A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 70 Spirit Communication Ritual, Mission Completed

A warehouse in the Addison Industrial District, a northwestern suburb of Chicago.

The dimly lit warehouse had an eerie atmosphere, with mold spots spreading across the walls and floors, and several pieces of damaged equipment covered in dust and abandoned.

If you bring a few people and a camera, you can film a horror movie right here.

Or rather, Fingel is trying to make the warehouse more suitable for filming horror movies.

Following the ritual magic procedure provided by the potion, Fingel precisely used the ritual silver dagger to create a wall of spirit in front of Deadpool's corpse.

They also set up three candles and contributed four pieces of dragon blood material obtained from the Kassel alchemy reserve.

The flickering candle flame, the serpentine corpse with only its broken spine intact, and the bizarre materials.

If an outsider were to barge in at this moment, they would likely be terrified and wet themselves; the scene is far too eerie.

That's why Fingel didn't dare to hold this ceremony in the Kassel College dormitory; if the college found out, he wouldn't be able to explain himself no matter how hard he tried.

Fortunately, it's still summer vacation, so Fingel can leave the academy and rent a short-term warehouse in Chicago to experiment with ritual magic.

Once the setup was complete, Fingel became serious. His carefree expression quickly turned solemn, and he took a deep breath before taking out the alchemical oil.

Drip it onto the burning candle, repeating three times until the air is filled with the scent of mint, then slowly infuse your spirituality into the dragon blood sheepskin in front of you.

He whispered in Chinese, "I pray for the power of knowledge, I pray for the power of reason, omniscient and omnipotent Lord of the Stars..."

“I beg you, allow me to communicate with the spirit of this dead servant.”

While reciting the name of the Venerable One, Fingal faintly heard the sound of crashing waves.

What's going on with the exclamation mark?

Fingel's eyes widened suddenly. Cold. He suddenly felt so cold. The temperature in midsummer August seemed unreal. A chilling cold emanated from the surroundings, enough to chill one's heart.

Fingel's heart skipped a beat!
Ever since the Greenland ice sea incident, Fingel has hated sudden cold spells, as they easily remind him of the bloody past beneath the ice sea.

No, now is not the time to think about that. Was there a problem with his arrangements? Or was the ritual provided by the potion itself a deception? Is there something wrong with the Church of the Old Ones?
The cold intensified, and the chilling currents from all sides ignored the body's barriers, forcibly penetrating Fingel's limbs.

Fingel was immediately confused as to whether his limbs had been frozen stiff and completely lost sensation, or whether the ritual had taken away his tactile nerves.

It should be the latter!
Because Fingel's brain did not issue any instructions, his feet seemed to have their own intelligence and took two steps forward on their own.

He then squatted down on his own, picked up the dragon blood sheepskin and pen laid out on the ground, and, ignoring Fingel's subjective will, quickly wrote out a series of Japanese characters.

Fingel's heart was racing faster and faster. It was as if he had misunderstood. There was no problem, but the psychic ritual magic had been a great success!

"Can, can you write in Chinese?" Yes, Fingel's limbs were invaded by the severe cold, but his head, throat and even his entire vocal system were fine.

His arms moved even more urgently, writing a series of hastily written Chinese characters: 'Who are you? Me, what happened to me? Speak, speak! What do you want to do!'

Fingel stared at the words in astonishment, his lips gradually parting into a wide grin. Finally, unable to contain his elation, he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Hahahaha! It's true! It's true!"

"It's all true, no, you're not lying to me! EVA, EVA! Wait for me, wait for me!"

A dimly lit warehouse, a monster's corpse, candlelight and essential oils, and a madman's maniacal laughter combine to create a horrifying scene that could silence a baby crying at night.

Not to mention others, even the hybrids summoned by Fingel using ritual magic and possessed by his limbs were frightened by Fingel's sudden maniacal laughter.

I stopped writing with both arms, feeling extremely embarrassed. For a moment, I didn't know whether to continue holding the pen or throw it away.

There was no way around it; Fingel was simply too excited. He knew that his dragon alchemy was completely incapable of performing such a ritualistic spell to summon the souls of the dead. But the ritualistic magic of the Old Church could handle it with ease.

If we can follow the clues and continue to study in depth to ensure the safety of EVA's soul, then as long as we deal with the physical body, wouldn't we be able to successfully revive EVA?
"Ha, ha, sorry, sorry." Fingel laughed for several minutes before he could finally calm down and apologized to his hands: "I got a little too excited."

"Can you tell me your name?"

Desperate to know what had happened, Deadpool's spirit ignored Fingel's maniacal laughter: 'Who are you?! What did you do to me?!'

Between the lines, there is a sense of fear and apprehension.

“As you can see, I am a psychic who can communicate with the dead.” Fingel, who had mastered the old church’s art of lying without any formal instruction, blurted out, “You are dead now.”

"It is thanks to my abilities that you have been able to temporarily return to the human world."

Just as Fingel refused to accept that EVA was dead, the Deadpool spirit he summoned also refused to accept the fact that he was dead: 'No, you're lying to me! I don't believe it!'

"Why don't you believe me?" Fingel was still curious and wanted to know more: "What state are you in right now? What can you see? What can you hear?"

"Can you tell me? This is very important to me."

"Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. Do you have any last wishes? If it's not too much trouble, I can help."

The soul, a mystery that countless alchemists have spent their entire lives trying to unravel, is now laid bare before Fingel's eyes.

How could you not be tempted? How could you not be curious?
'You bunch of bastards who use us as guinea pigs for experiments! Who would trust you?'

Feel the madness and intense resentment in Deadpool's writing; he's destined to be anything but obedient.

There was still spiritual energy being spent, approaching half of Fingal's total spiritual energy. Fingal sighed, finally stopping the spiritual energy consumption and ending the ritual magic.

Soon, the bitter cold dissipated, the limbs regained their control, and the flames of the three candles gradually went out.

The deceased was emotionally agitated and uncooperative. We'll have to study the mysteries of the soul with a more stable deceased person later.

While thinking, Fingel took out his notebook to make a summary.

Ever since joining the Church of the Old Ones and taking the Reader's Potion, he had developed the habit of carrying a notebook with him: 'A necromancy ritual is a ritualistic magic that draws upon the power of the Old Ones.'

"By properly arranging things and infusing it with one's own spirituality, one can draw upon the power of the past to achieve spiritual communication."

'The price paid was the ritual materials, the consumed spiritual energy, and…' At this point, Fingel glanced at the Deadpool's corpse, deducing a possibility: 'and the soul of the deceased (questionable).'

'It cannot be confirmed whether the deceased's soul has been consumed. We will perform another séance on the corpse tomorrow to confirm.'

The deduction student's potion began to be slowly digested.

Interesting. Fingel put away his notes and prepared to set up new ritual magic. There were still a lot of rituals he hadn't tried yet.

Just then, the phone rang. Without Fingel having to go and check it himself, EVA's gentle voice came through the microphone.

"Norma's entire code has been copied and converted into 939 secret sub-packages."

Fingel stopped his attempt to continue the ceremony: "Thank you, the academy didn't find out, did they? If I were caught betraying them, I wouldn't be able to withstand the principal's pursuit."

In this way, the task, which requires a total of two thousand contribution points, can finally be submitted.

That's far from enough. Thinking of the old church that gave a huge contribution to the resurrection of EVA, Fingel felt that he needed to work even harder to fleece Kassel!
(End of this chapter)