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Kabala, male, 24 years old, a mid-level priest who believes in the God of Knowledge. He is not good at fighting, but his specialty is writing leaflets and designing preaching lines.

He was originally a very ordinary priest, and a common logistician in the Church of the God of Knowledge. But since Sui Xiong invented the summoning technique of the envoy, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have good luck during the "big construction". On average, he could summon an elite envoy once every five times.

This kind of luck is so amazing that he soon got the title of "European Little White Face". This time, the Church of the God of Knowledge is going to fight the Church of the God of Nobility, and the elect, Ms. Gelten, specially brought him with him, so that he didn't have to do anything and just concentrate on summoning the envoy.

However... summoning once every five times on average does not mean that you can summon an elite envoy five times at any time.

Kabala has used all the means to improve his luck, including but not limited to spells, equipment, potions, etc., but until now, he has summoned nine times, all of which are mass-produced messengers, and there is not a single elite messenger.

(My luck is a bit bad today... No, it should be said that this kind of luck is normal, and my luck is usually too good)

Kabala sighed secretly in his heart, and his hands did not stop for a moment, piling the four resources on the altar in different categories.

Because of the big battle this time, a large amount of resources were used for each summoning. Even if the summoned messengers were not elite, they were relatively powerful among the mass-produced ones. Battleship-level and aircraft carrier-level ones are everywhere.

(I have never understood what the so-called "battleship class", "aircraft carrier class", "light cruise class", "light cruiser class"...what do these mean?)

In the main plane, due to geographical and species reasons, the shipping industry is not developed, let alone the navy - oh, there is a navy, but they don't take a boat, they swim directly in the sea...

For this reason, whether it is battleships or cruisers, aircraft carriers or destroyers, none of them have been developed. There are roughly only two types of ships in this world, fishing boats and merchant ships.

However, among the gods created by Sui Xiong, there are neither fishing boats nor merchant ships. The best is "fishery administration class".

By the way, there are only two fishery administration class ships, and their combat effectiveness is negligible. They are usually responsible for jokes and logistics work in the kingdom of God...

The altar is once again full of resources. Kabala went to the side to wash his hands and face with clean cold boiled water, and then wiped them with a specially prepared white towel, and applied some white paint on his face and hands before walking back to the front of the altar.

These methods are summarized by the clergy, and they may seem to improve luck.

Speaking of which, there are indeed spells and equipment that can improve luck in this world, but it seems that they have no effect on the effect of the "Dajian" summoning spell, and I don't know what kind of luck it depends on...

Taking a deep breath, Kabala calmed down and began to recite the spell.

The spell was not long and was finished in a moment. Then he started the spell with a trepidation.

The four piles of resources quickly became transparent, and then turned into countless light points and flew up, hovering in the air and gradually disappearing. At this time, the altar began to glow.

According to the summarized rules, when you see the light, you roughly know what level of God you have summoned.

The lowest level of light is white light, which is often seen when summoning with the minimum resources. In this case, the summoned God is very poor even among mass-produced Gods, and it can't help much even for a mid-level priest like Kabala.

The slightly higher level is the green light. Although the summoned envoys are mass-produced, they are at least slightly stronger than those summoned by the white light and can help a lot.

The higher level is the blue light, which is the so-called "main force" level. The few summoned by Kabala today are all of this level.

The higher level is the golden light, which is the rare elite envoy. This kind of envoy may not be particularly powerful, but they all have excellent wisdom and can command mass envoys to fight. With their leadership, even the combat effectiveness of mass-produced envoys will be greatly improved.

However, the light this time seems to be different from the previous ones.

It is neither white, nor green or blue, and of course it is not gold.

It is a colorful rainbow.

"What level is this?" Kabala looked at the colorful light in a daze as it gradually dissipated. A girl wearing a white long dress with heavy lace, a small golden and red crown on her head, and a scepter inlaid with gems in her hand appeared in front of him.

The girl's outfit was quite bold and daring. It should have been a very dignified dress, but the front part was completely omitted. The silk white stockings were pulled on the tight and close-fitting short vest with black suspenders, showing the beautiful body curves. In addition to the long skirt that didn't cover the parts that should be covered, the materials used for both the top and the bottom were quite economical, so that large areas of white skin were exposed, shaking slightly with breathing, which was simply tempting to commit a crime.

(This dress... feels similar to the singing girls in some entertainment venues in the Void City...)

Kabala stared blankly, not noticing that blood had already flowed from his nose.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at him with a somewhat surprised but happy look.

"Although I really want to say 'Please see my heroic figure', it seems that you have already seen it."

Kabala was startled and subconsciously touched his face, so the white paint and his nosebleed were mixed together, and he suddenly looked like a painted face in Peking Opera.

He came back to his senses, laughed dryly twice, and hurriedly used magic to stop the bleeding.

"That..." He hesitated for a moment and asked curiously, "What level of God's Messenger are you?"

"Battleship-class fantasy God's Messenger, Lion." The girl replied, and then added, "It's completely different from the Fantasy Shame!"

"Fantasy Shame? Who is that?"

"Please don't ask, I won't recognize that kind of comedian..." The girl named "Lion" stopped halfway through her words and turned to look at the divine power position opposite.

"Is that our enemy?" she asked.

Kabala understood that the other party was unwilling to mention the matter of the envoy, so he wisely did not ask further questions and changed the topic with her: "Yes, we are at war with the Church of the God of Nobility. This time, we summoned you to help us deal with the legendary masters of the other party."

"How many?" Shi asked.

"It should be nine."

"Nine? Even I can't fight against nine legendary masters at the same time..."

"So there are helpers." Kabala smiled and pointed to the side, "We have summoned nine envoys. Although they are all mass-produced, it should be okay with your command, right?"

Following the direction of his finger, Shi saw the nine mass-produced envoys who were queuing up solemnly and waiting for orders.