Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The main material plane, the Western Continent, the Foresta Empire, the outer city of the imperial capital.

In an abandoned house somewhere in a civilian area.

A tall and shriveled figure, his whole body covered in black robes, walked through the abandoned rooms of the house, arranging ritual props.

Bottles of liquid, the remains of unknown creatures, shining magic gems...

There is also a strange magical formation pattern.

"The distant and mysterious black mist."

"You are the cloud overlooking the world, the eternal kingdom outside time, and the mist outside the law."

"As a witness of fair transactions, please pass on to me the lofty things beyond the star realm and the promised things in fair transactions."

The figure in black robe stared at the silver mirror in front of him and uttered an old and withered prayer.

Five seconds pass.

Ten seconds passed——

Nothing happened.

It wasn't until the old black-robed figure lost some patience that the silver mirror suddenly shook.

The dark, illusory mist quietly diffused from the silver mirror.

Then, it swallowed up the whole room he was in.

"finally come."

A light flashed in the eyes of the old man in black robe.

He continued to wait patiently.

After a long time, the fog cleared.

And the silver mirror was quietly broken without knowing when.

Instead, there was a pale skull surrounded by black flames.

The moment he saw the skull, the old man in black robe's eyes became serious.

He could feel the majestic aura lingering on that skull, high and deep, as if coming from beyond the starry sky.

This is indeed a holy thing belonging to the one true God.

Even just a few hints of his aura are enough to make him, the leader among legends, fearful.

But, at the same time.

The heat that came from deep within his heart also began to burn in the heart of the black-robed old man.

As long as the deal with the High Pope of the Ashes Order is completed.

Then, he can also get a ray of ownerless divinity and star cup fragments.

Then, use this to ignite the divine fire and embark on the long step to becoming a god - the road to becoming a god.

Given time, he will surely be able to become a great being that is above the world and the mortal world, and above the stars, just like the owner of this ashes sacred skull.

Of course, the price to complete this deal must not be small.

Although those madmen of the Ashes Order are crazy, they are not fools.

The godlessness of the Master and the Star Grail fragments are extremely attractive to any mythical creature. I have not been related to the Ashes Order and the Lord of Ashes before. How could the other party give it to me for free like this?

The price of this gift has already been marked secretly.

Once the great conspiracy planned by the cults in the Lost Realm to subvert the empire is truly realized——

That would mean the overthrow of the entire empire.

And everything he has owned in the empire for many years will no longer exist.

Not to mention, the so-called shooting kills the first bird.

The overthrow of the empire and the arrival of the evil god. Such a huge outbreak of turmoil will inevitably trigger unrest in the hearts of the people throughout the Western Continent.

Whether it is the Holy See of Dawn or the Alliance of Lords, the Three Towers of Wizards... they must stand up and give an explanation to the entire Order camp.

However, those cult groups are barefoot and are not afraid of wearing shoes. They have already done enough bad things and their hatred has been endless. When the time comes, they will directly hide in the Lost Realm, and naturally they will not care about being recorded one more time. account.

However, as the initiator and betrayer of the empire's overthrow.

He will definitely be caught as a model by the entire order camp and become a wanted object on the wanted list. Especially the Holy See of Dawn will kill him as the summoner of the evil god quickly.

At that time, I will probably be forced to hide in the Lost Realm, and be beaten by those evil cult groups.

The old man in black robe was not a fool. He had already thought about the development of all this as early as the secret gathering of the Golden Dawn.

However, he still chose to propose a deal.

Because his lifespan as a legendary powerhouse is coming to an end, but the boundaries of the throne are so far away.

It was so far away that he didn't even see the hope of touching it.

And he didn't want to die.

For any legend whose longevity is approaching the limit, the desire to survive is the strongest and most intense.

As long as he ignites the divine fire with the ray of ownerless divinity and star cup fragments obtained through the transaction, he can give this decayed human body a new lease of life and become a true mythical creature.

Of course, doing this means giving up a lot of things.

But in the face of the desire for life, the loyalty, justice, or the sense of responsibility that has been instilled in one's heart since childhood all seem so insignificant.

When he was young, he also fought bloody battles, opening up and expanding territory for the empire in the war with the Lost Realm, and he was not afraid of death.

But as his body aged and his spirit gradually decayed, he finally reached where he is now.

A little feeling of emotion just flickered in those withered old eyes, and then disappeared.

"Come in, follow the process I mentioned before, pray to the holy object, and ask about the preparation steps for the divine descending ceremony."

The old man in black robe gestured towards the outside.

Soon, a dead man in black walked into the room and saluted the old man. Without saying too many words or asking questions, he knelt down in front of the black flame skull and began to pray illusively. .

After being rooted in the imperial capital for so many years, the old man naturally also cultivated a group of confidants who were only loyal to himself and no one knew about him.

Of course, it's the kind of secret medicine that will kill you if you don't take the antidote, just like the secret medicine that Norton asked Char to take in the remnants of history.

Xia Ya, who was peeking through the spiritual mark on the giant king's skull above the black mist, couldn't help but sigh: "One Norton fell, but thousands of Nortons stood up."

After all, this is an evil god pollutant that still exists in the world. Even with the legendary strength of the black-robed old man, he does not dare to come into contact with it too much, for fear that the pollutant will unknowingly infect his spirit and cause it to be corrupted into Believer of Ashes.

He had his own confidants who had the power of life and death at his disposal, so he naturally did not want to come into contact with the pollutant in person.

The prayer for the giant king's skull ended quickly.

Soon, the confidant who went to pray returned.

However, the confidant had a confused expression on his face.

"My lord..."

"Huh?" The old man in black robe was somewhat dissatisfied with the confused and uncertain attitude of his confidant, and urged: "Tell me quickly, why are you so hesitant?"

The dead man hesitated for a moment, then walked quickly to the black-robed old man and whispered a few words.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old man's stern gaze.

"Ridiculous! You have been with me for so long, and you can't even handle such a small thing?"

The confidant hesitantly defended: "However, the oracle of the sacred object did instruct it in this way."

"Absurd!" The old man in black robe snorted coldly: "Let me ask you, whose sacred object is this?"

"It's the Lord of Ashes..."

Because he had to explain the prayers, this confidant naturally also knew the real name of the person he was praying to.

"Yes, you also know that this is the Lord of Ashes who likes city-burning fire rituals the most. The believers play the role of the god of death with tattered scythes all day long, and shout burn, burn, burn when they see a couple."

The old man in black robe laughed angrily. He had lost trust in his confidant.

Even though he had to risk exposure to contaminants, he decided to do it himself.

The old man in black robe bowed towards the white skull and recited the prayer of his confidant who died before.

Then, he spoke with respectful words.

"The Supreme, the Great Lord of Ashes——"

"As an ally of your followers, I ask you to allow your grace to descend and inform us of the preparations required for the ritual of divine descent."

Along with his prayer, the white skull and the empty eye sockets on both sides suddenly lit up with black flames, like will-o'-the-wisps.

Immediately afterwards, lines of pale golden text appeared in the sky above the abandoned room.

The old man in black robe looked up——

"1. Cut a thousand kilograms of lean beef into minced meat and cook it until it is ripe. Don't see any fat on it."

"2. Cut a thousand kilograms of fat beef into minced meat and cook it until it is cooked. Don't see any trace of semen on it."

"3. Cut a thousand kilograms of beef cartilage into minced meat and cook it until it is seven-mature. Don't see any meat on it."

"4. Put a thousand pounds of steak..."