Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 123 Spells and Crystals

A cool white light shines from above.

All the assistants and apprentices looked up in awe. The king behind the white light ball was so dazzling, but it was hard to see his face clearly, like an angel that mortals couldn't look directly at.

Harlem and several wise men who went down to the hall could not help but look around.

Under the light, one can see the stone walls, pillars, and figures at a glance, as well as the narrow and long tunnels connecting each place, the mysterious patterns carved on the wall panels, the thick and ancient wooden doors and iron doors, and the black stone platforms that look like altars.

What a magnificent and beautiful hall, a brilliant masterpiece of the predecessors of the guild.Haring wrote down what he saw with excitement and pride.

It was the first time in decades that he could see the whole hall so clearly.

Although this hall is still some distance from the place where wildfires are stored, the heat of the flames should not ignite wildfires deep underground.

But out of prudent considerations, coupled with long-standing habits and traditions, everyone in the guild has always only used sealed oil lamps for lighting, and the brazier torch has never been used.

Even the Iron Torch Corridor, which is closer to the ground, usually does not have any exposed open flames, except for extremely important moments, such as welcoming the king.

Harlem looked up at King Joffrey, and the bright white light blurred the king's face, as if looking straight at the sun.

Fortunately, he finally recognized the king nodded.

After receiving the instruction, Harlem turned to look at the black stone altar in the center of the hall, where the sacrifices were already in place.

It is today, and it is now, the rise of guilds, the revival of alchemists, as long as the son of flame is born successfully.

Harlem worriedly checked the layout of the scene.

The outer wall of the altar depicts the magic circle recorded in ancient books, and the ink is mixed with blood, sulfur, silver powder and wildfire.

Nine wooden crosses were placed on the stage of the altar, and the sacrifices were all chained to the crosses, motionless.

The three sacrifices were slaughtered early, and the blood gradually flowed into the inscribed lines on the altar.

The three sacrifices were nooses, just waiting for the flames to come together, and the assistants waiting aside immediately hanged the sacrifices, offering their souls and deaths for the ceremony.

The last three sacrifices fell asleep without any harm.

The sacrifices surrounded a tank full of kerosene.

Harlem took out the scroll in his arms again, and reviewed the ancient spells copied on it word by word to ensure that there were no mistakes, so as not to fail.

This mantra needs to be recited nine times, three times in three languages. It took Harling and the wise men several days to determine its specific meaning, and it took a long time to practice recitation until it was so proficient that there was no pause.

Finally, he looked down to the ground.

The spar given by the king outlined a two-foot-long hexagram array on the ground. In the center of the hexagram was the black stone altar where the sacrifices were placed. Harlem himself and the other five wise men stood in a corner.

This six-pointed star array is not a ritual requirement recorded in classics.

But Harlem's greatest confidence is precisely this extra magic circle, or the spar that contains the power of divine grace.

Records of ancient rituals are not uncommon. Harlem believes that the predecessors must have made many attempts, but the result is conceivable that the lost spell has not yet taken effect.

The ancestors had many speculations about this.Dragons, magic, even gods.

Haring once wondered which explanation to believe.But now, with only a few hedrons, the creation of wildfire can be greatly accelerated, without even more spells or circles.

Harlem seemed to know why those spells had failed.Not the dragon, but the power behind the spar.

Son of Flame, will it like spar?

Harlem took a deep breath, and the clammy air poured into his nose and chest, calming his restless thoughts a little.

Then, he looked at the other five wise men one by one.

Between eye contact, the mysterious ritual that had been lost for countless years quietly began.

The six wise men slowly unfolded the scrolls in their hands.

The first time of the spell was the lingua franca of Westeros brought by the Andals, and Harlem and others sang it loudly together.

"The great ruler of flames and life, you are...

Your followers hereby pray,..., accept the sacrifices we offer with all our hearts, answer the call of the ceremony...

The jumping flame spirit,..."

The voices of the wise men echoed in the spacious hall, trembling, fierce and fanatical, as if they were calling for the gods of faith.

The second time was High Valyrian, which sounded smoother and more beautiful, like a poem.

The third time is in Asshai language, the words are short and coherent, more mysterious and mysterious, it is completely an obscure spell.

Joffrey watched silently from the dais.

The mantra sounds very common, just some words in several languages, and it seems to be very easy to be copied.

But Joffrey had experimented extensively.

The dances and spells of Melisandre and the Alchemist don't work for everyone.

Even if someone completely reproduces it, and there is enough source energy around, it still cannot guarantee that the corresponding spell will be used.

The source of the power of the spell, the high-level runes that suddenly appeared, probably behind this are several powerful existences, and some kind of screening will be carried out on those who pray for power.

How does this response mechanism work?
How are they, or their condition?
Is there a human-like mind, intelligence, or emotion?
All Joffrey knew was that they were not alive, and as to why or why, remained a mystery.

"The great flame and the master of life..." The six wise men in the magic circle chanted to the second round.

Lord of fire and life.Joffrey pondered the title.

Is this referring to the Lord of Light?

Some other existence?
Or is it just a meaningless exaggerated name, just to make the spell seem more mysterious?
"The great flame and ruler of life..."

The wise men chanted to the third round, and began to pose strangely, getting faster and faster, gradually dancing, like a ball of flame.

bang~
The magic circle on the outer wall of the altar suddenly exploded, and the dark green flames snaked up, clinging to every black stone wherever it went, and scorching the entire altar.

The assistants who had been waiting for a long time quickly tightened the noose and ended the lives of the three sacrifices.

The souls of the three sacrifices slowly dissipated in the air.

Joffrey looked over the altar.

The two complicated patterns are absorbing the source energy in the spar, transforming into dense starlight, and showering down on the altar.

The cylinder of kerosene on the altar quickly glowed green.

The wise men retreated gradually, and the spells and dances continued.

The fire snake on the outer wall of the altar climbed up the table and moved towards the wildfire in the center.

The wise man stopped singing and ran out.

Boom~
The wildfire exploded and shattered, and the emerald green flame instantly flooded the entire altar.

Wildfire consumed the three unconscious victims, who awoke in excruciating pain, but all they could do was scream in despair until their throats were destroyed and their bones turned to ashes.

Harlem climbed up the dais, panting heavily, and came to the king.

Joffrey looked intently at the altar.

The wildfire kept pulsating, and the emerald green flames jumped several feet high.The nine sacrifices were all burned to ashes, leaving only six invisible souls.

Silver starlight ensnares the soul, dragging it toward the wild, dancing fire.

(End of this chapter)