My Summons Are Weird

The vines of the sharp-toothed flower swept across the ground, leaving several ravines of varying depths.

The mouth of the blood basin that was supposed to secrete corrosive mucus was replaced by a huge dragon head.

The dragon's head was slightly raised, and the dragon's breath was angrily sprayed at the turtle-shaped monster still bound by the chains.

Under the high temperature, the place where the monster was scorched black, and the turtle shell was also cracked under the scorching.

In the arena like the Colosseum, several magicians quickly entered the arena to confirm that the monsters had died.

"Do you want to continue testing?"

The person being questioned was observing something next to the deformed creature that was neither a fangtooth nor a dragon.

The dark-brown-haired magician turned around slowly, with an inescapable sadness and a little melancholy on his face.

"This one, stop here."

The magician who assisted in the test took out the report and started recording.

In the application use column, he filled in the "summon power test".

When filling out the applicant column, he paused his hand and raised his head.

"Whose name is this interim test declared in?"

Although he has helped to declare many times, he does not intend to skip this boring routine.

The dark-brown-haired magician was very cooperative and said, "Just like before, remember me."

The name "Orcus" appeared on the report.

On the column of assistants, he quickly wrote "Randy".

Randy handed the report to an apprentice beside him, and walked to Orcus, who was concentrating on observing his summons.

"With all due respect, although he can kill a fifth-order monster with strong defense, it is still not an excellent summon."

"You are a sixth-order magician. Under the careful arrangement, it should not be difficult to kill the fifth-order. This deformed summon is just superfluous."

The head of the giant dragon and the body of Sharptooth Flower are spliced ​​together, and at the same time, two attacks of dragon breath and poison can be used, which is indeed widely used on the battlefield.

But a deformity is a deformity.

This spliced ​​monster moves slowly because it uses the body of Sharp Tooth Flower. When he injects poison with vines and the dragon breath reaches the attack distance, the opponent's magic has already been shot.

The weird shape didn't make him more powerful, but it could scare the cowardly.

Orcus pondered for a while, and after clarifying what he was going to say, he spoke slowly.

"I'm just experimenting..."

"Interrupt." Randy knew that what he was doing was impolite, but he couldn't help reminding him, "His Majesty the Emperor is already mobilizing, and the whole country of Celer is ready for war."

"The dragons rarely communicated with the elves, and they seldom leaned down to communicate with other races."

"Magic foxes who hate orcs accept heavy wool."

"Orkus, the war is about to begin." Randy advised earnestly, "Dragon will be our great enemy, and your focus should be on the heroic summons that you have already summoned and are relatively stable, Dragon Slayer. rather than continuing your day-to-day experiments."

"I know that my words are not very pleasant, but please understand that as the seven strongest sixth-order magicians in Celer, we have the responsibility to open up the territory. If your summons can only kill some ordinary Soldiers, there is no need to study it now, we can do it."

"Please focus on the 'Dragon Slayer'."

Orkus paid the price and sent the summoned Aberrations away.

He stood up straight, and the bangs that covered his left eye were blown by the breeze, revealing some white pupils.

"I try my best."

The perfunctory tone made Randy, who was also a sixth-order magician and younger, "tsk".

Randy took off the white gloves and threw them to the apprentice beside him.

"Since that's the case, I won't talk much, please do it yourself."

Looking at Randy who was leaving, the surrounding magician apprentices looked at each other.

Orcus didn't pay too much attention to it, but after sighing, he announced loudly that this was the end of the day.

Leaving the Colosseum and passing through a rest area, Orcus heard Randy complaining to another sixth-order magician, Gilbatos.

"Blind eyes are blind eyes. After His Majesty gave him permission, he tested in the Colosseum for a whole day and used nearly ten monsters." Randy said, "Heartache, it turns out that the rumors are true. The woman and her own daughter are so angry that the person who leaves the house is indeed a freak."

"You are also one of the seven sticks, and you got the canonization of His Majesty with him, so it's better not to evaluate it like that."

Orcus left quickly, not listening to Gilbatos's words in full, for some comfort.

Orcus' mansion did not have any servants. When he returned home, the mansion was silent, and under the darkness of night, he could not feel any anger.

Some bread, a bowl of broth, some fresh vegetables, an apple, and this was Orcus' dinner.

Even while enjoying dinner, the gloom on his face did not ease. It was like a frozen portrait that fluttered slightly with the chewing action.

Orcus returned to the room with a full stomach and confirmed that the defensive circle of the house was open.

After isolating the sound of the basement, he walked down step by step.

The basement had already been transformed into a study by Orcus. He walked to the desk, opened a notebook stacked at the top, turned to the blank page, and began to record the contents of the experiment in the Colosseum today.

There are nearly a hundred such pamphlets in Orcus.

Summoning is not a genre worthy of entry. Since he began to learn magic, someone has warned him that the summoning genre has many flaws.

Summons cannot be pinned.

The duration of the summons is not stable.

Summoning Ritual is volatile.

This also caused the Summoner's combat power to fluctuate violently.

Most magicians would choose to take a detour after hearing such an admonition from their predecessors, but the young Orcus embarked on this path with a mind full of doubts.

Why can't I fix the summon?

Why is there so much volatility in Summoning Ritual?

With the idea of ​​solving these problems, Orkus became a summoner.

This is a difficult road, because Orcus is trying to understand this as he is looking for the logic and principles of summoning.

Day after day, year after year, constantly summoning and accumulating data, with the powerful country of Cyrel, Orcus has accumulated a large amount of data for reference to filter and compare.

While learning more and more about Summoning, he also paid the price of his family and eyes.

In an ordinary summoning ceremony, the summoning ceremony suddenly changed, and the violent magic power exploded in front of Orcus.

The explosion didn't kill Orcus, but it caused his left eyeball to turn white and his vision sharply diminished.

His wife was also very disappointed with him for not caring about his family in this explosion, and he separated with his daughter and never came back.

But this explosion was a good thing for Orcus.

The left eye that was damaged by the explosion can see traces of the flow of magic power during the summoning ritual.

He can see the whole process of the magic power being absorbed by the summoning ceremony and gathering, and he can also see the process of the magic power distorting the space when the summoned object contracts after the magic power disappears.

Orcus didn't tell others about it, because of this strange ability, he became more and more confused about the summoning.

He found that no matter how precise the various necessary conditions for summoning were controlled, the summoned objects still could not be summoned fixedly, but would fluctuate from time to time, causing the goods to be out of order.

Even if the accuracy of each term is infinitely close, the problem still exists.

Secondly, there are two types of summons: conscious and unconscious. However, in most cases, summoners can only summon unconscious summons.

However, looking at the summoning books on several nearby continents, many summoners who have studied summoning for a long time have encountered conscious summons.

These summons often lure them into overpayment after they arrive.

No matter how you communicate with these summons, you can't get an answer.

Too many problems and too many confusions have caused the Summoning School to make no progress for nearly a thousand years and gradually wither.

There are no books that Orcus can read within a thousand years. This is the proof that the Summoning School is about to wither.

His wife once yelled at him angrily during an argument.

"Summoning is dead, a genre that no one is willing to study, is it worth it?"

Orcus stroked the stacks of notebooks at the same height as the desk, looking at the wealth he had accumulated since twenty-four years ago, his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was stroking his newborn daughter.

Orcus really didn't know what was worth.

Like other magicians, there are many schools of choice, and magic is introduced at an astonishing speed, and then becomes the best among them. Can this process prove that all the efforts are worth it?

He loves her a lot, but the two seem to disagree on what is worth it.

It's a pity that Orcus is not going to let go of his pursuit.

He was forty-three years old, learning to summon at nineteen, and he spent twenty-four years.

Orcus wanted answers to many questions.

And recently there is one more such problem.

The reason is that a few days ago, a drunk painter passed by a butcher's shop after drinking, and watched the boss deboning and cutting meat.

Drunk, dizzy, and almost unconscious, the painter picked up the brush and finished a painting before completely fainting.

The mutilated limbs of various animals are spliced ​​together in bizarre ways.

This work, made of bright colors, is full of madness and distortion, and the feeling of incongruity is oncoming.

After seeing the portrait, a strange feeling kept lingering in Orcus' mind.

"Go and try to summon it."

It's like a voice, but if you look back carefully, it's like a projection from the depths of your heart.

Such a voice continued to reverberate, constantly stirring Orcus' heart.

It is not an uncommon operation to fill in the things in the literary creation into the summoning ceremony for summoning. It is said that someone has done such a thing in the Mera continent, but the things you get in the end are often not practical, and it is also a matter of being crushed by conventional summons. Common thing.

In order to appease the echo in his heart, Orcus summoned him in his own yard one night.

He followed his heart, let his thoughts fly, and completed the description and description.

Orkus thought that what he was about to see was an incomprehensible group of suture monsters that were completely assembled from mutilated limbs.

However…

The metal drill came into view, and when Orkus took two steps back and had a panoramic view of the entire summon, he was stunned.

Is this a car?

No, it needs careful consideration whether it can be called a car.

Car body made of flesh.

The wheels are giant skulls.

The dense tentacles on both sides of the carriage were constantly flapping.

The bearings of the car are connected by eyeballs.

Under the car, countless pale hands stretched out and gently stroked Orcus' feet.

Orcus took two steps forward in shock, and in the center of the disc connected to a pillar inside the carriage was a huge eyeball.

Seeing Orcus staring at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, he seemed to be smiling...

Orcus's sight continued to move, and he saw the bulging "volcano" in the middle of the car that could erupt at any time.

The sarcoid throbbed rhythmically, as if it could beat Ziorcus' heartbeat.

Orcus felt like he was dreaming, but the magic around him made him feel that everything was so real.

He knows that the summoning ceremony may be deviated, and the description of the summoning is basically for reference only, but...

"What are you..."

A word came to Orcus' mind, he was stunned for a while, and then he couldn't help muttering.

"Flesh chariot?"

The flesh and blood chariot whose name was called began to start, and the tentacles that were stiff in the air waved in unison, as if to say hello to Orcus.

The pale hand under the car shrank back, and when it stretched out again, it was already blood red, scrambling to leave **** handprints on the ground.

The steering wheel in the car spins wildly.

The drill turned rapidly, bringing with it a gust of wind.

The high-pitched screeching sound made Orcus, who was standing beside him, go numb.

He didn't even give an order, and the flesh and blood chariot ran happily around, looking so energetic...

Orcus was determined to find out, he decided to test the combat effectiveness of the chariot of flesh.

As a sixth-order magician, he has his own background, and he should be able to deal with a summoned object that looks fancy but just a little scary~www.wuxiamtl.com~.

A minute later, Orcus, who had two whip marks on his face and a bunch of **** handprints on his body, stopped his journey to death with lingering fears.

The big eyes on the steering wheel of the Flesh Chariot blinked inexplicably, and Orcus understood the confusion.

There should be no summoner who would let the summoned object attack him, he was setting a precedent.

"So strong..."

"But such a strong summon, how did I summon it?"

"That painting has nothing to do with the Chariot of Flesh?"

Orkus hurriedly recorded his various characteristics before the chariot of flesh and blood disappeared.

However, when he was halfway through, the figure of the flesh and blood chariot began to blur.

Before Orcus had time to think about what happened, the Flesh Chariot forcibly broke the contract and disappeared.

"what's going on?"