Chapter 307 - Experiment: Part 2
Chapter 307: Experiment: Part 2
“The secret code of the Sect of Circular Heart…” Lin Sheng looked grave. In the memories he absorbed and the introduction of the cults, there were intros of the Sect of Circular Heart. Not that they were strong, but because the sect was cruel. They had perpetrated many bloody tragedies in the past.
“The Sect of Circular Heart? Are you kidding me?” Melissa was startled.
“Should be correct. I have seen this symbol over ten times. I won’t get it wrong.” Lin Sheng nodded. “But the Paragon of Destiny is here. It is normal to attract these terrorists.” He did not remove the hidden symbol.
“Let’s move on.” As they continued the patrol, Lin Sheng saw the Sect of Circular Heart’s symbol several times and encountered several wildlings, which he finished off promptly. After that, there were further incidents.
Back in the defense station, Lin Sheng told what he had encountered today to the stationed communication officer. That done, he washed his hand of the matters.
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Late night, Lin Sheng stood beside the pit and looked down at the corpses. These were the bodies of the wildlings.
“Captain, what have you found on these bodies?” Melissa asked in a low voice.
“Nothing.” Lin Sheng shook his head. “You can go to bed first. I still need to look around,” he whispered, still standing in front of the pit.
Melissa and the other team members nodded. After making sure that everything was all right, they left.
It was a cloudy night with occasional rolling thunder sound heard in the sky. The pergola where the corpses piled up was quiet and permeated with a faint nasty blood smell. While standing alone in front of the pit, Lin Sheng turned around and watched as the lights in the mansion went out one after another. Until all the lights were off, leaving only the natural moonlight sprinkling down from above. With the snap of his fingers, a plume of black smoke appeared.
A vault guard had brought him the plastic sheet and backpacks for the sacrificial ritual. Lin Sheng took the ceremonial plastic sheet and spread it on the ground. He then took the backpack and directed the vault guard to guard the perimeter.
“The flesh and blood are almost done.” He had been learning Deviltongue for a long time. Before absorbing the memories of the researchers in the research institute, he still had doubts about starting the ritual array study. He was cautious not to change anything for fear that an accident could cause chaos to the ritual array. But after getting his hands on the EAP project, he suddenly recalled a ritual—the sacrificial ritual—that he had used in the beginning.
Back then, there was no dark energy, holy power, nor any bloodline. He had nothing but passion when he plunged into this business. Reckless, young and fearless were best in describing him back then. But as luck would have it, he had made no major mistakes. Thinking back now, Lin Sheng went through and interpreted the ritual sacrifice again based on his understanding of Deviltongue, and he roughly figured out the basic principle of this ceremony.
The sacrificial ritual was a pure and special magic circle. Even the energy of the initiator depended on the dark energy. The requirement for the person presiding over the ceremony was so unimaginably low that as long as the person was a human, there was a sacrifice and a known initiator, anyone could start the circle.
“Back then, I seemed to have all the luck with me. The success rate of the sacrificial ritual is high, so too the risk.” Lin Sheng rearranged the basic elements of the sacrificial ritual, which comprised of the three crucial things: elements, pattern of circle, and language. He now had figured out the elements, the pattern of the circle, and most of the language. If he wanted change this basic circle, he could do it with the snap of his fingers.Read more chapter at vipnovel
After setting up the array, Lin Sheng looked at the Deviltongue on the plastic sheet. He thought for a while, took out a charcoal pen and made some minor changes.
“The blood of three adult humans, a standard bottle of deer blood, one standard unit of redwood, and nine standard units of silver powder—the sacrificial ritual.”
That was the original ritual requirement. Lin Sheng changed some of the keywords in Deviltongue. He reduced the demands of the initiator, increased the number of offerings, and blurred the types. In this way, he could expand the effective range of drawing the dark spirits.
A low requirement and a variety of offerings—once such a ritual was started, it would perform like no other ceremonies.
While revising the circle, Lin Sheng also re-examined the goals of this experiment. And soon, he finished changed the content under the illumination of the flashlight of his mobile phone. After making sure that everything was in order, he got to his feet. The dim moonlight was casting a long shadow behind him.
The wind was blowing strong tonight with the branches on the tree swaying back and forth. The pergola was right behind the mansion. As the pergola was long and massive, it was impossible to see Lin Sheng was there when he stood on the inside.
“The sacrificial ritual used to require adult blood. I’ve switched to using the blood of the wildling. Who knows the dark spirits like it?” Lin Sheng smiled. He stood up, took out the ceremonial materials from his backpack. Placing them according to the steps and positions, he then mixed the ingredients.
After everything was in place and all the vault guards in the vicinity had checked in, Lin Sheng stood in position. He bowed his head, his lips mumbled a voice that only he could hear. He had conducted the ritual so many times he knew the volume of his voice did not matter, but he could not make a mistake in the elements, formation, and language.
The evening wind howled with the branches in the black pine forest swaying like that they would break. The environmental noise had drowned the voice of Lin Sheng chanting the initiator. Yet, the ritual circle came to life.
The sacrificial ritual used to require a living sacrifice, but Lin Sheng changed the language. He placed the flesh of the wildlings here. Any dark spirits only needed to fulfill Lin Sheng’s trivial request and they could take the flesh at will. The task was not challenging, and it was akin to giving things out for free. The dark spirits could not care less whether it was a living sacrifice.
As a hazy blood mark appeared, the flat plastic sheet began to twist and spin. In the center of the plastic sheet, in the blank space, something unusual appeared.
Like thick red grease being stirred and spun, clear lines appeared. In the center of the plastic sheet, a basin-sized bloody vortex formed.
Lin Sheng continued chanting the initiator, his face undisturbed. He poured the pre-mixed blood in the bowl into the swirling bloody vortex.
In a split second, a vibrating sound alternating from faint to loud came from the bloody vortex. Something rose from the vortex. It was the face of a human. The human face looked more vivid as it rose higher as if it wanted to break free from the shackle of the ritual circle.
Lin Sheng’s expression remained unchanged. He put down the bowl, picked up the redwood, and gingerly tossed it to the human face. If all goes well, this redwood would submerge in the vortex and disappear, and he would get the mysterious knowledge and ability transmitted by the dark spirit. This was the ceremony’s standard procedure.
However, after getting his hands on the research project of the research institute, Lin Sheng did not want to remake the same sacrificial ritual. Just as the redwood was about to fall into the vortex, he uttered, “Disaka!” It was a Deviltongue word. As the redwood sank into the vortex, Lin Sheng experienced a violent explosion on the spiritual level.