Chapter 30 Amaterasu
With the prompt appearing in his mind, Shaya had no reason to refuse.
He had taken a huge risk, putting on such a grand performance in front of the Ash Cult and all the teachers and students, to force himself into the guise of a sacrificial offering who cared for all living beings.
What he wanted was the index finger bone at the center of the altar, the core of this fire sacrifice.
A Rank 6 Pollutant and extraordinary material.
If converted to Rhine gold coins, it would be worth at least hundreds of thousands, and it was absolutely priceless.
After all, the sixth rank corresponded to a Titled Beast Tamer, or a true Emperor Rank Familiar.
No matter which super power in the Western Continent it was placed in, this was genuine Strategic Class resource.
Even Beast Tamers who had already reached the Titled Rank could use such materials to further improve their strength… and if their rank was below this, they could directly improve the species potential of their Familiars.
If he were to follow the normal route, even if Shaya completed tasks for the Directorate or the Military to the extreme, he would never be able to exchange for materials of this level, unless he was willing to sign a contract of servitude and completely become an employee commanded by the Empire.
“Confirm.”
[Confirmed using this extraordinary material to complete the skill prototype: “Amaterasu”.]
[Collecting the Source of Fire…]
[Current collection progress: 1%, 2%…]
Accompanied by faint blue text prompts.
A silver-white figure flashed.
The Little Mink was summoned to Shaya’s shoulder.
“Seize the opportunity, Yin.”
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If we fail to collect it this time, we might have to tighten our belts for the next year.”
“Ying ying!”
The Little Mink nodded seriously.
This was also an opportunity it had been looking forward to for a long time.
Mastering the greatest killing move and completely securing the position as Shaya’s number one Main Familiar, it was all for today!
Within Yin’s right eye, which resembled a ruby, the patterns of three blood moons rotated, projecting into reality.
At the center of the altar, the shriveled and thin finger bone suddenly began to flicker.
Sometimes it solidified, and sometimes it became illusory.
It was as if it was switching back and forth between the states of a tangible object and a fictional phantom.
And with the transformation between illusion and reality—
Specks of hazy light, along with the surging darkflame around them, began to be absorbed towards Yin’s left eye.
…
Outside the altar, everyone silently watched the altar shrouded in pitch-black flames, waiting for the final result.
Those who could participate in this operation were naturally seasoned arsonists, and this was not their first time performing a fire sacrifice.
Although the specifications were different, based on past experience, the offering in a fire sacrifice would be turned into ashes within a few seconds—
And the Master’s token, the core of the sacrifice, would be nourished by the offering, erupting with unimaginable power, transforming into a walking Calamity.
However—
Ten seconds passed…
Half a minute passed…
One minute passed…
The altar enveloped by the pitch-black flames remained calm, with no sign of the fire sacrifice being completed.
“We just need to wait. The token bestowed by the Master this time is far superior to any before, so it’s naturally different,” an experienced arsonist said.
Thus, three minutes passed.
The altar wrapped in darkflame was still as quiet as ever, with no movement coming from within.
“Don’t panic. The offering this time is a top-grade item personally selected by the Patriarch. Its quality is equivalent to hundreds of mediocre offerings… it’s normal for the fire sacrifice process to be slower.”
This time, it was the leader of the Third Ring arsonists who spoke.
He had great prestige within the Ash Cult, and as soon as he spoke, he calmed the somewhat restless arsonists.
Three minutes.
Another three minutes.
Ten minutes later, a young arsonist finally could not bear it and approached the altar to observe the situation within.
But soon, he let out a mournful wail.
The darkflame surrounding the altar did not care that he was one of their own, and directly burned him.
Soon, the sizzling sound of flesh being burned could be heard in the air.
“Do not disturb the Master rashly.”
The leader of the arsonists did not pay attention to his companion who was writhing in pain on the ground, but warned with a solemn expression. The others nodded in agreement.
Thus, the scene fell into a long period of waiting again.
And on the distant battlefield, the immense sound of battle between the King Tier Familiars gradually subsided.
The Lava Giant’s arms and legs had already been torn off, and its chest had been pierced by two large holes.
The Patriarch of the Ash Cult was purely relying on sheer will to resist the two Rank Four powerhouses from disrupting the completion of the ritual.
Finally—
Just as both the Ash Cult and the teachers and students of Saint Roland were growing impatient and weary of waiting…
Something finally happened within the altar.
The pitch-black flames beside the altar suddenly surged.
Then, in an instant, they abruptly retracted.
The once surging darkflame seemed to have been completely absorbed by something and disappeared entirely, revealing the stone altar within.
A trace of relief and joy flashed in the leader of the arsonists’ eyes.
According to past experience… when all the darkflame completely disappeared, it meant that the fire sacrifice was complete.
And the token bestowed by the Master would no longer uncontrollably exude power, but would be imbued with Divinity, able to control its power freely.
He snapped the scythe in his hand and knelt respectfully on the ground, saying with a fanatical expression.
“Welcome the Divine Descent of the Master!”
“Welcome the Divine Descent of the Master!”
Behind him, almost all the arsonists made the same gesture, their expressions devout.
They had already seen everything that was about to happen.
Using the left index finger bone token as a carrier… the Incarnation of the Lord of Ashes would descend upon the Imperial Capital, turning all rebellious heretics into ashes, and proclaiming the Majesty of the Ash Cult to the entire Western Continent.
But—
Soon, everyone heard footsteps.
The leader of the arsonists saw a pair of standard boots appear before his eyes, followed by a familiar lazy voice.
“Oh, I didn’t expect your scythes were actually ritual consumables… I thought they were some kind of paired spirit,” the owner of the voice said in a rather cheerful tone, as if in a good mood.
“No, why are you all kneeling?”
“Never mind, it’s a good target to test out my new skill. Oh right, I almost forgot I haven’t allocated points yet.”
The leader of the arsonists looked up, bewildered.
Then, he saw the blood-colored eyes spinning like a kaleidoscope.
“Amaterasu”
A hundred-thousandth of a second later.
The forever burning curse flame turned everything within a hundred-meter radius into embers.
