A Demon Imp?”

“Yes, you don’t have to worry about anything else. Just complete the ritual and summon the Imp. Leave the rest to me.”

“Alright then.”

Fang Heng grabbed the Goatskin Scroll and activated his mental strength.

“Whoosh!”

The Goatskin Scroll was instantly covered in dark blue flames.

The Goatskin Scroll burned quickly and turned into ashes in front of them.

A dense flow of knowledge and information flowed into Fang Heng’s sea of consciousness.

[Hint: The Imp Summoning Ritual (Goatskin Scroll) has been consumed three times. It has been destroyed.]

[Hint: The player has obtained a special summoning ritual – Demon: Imp Summoning Ritual.]

Fang Heng closed his eyes and sensed the information flow in his mind. He raised his head and asked, “Are the spellcasting materials ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get ready to begin.”

Fang Heng walked to an open space and made a rough estimate in his heart.

“No problem. We’ll do it here.”

Fang Heng squatted down as he spoke and drew two circles on the ground, one big and one small.

“The ritual requires the caster’s blood.”

“I’ll do it.”

Yu Jiayuan was already prepared. She walked forward and cut her wrist.

Fresh blood kept dripping into the sacrificial bottle that was prepared beforehand.

Fang Heng dipped his pen in the blood and drew the patterns of the Alchemy Magic Array on the ground.

As the drawing materials were mixed with blood, the entire magic array gave off a strange glow.

“A summon connecting to hell is one of this world’s taboos. Breaking the taboo will cause one’s spirit to be polluted. When the pollution reaches a certain level, it will cause corrupt or madness.”

“For those who have already been polluted, breaking the taboo will speed up the pollution of our sea of consciousness.”

Yu Jiayuan could clearly feel the pollution spreading in her sea of consciousness.

Fight to the death!

To catch up, she had reserved three days for the pollution to spread.

“We’re about to summon the Imp from hell. It’s recorded in the books of Occult that Demon Imps are creatures from hell’s lowest level. They are born with Chaos attributes and will tempt people to commit crimes. They represent the strength of evil.”

“Someone once summoned an Imp and signed a contract with it. He used the Imp to eliminate the pollution and avoided becoming a Fallen One.”

“Of course, we have to pay a price for this.”

Yu Jiayuan slowly said, “No matter how high the price is, it’s still better than becoming a Fallen One.”

That was the last gamble!

Fang Heng did not say anything. He just listened quietly and concentrated on setting up the magic array ritual.

As the last stroke was drawn to complete the construction of the Alchemy Magic Array, the entire magic array began to spin rapidly.

Fang Heng quickly stood up and took a few steps back.

“Ka ka ka…”

Crimson spatial cracks appeared in the space above the spiraling magic array.

The cracks slowly spread.

Yu Jiayuan stared at the cracks and prayed in her heart.

Success! They had to succeed!

At the same time, outside the abandoned building.

Team 7 members of the investigation team gathered around the abandoned building.

“Sir, they’ve been inside for ten minutes. Suspects Fang Heng and Yu Jiayuan are confirmed to be in the abandoned building. Reinforcements will arrive within five minutes.”

“Alright, don’t act rashly before the reinforcements arrive. The enemy’s strength is unknown and extremely dangerous. Make sure to seal off the surroundings. We must definitely…”

As he spoke, Shan Fucai’s expression changed, and he turned his head to look toward the building.

A dark red light seeped out from the third floor of the abandoned building!

Not good!

The strength of the spatial fluctuations…

Damn it!

It was a ritual!

A ritual to connect to hell!

They had broken a taboo!

All the operation team members looked at the third floor of the abandoned building with solemn expressions.

Those who dared to break the taboo were undoubtedly the most dangerous!

Ruan Ziying stared at the building before her and unconsciously clenched her fists.

Fang Heng.

What was he doing?

Didn’t he say he only came to learn Natural Science? Why did he even attempt the forbidden ritual?

How dare he?

Shan Fucai looked at the dark red in the distance and suddenly felt bad.

That was bad.

Connecting it to the stolen Albra’s Pupil incident, an extremely terrifying thought appeared in his mind.

Could it be that they wanted to hold a sacrificial ritual?

Rituals required the sacrifice of ancient wonders, so they had gone to the Occult training base first to obtain Albra’s Pupil.

Shan Fucai’s forehead broke out in cold sweat.

Those two lunatics!

What were they trying to do?

What kind of high-tier ritual required the sacrifice of an ancient wonder?

No! He couldn’t wait any longer! They had to be stopped!

Shan Fucai waved his hand.

“Act immediately! Pay attention to self-protection and stop them from holding the ritual!”

Ruan Ziying was about to follow him, but Shan Fucai stopped her, “Wait! You stay here!”

…

On the third floor of the abandoned building.

“Chi!”

Above the spiraling magic array, a red-headed creature squeezed out of the void crack.

A Demon Imp!

Its huge head occupied most of its body, and its body looked a little like a newborn human baby. It had dark red wings on its back, short horns on its forehead, and a long tail on its back. Its limbs were extremely thin.

The Demon Imp floated in the air, grinning and revealing its sharp fangs. Its ankles were tied with a red iron chain.

Looking closely, the other end of the iron chain was connected to a crimson void crack.

“Gagaga, human! Why did you summon the great Michelle!”

Fang Heng raised his head and observed the Demon Imp before him. He then looked at Yu Jiayuan beside him and signaled for her to take the lead.

Seeing that the summoning was successful, Yu Jiayuan’s eyes flashed excitedly. She stepped forward and stood before Fang Heng, saying, “Great Lord Michelle, our spirits have been polluted. We want to remove the pollution. For this, we are willing to pay a hundred pure souls as the price.”

“Oh ho!”

When the Demon Imp heard pure souls, its eyes lit up.

“No! Foolish mortal, do you think a hundred pure souls will be enough to make Lord Michelle work for you? No! A thousand! I want a thousand pure souls!”