Several beams of energy swirled under the impetus of Hawke's spiritual power, fusing into a colorful streamer, which appeared and disappeared from time to time, like a transparent and soft veil, which seemed to break at the touch of a button, but was actually extremely flexible.

Hawke continued to follow the ritual steps described in the ancient texts, his feet leaping around Loren, and the streamer he controlled returned to and fro with his movements.

After about three minutes passed, Hawke suddenly stretched his eyes open, and two strong and powerful hands shook towards the void, and in an instant, the streamer accelerated and spun like a whirlwind.

With a flick of the index finger of Hawk's right hand, the tip of the streamer immediately changed direction, from circling to rushing into the Lolan Dantian.

"Hmm......" streamer drilled into Luo Lan's body with a large amount of spiritual power, colliding with the fighting qi that already occupied the dominant position in it. The two came together and burst out with a violent and uncontrollable energy. This energy was constantly accumulating, vigorously stimulating every organ, every muscle, and every cell in Luo Lan's body......

"Lorraine, hold on!" Rheinharut spoke up and cheered for Loren.

As the caster of the ritual, Hawke also noticed something unusual while mobilizing his energy. He didn't know why the spiritual initiation ceremony was so difficult this time, and there seemed to be an invisible iron wall in Luo Lan's body, which was hard to regret the spiritual power controlled by Hawke.

Tough, that's not a reason to give up. Hawke had no time to wonder what had gone wrong, and he knew only one thing - if he abandoned the ritual halfway, Loren's wizarding talent would be diminished by half.

The Enlightenment Ceremony is not a competition of strength. If the caster's strength is small, it is easy to dampen the recipient's talent, if the strength is large, the recipient will be injured and weakened, and the ritual will fail, and the recipient will die on the spot.

The ritual, which was already not easy, had an iron wall in the middle that came out of nowhere, which instantly raised the requirements for the caster by several levels.

Hawke's forehead gradually oozed sweat, and his breathing became more and more solemn.

"Drink-" Hawke burst out with a snort, and with a little strength, he broke through the iron wall composed of uncondensed fighting qi and injected all the streamers into Luo Lan's body.

In an instant, the streamer and fighting qi in Luo Lan's body exploded, and at this moment, Hawke improvised and drove the spiritual power and the elements of heaven and earth to wrap and condense them.

"It's done!" Loren muttered to himself, he opened his eyes, his eyes like torches. He could feel that in the lower abdomen of his body, there was an additional source cyclone that fused spiritual power and fighting qi.

The newborn source cyclone was like a hungry beast that hadn't eaten for days, greedily absorbing the fighting energy and spiritual power around its body.

Hawke, who sensed the success of the ritual, finally soothed his breath, straightened up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although this spiritual initiation ritual consumes very little spiritual power, the pressure and requirements on the caster should not be underestimated.

After completing the ceremony, Hawke didn't say much, and waited quietly for Loren's nascent source cyclone to finish its first full meal, and then test the results.

One sub-scale passes, three sub-scales pass, and ten sub-scales pass......

Hawke was puzzled, according to common sense, Loran should have completed the absorption, but the fact was that the flow of energy to Loran's body in the surroundings had not slowed down in the slightest.

……

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the long scythe forest, ten kilometers from the town of Shuangqiu, on the border of the Augustian Empire.

"White, will it be ...... now Too early? "On a small hill, a thin, gray-green cloak of a withered old man licked his dry and skinny lips and made a hoarse sound of dead wood.

Beside the old man with dry bones, a man known as "White" was looking into the distance with bloodshot eyes.

White was a rugged man, with his arms wrapped around his chest, and the muscles on his arms bulging, the exact opposite of the shape of the old man with dry bones. He swayed his neck from side to side, letting out two skeletal roars.

"Early? If the Alecles Empire had done it first, what would we have to blame? White freed his arms and continued to move his muscles, a wicked, violent smile on his fleshy face.

Hearing this, the old man with dry bones was silent for a moment, and said slowly in a voice that was only enough for the two of them to hear: "Forty." ”

When White heard this number, his eyebrows tightened, and then he shook his head to express dissatisfaction: "Eighty!" ”

"You...... Don't overdo it! The old man stretched his skinny palm out of his cloak and shook it toward White.

"Excessive? No, no, no, I'm already polite. White turned his head to look down at the short, thin old man with dry bones, "You must know that without us to protect you, you would have become a prisoner of everyone's shouting for death." ”

"Are you threatening me?" The old man's voice lowered slightly.

"What do you think?" White took advantage of the situation to pursue.

"Heh, I'm really old, huh?" The old man with dry bones raised his head slowly, and in his cloak, a stream of green fire was jumping, "I can't do anything to subvert the entire empire, but...... It's more than enough to finish off a few pawns. ”

White and the old man stared at each other for a moment.

After a while, White forced a smile on his cheeks: "Compromise, sixty." ”

"Fifty." The old man replied lightly.

"Okay! Just fifty! White gritted his teeth and made a final decision.

The old man with dry bones sneered, stretched out his right arm like dead wood into his cloak, and as soon as he grasped the void in his right palm, the space above his palm trembled slightly, gradually distorting and deforming.

White stared with bated breath, silently beside him, paying attention to the old man's every move.

In a trance, the distorted space suddenly collapsed, and a crimson crystal clear orb appeared out of thin air. The orb was as big as the old man's right palm, and it hung in midair, and at first glance, it seemed to be held by the old man with dry bones, but in fact, the two did not touch each other.

"Hey, hey." The old man with dry bones sneered, and the orb instantly shone with blood, dyeing dozens of meters around him a touch of red.

"Whew-" In the Scythe Forest, an Wind Demon Wolf suddenly stopped, its dark green eyes turning crimson for a moment, and then back to its original color. It turned, raised its head, and howled.

"Whew-" Immediately after, another Wind Demon Wolf slowed down, turned in the direction of the old man with dry bones, and roared with his head raised.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

“……”

The cries of the wind demon wolf came and went, and there were more and more of them. One, two, three...... Until the number decided by the old man with dry bones and White, fifty.

"Good." The old man with dry bones raised his right palm and grabbed the pearl that was already suspended, "Children, go to the other side of the forest to have a carnival!" ”

……