My Summons Are Weird

What happened that night was so shocking that Orcus, to this day, still thinks it was a dream when he thinks about it.

However, the ruts left by the chariots of flesh and blood on the lawn in the courtyard, and the face that was scratched by the tentacles, reminded Orcus that this was the reality.

Orcus later discovered that the price paid for the Flesh Chariot was very low.

This is unreasonable. Judging from the results of his personal test of the combat power of the flesh-and-blood chariot, this is a complete killing machine, and every position on his body has combat methods for different occasions.

The price paid by such a summoning object is even lower than that of summoning the "Dragon Slayer" yourself?

The more powerful the summons, the greater the price, which is the consensus of the summoners.

Using this common sense to explain the quick interruption of the contract and disappearance of the chariot of flesh and blood seems to be able to make it round.

Powerful, low-cost summons also tend to have some unexpected limitations, such as summon time limits.

Reluctantly explaining the reason for his own termination of the contract, Orkus fell into confusion again, and it was this problem that made Orkus continue to start new summoning experiments.

One thousand and one hundred years ago, the magician Hanlin Lordan raised the famous fantasy life question, namely, if someone can imagine a thing that does not exist in this world at all, what form will this thing come in?

In the next two hundred years, countless summoners who could not find a way out tried to answer this question in various ways.

This chaotic two hundred years eventually led to the Summoner becoming a dog-hating existence for a long time.

There are endless jokes of various universities laughing at summoners. Even low-level magicians can laugh at high-level summoners on the street. Countless summoners who are fighting for a breath have chosen to live in seclusion or change their genres.

Hanlin Lordan's daughter even ushered in a dark age for the Summoner Hunt, and it wasn't until things got out of hand that mediation gave the Summoner genre a breather.

However, since then, the Summoning Theory has completely withered in the surrounding continents centered on the Mera Continent.

Orkus once again glanced at this introduction to the school written by scholars from the continent of Mela, which was obtained from the continent of Kolai.

Fantastic life, this unsolved question raised by Hanlin Lordan of the Summoning School has also been debated by scholars of various schools later.

Regardless of whether there is a solution, many magicians of the school are very puzzled, even if it is not something that does not exist in this world, the summoning seems to be unable to accurately come to the tangible things they describe.

All kinds of monsters in literary works, those fragments of inspiration that flashed by, are indescribable in the dark night with unease echoing in my mind.

No matter what it is, depicting the body, giving a description, and the summoning ceremony are often just a body without combat power.

The blurrier the depiction, the more practical what is summoned.

Contrary to the rules of summoned objects obtained by summoning common objects in this world.

If it is speculated based on the information left by these Summoning Schools, is it possible that someone who created such a powerful flesh and blood chariot created a flesh and blood creature and made it into the appearance of a chariot?

Orcus' scalp tingled.

Recalling that Chariot of Flesh was by no means a good-looking shape, the person who built it...

Orcus paced back and forth in the study, entangled.

Reason tells him that summoning a summoned creature with such an evil shape may have an unimaginable price to pay, but...

Orcus was at war between heaven and man in his heart, sitting in a chair dejectedly, looking at the dim-yellow illuminating crystal on the table, his eyes were not focused.

With sweat on his forehead, he took out a handkerchief several times to wipe it, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

With a "pop", Orcus stood up.

In order to strengthen his thoughts, he hurried to the courtyard.

As one of the Seven Staffs of Sellier, his mansion and fiefdom are very large, and under the prestige of the Seven Staffs, no one will accidentally break in.

But in order to be safe, Orcus still honestly arranged a magic circle to isolate the inside and outside.

Like a child who was about to get the toys in the window, Orkus couldn't wait to start the summoning ceremony.

The outline of the chariot of flesh and blood was easily drawn by him, and the content summed up in the battle session was filled in the description.

The whitened left eye can see clearly, the magic power in his body is flowing out continuously, rushing to a certain point in the void, where the summoning ceremony is being completed.

Those veined magic powers are forming the body of the chariot of flesh.

Orcus looked up with joy and waited for his "toy" to fall.

Just as a pharmacist can't say no to a drug that's extremely versatile and has no side effects... no, that analogy isn't accurate.

Summoners who can no longer see the future of the Summoning School can be as happy as children even if they receive a little relief.

No one can say no to this new toy.

"Soon."

A strange sound interrupted Orcus' sweet dream.

The magic power that was forming the flesh-and-blood chariot disintegrated one after another, and Orkus, who was standing under the summoning ceremony, was washed away by these magic powers and absorbed them all back involuntarily.

At the same time, the summoning ceremony in the void disappeared after another dull sound.

Orcus stared blankly at the empty grass, then raised his head blankly.

"why?"

Orcus thought it was his call that was wrong, and he quickly started the second call.

As a mature summoner, Orkus has become accustomed to the instability of summoning, the wrong version, the sudden failure of the summoned object, the abnormal fluctuation of the summoned object's strength, and many messy accidents, which he has seen a lot.

Summoners and Apothecaries have a strong tolerance for failure.

"Soon."

Orkus was swayed from side to side by the magic power that erupted when the Summoning Ritual disappeared again.

"This…"

Orcus gritted his teeth: "Come again!"

"Soon."

"Soon."

After failing six or seven times in a row, Orcus calmed down, gritted his teeth, and was no longer carried away by his emotions.

The summoning ceremony was formed again, and Orcus' white eyes watched as the magic was intertwined in the void like the blood vessels of the human body, inputting energy to a "source" that did not exist here.

Orcus watched intently.

His white eyes injured by the explosion of the summoning experiment can see the "source" of the summoning ritual that ordinary magicians can't see.

It was a black hole that was constantly rotating and surrounded by a white halo.

Invisible magic will be drawn into it by it.

White eyes can feel a strange sense of distance. This inexplicable feeling makes Orkus suspect that this black hole does not exist in front of him at all, just an existence similar to a projection.

At the moment when the summoning ceremony disappeared, Orkus saw an incredible scene.

Those "vessels" that seemed to have veins and were transporting magic power broke off on their own from the source, and the magic power that had been swallowed in half was released from the "source" and returned as much as possible.

Orcus trembled.

The next second, severe pain came from the left eye.

It was as if someone had pierced it with a sharp point cone and spun hard.

Orkus fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, blood continuously flowing from the gap between his fingers covering his left eye.

The trembling Orcus was numb, and he kept breathing, hoping to relieve the pain, but what he was waiting for was waves of pain.

After more than half an hour of stinging pain, Orcus was sweating profusely, like a fish about to suffocate, lying on the ground panting weakly.

The pain gradually subsided, and Orcus, who was sober again, tried his best to open his left eye.

A bright red.

He wasn't completely blind, but he could still see.

Orkus wanted to go back to the house to do some treatment for his eyes, but he took a few steps before returning again.

Orkus, who started the summoning ceremony again, did not summon the flesh and blood chariot, but chose to summon a very ordinary half-orc.

He watched the summoning ritual with difficulty with his left eye, which was gradually no longer bleeding.

"Great, I can still see traces."

Ignoring the pain caused by pulling his eyes, Orcus laughed.

He had already tasted the side effects caused by the failed summons more than once, but this time it was just a little painful.

But why do you always suffer from your own eyes?

After dispelling the summoned objects, Orkus, who returned to the mansion, quickly healed his eyes.

With his still intact right eye, Orkus kept rummaging in his summoning book.

In an ancient book of the Blake Continent, Orcus found what he wanted.

Six hundred years ago, a certain summoner from the mainland of Kolai claimed that when he summoned, he couldn't get the summoned items several times.

According to many Summoner experiments, even if the Summoning Ritual will not give you the correct Summoned item, it will still give you a Summoned item similar to your description.

This is exchange.

You paid the price, and he gave you the summons.

Therefore, the summoner who claimed that he kept summoning items, but got nothing, was considered by other summoners to be out of position.

After experiencing the Dark Age of Summoner opened by Hanlin Lordan's daughter, Summoner knew very well that he could easily attract the ridicule of the superiority crowd in the magician group.

Therefore, at the end of this matter, the summoner just left it alone and changed his mouth to say that it was his own summoning mistake.

However, this summoner from the mainland of Kolai is not an exception.

Also 600 years ago, in the calamity incident of the Infested Spirit of Mera Continent, when a summoner defended the city, he indicated that his summons could not come.

And there is more than one, there are five who are recorded.

In view of the fact that the battlefield was divided into many places at that time, and some occupied areas did not have any data preservation, Orkus always felt that this number was less.

In view of the fact that these summoners who reported anomalies were all contaminated by the Infested Spirit in the subsequent defense battle, the final result obtained by those who recorded this information after reporting the major leaders of the multi-racial coalition was - Infected Spirit Contaminates their minds, causing them to hallucinate.

These chronological records, combined with what Orcus had just experienced, made him more and more confused.

He felt like a giant thrown into the labyrinth, looking up at the towering walls around him, the ever-expanding roads, and there was nothing else he could do but spin around in confusion.

If it was his own summoning mistake, the summoning ceremony should give a wrong version of the summoned item, not nothing.

Several times, he described and depicted the chariot of flesh and blood, and the summoning ceremony had indeed completed the response, but each time it was aborted at the last minute.

Those summoners back then should be like him, trying to summon the same summoning thing constantly.

Maybe it's because of unbelief, maybe it's a keen discovery of something.

Orcus kept pacing, brooding, and his aching left eye didn't interrupt his fully immersed thoughts.

Thoughts collide constantly in the maze, encountering towering barriers when feeling touches the answer.

Orcus was so irritated that he wanted to shout.

He picked up the pen and wrote down the scattered thoughts on the paper, so that they would not be like a shooting star piercing the sky, and they would be fleeting.

"There is a response to the summoning ceremony."

"A response means that the summoning ceremony was successful."

"Success but no summons..."

"I'm summoning a chariot of flesh and blood..."

Orcus frowned, and the hand holding the pen was shaking.

"I did summon the flesh and blood chariot, but I couldn't complete the contract?"

Orcus was shocked.

If this guess is true, then the chariot of flesh and blood should be something he can't summon at all.

The summoning price that he preset is too low, so the Flesh Chariot cannot make a contract with him.

If he wants to complete the summoning ceremony, he must overpay and place a greater price on it.

Then how did you summon the **** chariot for the first time?

This question also led to another question that made Orcus' scalp tingle.

If the chariot of flesh can be contracted, but cannot be summoned now... what is preventing it from coming?

God?

"The God of Summoning, does it really exist?" Orkus's voice trembled, "If it does exist, why does the Summoning School wither away, and why does Summoning have so many inexplicable questions?"

Orcus felt his cognition was greatly challenged.

No matter which question he can answer right now~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He took out a bottle of medicine from under the desk tremblingly. After carefully confirming the effect, he took out the measuring cup and poured out according to the dosage requirements, and then, Take a sip.

This potent sedative potion is a must-have sleep aid for some academics.

They have been roaming in the classics all the year round, and it is easy for them to get into the horns and not get out, because they came to wrong conclusions, and finally drove themselves crazy in the entanglement.

As an experienced Summoner, Orkus is very clear that once his mind is shaken at this time, his thinking about these issues in the future will be affected by this moment.

In order to rationally **** the path of his summoning, he must calm down now.

"Give me a comfortable dream... I really need to rest for a while."

Muttering so, Orcus dragged his tired body and rolled over onto the bed.

After a while, the snoring sounded like thunder.

Silence and tranquility descended upon Orcus' mansion, wrapping him gently and lifting him up.