Cthulhu Gonfalon

Kabala, male, twenty-four years old, a mid-level pastor who believes in the **** of knowledge, is not good at fighting. He specializes in writing leaflets and designing preaching lines.

He was originally a very ordinary pastor and was a common logistician in the Church of Knowledge. However, since Yu Xiong invented the god-souvenir technique, he was surprised to find that he had a very good luck when he was in the “big building”. On average, he could summon an elite gods about five times.

This luck was so bad that he quickly got the title of "European Little White Face". This time, the Church of Knowledge God is going to fight with the Church of the Aristocratic God. The electorate Ms. Geerten has specially taken him to him, so that he can do nothing and concentrate on summoning God.

However, an average of five summons once does not mean that the elite will be summoned five times at any time.

Kabbalah has used all the means to improve luck - including but not limited to spells, equipment, potions, etc. - but until now, nine times before and after, all are mass-produced gods, one There are no elite gods.

(Today my luck is a bit bad... No, it should be said that such luck is normal, my usual luck is overkill)

Kabbalah secretly sighed in his heart, and his hands kept on circling, and the four resources were grouped into altars.

Because of this time, I have to use a lot of resources for each summoning. The summoned gods, even if they are not elite, are more powerful in mass production. What battle ranks, aircraft carrier grades, abound.

(I have never understood that the so-called "war class", "carrier class", "light class", "light patrol"... What exactly do these mean?)

In the main plane, because of geography and species, the maritime industry is not developed, let alone what navy - oh, the navy is also there, but people are not boating, they swim directly in the sea...

For this reason, no matter whether it is a battleship or a cruiser, an aircraft carrier or a destroyer, it has not developed. There are roughly two types of ships in this world, fishing boats and merchant ships.

However, the gods created by Yuxiong have neither the fishing class nor the merchant class, and the top is also the "fishing level."

By the way, there are only two fishery-level rivers, and the combat effectiveness is negligible. Usually, they are responsible for snoring and logistics in the Kingdom of God...

Once again, the altar was full of resources. Kabala went to the side to wash his face with clean cold water, then wiped it with a specially prepared white towel, and applied some white paint on his face before returning to the front of the altar. .

These means are summed up by the priests, and perhaps it seems likely to increase luck.

Speaking of it, there are indeed spells and equipment that enhance luck in the world. However, it seems that it does not help the effect of the "big construction" summoning technique, nor does it know what luck it is looking at...

Taking a deep breath, Kabala set the **** and began to recite the spell.

The spell is not long, and I will finish it in a while. Then he started the spell with a restless mood.

The four piles of resources quickly became transparent, and then turned into countless spots of light to fly, hovering in the air, and gradually disappearing, when the altar began to shine.

According to the rules of summarization, when you see the light, you will generally know what level of God is being summoned.

The lowest level of light is white light, which is often seen when summoning with minimal resources. In this case, the summoned **** makes it very poor even in the mass production type of God, even for the intermediate priest of Kabala, it can't help much.

A little more advanced is the green light. Although the summoned gods are mass-produced, they are at least slightly stronger than the white light summoned, which can help a lot.

More advanced is Blu-ray, which is the level of the so-called "main power level", and several of Kabbalah's summons today are all this level.

Further up is the golden light, that is the rare elite god. Such gods may not be particularly powerful, but they all have excellent wisdom, and they can command the gods to fight. With their leadership, even the mass-produced gods will greatly enhance their combat effectiveness.

However, this time the light seems to be not the same as before.

It is neither white nor green or blue, and certainly not gold.

It is a colorful cloud.

"What level is this?" Kabala looked at the faint light and faded away. A girl wearing a heavy white dress with a heavy red dress and a small crown with a gold-red crown and a scepter with a gemstone in her hand appeared in the In front of him.

This girl's dress is quite daring, obviously it should be a very dignified dress, but the front part is completely omitted. The silky white stockings are pulled with a black sling on the short tight vest, which will make the beautiful body The curve is fully revealed. Except for the long skirt that was completely uncovered in the place where the cover was completely covered, the materials used in the top and the bottom were quite saved, so that the skin of the white skin was exposed in large pieces, and with the slight shaking of the breath, Jane was tempted to commit crimes. The point.

(This dress... feels like the songs of some entertainment venues in Nether City...)

Kabala looked at it stunnedly, noticing that he had bleeding inside his nose.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at him with some surprised but very pleasant eyes.

"Although I would like to say ‘please see my heroic attitude,’ but it’s true that I’ve seen it.”

Kabala was shocked and subconsciously touched his face, so the white paint and his nosebleeds were together, and suddenly became like a singer of Beijing opera.

He only came back to God, and he laughed twice, rushing to use his own blood to stop bleeding.

"That..." He hesitated, curiously asking, "What level of **** are you?"

"The battleship-class fantasy god, the lion." The girl replied, and then added, "It is completely different from the illusion of that fantasy!"

"Fantasy shame? Who is that?"

"Please don't ask, I won't admit the kind of comedian..." The girl named "Lion" stopped only halfway and turned to look at the opposite power position.

"Is that our enemy?" she asked.

Kabala understood that this was the other party’s unwillingness to mention the ambassador’s sensation. She did not ask wisely, and she changed the subject with her: “Yes, we are fighting the church of the nobles, this time calling you to help, is In order to deal with each other's legendary powerhouse."

"How many?" asked the lion.

"It should be nine."

"Nine? Even if it is me, there is no way to fight against nine legendary powerhouses at the same time..."

"So there is a helper." Kabala smiled and pointed to the side. "We have summoned nine gods, although they are all mass-produced, but if you command, you should be fine?"

In the direction of his fingers, the lion saw the nine mass-produced gods who were rowing up seriously and waiting for orders.