Chapter 888: Sacrifice Ritual

Quinn held the *Book of Orange Lamps* reluctantly and asked: "Will there be other orange lamp mages in the future?"

Qian Chen thought for a moment: "I will probably leave the orange lamp to Miskatonic University. You can establish a new society around the *Book of Orange Lamps*, which will also facilitate our secret preaching at Miskatonic University."

"But the other books of lamps must be sent to the right people!"

He emphasized seriously: "You should read the *Book of White Lamps* in the future! It contains most of the content of the *Book of Seven Lamps*, but be careful about some chapters that cannot be read. Forcibly reading them will only make your spirit and rationality further and further away from humans."

After saying that, Qian Chen took several people out of the Spirit Realm.

In the Witch's Hut on the second floor of the present world, Qian Chen opened his eyes facing the mirror, and the oil lamp in front of him suddenly emitted white light.

In the ritual silver cup in front, rubies, orange tourmalines, yellow amber, green jade, blue opal, cyan jade, and purple amethyst all emitted light of various colors.

Until the water ripples in the cup were calm, each gem contained brilliance and turned into light potions containing spirituality.

When leaving the Spirit Realm, Qian Chen injected about ten points of color lamp spirituality into each gem.

Because of the eternity of gems, these spiritual gems can be used to make some permanent secret artifacts.

Gable, Quinn, and Elijah also opened their eyes. The oil lamps in front of them emitted green, orange, and blue light, but only Gable's green light was the most persistent, almost completely turning the lamp flame of the lamp wick into green light.

Qian Chen snapped his fingers, and the yellow amber gem in the cup dimmed slightly.

A silent thought was imprinted in the mind of the Secret Keeper of the Secret Library who was monitoring Qian Chen not far away.

"He has been staying here and hasn't left!"

The Secret Keeper muttered and repeated.

"He has been staying here and hasn't left!"

Qian Chen said indifferently: "The path of authority lies in obedience."

He used the oil lamp in his hand to melt the orange amber and wrapped it on Quinn's ring.

Soon, an amber seal ring was imprinted with the symbol of the orange lamp—an eye in a bright lamp, shooting eight rays in all directions.

"Now this ring can store three orange lamp arts. I have imprinted the Invisible Shield, Insight Eye, and Feigned Death Technique on it. After using them up, you can inject ten points of spirituality to restore them!"

"At the same time, it also retains the ability to consume lamp spirituality to increase power."

"Consuming one point of lamp-attribute spirituality every ten minutes can make your power equivalent to three adults!"

Quinn took the ring and nodded in ecstasy!

Qian Chen pointed at the blue opal again and inlaid it on the end handle of the magic wand.

Then he said to Elijah: "Using this magic wand, you can add 70% of the power of the blue lamp art to others. At the same time, the magic wand's own ability to store three invisible arts has also been retained."

"Moreover, these three invisible arts are no longer limited to the transcendent stage, the kind that requires potions to cast."

"As long as you complete the secret ritual of the invisible art, you can even imprint the invisible arts of the Baptized stage that require the cooperation of Spirit Realm existences."

"Currently, I have imprinted three kinds of invisible arts for you, namely the Command Technique of the orange lamp, the advancement of hypnosis; the Blindness Technique of the yellow lamp, taking away all light in the enemy's eyes; and the Vengeance Mark of the red lamp, which can leave a mark on the enemy, eavesdrop and know their location, and at the same time accumulate the curses and damage you constantly apply, and detonate at any time!"

Finally, Qian Chen inlaid the jade bean surface close to the glutinous rice variety on the vampire cufflink.

"It can provide you with green lamp spirituality, and at the same time reduce the hidden dangers of this secret artifact. You can strike the enemy's will and absorb spiritual power from the enemy's fear to turn it into your own will! This is a higher-level application of will subduing the vampire's greed Original Sin."

Gable hurriedly placed his hand on his chest and thanked Qian Chen for his gift.

Qian Chen nodded with satisfaction. Gable always puts his position in the most correct place, which makes Qian Chen, this cult leader, have a very strong sense of substitution.

The *Book of Seven Lamps* is like a thick classic with various gems inlaid on the cover, made of colored glaze, and hundreds of parchment papers inside.

Under the title of the *Book of Seven Lamps* is a lamp symbol pieced together with colored glass.

These colored glasses are the real *Book of Seven Lamps*, containing the seven original color lights shone down by Qian Chen's Mirror Ascension Ritual, and are also the key to opening Rainbow Paradise.

Qian Chen stared at the *Book of Seven Lamps* and suddenly said: "Gable, I remember you said that you investigated the remaining personnel of the Original Sin Sect?"

Gable hesitated for a moment before answering: "I have investigated some people who once belonged to the Original Sin Sect of the older generation. Most of them have become ordinary people. Only one guy, by chance, stepped into the mystery world, but he..."

He hesitated slightly before saying: "But he has fallen into the Path of the Blood Cup, relying on selling the blood of temptation in the lower city, and has become the leader of a gang."

"I have been in contact with him, and he has completely fallen into darkness, not far from becoming a dark creature!"

"Sect Master, such people are very much the focus of the Kingdom's Night Watchers. Contacting him is very dangerous!" Elijah added.

Gable turned his head and reprimanded his sister: "The Sect Master has his own ideas, Elijah, you should follow the Lord, not try to lead him."

Elijah lowered her head hurriedly.

Qian Chen asked for the information about that person—his name is Coppola Bai Lang, and he is the mastermind behind a gang called the Bai Lang Gang in the lower city.

The Bai Lang Gang controls part of the transportation industry in the lower city, but mainly relies on guarding warehouses and selling contraband drugs for income."

They sell the filthiest blood potions, mixed with tobacco, spirits, blood, and trace amounts of the blood of temptation, named 'Wolf Blood Wine'.

Judging from the information, the Bai Lang Gang doesn't have much mystery factors, and most of them still follow the traditional black gang path. But judging from the fact that the Bai Lang Gang occasionally disposes of those prostitutes and addicts who have consumed 'Wolf Blood Wine' for too long, Coppola should have already embarked on the Path of the Blood Cup.

Gable even personally dug up the place where the Bai Lang Gang disposed of these people.

Found only white bones...

"Very good!" Qian Chen closed the information, put on his cloak and stood up: "The present world of the path of color light must have omens. First, it must attract the attention of the official and several major forces. This Coppola Bai Lang is a very good target."

"Gable, will you be found from him?"

Gable thought for a moment and shook his head: "I was very careful when contacting him, and we haven't met."

"That's good. I will cover your traces in occultism with white light. Whether it is divination or other transcendent means, you will not be found."

"Then send him on his way today!"

Qian Chen put on his hood, and Gable immediately put on his hat and followed behind him. Quinn and Elijah were a bit at a loss, looking at each other blankly.

He asked in a low voice: "What are we going to do?"

Gable glared at him fiercely: "Didn't you hear the Venerable say? Go kill him..."

Quinn swallowed nervously. He had just joined the sect today... No, the whole sect had just been founded, and then his good brother wrote secret transmissions, summoned everyone to hold a secret ritual, and now he was going to kill people under the cover of night, and it looked like he was preparing to exterminate the family.

Do you have to be so proficient?

Sure enough, we are still a cult, right!

Quinn noticed that Gable looked at him with a meaningful look in his eyes, saying: "Those who betray the sect can only die to redeem themselves!"

Quinn stiffened his neck: "Ma Wen is my good brother, I will not betray him! On the contrary, you are the one with a criminal record of wanting to harm us..."

The late night in Kafas, the remote and deserted corner of Kating Street, the narrow and hidden second floor of the Witch's Hut.

Four cultists wearing black robes and hiding their faces under hoods, holding oil lamps in their hands, letting their shadows sway and reflect outside the window, were plotting to slaughter someone's whole family.

If this is not a cult, what is a cult?

Kafas lower city, No. 32 in the warehouse area near the port.

This is the main stronghold of the Bai Lang Gang. Coppola Bai Lang sat behind the table, checking today's account book.

He was very proficient in numbers. Although he was a transcendent and a hungry person on the Path of the Blood Cup, he almost controlled the entire gang through blood potions. The thugs in the gang consumed a large amount of blood potions derived from the essence of human potions of the blood of temptation.

These blood potions made their flesh powerful, but also increasingly difficult to suppress, and they had a craving for blood potions.

They were therefore domesticated into evil dogs.

But Coppola knew that when this craving reached its limit and began to alienate his own body, he must push open the Ouroboros Gate and become a true transcendent.

Otherwise, he would completely sink into desire and turn into a man-eating monster.

The evil dog would become a vicious wolf that bites its master!

Of course, the thugs in the gang often didn't reach this step before being refined into blood potions by Coppola.

Coppola knew deeply that transcendence also has limits.

If you think you can control the entire gang with mysterious means, there will be big problems sooner or later. So he would insist on checking accounts every day, meeting his capable subordinates, and listening to various news in the lower city...

The moles he corrupted in the police station and the Night Watchers would give him various news about the upper echelons of Kafas City.

He had to keenly judge whether this was a threat to himself.

"The flesh spirituality of that young werewolf is truly wonderful! It's a pity that at this step, the secret transmission in my hand has no secret ritual for the next step! The person who contacted me that time said that the secret transmission in my hand came from the Original Sin Sect... The Original Sin Sect!" A trace of cruelty and cunning flashed in Coppola's eyes: "That is a big sect, there must be clues to go further and become a 'Transformed'."

"Unfortunately... he never came to find me again."

"And his methods were too mysterious. Just by contacting once, I didn't find his clues at all, otherwise... a transcendent of the Original Sin Sect should be delicious!"

Coppola's throat squirmed, and a large amount of saliva secreted in his mouth.

At this moment, he suddenly became alert. There had been no human voice outside for too long!

Although his keen nose didn't smell the smell of blood, the sound of human breathing and walking would not disappear completely.

Coppola slowly opened the drawer and pressed a revolver inside.

He signaled his three strong thugs in front of him to go outside and take a look...

Just then, a figure flew over, so fast that the sound of the wind was left behind. Accompanied by a loud sound of bone breaking, Coppola saw the head of one of his capable subordinates twisted to the back, and a pair of dead gray eyes looked at himself.

The figure didn't stop, and before the other two thugs could draw their guns, he controlled their strong bodies under his arms, one on each side.

At this time, Coppola kicked the table weighing nearly a thousand pounds entirely, smashing it toward the figure.

But he hid behind and kept shooting.

The bullets pierced the desktop, drilling out holes the size of a thumb, wood chips flew, but the figure dodged all the bullets like a ghost. At this time, accompanied by a low spell outside the door: "Darkness!"

All the light was suddenly extinguished.

Coppola was overjoyed. His eyes were green in the darkness. The visitor didn't know at all that he had become a werewolf, and darkness was his hometown.

Coppola hadn't transformed yet, just because he was worried that this was a trap set by the Holy Church or the Night Watchers, forcing him to expose his werewolf identity.

But in the darkness, he could completely cover up some of his characteristics.

But just as the lamp was suddenly extinguished, even the werewolf's dark vision had to adapt for a short while, a green light suddenly erupted in front of Coppola, and the darkness that absorbed all sounds behind the door also shrouded the room.

Vision and hearing were deprived at the same moment.

Coppola couldn't care about anything else. His arms tore through his shirt, then his entire upper body. The originally rough hair grew wildly, and rough black hair like wolf fur covered his whole body.

Two thick legs were anti-joint wolf feet, the muzzle protruded, revealing a mouth of fangs. The transformed werewolf was two meters tall, surging with incomparably powerful strength.

It could overturn items weighing thousands of pounds with one hand!

But at this time, a long sword shrouded in green light pierced him from behind.

The long sword pierced through his heart. The werewolf was almost crazy with pain. Under the surge of the blood of rage before death, it turned its head and reached out to grab behind it, but at this time, a blue light was added to the long sword.

Powerful sacred power suddenly blocked his heart, flowing along the blood vessels to his whole body.

Coppola, who had fallen into the dying state, struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see who attacked him.

Just then, several mysterious figures in cloaks and hoods slowly walked from outside the door and arrived before him.

One of them drew a dagger, and one by one, they slit the throats of the thugs who had been knocked down by the table...

Coppola's emerald eyes stared fixedly at the hooded figure in the lead.

Holding a silver lamp, the figure stepped over the corpses covering the floor as if taking a leisurely stroll, and whispered into Coppola's ear: "Where are the things belonging to the Original Sin Sect?"

Coppola's eyes widened; he bared his full set of fangs, about to bite at the man's throat, but at that moment, the long sword plunged into his heart gave a sudden twist, and the excruciating pain interrupted his movement.

"Want those things? Keep dreaming!"

Coppola gasped with a cold sneer.

"It seems you think death is the end, but I must tell you, it is not..."

The lead hooded figure snapped his fingers, and the lamp above their heads suddenly brightened. He grabbed the werewolf's head, forcing Coppola to look up and stare into the lamplight. At this moment, the flickering flame grew closer and closer to red, just like 'blood'...

The next day, when the police arrived at the Bai Lang Gang, what they saw was this bloody scene of an execution.

Sheriff Oliver covered his nose as he looked at the bodies arranged in a circle in the hall.

They were kneeling on the ground with their throats neatly slit, which allowed their heads to tilt all the way back, staring up at the blood-lamp painted with the symbol of the Lamp Father.

The famous Coppola was kneeling right in the center, his neck slit nearly halfway through, his head bent at a ninety-degree angle to his spine, and his pair of emerald eyes staring fixedly at the blood-lamp directly above.

He was completely naked, like a lamb.

There was not a single survivor in the entire warehouse, which had been arranged like a solemn and grave sacrificial ritual.

The sheriff stepped forward and touched Coppola's chest, discovering that the corpse was hollow and empty; the blood had almost entirely drained away.

He couldn't help but mutter: "We're in big trouble!"

"Go and invite the people from the Holy Church's Faith Appraisal Bureau..."

Sheriff Oliver roared at his subordinates. He looked back at Coppola's wound, which looked like a wide grin, saw the dried blood-light within, and repeated again: "We are in big trouble now!"