Looking at the hint that emerged in his mind, Char naturally had no reason to refuse.
He took a huge risk and staged such a big drama in front of the Ash Cult and the teachers and students of the whole school, disguising himself as a living sacrifice with the common people in mind.
What they are after is the center of the altar, the index finger bone which is the core of this fire sacrifice.
Sixth-level pollutant and extraordinary material.
If converted into Rhine gold coins, it would be worth at least hundreds of thousands, and it would be absolutely out of stock.
After all, the sixth rank corresponds to a title-level beastmaster, or a true emperor-level pet.
No matter which superpower in the Western Continent it is placed in, this is a genuine strategic resource.
Even if a beastmaster has reached the title level, he can rely on this material to further improve his strength... and if the rank is below this, it can directly improve the racial qualifications of the pet.
If he took the usual route, even if Char took on a ton of tasks from the Bureau of Control or the military, he would never be able to exchange for materials of this level, unless he was willing to sign a contract to sell himself and completely become an employee of the Empire.
...
...
"confirm."
[It has been confirmed that the skill prototype can be completed using this extraordinary material: "Amaterasu"]
[Containing the source of the fire...]
[Current containment progress: 1%, 2%...]
Accompanied by azure text prompts.
A silvery figure flashed.
The little snow ferret was summoned to Char's shoulder.
"Take advantage of your chance, Silver."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we fail to contain the victims this time, we may have to tighten our belts for the next year."
“Oh!”
The little ferret nodded seriously.
This is also the opportunity it has been waiting for for a long time.
Master the most lethal moves and firmly secure your position as Char's number one pet, now is the time!
In Yin's ruby-like right pupil, the textures of three blood moons were constantly rotating and reflected into reality.
In the center of the altar, the shriveled finger bone suddenly began to flicker.
Sometimes it becomes solid, sometimes it becomes illusory.
It was as if it was switching back and forth between a real object and a fictional illusion.
And with this transformation between virtual and real——
The dim spots of light, along with the surging black flames around them, began to be sucked towards Yin's left eye.
…
Outside the altar, everyone stared silently at the altar shrouded in dark flames, waiting for the final result.
Those who were able to participate in this operation were naturally experienced arsonists, and this was not their first time to conduct a fire sacrifice.
Although the specifications are different, based on past experience, the offerings of the fire sacrifice will be reduced to ashes within a few seconds.
The Lord's token, which is the core of the sacrifice, will be nourished by the sacrifice, burst out with unimaginable power, and transform into a walking natural disaster.
However--
Ten seconds passed...
Half a minute passed...
One minute passed...
The altar enveloped by pitch-black flames remained calm, with no sign that the fire sacrifice was complete.
"Just wait. The specifications of the token the Lord has given us this time are much better than before, so it is naturally different."
The experienced arsonist spoke up.
So three minutes passed.
The altar wrapped in black flames was still so quiet, with no sound coming from it.
"Don't panic. This time the sacrifice is of the highest quality, selected by the Patriarch. Its quality is enough to match hundreds of mediocre sacrifices... It is normal for the fire sacrifice process to be a little slow."
This time it was the three-ring arsonist leader who spoke up. He was very prestigious in the Ash Cult, and with just one word he calmed down the somewhat agitated arsonists.
Three minutes.
Another three minutes.
Ten minutes later, a young arsonist finally couldn't bear it anymore and approached the altar to observe what was going on inside.
But soon, he let out a shrill howl.
The black flames lingering around the altar didn't care about his identity at all and burned him directly.
Soon, the sound of burning flesh and blood could be heard in the air.
“Don’t bother the Lord rashly.”
The arsonist leader ignored his companion who was wailing in pain on the ground, but warned him with a serious face, and the others nodded in agreement.
So the scene fell into a long wait again.
On the battlefield in the distance, the loud noise of the battle between the king-level pets gradually calmed down.
One of the lava giant's arms and legs had been torn off, and there were two big holes in his chest.
The Patriarch of the Ash Cult was relying solely on his last breath to hold on, trying his best to stop the two four-ring warriors from disrupting the completion of the ceremony.
finally--
When both the Ash Cult and Saint Laurent's teachers and students had been waiting impatiently...
Changes finally occurred in the altar.
The dark flames beside the altar suddenly surged.
Then, in an instant, it suddenly contracted.
The raging black flames seemed to be completely absorbed by something and disappeared completely, revealing the stone altar again.
A hint of relief and joy flashed in the eyes of the arson leader.
According to past experience...when all the black flames disappear, it means the fire sacrifice is complete.
The token bestowed by the Lord no longer emits power unconsciously, but is endowed with divinity and can control power freely.
He broke the sickle in his hand, knelt on the ground respectfully, and spoke with a fanatical look on his face.
"Welcome the Lord to come!"
"Welcome the Lord to come!"
Behind him, almost all the arsonists performed the same action with a pious expression.
They have seen what is going to happen in the future.
With the token of the left finger bone as a carrier... the incarnation of the Lord of Ashes will descend in the imperial capital, turn all rebellious heretics into ashes, and declare the majesty of the Ash Cult to the entire western continent.
but--
Soon, everyone heard footsteps.
The arsonist leader saw a pair of standard-issue boots appear before his eyes, followed by a familiar lazy voice.
"Oh, I didn't expect your sickle to be a ritual consumable... I thought it was some kind of companion martial spirit."
The owner of the voice had a rather cheerful tone and seemed to be in a good mood.
"No, why are you still kneeling here?"
"Forget it, I'll just use him as a target to test out my new skills. Oh yeah, I almost forgot I haven't added any points yet."
The arsonist leader looked up blankly.
Then, he saw the blood-red eyes spinning like a kaleidoscope.
"Amaterasu"
A thousandth of a second later.
The eternally burning cursed flames reduced everything within a hundred meters to ashes.
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