The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

He walked out of the dormitory with a backpack full of various magic materials on his back and walked straight towards the buildings.

It was an empty classroom. After scouting and investigating in advance, it was found that few people would come here.

The task assigned to Omira in the cult was to arrange the ritual. Judging from the pattern of the magic runes, her position was exactly in the center of the ritual.

The part I was responsible for was just the tip of the iceberg. There must be other members of the sect in the school who were also making arrangements. The scale of this ritual was probably quite large. When the time came, I was at the center of the entire ritual, and I was afraid that I would attract the attention of the entire school in an instant.

But now that things have come to this, I can only continue according to my plan.

She pulled up the curtains and followed the ritual arrangements given by the sect step by step.

Move all the messy tables and chairs aside, grind the materials given by the cult into powder, add water to dissolve it, form a special rune drawing potion, draw the corresponding pattern on the ground, and then place the offerings in the correct position.

She didn't know if it was the effect of the bottle of life supplement, but when she was arranging the rituals and carving runes, she could always hear someone whispering something in her ear. This was very abnormal, but she couldn't care less now.

The rune on her neck was slowly revealing itself, and the power of the contract forced her to act according to the plan, otherwise she would quickly turn into a cold stone sculpture.

"Hmm..." She held her head. The murmur gradually became louder, but she could not hear clearly what it was saying. It seemed to be just some meaningless gibberish.

She endured the discomfort, completed all the preparations, and then took out the things she had prepared from her bag.

Then I hid in the corner of the classroom, waiting for that moment to come.

It is not time to act yet. The cult has not given any signal yet, so Omira has to wait.

She arranged the prepared things in the corner of the classroom. They were some simple homemade disposable magic props. Their effects were basically to cast a magic shield or something like that. At a glance, there were more than a dozen of them, and their levels were not high. The highest did not exceed bronze, and some of the lowest were not even at the level at all, no different from children's toys.

These are the props that Omira had saved up before, and they were basically homemade. Because she had no money and couldn’t afford good materials, they were all disposable props.

Omira could roughly guess what the purpose of this ritual was.

Why is the Tarikat a Tarikat and not some other name?

As a religious group, there must be something to believe in. On this continent, the so-called gods are not allowed to preach. Although some places will worship epic or legendary beings as gods, that is just their wishful thinking.

Professionals at the epic or legendary level don't care whether they believe in them or not, and will not help them because of this.

The power of faith does exist in this world, but it is poisonous to professionals on the mainland. If you use the power of faith, you will gradually transform into the image in the hearts of believers. If you use it too much, you will no longer be yourself in the end, and it will be no different from being killed.

Incense is poisonous, and using the power of faith is tantamount to suicide. This is the consensus among all professionals.

Except for the Vatican in the Holy See, all other cults on the mainland are heretical.

The Holy See is the Holy See. It has no other name but is simply called the Holy See.

What we believe in is light, the good virtues in people's minds, not the so-called god of light, or in other words, there is no such thing as a god of light.

Just two more words make a world of difference. The Vatican believes in the power of light and virtue. This faith without a specific image can only make the dark inside brighter and the bright inside brighter. It can only be said to be a hundred benefits without any harm.

The so-called gods believed by the crazy people like the Black Death Cult are all from the spirit world, terrifying and weird. Omira was forced to join the Black Death Cult very early because of survival, but she was not like other people in the cult who blindly believed in those so-called gods, or spirit world creatures.

The most likely purpose of the ritual that the cult asked him to set up this time is to summon the beings from the spirit world to descend.

There was no way to know what it was, and there was no way to change it. If I didn't do it, I would be dead. All I could do was to stay away from here while saving my life after the ritual summoning was successful.

The most important thing is to survive.

------------------------------------

When Caesar set out in the morning, it was just getting light and there was still a little fog.

In the carriage, Mr. Ishi looked at Caesar and exclaimed with sincere admiration: "I can't believe that it was young people like you who defeated the Dragon of Destruction."

He looks very young, but the words he speaks sound very mature, which makes people feel an indescribable sense of disharmony.

But even Dean Jessica called him senior, which only showed that he was indeed of a higher generation.

Caesar responded modestly: "It's just luck."

"No matter how good your luck is, you still need the support of hard power to accomplish such a great cause." He stretched out his hand to touch his beard, but found that there was none. Then he put his hand down very naturally, and he didn't look embarrassed.

"I'm still a junior, and I still have a lot to learn. For example, I still have a lot of deficiencies in prophecy spells. I hope to learn from you in the future." Caesar praised in return.

"Xize is a very talented kid." Dean Jessica also praised him. "When I was at the border at the beginning, I just asked him to help me collect some materials and taught him some shaping magic. But later, his learning speed exceeded my imagination, so I was willing to teach him more to see what kind of surprises he could bring me."

"This child is very kind-hearted and has helped me a lot," she praised.

To be honest, at the beginning, Caesar was so kind-hearted that he helped the dean only because it was a side quest that could help him learn powerful magic the fastest. But since he was praised, of course he had to accept it with pleasure. Yes, he was so kind-hearted.

As they were extolling each other's business, the dragon carriage drove steadily towards the inner city. In the car, Dean Jessica told Caesar about the arrangements after arriving at the palace. They would first watch a special ceremony, and then take Caesar to talk to Allen IV in detail after the ceremony.

There is a moat between the inner city and the outer city. There is a bridge that can be raised and lowered at the gate leading to the inner city. It will be raised and opened every night and lowered again the next morning.

Unlike the ancient Blue Star where there was no magic, the bridges here were not made of wood, but were built by giant stone golems.

In comparison, this magical one is more intelligent, and because the stone golem can automatically repair itself, as long as it stands on the ground, it can continuously absorb magic power to repair itself, and it can also save a considerable amount of maintenance costs.

Because we got up early and the school was not far from the inner city, the bridge had not been lowered when the dragon car arrived here.

The coachman Rob originally wanted to go down and ask the soldiers in the inner city to let the dragon carriage in early, but was stopped by Dean Jessica. Anyway, there was no rush and there was no need to exercise the privilege, so it didn't matter if he waited a while.

After waiting for a while, an eagle's cry was heard in the sky. It was the voice of a griffin.

A huge golden griffin was flying above the crowd. It circled in the sky for a while, but did not fly into the city. Instead, it flew towards the dragon carriage.

Since there were many other carriages waiting together, there was a burst of exclamations. Many horses became riotous under the influence of this high-level magical beast, and the coachman had to stop their restlessness.

But this blue-striped earth dragon felt nothing at all, and was even a little bored because it had been waiting for a long time.

As the griffin flew towards this side, the carriages on the ground consciously made way for a large piece of open space. Everyone knew where the griffin that could fly freely in the royal capital came from, but only this dragon carriage remained indifferent.

"Is that Dean Jessica?" a female voice came from outside the car.