In the dim moonlight, a dozen figures wrapped tightly under their cloaks appeared from various hidden corners, converging towards the same goal.

Soon, they came to the door of the room they remembered, and they were waiting there a little crampedly.

Several figures who participated for the first time were still looking around nervously, for fear that a few prisoners with sticks and ropes would jump out of the darkness in the blind spot.

"Bang-"

The huge sound of the door opening startled the highly nervous figures, and four or five newcomers who had never experienced this subconsciously rubbed their palms, and the golden tassels brewed rapidly between the palms and fingers, and in the blink of an eye, they almost condensed into the appearance of weapons.

The cold gaze focused on his body, and he found that it was the newcomers who were nervous about him who calmed down the surging magic power, and let the almost formed "secret weapon" dissipate without a trace.

Casillas withdrew his glance and said nothing.

He turned around expressionlessly and led the others who were standing outside the room into the room.

It's not the first time that a dark gathering like this has been held, and occasionally a new member or two joins them.

Therefore, the ridiculous farce will come every now and then.

Casillas had tried to get used to it, after all, no matter how unbearable they were now, after embracing the darkness, they would soon grow into worthy men.

......

Stopping, Casillas motioned for the others to stand in their assigned position, then gestured to the black stone sculpture enclosed in the center.

"Hum—"

With a buzzing sound, a miserable green beam of light hit the stone carving.

The ring of light spread out in all directions like a feedback, sweeping over the crowd before they could react.

In an instant, the house was empty.

......

"Ahh

"Hmm-"

...

Casillas stood in a large stone hall lit by torches stuck in the stone wall, and looked displeased as he watched several of the people who had fallen to the ground let out a short, frightened grunt one after another.

Glancing at the other figures standing aside without saying a word, he suppressed the irritability in his heart and exclaimed in a deep voice, "Enough!"

The newcomers instantly quieted down, and stood up silently, if it weren't for the slight trembling of their bodies, they would look no different from the veterans next to them.

Frowning, Casillas didn't say anything more.

Even the mage apprentices who studied at Kama Taj were very different from each other.

Like him and Mordo, I don't know how many times I have personally led the team to fight with the guys from another world, and those guys who shout when they encounter something are some chicks who can only use a little fur tricks.

Thinking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

If this group of people were outstanding elite mages, I am afraid that they would not be so easily fooled by themselves.

"Stand on the node of that circle!"

Casillas commanded in a hoarse and cold voice, and watched as the others stood calmly or cringely in their designated places, before they hurried to the node where the ritual was dominating.

Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, Casillas felt a slight sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Ever since he came into contact with Dormammu during the "Apocalyptic Ritual" a few years ago, he has gradually begun to pursue the dark forces.

Like the invocation ceremony that will take place today, he has performed five times over the years, baptizing and subduing more than a dozen "faithful" followers.

And this number will increase even more after today's ceremony.

Thinking of this, Casillas glanced at the crowd again, and compared to the past, the number of newcomers this time was far higher.

Maybe it's because of the absence of the ancient one, which makes it easier for those who don't make it to take risks?

Inexplicably relieved in his heart, Casillas shook his head and spread out the huge ancient book with ease.

Although he had received reassurance from Dormammu more than once, and he had repeatedly performed rituals under the nose of the Ancient One without being noticed, it was more reassuring to hold the ceremony in the absence of the Ancient One.

"There are a lot of newcomers," Casillas said slowly, "We will try a deeper baptism, and after success, everyone will usher in a new life!"

Healing by the starry night, Casillas felt that he was in better shape than ever, so he couldn't wait to perform the next stage of the ritual to gain more power.

"Concentrate your attention and blend with the darkness as best you can!"

After a final warning before the ritual, Casillas reined in consciousness and focused on chanting a spell with a strange tone.

The sound echoed in the empty hall, adding a bit of horror to the already strange environment, as if at this time, in the shadows where the firelight could not shine, a group of monsters were crawling and looking at the crowd with greedy eyes.

Several of the newcomers had beads of sweat on their foreheads and sideburns, but the warning had made them dare not look around, and could only stare at Casillas, who continued to chant, trying not to care about the physical discomfort caused by the disgusting tone of the incantation, and the hallucinations that were growing in their minds.

The tone of the voice gradually rises and becomes more and more harsh.

At the end of the spell, Casillas raised his hands and let the massive magic book float in front of him.

"Darkness Descends ......"

He called out one after another in a muffled voice, and shook his body sharply, as if to greet something.

Whether it was the first time to participate in the ceremony, in front of such a strange and solemn scene, all the participants subconsciously held their breath.

Really......

Nothing happened......

"Bang-"

The ancient book floating in mid-air lost its support and fell to the ground with a muffled thud, causing Casillas, who was still calling for "darkness to come", to stop his seaweed-like swaying posture.

The air was inexplicably quiet, and all the participants stared intently at Casillas, while the leader froze there like a stone sculpture, staring at the ancient book that had fallen to the ground and the pages were scattered everywhere, without saying a word.

"How can you not reach the Dark Dimension......" Casilla muttered, her voice tinged with a hint of horror.

As an experienced mage, he could certainly sense what had just happened, not that the ritual had failed, but that the ritual he had used had never existed at all.

If all this is not an illusion, it means...... He could no longer make contact with the dark world, and the eternity and strength that Dormammu had promised him had been wiped out with the loss of contact with the dark dimension......

"You must not be focused enough, not religious enough!"

Casillas, who had long been radical because his soul often came into contact with the dark dimension, suddenly raised his head, his eyes reddened, and stared at the participants in front of him, the powerful magic in his body surging like a wave, and the voice of the shouting carried a little hysterical madness.

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