Conjuring the art of deep magic the horror of the old shaman

Nicolaus had no clue that the uncommon herb that the old shaman had inserted in his wooden pipe was akin to ingesting a large volume of weed back on Earth.

To inhale with the wooden pipe was the old shaman's plan since it would allow him to reduce the kid's mental barriers and, as a result, make his work a little bit simpler. Despite this, the weed on earth is not as potent as the weed that Nicolaus is presently ingesting since the inhabitants of this world possess superhuman powers and stamina.

Assuming that it was simply standard, old-fashioned material created on Earth, it would be deemed negligible since it would not even make a difference in their system. As a result, it is a complete waste of time.

However, if the old shaman had only deposited the equivalent of weed that could knock out a grown-adult warrior, it would not have been enough to harm Nicolaus, whose willpower had been reinforced by being alone for a prolonged amount of time whilst floating aimlessly in the realm of anguish.

Fortunately, the elderly shaman supplemented the amount of weed to his usual smoking rates. As a result, he alone has given the child his wooden pipe and has not reduced the amount of weed he consumed. Therefore it affected Nicolaus effectively, akin to a rhino being tranquilized by a gun.

The moment Nicolaus inhaled from that wooden pipe, his eyes went disoriented, as if every pore in his body was receiving pure ecstasy. Even though he could hear the crackling sound of the fire in his ears, he couldn't hear anything else since all he could feel at this point was the old shaman's withered fingers pushing firmly on his temples.

A thread of peculiar scent had ascended to his nostrils, which Nicolaus considered to be appealing to his senses, and he had suddenly felt at ease and calm. He discovered that his thoughts drifted away like spring air, fragile and susceptible. As a result of Nicolaus's hypersensitivity. The world he had previously experienced changed from something ordinary to something beautiful.

Boom! A flash of pain radiated from his head in an instant, as the pair of withered hands firmly anchored themselves into his skull and declined to let go. Afterwards, Nicolaus's face furrowed slightly in response to pain.

When the old shaman saw that the kid's face had hardly moved. He was flabbergasted. In light of the fact that it would be exceedingly painful to invade into another person's soul world, and when compared to the average warrior, this is especially true. Within a few seconds, their mental barriers would collapse. And would let the intruder into their soul world.

The old shaman reached the conclusion that his hypotheses were accurate. He then boosted his power by a factor of two as his fingers became brighter.

Finally, the darkness overtook Nicolaus's sight, and all he could do was stare impassively at the crooked smile of the old shaman, who he felt to be gazing at him in a terrifying manner.

With his eyes completely black, the old shaman began chanting in an obscure language that Nicolaus couldn't interpret.

Even with his memories that were fused with those of the preceding host, it was pointless. It was only at that point that Nicolaus became aware of the danger he was in.

Boarfang sat beside him, looking apprehensively at his son, while he couldn't help but wonder if his son was going to be alright. The moment he saw the old shaman's harsh, forbidding look, he had to stop himself and wait calmly for the old shaman to finish.

However, if you look carefully, you can see that his hands shook a little as he looked at the supernatural sight next to him, despite the fact that he seemed to be totally calm on his outside look.

Meanwhile, using only a sliver of his power, the old shaman's wrinkled fingers flashed steadily in red light. Although Nicolaus has a strong soul defense, he was leagues below the old shaman in terms of power. The old shaman took the initiative and prepared to deliver the final blow.

Yet, when his eyes fixated on the silver-haired kid in front of him. Immediately, the old shaman's heartbeat started racing nonstop as soon as he saw that the kid's face had transformed from its normal wincing look to something that was unfit to be allowed to exist in this world.

Boom! With deep horror, the old shaman realized that he was no longer in control of his own power.

After looking into the kid's eyes for what seemed like a minute, the old shaman couldn't help but curse as his own blackened eyes, which seemed to have been taken over by the devil, looked so insignificant in contrast to what he had seen.

Even with his years of experience, he was unable to describe the face of this little kid. Half of his face a scowling look and half of it has a smile on its face. Yet something was odd as if in the middle of it, both of his eyes looked at him in disdain.

He'd seen plenty of instances like this before, but every time he vanquished a spirit, it was only an apparition he could defeat, nothing near as terrible as this unadulterated pure evil that appeared before him.

The strange cursed mark throbbed violently deep inside Nicolaus's soul during the clash of the souls, as it was angered by the shaman's magic.

When the old shaman felt the power, he recited a deep incantation in an obscure tongue with the utmost seriousness, yet a tinge of fear flickered in his eyes as he chanted it in his head.

As the spell progressed, the intensity of the words he shouted increased in volume.

"Zu'h hi wa let zu'u sca hin hah!"

In no time, Nicolaus's eyes were elevated to the top of his head, and he passed out immediately, with his body spasming nonstop.

After a few seconds, his countenance started to gradually soften as the old shaman understood that his soul world was now vulnerable, and upon realizing this, the old shaman closed his eyes and the world in front of him began to dim.

"I need to hurry! This kid...Isn't normal!" In Nikolaus's soul realm, the old shaman had zoomed by in incorporeal form, and he was gazing at the place where Nicolaus's final recollection had been before he died.

Earlier, while the tribe's men were discussing this strange matter, he had been completely taken aback when he discovered that the kid who had been declared dead had lived.

He became more solemn, however, as soon as he saw the child with the strange silver hair approach his cottage. He realized, after all, that the rumors were genuine, and that this kid was not the same kid from before, but rather an evil spirit who had taken up residence in his body.

His presence under that tree, praying for the boy's safe passage into the realm of dead had just transpired not long ago, and before that, he had carefully inspected the white-haired boy's body to see whether or not he was really dead, and he was completely certain, that he was dead!

Considering that he is an old man who dabbles in the arts of witchcraft, the infiltration of demonic spirits and the possession of one's soul is uncommon but not impossible in this world, given that he has previously vanquished a large number of malevolent spirits over the course of his lifetime of study.

As a knowledgeable and experienced shaman who had lived a long life, he had made very few mistakes as his age progressed, and as a result, he was completely confident that his hypothesis was correct.