My Summons Are Weird

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On the coast, the sea has not yet washed away the footprints of the giants from the bottom of the sea. The footprints extend all the way forward. Wherever they go, trees fall down, and the dense forest has opened up a new path for them.

Royer guessed the size of the giant from the size of the footprints.

A giant, a colossus, or something special, he had no way of knowing, the wind and rain continued, and what he saw when he woke up from the coma was such a scene, the snow monster had long since disappeared.

Dip Dye, who made Meera shiver, came back.

Royer held the small jellyfish statue in his hand and pondered for a long time. He took out a magic core - he was not a magician and had to rely on props to use the statue.

On the way to here with the snow monster, he received a message from Lu Yu, but he had no idea how to reply.

Roye liked that peaceful and peaceful territory very much. Although it was a little desolate, Lu Yu would definitely be able to make it a desirable place in time. He never doubted that.

but…

"Lu Yu, I remember you once said to me that as long as you learn to let go, many things will have new solutions. I know what you are reminding me... In the past, blood, and excessive love for this land, just give up..."

"I want to give up too..."

Royer didn't cry when he hammered his body and was bruised all over his body.

Walking Mela and witnessing many human tragedies, Royer did not cry.

Realizing that Solon had been in the hands of a kleptocrat for the past five hundred years, and that the glory of his ancestors had been concealed by generations of embellishments, he did not cry.

Looking at the giant footprint extending into the distance, Royer cried.

"Sure enough, I am cursed... Cursed by the bloodline that was abandoned no matter what... Cursed by the land that raised me!"

"Just think I'm an idiot... I'm going to do what my ancestors did, maybe I'll never be as great as them, but at least... I can't shame them!"

"My friend, close the door... The Yeti unleashed the spirit of impregnation, and it's back... Five hundred and seventy-two years later, once again."

Royer picked up the knife, his expression was solemn, and he was about to follow the footprints of the giant in great tension, but a sudden appearance made him a little sluggish - the wet Sharem stood quietly under the tree, his eyes slightly Squinting, as if sleeping but not sleeping.

"You always seem to find a way to find where I am... I clearly left you this time."

"I'm a magician. The powerful Mr. Snow Monster doesn't seem to care about the tricks I left on you, and even left some marks on purpose so that I can quickly find you."

Royer pinched Sharem's face, causing her slightly squinted eyes to open with pain.

"Do you know what happened?"

"I saw something not so wonderful on the road, I probably guessed it..."

"He told me that the spirit of impregnation is both a poison and an antidote. It can force the Mera tribes to unite again and resolve disputes... I was once shaken... What do you think?"

Sharem showed a rare serious expression, and she said with a frown.

"Poison can only be the antidote if it doesn't kill people. Does Mela really still have the ability to stop the infection?"

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When Royer's message arrived at Chenxi, it was no surprise that Lu Yu and others felt their scalps go numb.

The people who gathered in Lulu's room to discuss were a little overwhelmed by this sudden change. What they built the Dawn Leader to avoid is the shuffling of the magic tide and the strange life that may be born in the magic tide. Although these are full of unknowns, but The level of risk is still within the acceptable range.

Impregnated Spirit... This thing can push the entire Mela - at least five hundred and seventy-two years ago.

"Xu Yu, next time, you should look at books such as treasure hunting. This prophecy seems reliable and will be more helpful to Chen Xiling."

The fog demon turned into the appearance of Xuyi, and imitated her gesture of flipping a book and muttered.

Xu Yi glanced at Wu Yao, how could she know that if she learned about history on a whim, history would come alive to attack her?

"What a coincidence, the magic is very unstable at the beginning of the magic wave, and even if we turn on all the magic circles, there is a risk of closing them suddenly." Sera paced irritably.

Lu Lu added: "Even if it is turned on, it must be completely incapable of retreating, far from the border of the magic circle, and the drenched spiritual pollution magic shield will not have the slightest effect."

"Is there no magic that protects the spirit from being disturbed so far?" Lu Yu was very curious. Since there is a product of the soul contract, there should also be a means to protect the spirit.

Lulu explained helplessly: "The knowledge of spiritual magic has always been monopolized by the school, and the research and development are very slow. So far, the only product that is more mature is the soul contract. Moreover, this product is not those of the school mages. The result, but the legacy of Sayer Lucamia, one of the few complete intellectual structures."

Lu Yu also recalled that Lu Lu's spiritual magic also came from Sayer's manual.

Not only that, Lu Lu lost her ability to communicate during the explosion of the refining medicine, and the Sayer Scroll she kept played a crucial role.

Sayer himself is very proficient in spiritual magic. In this regard, he not only crushed his era, but also continued the crushing to the present. The magicians of the spiritual magic school have only followed Sayer and groped for those He was played badly by him, but he did not leave behind a complete inheritance of knowledge.

Lu Lu and Sera have both criticized the negative consequences of the school's occlusion and conservativeness, but Lu Yu has never felt so real.

Monopolizing knowledge and confining it to communication within the circle, unwilling to share it with more people, without the sense of crisis being challenged, there is no need to work hard to improve.

In order to improve, we also need to consider whether the new knowledge can be learned perfectly and keep up with the progress of the new school. If a new school is born, it will also have an impact on the existing system.

Soul contracts are so lucrative that schools of spiritual magic can gain massive wealth just by standing behind the slave trade.

You can make money lying down, why stand up?

Lu Yu covered his face and murmured, "Sure enough, it's the same in every world..."

The fog demon was lucky: "We are relatively remote, so we shouldn't be able to get here..."

Sera's words ruthlessly shattered the fog demon's thoughts: "The last time the spirit of infestation spread to the east of Kedzorn and south of the Plentiful Mountains, three-quarters of today's Four Kingdoms area had their traces. The Broken Gold City is still in the hands of the blood clan, and they were forced to enter the depths of the Red Flame Mountains because of the infestation."

"I have a question."

The voice came from outside the window, and Huo Gu's huge eyes stared into the house through the window - he was too large and could only participate in the discussion by lying outside the house.

"Dipping, what type of life is it?"

Sera and Lu Lu hurriedly recalled, while Lu Yu and Xu Yi were flipping through the book.

This is a problem that even the masterpiece "Brilliant Ballade", which recalls the impregnated spirit, has not been able to fully understand.

Every infected life has the ability to infect other life, it looks like a virus, but there seems to be a connection between each infected body, and it looks like a special race with a hive consciousness.

Could it be that the infected people were inadvertently parasitized by strange races?

Lulu interrupted Huo Gu's guess, because during the first war, a sect lifted the ban on doctors' autopsies and asked them to search for "parasites" from the collected corpses of impregnated spirits, but they found nothing in the end. The same is true of several autopsy investigations.

Hogu said: "I have never heard anything similar to Impregnated Spirit when I stayed in other continents, it seems to be unique to the continent of Mera... I don't want to say that it sounds like a gift from the world consciousness to Mera , This seems a little disrespectful to the creatures on this earth, but it seems to be the case."

"Sounds amazing, doesn't it, the power to contaminate the mind can disappear, and all infected bodies disappear at the same time, which means that there is an inevitable connection between them, and this connection cannot be found in the body... difficult Could it be that what we have encountered is a special group of 'souls'?"

Huo Gu's ridicule couldn't make everyone in the room smile, and each one's face became heavier.

Undead has not yet appeared in this world, and the magical environment is not enough to support a person's consciousness and soul to keep away from their own body.

The high-concentration magical environment in Dusk City makes magic full of possibilities. Clorence, who has been in it for hundreds of years to avoid decay, uses clones to mutilate living beings in reincarnation, so that those unwilling and resentful souls exist in the form of incomplete consciousness fragments. It went on, and was later made into a semi-finished doll by Clorence's clones, and finally ushered in relief in Serra's hands.

Mera five hundred and seventy-two years ago obviously did not have the magic power comparable to Dusk City, and the undead naturally would not be born.

Hundreds of years have passed since the infestation, and no one has studied what it is.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a little depressed, Sigrid clapped her hands and said optimistically: "Five hundred, almost six hundred years ago monsters, even if the destruction of the world is very limited, you must know that times have changed, now The magicians and warriors of the past are far stronger than those of the past, the magic system is not the same as that of the past, and the skills of the craftsmen have also made great progress."

Sera, Lu Lu, Lu Yu, and Xu Yu turned their heads together and looked at Sigrid.

Those eyes are full of love...

"What...what's the matter...I'm telling the truth, right?"

Lu Yu glanced at Xu Yu: "It seems that you also need to learn from Xu Yu and read more books."

Sera to Sigrid Cope: "If you think that the Impregnated Spirit has only the power of the Contaminated Spirit, and you think that relying on high-level magicians to bombard the troubles from a distance, then you are wrong."

Xu Fu quickly turned over "Brilliant Narrative Volume 1", handed it to Sigrid, and thoughtfully pointed out which paragraph to read.

The fog demon curiously posted: "Let me see... At the same time that Mera's cooperation in strangling the source of pollution achieved remarkable results, the warriors were also surprised to find that their casualties began to rise inadvertently."

"Some infected bodies that are obviously impossible to be good at and use magic can release strange magic fluctuations, and after a while, they will resonate with 'magic' in a special way."

"When those colorful lights fell straight into the formation, many people woke up like a dream and realized in horror... ah?" The fog demon directly turned into a huge question mark, "Magic of fifth-order power?"

"Just kidding, how can someone who doesn't have awakened magic power use magic, even if they use it... that's the fifth order, it's the fifth order!" Sigrid's eyes widened, unable to keep calm.

When Lu Yu read these records for the first time, he thought it was a fantasy, but combined with the time, he discovered a detail.

The time of the first infecting spirit disaster happened at the end of the last magic wave, so some scholars in the book speculated that it was the magic wave that brought the awakening of these infected bodies. Dangerous, you will naturally choose to counterattack, and magic will...

It sounds nonsense, but this is already the best effort of the scholars involved in these researches to explain it from an academic point of view, in a correct and rigorous way.

But fortunately, the probability of these magical resonance magic phenomena is not high, but... The last time they were able to resonate with the fifth order, how many orders can they resonate by chance this time?

Moreover, can it really stop the infection if it is stronger than before?

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North Solon, Bluehelm.

The lord kicked the messenger kneeling in front of him and yelled, "This is the answer you gave me, the number is unknown, the enemy is unknown? I can't find any information, what are you doing back here? com You are messengers, give me information, I want information!"

The lord stood at the head of the city and pointed to the direction where the entire city guards disappeared: "I want to know who attacked Solon before it gets dark tonight, the location, the number of vanguards, I don't want to hear unknown, if you give me such an answer again , perhaps the Inquisition would be happy to chat with you."

The messenger gritted his teeth, and under the pressure of the city lord, he hurriedly got up and was about to grab the door and go out to perform his duties.

But he stopped.

"Lord Lord, a whole team of cavalry, and twelve messengers disappeared after entering the jungle. This is enough to show that the enemy we are facing is unprecedentedly powerful... Are we really going to die? The information should be quickly passed on to the surrounding city-states!"

The lord was so enraged that he threw the cup on the messenger's head.

"You are teaching me to do things, and you actually teach me to do things!"

"If you don't go, you should let your son go for you."

The messenger trembled, he didn't dare to say anything more, trembled back to the camp, reconvened his companions, and disappeared into the distant jungle without looking back.

The blue helmet city lord stood at the head of the city, watched the messenger, and snorted coldly.

Ask for help?

The enemy's situation is unknown, what if it's just a misunderstanding? Hastily asked for help, where did he put his face, and when the nobles met in the future, wouldn't he become the laughing stock of other nobles?

Solon had only one enemy in the north, the Watching Forest Elves, and he did not think that these Elves would want to fight the mighty Solon Empire.

They can't afford to lose!

If you just want to take advantage of the robbery to kill the adventurers and merchants near the volcanic crest to supplement the military supplies of the civil war, then let them go. They should also realize the seriousness of the matter when the messenger belonging to Solon was killed. Automatically retreat after success...