From Wild Mage to Wizard King

Roland looked up at the priest, but he didn't react at all. He didn't notice Roland's little move at all and continued to recite his blessing in a strange tone.

Seeing that the priest didn't react, Roland was certain in his heart and sped up his movements.

Roland quickly covered the key runes and cut off the voice input port, so that the priest's blessing could not be transmitted, ensuring that he would not be sacrificed before the modification was completed.

Then, Roland deleted some useless structures and rebuilt a new sacrificial ceremony in the blank space. He would not modify it on the basis of a mountain of shit, which was too troublesome for him now.

While Roland was slowly constructing a new sacrificial ceremony, as time went by, he found that this ceremony took much longer than before. The priest under the altar also became a little nervous from the calmness at the beginning, and the speed of reciting the blessing became faster and faster.

Seeing that the sacrifice had not ended for so long, the cultists around were also a little agitated. However, without any orders from the priest, although they were a little agitated, they still stayed where they were honestly.

However, a cultist wearing a light golden mask did not stay where he was. He stood up, took out a bottle of black alchemical potion from the box in the corner of the room, walked respectfully to the side of the priest, knelt beside him, and raised the potion with both hands.

After reciting another blessing, the priest quickly picked up the alchemical potion beside him with his right hand, opened the bottle and drank it directly in one gulp.

As the priest drank the alchemical potion, his magic power began to recover, and Roland decisively increased the extraction of the priest's magic power.

After all, he is just an ordinary person now. If it were not for the selfless dedication of the priest, who continuously provided magic power through the ritual on the altar, he would not be able to perform the sacrifice ceremony.

After increasing the extraction, the priest's eyes lit up.

According to past experience, this is a sign of imminent success.

And after squeezing him hard in the end, Roland finally completed his own sacrifice ceremony.

Roland stood up, hit the last few runes into the altar, and switched the front end of the priest's ceremony to his own ceremony.

As the dark elements flowed into the runes from the front, Roland's sacrificial ceremony started.

There was no respect in his tone, nor was he pretentious like a priest. He spoke in extremely standard and clear language.

"The cradle of the dead, the gathering place of dark elements, the undead sub-plane attached to the outside of the material world, I, Roland, here, in the Kingdom of the North, the largest gathering place of orc blood, I propose my deal with you."

Roland's voice resounded all around.

The eyes of everyone present were a little complicated when they looked at him.

Although the cultists' legs were a little numb from kneeling, they still looked at Roland with disdain and as if he were a fool.

Sacrifice can't be completed by saying a few words. The various materials and rituals that only priests can master are the top priority. He wouldn't think that saying a few words would be useful, right?

Look at this child, he looks so beautiful, but he turned out to be a fool.

Freina looked at Roland in surprise. Having undergone a complete extraordinary education, she realized Roland's little move. Although it was different from what she had learned, when Roland finished speaking, the mysterious runes were successfully activated.

As for the priest who presided over the sacrifice, his eyes widened.

What kind of operation is this?

For the first time in so many years, the presiding priest was sacrificed by his own sacrifice, and on the altar he carefully set up?

This is equivalent to a chef who has worked for decades. When he is confidently preparing to cook today, the dish he is going to cook tells him that he, the chef, will be cooked and his cutting board will be used.

The priest was almost laughed at by anger.

What, the ingredients want to hit people?

What does this kid think of the sacrifice? How can such a disrespectful and artistic blessing summon a great existence at once?

You know, his set of blessings passed down from his predecessors takes at least four hours to recite each time.

Moreover, his anchor word was pronounced incorrectly.

You know, if the anchor word is pronounced incorrectly, it will provoke the great existence and bring divine punishment.

But, the next moment, the priest could not laugh anymore.

The familiar terror descended.

Compared to the previous rush of Him, this time He did not collect the sacrifice immediately, but silently floated above the altar.

All the people present, except Roland, were suppressed and fainted on the ground.

If the priest's blessing was an open mic, calling the dark elemental plane will with the wrong name, making Him suspect that the priest was calling him, and following the sound to the material world, wasting a lot of time and energy to scan the entire material world to confirm the location of the sacrifice.

Then, Roland's blessing was to directly name the name, so that the dark elemental plane will confirmed that someone was calling Him, and he didn't have to guess whether it was calling Him.

The largest settlement of the half-orc bloodline, as a hybrid of orcs and humans, the half-orc settlement is only in the north, which shortens the range of the dark elemental plane will scan.

However, this was also a vague positioning, mainly because there was no legend to measure the world and engrave the latitude into the world. Even if Roland used precise latitude coordinates, the dark element plane consciousness would not understand.

The shortened range, coupled with more efficient and accurate rituals, naturally made the response of the undead sub-plane much faster.

Roland raised his head, he was not afraid, and calmly talked with the descending plane will.

Soon, Roland reached a deal with Him.

Since the coordinates provided by Roland were clearer, the will of the dark element plane did not waste several hours to lock the position, so the blessing that Roland could exchange did not shrink like the cultists.

The terrifying power quickly swept around, and all the cultists lost their lives in an instant. Everything including corpses and souls was taken away by Him. In addition, the altars and various materials prepared by the cultists were also taken away by Him.

Then, the blessing of the transaction fell.

Countless dark elements poured into Roland's body, and all the damage accumulated in his body due to various physical labor, environment and other factors in his childhood was swept away. His thin body also developed again and became stronger. At the same time, the magic power in his body began to increase rapidly.

Due to the experience of the previous life, Roland decisively guided the surging magic power to start the promotion.

When the magic power surge stopped, Roland had become a first-ring mage from an ordinary person.

Although he had just officially entered the ranks of the extraordinary, it was enough, at least he had the power to resist.

Roland opened his gray eyes and slowly fell to the ground.

He walked barefoot to the unconscious Hela and Freya.