Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey stood quietly in the center of the ritual formation drawn by Asdaren himself, holding a small silver dagger.

More than 20 selected soldiers sat cross-legged around him, forming a double-layer circular formation.

On each of their bare chests, there were extremely complicated ritual inscriptions and lines drawn. These lines representing the blood connection eventually converged at the heart of their chests.

Asdaren wore an ancient wizard robe that was hastily made, holding another slightly longer golden ritual dagger, and cut a small cut on the right arm of each soldier.

And told them to put their palms on the formation on the ground, so that the fresh blood from the wound on the arm could flow and smear it.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, mixed with the strange aroma of the ritual spices specially prepared by Egno after burning, which made Pierce, who had a sensitive sense of smell, couldn't help but shrug his nose.

"All soldiers, listen up! Take the blood potion immediately, don't waste time!"

The soldiers all picked up the crystal bottles placed beside them, raised their heads and poured the potion into their mouths.

The hall was filled with the sound of swallowing.

"My Lord, the preparatory preparations for the transformation ceremony have been completed." Asdaren stood up and reported to Harvey who was standing in the center of the magic circle, "You can start the transformation. What you need next..."

Harvey nodded patiently, and according to Asdaren's instructions, he gritted his teeth and used a silver dagger to cut a small cut on his palm. He frowned and squeezed out several drops of thick blood, and sprinkled them in the center of the formation.

The moment the blood dripped, Asdaren began to recite spells continuously with a heavy metal friction sound, resounding throughout the castle hall at an extremely weird and uncoordinated frequency.

Harvey listened carefully for a while and found that this was a very ancient language, which was somewhat similar to the pronunciation of the ancient giant language, but it was completely different in some pauses.

It seems that the common method of blood awakening today is not entirely derived from the blood transformation ritual of ancient wizards. It seems that many key ritual processes have been simplified and improved.

Where did these ancient wizards learn this method from... dragons? Giants? Or other intelligent races that have long been extinct?

Harvey pondered while subconsciously following Asdalen's instructions, using mental power as a guide to activate the ritual array.

The complex array on the ground instantly glowed with a faint scarlet light, and Harvey's blood dripped on the core of the array slowly flowed and rolled along the drawn lines and lines.

This small ball of blood followed the lines on the array. Every time it passed a soldier in the array, it would split a thin, almost invisible blood thread, along the soldiers' palms pressed on the ground, and quickly flowed along the lines on their bodies into their hearts.

The first soldier who absorbed Harvey's blood suddenly began to tremble slightly. He gritted his teeth as if he was enduring the pain, and still tried to keep his palm pressed to the ground.

A layer of fine sweat began to emerge from the soldier's naked upper body, and then the sweat seemed to be instantly evaporated by the sudden high temperature of the body, and a faint hot steam rose.

The young soldier blew a stream of hot air from the tip of his nose, and finally couldn't help but want to groan, but the moment he opened his mouth, he unconsciously uttered a strange tone from his mouth.

The sound that came out of his mouth was exactly the same as the spell recited by Asdaren.

As the ceremony continued, more and more soldiers had the same situation, and everyone uttered a completely strange tone from their mouths that was completely unhuman, faintly forming a frequency resonance with the spell in Asdaren's mouth.

This chanting sounded like a sonic attack, making Harvey, who was standing in the center of the magic circle, feel a little dizzy. He shook his body slightly, and felt that the voices of these soldiers seemed to resound in his mind at the same time.

"My lord, please hold on for a moment!" Asdalen said loudly to Harvey, "Please use your mental power to try to connect with the voices in your mind..."

More than 20 young soldiers chanted low and magnificent spells uncontrollably at the same time, like a tide constantly hitting Harvey who was standing in the center.

It was unknown how much time had passed. When Harvey kept using his mental power to distinguish the overlapping sounds that poured into his mind and tried his best to guide the connection.

The sound of the spell chanting finally stopped.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at a soldier closest to him, and the soldier seemed to sense his gaze and immediately looked up and looked at him.

The other party did not speak, but the voice of this young man suddenly rang in Harvey's mind.

"Sir, we succeeded!"

...

In the ritual formation formed by the crowd, about seven or eight soldiers were lying on the ground with their bodies tilted and fainted.

Egno and Reiner, who had been waiting nearby, hurried forward and fed the unconscious soldiers the potion they had prepared in advance, and then ordered the guards at the door to carry them to the next room for a rest.

"They didn't make it through the ritual, but they won't be in any danger of life. They will just feel weak and powerless in the near future..." Asdaren sighed, but he didn't feel sorry. The success rate of this ritual even exceeded his original expectations.

A total of eighteen soldiers and officers successfully completed the blood connection ceremony with Harvey.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

They looked in good condition. Apart from their red eyes, their body temperature was hotter than ordinary people, and their sweat was constantly evaporated, there was no other discomfort or abnormality.

Harvey looked around and looked at the group of steaming strong men around him without saying a word.

He asked in surprise: "Is this... OK? They have awakened their blood talent?"

He turned to look at Asdaren and asked a little embarrassedly, "Why are they all suddenly mute? Everyone stared at me without saying a word. It's so strange!"

Asdalen laughed, "Sir, this is the sequelae of the transformation ritual. They have just experienced the connection with your bloodline and mental power, temporarily lost their language ability, and will recover soon."

He raised his hand and patted a young soldier beside him, explaining patiently to Harvey: "They are like chicks breaking shells at this moment, and they will only subconsciously get close to you. This is from the same source of bloodline. The attraction."

“You can try to use your mental power in your mind, communicate with them, and give instructions to them.”

Harvey nodded and tried briefly to prevent the soldiers from surrounding him. Sure enough, they reacted immediately and sat down cross-legged again, but their eyes were still burning with burning eyes.

"How long will it take for them to return to normal? It's really strange now. I don't want to be followed by them when I take a shower and wash up at night!"

Reiner, who was responsible for assisting Asdaren in the ceremony, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Sir, just hold on for a while, and wait until they escape from the strange state of spiritual and blood resonance, it's fine..."

"Then when will we know what type of blood talent they have awakened?" Egno came over and asked curiously.

"After tonight, after they have completely digested the blood potion, they can start testing their talent abilities..."