My summons are weird

Chapter 155: 154. Trial Version

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

The mouth that should have been constantly secreting corrosive mucus was replaced by a huge dragon's head.

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

Under the high-temperature burning, the place where the monster was located was scorched black, and the turtle shell was also cracked under the roasting.

In the Colosseum-like venue, several magicians quickly entered the venue to confirm that the monster was dead.

"Do you want to continue the test?"

The person who was questioned was observing something beside the deformed creature that was neither a sharp-toothed flower nor a dragon.

The mage with dark brown hair turned around slowly, with unresolved melancholy and a little melancholy on his face.

"This one, let's stop here."

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

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

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

"In whose name is this temporary test declared?"

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

The brown-haired magician was very cooperative and said, "Same as before, remember me."

The name "Orcus" appeared on the report.

On the side of the helper, he scribbled "Randy".

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

"With all due respect, although he can kill a level 5 monster with strong defense ability, he is still not an excellent summoner."

"You are a sixth-level magician. With careful arrangements, it should not be difficult to kill the fifth-level magician. This deformed summoner is just superfluous."

The head of the giant dragon and the body of the sharp-toothed flower are spliced ​​together, and the dragon's breath and poison can be used to attack at the same time. It is indeed very wide-ranging to use on the battlefield.

But a deformity is a deformity.

The spliced ​​monster moved slowly because it used the body of the sharp-toothed flower. When he injected poison with vines and the dragon's breath reached the attack distance, the opponent's magic had already shot.

The weird shape didn't make him gain more power, but it could only scare the timid and cowardly.

Orkus pondered for a while, and after sorting out what he wanted to say, he spoke slowly.

"I'm just experimenting..."

"Excuse me." Randy knew that his actions were impolite, but he still couldn't help reminding, "His Majesty the Emperor is already mobilizing, and the whole country of Celer is ready for war."

"The dragons rarely communicate with the elves, and they are so proud that they rarely bend down to contact other races."

"The magic foxes who hate orcs have accepted the heavy wool."

"Orkus, the war is about to begin." Randy advised earnestly, "The dragon clan will be our great enemy, and your focus should be on the heroic spirit summoner you have summoned and is relatively stable" Dragon Slaying 'on, rather than continuing your day-to-day experiments."

"I know my words are not very nice, but please understand that we, as the seven strongest sixth-level magicians in Celer, have the duty to expand the territory. If your summons can only kill some ordinary Soldier, there is no need to study it now, we can do this.”

"Please focus on 'Dragon Slayer'."

Orcus paid the price and sent away the summoned aberration.

He stood up straight, and the bangs covering his left eyes were blown by the breeze, revealing some pale pupils.

"I try my best."

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

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

"Since that's the case, I don't want to talk too much, please feel free."

Looking at Randy who left, the surrounding magician apprentices looked at each other in blank dismay.

Orkus didn't pay much attention to it, but after sighing, he announced loudly that today was over.

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

"Wild eyes are just white eyes. After His Majesty gave him permission, he tested it in the Colosseum for a whole day and used up nearly ten monsters." Randy said, "Headache, it turns out that the rumors are true. A person who is so angry with his daughter and his own daughter that he leaves home is indeed a freak."

"You are also one of the Seven Rods, and you have received His Majesty's canon together with him, so it's better not to comment like that."

Orcus left quickly, not listening to what Gilbertos had to say, in order to get some comfort.

There were no servants in Orcus' mansion, and when he returned home, the mansion was silent, and under the dark night, he could not feel any vitality.

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

Even when he was enjoying dinner, the depression on his face didn't ease in the slightest, like a frozen portrait, fluttering slightly with the movement of chewing.

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

After blocking the sound from 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 on top, turned to a blank page, and began to record the contents of today's experiment in the Colosseum.

There are nearly a hundred such pamphlets in Orcus.

Summoning is not a genre worth getting into. Since he started learning magic, someone has warned him that the summoning genre has many flaws.

Unable to fix summons.

The duration of summons is unstable.

There are fluctuations in the summoning ceremony.

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

Most magicians would choose to take a detour after hearing such a warning from their predecessors, but the young Orcus walked on this road with his mind full of doubts.

Why can't I fix the call?

Why is there such a large fluctuation in the summoning ceremony?

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

This is a difficult path, because if Orkus wants to understand these, it is tantamount to finding the logic and principle of summoning.

Day after day, year after year, he kept calling and accumulating data. Backed by the powerful country of Serer, Orkus had accumulated a large amount of reference data for screening and comparison.

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

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

The explosion didn't kill Orkus, but it turned the ball of his left eye white and his vision plummeted.

During the explosion, his wife was also very disappointed with him who didn't care about his family. She separated with her daughter and never came back.

But this explosion is also a good thing for Orcus.

The left eye damaged in the explosion did not know when, and I could see traces of the flow of magic power during the summoning ceremony.

He could see the whole process of the magic power being absorbed and gathered by the summoning ceremony, and he could also see the process of the magic power distorting the space when the summoned contract came after the magic power disappeared.

Orcus did not tell others about this, because of this strange ability, he became more and more confused about the summoning.

He found that no matter how precisely he controlled the various necessary conditions for summoning, the summoned objects still could not be summoned fixedly, but would fluctuate from time to time, causing the goods to be wrong.

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

Secondly, there are two types of summoned objects: conscious and unconscious, but in most cases, summoners can only summon unconscious summoned objects.

However, according to the summoning classics of several nearby continents, many summoners who have studied summoning for a long time have encountered conscious summoning objects.

When these summons arrive, they often directly lure them to overpay.

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

Too many problems and too much confusion caused the Summoning School to make no progress for nearly a thousand years and gradually withered.

There are basically no classics that Orkus can read that are less than a thousand years old. This is proof that the Summoning School is about to die.

His wife once yelled at him angrily during an argument.

"Summoning is dead, a genre that no one is willing to delve into, and is standing still. Is it worthwhile to study it all day long?"

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

Orcus really didn't know what was worth it.

Like other mages, there are many schools of choice, the speed of magic innovation is amazing, and then they become the best among them. Does this process prove that all the efforts are worth it?

He loves her a lot, but the two seem to disagree quite a bit about what's worth it.

Unfortunately, Orcus does not intend to give up his pursuit.

He is forty-three years old, he learned to summon at the age of nineteen, and he spent twenty-four springs and autumns.

Orcus wanted answers to many questions.

Recently, there has been another problem like this.

The reason is that a few days ago, a drunken painter passed by a butcher shop after drinking, and watched the boss carve out the bones and cut the meat. With a dazed head, he smirked and wandered home.

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 strange ways.

Written in bright colors, this work is full of madness and distortion, and the feeling of incongruity is oncoming.

After seeing this portrait, a strange feeling has been haunting Orkus' mind.

"Go ahead and try to summon it."

It's like a voice, but when you think about it carefully, it's like a projection from the depths of your heart.

Such voices continued to reverberate, constantly stirring Orkus' heart.

It is not a rare operation to fill the content of literary creation into the summoning ceremony to summon. It is said that someone has done such a thing in the Mera continent, but the final things are often not practical, and it is not easy to be crushed by conventional summons. A common occurrence.

In order to appease the echo in his heart, Orkus summoned in his courtyard 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 the incomprehensible stitch monster assembled entirely 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 summoned object, he froze.

This is a car?

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

A car body made of flesh and blood.

The wheels are giant skulls.

The densely packed tentacles on both sides of the carriage kept flapping.

The bearing connection position of the car is eyeballs.

Under the car, countless pale hands stretched out, gently stroking Orkus' feet.

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

Seeing Orkus staring at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was smiling...

Orkus' eyes continued to move, and he saw the bulging "volcano" in the middle of the car that might erupt at any time.

The sarcoma throbbed rhythmically, seeming to match Orcus' heartbeat.

Orkus thought he was dreaming, but the magic flowing around him made everything feel so real.

He knew that there might be deviations in the summoning ceremony, and the description of the summoning was basically for reference only, but...

"What the hell are you..."

A word came to Orkus' mind, he was stunned for a while, and then murmured involuntarily.

"Flesh chariot?"

The flesh and blood chariot whose name was called started to start, and those tentacles that were frozen in midair waved together, as if they were greeting Orkus.

The pale hand under the car retracted, and when it was stretched out again, it was already blood red, and they rushed to leave bloody handprints on the ground.

The steering wheel in the car spun wildly.

The drill rotated rapidly, creating a gust of wind.

The sharp and ear-piercing screams shook the scalp of Orkus, who was standing beside him, numb.

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

Determined to find out, Orcus decided to test the combat effectiveness of the Chariot of Flesh.

As a sixth-level magician, he has his own background, and he should be able to deal with a summon that looks fancy but a little scary.

A minute later, Orkus, who had two welts on his face and a pile of bloody handprints on his body, stopped his death journey with lingering fear.

The big eyeballs on the steering wheel of the Flesh Chariot blinked puzzledly. Orkus understood the confusion.

There should be no summoner who would allow summoned objects to attack him. He has set a precedent.

"So strong..."

"But such a powerful summoner, how did I summon it?"

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

Orkus quickly took advantage of the flesh and blood chariot before it disappeared, and recorded his characteristics in detail.

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

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

"What's happening here?"

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