A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 234: Demigod Ritual

Translator: Lonelytree

Moreover, a demigod only had a level o Divine persona.

But in reality.

Those who could become Demigods would most likely have extraordinary combat strength. Innate Demigods enjoyed the protection of their parents, so they were usually not bad.

Demigods who awakened later in life had to go through all kinds of tests, so they were tougher.

Under the background of the ascension of the Heavenly Palace.

The demigod ritual was the final destination for a mortal to reach the upper limit on the path of the divine.

In Matthew’s perception.

The Plague King, Lawrence, would not be higher than Level 18, and the threat he posed was far less than that of Blinken.

In terms of domains, Lawrence was far less impressive.

“His real domain is actually performance!

‘ Whether it’s the ‘good show’ that is being performed on stage or the ‘Plague King’ that he has been playing offstage, they are all just performances.

“If he wants to advance to a demigod with a mortal body, the only domain he can use is performance!”

Matthew understood.

No wonder Lawrence had to hire coughing people to march in the city to spread the plague.

Because he did not want to rely on the power of the plague domain. He was just playing the role of the Plague King!

Since it was a performance, it naturally needed an audience.

The marchers were Lawrence’s audience, but they were also performers in another sense. Those who witnessed their parade were the audience from the outer circle.

In this way.

Could the Plague King’s performance reach every corner of Marsh Water City?

Because it’s a performance, the plague in the city seems exaggerated. It’s fierce and urgent, but it’s not that fatal.

“The major powers of Marsh Water City might have wanted to interfere in the beginning, but after discovering something, they were happy to see it happen and even started a business of holy water.”

Matthew stared at Lawrence, who was indulging in his performance.

However, just having a performance was not enough.

Even if he had accumulated a large number of elements in the relevant fields, if he wanted to advance to a demigod, not only did he need this vast and concentrated advancement ritual, but he also needed something more crucialDemigod divine persona.

Without a doubt.

Lawrence must have this thing in his hands, or he would never have held the ceremony.

Lorraine was 100% aware of this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dragged him here to watch a good show.

Thinking of this…

Matthew couldn’t help but glance at Lorraine.

The latter’s expression was calm as he stared intently at the performance on the stage.

Matthew opened his mouth.

In the end, he didn’t ask further.

Since he had chosen to believe him, Matthew would place his trust in him through the end.

However, he looked at Lawrence with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Prince Duradin, in the play, was a bard.

Lawrence was most likely a bard.

Lorraine, below stage, was also a bard.

A demigod ritual of the bards was destined to be performed in the theatre tonight.

It was just that Lawrence might not be the one who would advance to become a demigod.

On the stage.

The fourth act continued.

Lawrence’s acting skills were indeed amazing.

After the female lead drank the poisoned wine, the male lead, Duradin, suddenly had an emotional outburst and his control was as intense as a mountain torrent but also as restrained as a spring rain.

Just this scene.

It was thousands of times more impactful than Brandon.

The following climax showed Lawrence’s incredible acting skills.

In the play, Prince Duradin used the Yan Sheng Spells to break the disguise of his second uncle and the extraordinary power that Naga gave him.

According to the customs of Pantura.

The two sides would engage in a final hand-to-hand battle on the cliff.

“Your actions are despicable, but how can I refuse to carry out the Panturan tradition? Come, second uncle, let the wind of the island witness our duel. This is the last time I call you by your honorific title.”

“How could you harm your own brother? He’s your brother. You’re an evil person who should go to hell!”

Both parties rolled around on the cliff. Duradin grabbed his uncle’s neck and questioned him angrily.

“The Shaman once told me that revenge is not desirable. Ending your sinful life might make me feel even more empty. However, if I don’t do that, where would there be fairness and justice in the world?”

At the brink of life and death, his uncle pulled out his hidden dagger, but it was snatched away by Duradin.

The moment Duradin stabbed the dagger into the man’s heart, the man’s heart was already filled with blood.

His mother stumbled over.

She hugged her uncle’s head and cried,

“Duradin, oh Duradin, how could you kill your own father?”

After saying that.

She pulled out the dagger and stabbed herself in the heart, dying as well.

Hearing this, Duradin’s face turned pale.

He staggered backwards on the stage, all the lights shining on him.

At that moment.

Shock, hesitation, loss, doubt, pain, confusion…Countless emotions burst forth at the same time!

Below the stage.

The applause was thunderous.

Matthew noticed that almost all of the audience members were immersed in Lawrence’s performance.

This was the terrifying aspect of a domain that was close to completion.

With Lawrence’s performance, so many people temporarily forgot about the bloody incident. Their faces were flushed, and they clapped their hands.

Especially when the prince, played by Lawrence, committed suicide with the same dagger in despair.

The atmosphere at the scene reached its peak..