The ritual requirement for 'The Sorcerer' Sequence 4 'The Sorcerer' is to direct a grand drama in which a demigod or equivalent transcendent creature is murdered in the presence of a large audience, based on his own strength and planning, and then, at the end of the play, a potion is administered.

And now, all these conditions have been met.

Although the demigod was not captured by him, he was sent to the altar by his own hands.

And the altar was also arranged by his own hands, and even the people who held the ceremony were personally selected by him.

Even if he hadn't fought these demigods head-on from start to finish, he was more powerful than Ember when it came to murdering them.

And the grand drama directed by Klein is naturally the summoned Mr. 'Door' -

When Mr. 'Door' returns to reality, the 'door' of the whole world is opened at this moment.

If this is not a grand drama, then there may not be a grand drama in this world.

As for the audience, broadly speaking, anyone affected by the ritual can be counted as an audience, even if they don't know who caused the impact.

And even in a narrow sense, Klein has at least nine spectators-

Seven gods, embers, Mr. 'Gate'.

Others such as the 'Hidden Sage', the 'Primordial Witch', Adam, Amon, the True Creator, and even the gods and angels from beyond the heavens, even if they do not appear, will surely set their sights on this land.

And these beings are all Klein's audience!

Although the eyes of these beings are mainly focused on the altar, they are focused on whether Mr. 'Door' can successfully return to reality, and do not pay too much attention to Crane's fringe figure.

But even if it's just the afterglow, it's the afterglow of the gods, and it's definitely more than enough as a ritual requirement!

"Whew!"

Crane took a deep breath and cast his gaze on the embers.

The drama had just begun, and he needed to wait for the climax of the play to come to an end, and take the potion at the end of the play.

And all this has to rely on the embers-

After all, Klein saw everything just now, and the seven righteous gods shot at the same time, but the result was easily resolved by Mr. 'Gate'.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Seven Gods are simply unable to prevent Mr. 'Gate' from returning.

This is not surprising either.

Mr. 'Gate' was already one step away from Sequence 0 before he was banished, and even if he failed to be promoted to the true god by being 'polluted' outside the sky, he was already almost the same as the true god in terms of strength.

If the Seven Righteous Gods were present in person, they might be able to join forces to expel them.

But if it is just a painless obstruction like the current one, it will not pose a substantial threat to Mr. 'Men' at all.

Klein's mind was full of thoughts, but suddenly a brilliant golden light took away all his sight—

It was a spear of sunshine held in Ember's hand and thrown high at the Gate of Flesh!

Bang!

As the dazzling sunlight pierced the sky, the brass-colored eyes with wings, the young man in the armor of fire, the visor with the terrifying features, the earth with the eyes open and the mouth closed, and the shadowy woman disappeared from the world at the same time, silently.

Golden lightning pierced the darkness and created a storm that tore through everything in its path with extreme violence!

The tainted divine power of the seven gods was melted in an instant, and everything in the world seemed to be completely purified at this moment, and no shadow could survive under that dazzling light.

And under the gaze of the seven gods, the spear turned into sunlight finally penetrated the 'flesh and blood door' that opened between reality and the starry sky!

The outer layer of flesh and blood was melted in an instant, but the dazzling light still shone brightly, and it did not dim in the slightest.

The spear shone brightly, and the lightning storm turned into an illusory gate, completely sealing the door of flesh and blood.

And the spear that runs through the gate is like a bolt that imprisons the gate, and no one can open it!

When the gate was blocked, Mr. 'Gate', who was struggling frantically, suddenly froze.

The light of the blood-colored robe dimmed slightly, and the figure with the collapsed ball of light seemed to have finally regained a trace of its consciousness.

The dazzling spear blocked the open 'Door of Flesh', and the crimson tide that was originally frantically squeezing into the crack of the 'Door of Flesh' was now completely cut off by the 'Gate' turned into a shining golden storm!

And when the door of flesh and blood was blocked, when the crimson evil tide was cut off, Mr. 'Gate' let out a low roar of pain, wanting to forcibly 'peel' the blood-colored robe from his body!

The blood-colored robe was like Mr. Gate's skin, and it was clinging to the figure of Mr. Gate' that had collapsed from the light seal!

Even if they have lost contact with the ontology, how can the pollution from the outer gods be so easily 'stripped away'?

In the illusory uproar, the crimson tide frantically washed the 'gate', trying to break through the barrier and invade the world again!

The blood-colored robe resisted Mr. Men's 'glass' as it raised its back and spilled more crimson moonlight, trying to meet with the crimson tide and break through the gate that was blocked by the dazzling light.

But before that, once again, their eyes were taken away by the dazzling gold.

This time, the entire sky was covered in gold, and the overwhelming golden spears hung high in the sky. Like a sword of Damocles, hanging over their heads!

It was not enough to just seal the gate, sooner or later the power of the outer gods would break through the seal again.

If we want to do it once and for all, we must completely destroy the 'Gate of Flesh'.

As long as there is no door, the jackal will never be able to enter the house!

"Help...... I ......" Mr. 'Door'''s slightly illusory eyes opened to the maximum, and he made the first voice after returning to reality with difficulty and pain.

The ritual of return is also the rite of His godhood.

And now, He is only one step away from becoming the true God!

As long as the 'gates' coincide completely, He can completely break free from the control of the outer gods and become a true god!

But the premise of it all was to completely strip the blood-colored robe from Him. Otherwise, even if he becomes a god, he will always be controlled by an outer god.

As if hearing Mr. 'Door's voice, Ember refocused his gaze on the struggling light and shadow, and his raised palm slowly fell.

Bang bang!

Above the sky, the overwhelming shining spears poured down like a torrential rain!

Every time it shines, it makes the seal of the Flesh Gate a little stronger, and it also makes the Flesh Gate more and more overwhelmed. A large amount of flesh and blood has been consumed, and even the gap that has appeared through the gate will not be long before it will be completely destroyed.

This also forced the crimson tide outside the door to surge more and more wildly, washing away the brilliance of the blocked gate at a faster speed than just now!

But before that, there was still a small number of spears that did not attack the Gate of Flesh and Blood, but pierced the blood-colored robes like sharp blades!

The suppression of the Spear of Sunlight caused the blood-colored robe to rise and fall continuously, and the whistling sound seemed to be its scream of pain. Not surprisingly, the suppression of Mr. 'Gate' by the blood-colored robe has also been weakened, and maybe Mr. 'Gate' can really get out of trouble after a few more visits.

However.

It was not only the blood-colored robes that were pierced, but also Mr. 'Gate' in the robes.

The Spear of the Sun never shy away from Mr. Gate', but together with him, he completely pierced the blood-colored robes!

Mr. 'Door' snorted in pain, his gaze momentarily incredulous, but soon relieved and bitterly smiled.

Yes, they didn't come to save Him.

The robes behind him rattle and Mr. 'Door' could feel that he was seeking cooperation.

He was even willing to loosen his grip on Mr. Gate as long as he could keep the robe, which was the basis of His invasion of the world.

But Mr. 'Gate' has been under the control of the outer gods, and has been struggling painfully for thousands of years.

He was tired.

Even if it is death, He will drag the outer gods with him!

Finally, as spear after spear fell.

Brilliant light burst out at the same time in an instant, illuminating the whole world.

The Gate of Flesh and Blood had completely disintegrated, the blood-colored robes had completely melted into the sunlight, and the illusory light and shadow that Mr. 'Gate' had transformed into powder inch by inch in the sunlight, leaving only countless bright stars in the sunlight.

The starlight quickly coalesced and fell to the ground one after another.

There are a pair of eyeballs that seem to be composed of pure starlight, containing layers of illusory doors, three translucent keys with strange styles, and a bright fire that burns quietly, a miniature starlight gate, and a crystal ball made of worms......

It was the remarkable legacy of Mr. 'Gate', and the last vestige of his presence in this world.

——

"It's over."

Seeing that everything was nearing its end, Crane grabbed the potion, brought it to his mouth, and poured it in.

The cold potion slid down his throat, causing Crane a little paralysis, a paralysis deep into his soul.

His spirit was inexplicably high, and his whole person seemed to be high in the sky at once, looking down at the broken altar, looking down at Beckland in the distance, and looking down at the people who were panicked because the 'door was open'.

At this moment, his emotions were inexplicably agitated, and he felt that every pedestrian coming and going below had an invisible thread connected to his hand, and he was following his command, happy or angry, sad or happy, performing various behaviors.

Klein's spirit precipitated, and he felt the power of the potion spread out in his body, like a sharp silk thread falling into a net.

Suddenly, Klein only felt that his spiritual body and flesh and blood had been divided into countless small parts, and he could no longer bear it, and let out a miserable scream from the depths of his soul:

"No!"

His thoughts were immediately inseparable, becoming fragments, combined with different flesh and blood, and having his own consciousness:

There is the painful Crane, this is the arrogant Crane, this is the cold Crane, there is the gentle Crane, this is the self-entertaining Crane, there is Zhou Mingrui, and Sherlock Moriarty, and Gelman Sparrow, and Dawn Dantes......

His whole spirit seemed to have been put into the blender by someone.

On his face, neck, the back of his hands and other places, pale flesh buds stood out, as if they had their own vitality, constantly growing outward, turning into transparent worms, and under the clothes, there were also traces of wriggling ups and downs.

Klein felt as if he was going to disintegrate into a mass of transparent worms in the next second, each running to a different place!

Under the sun, the worms that 'grow' from his body shine one after another three-dimensional layered mysterious symbols, which penetrate the higher levels, connect with the laws of the bottom, and intuitively express abstract concepts such as weirdness, madness, change, power, and knowledge.

In the cold wind, illusory black lines appeared around Klein, and they mixed together to form strange 'tentacles'.

In the tentacles, the spirit body, the astral spirit body, the mental body, and the etheric body all turned into fragments, and the various thoughts of Klein, who were respectively integrated into different worms, were noisy, chaotic, and contradictory, and gently fluttered, and seemed to be flying to infinity high, where countless phantoms were clustering around the twisted and huge building, or blowing, or speaking, or roaring, or whispering.

In Crane's messy myriad senses, everything around him was layered, as if it had become a spiritual realm, but there were living people coming and going, and stars shining.

At this time, in one fragment of his thinking after another, the same memory appeared, a vivid memory-

It was the gaze of the gaze, and they looked at him so indifferently, high up and yet incomparably distinct.

Above them is a burning half of the sky, while the other half of the sky is engulfed in flesh and blood.

And the same.

Flame and Flesh were watching him.

Under the gaze of these gazes, Klein gradually regained his self-awareness.

I......

Who am I?

This question was answered by Klein during the 'Faceling' stage, and without any further thought, he quickly figured out his identity:

A man from Earth, reshaped by Klein's memory fragments;

A man who has been profoundly influenced by the experience of a night watcher;

A person who is wise enough to protect himself, afraid of danger, but can give everything for perseverance;

A guardian, a wretched worm.

The strange senses that do not originate from the spiritual body and the mental body are extracted from the fragments of the division, and Klein's new thoughts are condensed, indifferent, calm, bystander, looking down, and the thoughts that can see the real world from more angles and more aspects.

He understood that this might be the divinity, and he did not resist, so he connected the original spirit fragments one by one with black silk threads.

Slowly reverted back to a whole.

It was only then that he understood the role of the promotion ceremony.

This is an imprint, and it is also an anchor point, and compared to other ways, the 'sophist' whose spirit will be split needs an anchor much earlier!

However, this does not need to be supported by faith, on the contrary, faith is too large, too confusing, too much personal emotion, and it is easy to erase the humanity of the promoter whose essence is only Sequence 5 for the time being, leaving only the divinity in the divided state of this ritual.

A gorgeous and profound drama, with the gaze of many audiences, is enough to become an anchor!

Although there were few live spectators this time, none of these spectators were fuel-efficient lamps. And Klein, who is watched by them, is not an exaggeration to say that he is the focus of the world!

The whole finally took shape, and all kinds of knowledge poured out from the depths of the demigod's half-human spirit body, sweeping through Crane's mind, causing him an indescribable impact, and his head seemed to be about to explode.

However, having already begun to develop a divine nature and having experienced many times, he passed this stage with relative ease with a posture of looking down on the sidelines.

The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothing retracted into his body, and he turned back into the black-haired, brown-eyed Crane Moretti.