Chapter 24 Blood Sacrifice of Two Bodies
"Of course, I've been prepared for this." King Sauron suppressed his inner dissatisfaction. The most urgent thing for him was to quickly change his current body.
He could feel his body getting older, to the point where even breathing was becoming a burden.
"Then you go back first, prepare an empty room, take all the materials with you, and don't let anyone disturb us. After setting up the altar, I will complete the body exchange ceremony for you there." Darian said.
"Can't it be here?" asked King Sauron.
He was worried that such an evil ritual would be discovered and affect his reputation.
"No." Darien smiled.
Actually, it could be anywhere, but the large amount of blood used to draw the magic circle would make the floor very dirty, and the bloody smell would seep into the cracks in the floorboards, making it difficult to clean. Darien didn't want such a dirty room in the tower.
"Okay. Before 3 pm, I will place everything you need at House No. 17 on Golin Road. The ceremony can be completed in 15 days, right?" King Soran said.
"Yes, that's right. Half a month later, on the 23rd, I will be waiting for you there. Bring your new body with you and I will help you complete the ceremony," said Darien.
"Okay, it's settled." King Sauron left.
"We should make some potion to temporarily numb our sense of smell. The smell of the altar is definitely going to be terrible," Darien said to Sewell.
"If you want to keep the blood taken out of the body from drying up, you have to add black rot grass into the blood. Will using such blood to draw the formation affect the effectiveness of the formation?" Seville asked.
He has only been the Master's assistant for a short time and is still studying hard.
"There will be a little bit of a foul smell on both bodies. It's not very strong and can be covered up with perfume. But it's not a particularly serious consequence," said Darian.
"Okay, I understand." Sewell took notes in his notebook.
It was still early, so Darian asked Leon to help look after the store, and he took Sevier to the chicken coop next to the herb garden.
"Coo, coo, coo."
The little hens made a few small cries.
Darien came every day, and they were no longer afraid of him. They continued to do their own things, searching for grass seeds and earthworms in the grass.
Darien picked up each hen and weighed them, estimating how much weight they gained each day. After weighing them, he touched their bellies. The hen's belly was very warm and soft, and it was especially nice to touch.
After putting down the hens, go and clean out the chicken coop.
Darien has a great passion for touching eggs. Sometimes there is a white egg with a shell that is still warm to the touch in those neat little grass nests. The hens lay eggs most of the time, and the nests are occasionally empty.
So now it's prize time.
"One, two, three, four, five... there seems to be more, a total of seven eggs. You all did a great job today. No one missed today's egg-laying activity, so you should get a reward." said Darien.
Sewell scattered handfuls of oatmeal behind him, and the hens gathered around him, clucking, none of them paying any attention to what he said.
Tsk, I'm starting to feel unhappy.
"But in view of your performance, I have decided to take back this reward. Seville, take it, let's go to the kitchen." Darien handed the small basket of eggs to Seville, then snatched the bowl of wheat and dumped it on the ground.
After completing a set of movements, he turned around and left.
Only an angry back was left behind.
In the kitchen, Kenneth was helping to beat the egg whites. He had been beating them for quite a while, trying to make them into fluffy bubbles.
"Oh dear Darien, are you out picking up eggs? Where are the eggs?" Mrs. Fitch poked her head out of the vegetable basket.
"At Seville's place. This smell, are they going to make cake today?" Darien sniffed.
He smelled vanilla pods boiling in milk.
"That's right. We have saved a lot of eggs in the past few days. I think we should make a big cake to celebrate. What kind of filling should I use, cherry or raspberry?" asked Mrs. Fitch.
"Hmm..." Darien was lost in the dust.
"Raspberry, raspberry, raspberry!" said Jenny Pig as she took the apple out of her mouth.
Kenneth thought she was quite cute as a little girl, and bought a bunch of transformation potions on credit, which made it much easier for Jenny Piggy to beat him up.
"I don't want any of them. Do you have orange marmalade? I want orange flavor." said Darien.
"Fitch, go look in the jam cabinet. I forgot if there is any left. It seems that we haven't had time to make it after we finished eating." Mrs. Fitch sniffed and her mustache began to tremble.
"There should be half a jar left, and some orange marmalade in the jam cabinet," said Sewell, who had just walked in.
He took the eggs from the basket and placed them in the hen's bowl, which was lined with straw.
"Orange marmalade and orange zest, they're here." Fitch pushed open the door from the cabinet and two bottles of orange marmalade were pushed out.
Darien picked them up and placed them on the counter.
The cake was not ready yet, and Mr. Wizard was only interested in the step of smoothing the cream, so he walked around the kitchen, secretly ate two handfuls of cherries, and then left the kitchen.
When you don't want to do something, anything else is interesting.
During this morning, Mr. Mage completed countless brilliant ideas that had been put aside. After eating cake as afternoon tea, he finally made a potion to induce loss of smell and took it to the address provided by King Sauron.
"I only wish my gold coins were there," Darien said.
"Of course. This guest is very eager and will not miss any instructions." Seville replied.
The gorse door opened and they came directly to the room prepared by King Soren.
This was a large empty room. All the furniture had been moved away, leaving only some dust marks on the floor from where the furniture had been placed. The curtains were not removed but were drawn tightly. Perhaps King Sauron was afraid that what was happening here would be seen.
In a corner against the wall, everything they would need was prepared.
Darien took a small breath to make sure he didn't smell anything before heading towards the pile.
First up was a whole sack of gold coins.
"Sevier, go and count all of these, no more, no less," he said.
"Okay, master." Seville poured out all the gold coins in the bag with a loud noise.
It was simply the most beautiful sound Darien had ever heard.
If possible, he would like to hold these gold coins and count them one by one, but he doesn't have time now.
He needs to set up the altar and magic circle personally, as only he can do this.
Before counting the gold coins, Sewell helped him carry the two huge iron barrels to the center of the room, opened the lids, and revealed black and somewhat turbid blood inside.
Darien dipped the brush casually and began to draw a magic circle on the ground.
This is a forbidden spell, and anyone who uses it will be punished by God.
Darien slowly filled the magic circle. As the number of runes increased, the coldness on his body became more and more obvious.
All this blood came from the ferocious souls of the dead. They didn't have much kindness in their hearts when they were alive, and they became even more violent after death. The drawing of the formation allowed them to get closer to Darien little by little. As soon as the last stroke was made, they would pounce on Darien and tear him to pieces.
Darien painted slower and slower, his magic draining away bit by bit with each stroke, and before the last stroke his hands were shaking so much that he could barely hold the brush.
The ghosts were so close, and as soon as he finished the last stroke, they would pounce on him and start tearing his flesh along his back.
"Sevier, take out the soul-catching net." said Darien.
Sewell took out a small net bag covered with gauze and gently put it behind him.
The cold feeling disappeared immediately.
Several gray-black soul light balls were in the net bag, crowded together, without the arrogance just now.
"Take him back and brainwash him, then release him. King Sauron will need him." Darion said.
"Yes, Master," said Sewell.
Darien added the finishing touch, and the bloody magic circle was completed.
There is still a little blood left in the bucket. After half a month, the remaining blood will be used on King Sauron and his new body.
"Have we counted our gold and gems?" Darion asked.
"Now that we have 2,000 gold coins and all the gems, we can go back," said Sewell.
"Let's go, I need to take a hot shower, it's a bit disgusting here. I have to burn these clothes, and yours too." Darien frowned.
The expression on Seville's face was a bit regretful.
"Don't stay secretly, I will watch you burn myself." Darien warned him.
"Okay, master." Sewell smiled.
They left the room together.
As King Sauron waited anxiously, the half-month appointment arrived as promised.
Darien brought Seville into the room very early.
King Sauron came earlier.
He had barely slept all night, and the new body he had chosen was his handsome young son Norman.
Norman was given a sleeping potion in advance, and his hands and legs were tied up, making him unconscious.
"I have waited a long time for this day," said King Sauron.
His voice sounded hoarse, like the sound of a dry river being rubbed by the wind.
"Then you will get your wish today. First I have to take away the sense of smell from your current body, and then we can exchange it," Darien said.
King Sauron's sense of smell was brought into the bottle by some small spots of light, and he immediately stopped smelling the bloody smell that filled the room.
"And then?" he asked immediately.
"Then take off all your clothes and lie down in the circle, but before you do that, do the same for your new body," said Darien.
King Soren looked at Sewell.
Seville held the tray, his eyes drifting to the other side. He held the tray just to wait for this moment.
So the old King Sauron had to grunt and peel off his new body and put it to the other side.
"Lie down and close your eyes," Darien said.
The ritual is now only half complete.
The remaining blood in the bucket was drawn on the two bodies, one young and one very old. Various magical materials were placed on the runes, connecting them bit by bit until a closed loop was formed.
"Sevier, close your eyes, don't look or listen," said Darien.
The forbidden spell was chanted from the mouth of the wizard, and like a swarm of zombies running rampant, huge streams of thick blood flowed out from the runes of the magic circle, wrapping around the two bodies.
He chanted the spell faster and faster, his face became paler and paler, and his body trembled, until two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.
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