Chapter 558: Summoning Ritual

Chapter 558: Summoning Ritual

"Let us begin."

The head of the group, Wilbur, was dressed in a suit and held a gold-inlaid cane in both hands. He smiled like a gentleman as usual. "We are only one step away from the completion of the godly ascension ceremony."

"Devour. Michael."

Lod lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his eyes flashed with an unknown look. He spoke his request before Wilbur did.

"That's right, that's it."

All of Wilbur looked up, and his greedy eyes gathered. His mouth gradually expanded to the limit, and then directly split into his ears. "Are we going to devour Michael first, or are you going to kill us first?"

Zheng -

The pitch-black zanpakuto pointed at the ground. Lod slowly raised his head. The surging Spiritual Power was like a tidal wave. Wave after wave crashed into the surrounding hollow, setting off ripples that could be seen with the naked eye and causing endless waves.

Kacha.

The ground that had already suffered the impact was now groaning under the pressure. The signs of cracking continued to radiate outwards. The violently rising Spiritual Power was comparable to flames. The friction burned the remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, causing the surrounding space to appear blurry and distorted. It was as if it had been ignited.

"No matter how many times I feel it, it is still so shocking." Wilbur looked at the burning area and couldn't help but sigh. "You look like a human, but you have the power of a high-level angel. I really envy you."

"Last words? Are you done?"

Lod held the pitch-black handle of sword and took half a step forward. The terrifying aura around him that could cause the sky to crack and the earth to tremble and collapse instantly pressed down like a tsunami.

"There is only one last sentence left."

Wilbur was calm. He tidied up his messy clothes and then placed his right hand on his abdomen. His upper body slightly bent forward and made a standard aristocratic etiquette.

"This should be the third time we have met. As a gentleman, I haven't asked for your name. It is a bit rude."

Although we are enemies, if we don't know each other's names, it is undoubtedly an insult to this great ceremony and an insult to the Wattleys.

Tens of thousands of Wilbur's body stiffened, and then his head fell to the ground one after another. The cut on the end of his neck was as smooth as a mirror. Human heads stared at Lod on the other side in disbelief.

"Not bad, your sword technique has become much sharper than the last time we met." The only one left in the suit, Wilbur, laughed and clapped. "Unfortunately, it is useless to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of Wilbur stood up again. He held the head he had dropped and pressed it on his neck again. In the blink of an eye, his injuries were healed.

"I forgot to remind you of something."

Tens of thousands of Wilbur looked at Lod and revealed a strange smile. "The Wilbur that you killed was actually just a defective product. Now, every single one of me in front of you is an even more outstanding individual than him!"

"In other words..."

"We inherited his abilities, and on top of that, we optimized it further. We even touched upon a forbidden domain that only the gods could touch!"

Streams of sticky and viscous blood slowly dripped down the surrounding ruins along the bodies of Wilbur. They gradually converged into a scarlet river that corroded and extracted the remaining life in the earth.

The rivers formed from the blood of tens of thousands of people spread to every corner of the ruins and city. The earth gradually dried up and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the plants began to wither, emitting a strong stench. They turned into scarlet smoke that filled the atmosphere.

A huge scarlet formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city. Countless complicated and huge runes were engraved in it. The scarlet light rose into the sky and turned into a huge dome that covered the area.

"Hiss -"

Just by looking at the formation, Lod felt dizzy and his head swell. It was as if there were steel needles poking into his head. There was also a faint sound of evil whispering in his ears. It was as if he was telling something.

As the faint scarlet smoke drifted away and gradually filled the entire formation, Lod could clearly feel that the life energy in his body was slowly flowing away in an irreversible manner.

"No.. No!"

At this moment, Michael stared at the incantations. A hint of fear appeared on her beautiful face. She cried out, "The meaning of these incantations is not a godly ritual. It is a summoning ritual!"

"Summoning... ritual?!"

Lod was instantly horrified. A terrifying thought quietly appeared in his mind.