My queen is rebelling!

Chapter 28: Cohen's Astonishing Move – Summoning a God!

(Thanks to book friends "A Garden of Four Seasons Green Pear Blossom" and "Ming Suo" for the rewards, thank you bosses!)

In a first-floor private room, Modo clicked his tongue softly:

"This kid really knows how to stir up trouble. Doing something like this in front of so many people, doesn't Raymond care about his reputation?

Does he really think all Legendary ranks are as easy to talk to as I am?

I'm very curious, what exactly does he have to rely on to quell the anger of a Legendary rank."

"Miss, should we intervene?"

"Miss?"

Isabella snapped out of her thoughts, her tone carrying a strange meaning:

"When did Nephthys get so close to him?"

Mr. Modo was a little bewildered by Isabella's peculiar thought process. Is this the time to be considering this question?

Why did she suddenly bring up Nephthys?

But he still replied:

"It seems they reached some kind of agreement. I saw them talking together for a long time after things concluded yesterday."

Isabella raised her eyebrows slightly:

"What kind of agreement could make him willing to confront a Legendary alone?"

Modo frowned slightly, feeling that the Miss was particularly different today.

"Um, I don't know about that. I'll ask him later. He already arranged a meeting with the bishop from the Church of Light that he asked to meet. I was just about to find him to talk about it."

Isabella waved her hand:

"No need to ask, I'm not interested in that."

Modo's face revealed a strange expression, and he asked:

"Should we intervene? It feels like this kid is about to give out."

Isabella blinked her eyes:

"Oh, intervene quickly, don't let that bastard Raymond hurt him."

…

Cohen's expression was calm as water, his gaze turning to Nephthys beside him:

"You are the 【Battle Temple's】 prospective Saintess, Raymond won't vent his anger on you, you should leave."

Nephthys shook her head firmly:

"Sir, there is no prospective Saintess here, only your Nephthys!"

Modo stopped in his tracks, looking at Isabella's icy face, and wisely didn't ask why she wanted to do this.

Nephthys's answer stirred Cohen's heart slightly. He reached out and rubbed the girl's head, and said softly:

"Do you have a sword? Lend it to me for a moment."

His "Eternal Heart" also had several standard longswords, but in front of so many people, it wasn't appropriate for him to use this magical equipment.

Nephthys nodded and took out a longsword from her storage item and handed it to Cohen.

Cohen held the sword and skillfully twirled it into a beautiful sword flourish.

Cohen didn't let Uncle Hogg take action, firstly because his identity was too sensitive, which could easily lead to unnecessary associations, and secondly, he didn't want to rely on external forces this time!

Everyone looked at Cohen wielding the longsword.

Is his specialty weapon the sword?

A sword-based profession… doesn't seem like it.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, it's estimated that many people would want to ask what profession this mysterious young man held.

Raymond said coldly:

"It seems that my attitude yesterday gave you a misconception!

Making you think you have the qualifications to talk to me on equal footing!"

Cohen skillfully wielded the longsword, smiling lightly:

"You made your choice, I made my choice, why get angry?"

Everyone looked at Cohen, who was still talking and laughing under the pressure of the Legendary rank, and couldn't help but feel admiration.

Just this calm and breezy demeanor alone would kill countless young talents.

Isabella's star-like eyes sparkled with intoxicating starlight, her gaze never leaving Cohen's body.

A trace of appreciation floated in Raymond's eyes. If the other party wasn't too arrogant, he would really be willing to continue cooperating with him.

Raymond's voice continued to sound:

"I admit, you are indeed a genius, and a very powerful genius!

But the Demon Tide Continent has no shortage of geniuses!

You may be gold, but even the floor tiles of the Central Empire's Empress Palace are made of gold!

I'll give you a chance, submit to me, and I'll spare your life. Even Modo can't stop me in the War God's Dojo."

Cohen stopped his sword dance, looked at Raymond's eyes filled with playful smiles, and asked a question:

"The Empress of the Central Empire? Is she… a god!"

Everyone changed color, not knowing what Cohen meant by suddenly saying this.

As soon as the words fell, Cohen stepped lightly on the ground, exerting force with his right hand.

Then, using the sword as a pen, he outlined complex runes on the ground.

Before long, several mysterious runes formed a pattern similar to an altar.

Looking at the pattern that appeared on the ground, everyone's faces showed doubt.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ reading ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

However, Raymond, who was still aggressive just now, suddenly stagnated, as if he had thought of something unbelievable, his breathing suddenly became rapid:

"You… what are you drawing!"

His voice even carried a hint of panic.

The complex pattern was quickly completed. Cohen straightened his tall body, glanced at Raymond coldly, and then pointed his sword to the sky, uttering strange and obscure tones.

Even though they couldn't understand what Cohen was saying, every syllable uttered from his mouth made people's hearts tremble.

It was as if their hearts were beating in time with Cohen's inflections!

At this moment, Raymond had completely lost the aura of a Legendary rank, his face changed color in horror, his body trembling, and a hint of fear was faintly visible in the depths of his eyes.

The nobles on the first and second floors, who were originally observing the situation in secret, couldn't help but hold back at this moment.

Many old nobles who usually made Effie tremble with a stomp of their feet appeared.

They walked out of the private rooms one after another. Many elderly nobles with white hair looked at Cohen's actions, their faces revealing expressions of horror.

This… this is…

Although the others were at a loss, seeing those nobles who were originally high above and calm in the face of change all showing stunned expressions one by one, they also knew that Cohen must be completing some extraordinary ritual.

For a time, everyone's attention was focused on this young man wearing a mask and not showing his true face.

Isabella's expression had completely solidified, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt, her red lips slightly open, as if she wanted to say something, but felt it was too shocking and didn't speak.

Those top forces and great nobles who came out of the first and second floors now had the same guess in their hearts as Isabella:

Divine Incantation!

This young man is actually summoning a god!

As early as ten thousand years ago, the gods of the Demon Tide Continent rarely walked in the human world.

Usually, the priests of the various temples seek the help of the gods through prayer.

This is the most common way to contact the gods, for example, it is as if the priests have a telegraph line leading to the gods.

They can send telegrams to the gods, but whether they receive them or not depends on the gods' own wishes, and the initiative is in the hands of the gods.

However, in addition to this one, there is also a more crude and direct method, which is to summon a god!

Similar to making a phone call!

As long as you don't answer, the phone will keep ringing!

The gods can only accept it passively.

However, this is just a theoretical method. The reality is that no one would use this method.

Not to mention that "summoning a god" requires a long and complex ritual, which almost no one understands, even if someone really understands it, who would have the guts to disturb a god?

Are they tired of living?

But everything that is happening before their eyes is clearly telling them that there really are people who understand, and there really are people who dare!

As Cohen's last note fell, suddenly, the entire arena was shrouded in blood, and after a strange silence, everyone's ears resounded with the neighing of warhorses—

The God of Combat and War, Ares · Beacon Fire, has descended!