Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 778

Chapter 778: The Ritual
“M-Milord, please, calm your anger…Y-Your heart!”

“L-Lord Father, please calm down.”

Worried exclamations echoed in succession as Dweezel entered a dimly lit yet luxurious meeting room with a Hawkin Banner suspended on the walls, still coughing up blood hours after Shye’s letter had agitated his heart, even upon returning to his headquarters.

The memory of Seventeenth’s monumental failure at a seemingly simple task, combined with Second Hawkling’s devastating loss of three-fourths of his elite scouts, only fueled his growing fury.

The old snake also seemed slightly disappointed in his first son for not monitoring Seventeenth Hawkling’s task properly.

Nonetheless, being the cunning and experienced bastard he was, Dweezel knew that being consumed by anger wouldn’t help.

Hence, he raised his arms, signaling his men to cease bothering him for a moment.

Taking a few deep breaths to steady his raging heart, he regained his composure, reverting to the calm, collected, and unnervingly imposing Dweezel Hawkins his subjects were accustomed to.

‘At least we managed to secure Aeryth’s vessel’ he thought, consoling himself.

This time, almost nothing went according to plan—a rare and deeply unsatisfying experience for the old snake.

However, Dweezel knew he had to recollect himself and calmly inch toward his final goal.

He was about to achieve immortality, he would never lose heart due to such a minor setback.

“It would almost be impossible to capture Shye Crowley now.” Dweezel suddenly said, walking towards his spot at the meeting table.

Naturally, Primo, Second Hawkling, and the other subordinates all assumed their spots as well, marking the official start of the meeting.

“What should we do now, Lord Father?” Second Hawkling asked, enthusiasm to perform evident in his eyes.

Despite losing more than half of his personally trained elite unit, the red-haired Hawkling was energized, convinced that his Lord Father was currently most pleased with him.

After all, he was the only one who had delivered good results.

Unfortunately, he was deluded in his thinking, as Dweezel was equally disappointed with him for losing so many men to just two spellcasters—all of them elite-level scouts, at that.

“What else? We abandon Shye Crowley.” the old snake coldly responded, slightly annoyed at his second son’s overly enthusiastic tone.

“T-Then what about your…”

“Since when did you become so stupid, second? Who else but Alexander Aphelion?” Dweezel rudely replied. “Now, listen to me, here’s the plan…”

After an extremely detailed and confidential meeting, Dweezel’s men dispersed, with only Primo and a few other high-ranked researchers accompanying the old snake to another room.

A few minutes of walking later, the cohort arrived at a huge door with a special lock, accessible only to high-level individuals within Dweezel’s organization.

Placing his palm on the huge rune engraved at the center of the huge metallic door, it opened with a loud rumble.

“Where’s the girl?” he asked the first researcher he met stationed inside the room.

“Replying to Lord Dweezel, the girl is already at the ritual table. Please follow me.” the researcher responded, excitedly walking to the ritual table.

The old snake’s researchers were all rather mad in their own way.

Naturally, since this was their first soul experiment of such magnitude, they could hardly wait to begin.

Arriving at a somber and sinister-looking room adorned with all sorts of harrowing devices, trinkets, and decorations, Dweezel turned his head and spotted the ritual table.

Atop its spacious surface were multiple engraved magic circles of various colors.

There were five red circles, indicating the fire element, two blue for ice, one purple for void, and four black representing darkness.

It was clear that Dweezel and his researchers had been working on this for a long time, given the time required to study the variety of magic required to make the ritual function.

In addition to the magic circles, the desk was covered with a lot of ritual items, a large bottle of black liquid standing out.

It oozed a silent yet eerie aura.

This liquid was the refined divinity of the black dragon, serving as the ritual’s primary catalyst.

In the middle, where a huge magic circle made of hardened blood was located, a young beauty wearing pristine white priestess robes lay unconscious.

Laying his gaze at her, Dweezel’s old heart raced.

This woman would be his beloved Aeryth’s vessel.

After the ritual, this beautiful young woman, bearing the soul of his beloved, would finally be his!

With this thought, all the anger in Dweezel’s heart dissipated like smoke.

“Let’s begin the ritual.” He said as calmly as possible, suppressing his excitement.

The researchers, however, were not as good in terms of hiding their emotions.

Mad smiles appeared on their faces upon hearing the order.

They could finally dabble deeper!

The next moment, ten researchers pressed their hands on the edges of the ritual table, injecting mana into the magic circles and activating them.

One by one, they lit up, brightening up the somber ritual room.

Soon, even the large magic circle in the middle was activated.

This was Dweezel’s queue to begin.

Walking around the huge ritual table, the old snake retrieved the first item ritual, the heart of a dragon emperor, though this one wasn’t the optimal heart, as the Ice Dragon Emperor’s heart was stolen by Hadean Varsa.

They had no choice but to settle for the sub-optimal Thunder Dragon Emperor’s Heart, a decision that not only cost the lives of three hundred men but also lacked the effectiveness of the Ice Dragon Emperor’s Heart.

Even so, the chances of the ritual succeeding remained remarkably high.

After crushing the heart and letting the dragon’s blood drip and flow across the massive magic circle at the center, the old snake carefully used the other ritual items one by one, drawing ever closer to the resurrection of his beloved Aeryth.

An hour later, the ritual was ready for its final step: the soul transfer.

Dweezel approached the unconscious Wendy, holding a peculiar container with a purple wisp inside.

He held it with extraordinary care.

“Lord Dweezel, everything is ready, you may now release Lady Aeryth’s soul.” said the high-ranked researcher leading the ritual.

The old snake did as his subordinate instructed, removing the lid of the cylindrical container.

The purple wisp then quickly escaped.

However, it was then that Wendy’s body lit up, seemingly beckoning the lost soul closer.

Time passed ever so slowly for Dweezel, his heart racing wildly as he watched Aeryth’s soul float toward its vessel.

Then came the decisive moment of the soul fusing with the vessel.

For ten whole seconds, nothing happened, causing the old snake’s heart to beat faster and faster.

They had one shot.

If they failed, his beloved’s soul would be lost forever.

Just when he was about to go crazy…

“Dweezel?”