My summons are weird

What happened that night was so shocking that until now, as long as Orcus thinks about it, he thinks it was a dream.

However, the ruts left by the flesh and blood chariots on the lawn in the courtyard, and the face that was scratched by the tentacles reminded Orkus that this is reality.

Afterwards, Orcus discovered that the price paid for the Chariot of Flesh was very low.

This is unreasonable. Judging from the results he personally obtained to test the combat power of the flesh and blood chariot, this is a complete killing machine. Every position on his body has combat methods for different situations.

The price paid for such a summoned object is actually lower than that of summoning the "Dragon Slayer" by yourself?

The more powerful the summoned object, the higher the price, which is the consensus of the summoners.

Using this common sense to explain the rapid termination of the contract and disappearance of the chariot of flesh and blood seems to be achievable.

Powerful, low-cost summons often have some unexpected limitations, such as the summoning time limit.

Barely explaining the reason for breaking the contract, Orkus fell into confusion again, and it was this problem that made Orkus continue to start new summoning experiments.

One thousand and one hundred years ago, the magician Hanlin Lordan raised the famous fantasy life question, that is, if someone can imagine a thing that does not exist in this world, what form will this thing come in?

In the next two hundred years, countless summoners who could not find a way out used various methods to try to answer this question.

This chaotic two hundred years eventually led to the Summoner becoming a loathsome existence for a long time.

Jokes about summoners from various colleges emerged endlessly. Even low-level magicians could laugh at high-level summoners on the street. Countless summoners who were fighting for their breath chose to live in seclusion or change their schools.

Hanlin Luodan's daughter even started a dark age of hunting summoners. It wasn't until the situation got out of control that the mediation of various parties allowed the genre of summoners to breathe.

However, since then, the summoning theory has completely withered in several continents around the Mera continent.

Orkus glanced again at the introduction to the school, which was obtained from the continent of Collet and written by scholars in the continent of Mera.

Illusory life, this unsolvable question raised by the Summoning School proposed by Hanlin Luodan, has also been debated by scholars of various schools later.

Regardless of whether there is a solution, magicians of many schools are very puzzled. Even if it is not something that does not exist in this world, summoning seems to be unable to accurately descend the tangible things they describe.

All kinds of gods and monsters in literary works, those fleeting fragments of inspiration, the indescribable indescribable echoing in the mind with uneasiness in the dark night.

No matter what it is, drawing the shape, giving the description, and the summoning ceremony often give only a body without fighting power.

The vaguer the description, the more practical the conjured thing.

It is completely opposite to the rules of summons obtained by summoning common things in this world.

If it is speculated based on the information left by these summoning schools, who created such a powerful flesh and blood chariot and made it look like a chariot?

Orcus's scalp tingled.

Recalling the unkind shape of the Flesh Chariot, the people who built it...

Orkus paced back and forth in the study, deeply entangled.

Reason told him that there might be an unimaginable price to pay for summoning such an evil summoned creature again, but...

Orkus was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and he sat on the chair dejectedly, looking at the dimly lit illuminating crystals on the table, without any focus in his eyes.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe it several times, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

With a "snap", Orkus stood up.

In order to strengthen his mind, he quickly ran into the courtyard.

As one of the Seven Rods of Celer, his mansion and fiefdom are very large, and under the prestige of the Seven Rods, no one will intrude by mistake.

But just to be on the safe side, Orkus still honestly arranged a magic circle to isolate the inside and outside.

Like a child about to get the toys in the window, Orkus couldn't wait to start the summoning ceremony.

The outline of the flesh and blood chariot was easily drawn by him, and the content summarized in the battle session was filled in the description.

The whitened left eye could see clearly that the magic power in his body flowed out continuously, rushing to a certain point in the void, where the summoning ceremony was being completed.

Those veined magic powers are forming the body of the flesh and blood chariot.

Orkus raised his head full of joy and waited for his "toy" to drop.

It's like a pharmacist can't refuse a medicine that is extremely versatile and has no side effects... No, this analogy is not accurate.

Summoners who can no longer see the future of the Summoning School can be as happy as children even if they get a little relief.

No one can resist this new toy.

"Swoosh."

A strange noise interrupted Orkus' dream.

The magic power that was forming the flesh and blood chariot collapsed one after another, and Orkus, who was standing under the summoning ceremony, was washed by the magic power and absorbed them all involuntarily.

At the same time, the summoning ceremony in the void disappeared after another dull sound.

Orkus stared blankly at the empty grass, then raised his head blankly.

"Why?"

Orkus thought that his summoning was wrong, so he quickly started the second summoning.

As a mature summoner, Orkus has become accustomed to the instability of summoning. The wrong version, the sudden failure of the summoned item, the abnormal fluctuation of the summoned item's strength, and many messy accidents, he has seen many times.

Summoners and Apothecaries are both very resilient to failure.

"Swoosh."

Orkus swayed from side to side again when the magic power burst out when the summoning ceremony disappeared.

"this…"

Orcus gritted his teeth: "Come again!"

"Swoosh."

"Swoosh."

After failing six or seven times in a row, Orkus calmed down. He gritted his teeth and was no longer carried away by emotions.

The summoning ceremony was formed again, and Orcus's white eyes watched the magic power interweave in the void like the blood vessels of the human body, inputting energy for a "source" that does not exist here.

Orcus watched intently.

The white eyes injured by the explosion of the summoning experiment can see the "source" of the summoning ceremony that ordinary magicians cannot see.

It was a continuously rotating black hole surrounded by a white halo.

The invisible magic power will be drawn into it by it.

Baiyan could feel a strange sense of distance, this inexplicable feeling made Orkus suspect that this black hole did not exist in front of him at all, it was just a projection-like existence.

At the moment when the summoning ceremony disappeared, Orkus saw an incredible scene.

Those "vessels" that seemed to have veins that were transporting magic power broke from the source one after another, and the half-swallowed magic power was released from the "source" and returned in full.

Orcus shuddered.

In the next second, severe pain came from the left eye.

It was as if someone pierced it with a sharp awl and rotated it vigorously.

Orkus fell to the ground, curled up into a ball, and blood continued to flow from the gap between the fingers covering his left eye.

The trembling Orkus' brain was numb, and he breathed out continuously, hoping to relieve the pain, but what he waited for was wave after wave of labor pain.

After more than half an hour of stinging, Orkus was sweating profusely, lying on the ground like a fish about to suffocate, gasping for breath.

The pain gradually subsided, and Orkus, who was awake again, tried hard to open his left eye.

A piece of bright red.

Not completely blind, but still able to see things.

Orkus wanted to go back to the house to get some treatment for his eyes, but he took only a few steps and came back again.

Orcus, who started the summoning ceremony again, did not summon the flesh and blood chariot, but chose to summon a very ordinary half-orc.

With his left eye, which was gradually no longer bleeding, he watched the summoning ceremony with difficulty.

"Great, you can still see traces."

Orkus laughed loudly, regardless of the pain caused by pulling his eyes.

He has tasted the side effects caused by failed summoning more than once, this time it was just a little bit more painful.

But why do you always suffer from your own eyes?

After dispelling the summons, Orcus returned to the mansion and quickly healed his eyes.

With his right eye still intact, Orkus kept rummaging through his summoning book.

In a classic book of Ben Lai, Orcus found what he wanted.

Six hundred years ago, a certain summoner in Collet claimed that when he summoned, he failed to get the summoned objects several times in a row.

According to many summoner experiments, even if the summoning ritual does not give you the correct summoned item, it will still give you a summoned item similar to your description.

This is exchange.

You paid the price, and he gave you the summons.

Therefore, the summoner claimed that he continued to summon objects, but did not get anything, which was considered by other summoners to be out of position.

After experiencing the dark age of the summoner initiated by Hanlin Luodan's daughter, the summoner is very clear that he is easy to attract the ridicule of the superior group of magicians.

So in the end of this matter, the summoner just let it go, and changed his words to say that he had summoned wrongly.

However, this Summoner from Collet Continent is not an isolated case.

Also six hundred years ago, in the event of the spiritual catastrophe of the Mera Continent infestation, when a summoner defended the city, he said that his summoned objects could not come.

And there is more than one, there are five recorded.

In view of the fact that the battlefield was divided into many places at that time, and some occupied areas did not have any data preserved, Orkus always felt that this number was less.

In view of the fact that the summoners who reported the abnormality were all polluted by the infested spirit in the subsequent defense battle, so the person who recorded this information reported to the leaders of the multi-racial coalition forces, and the final result was - the infested spirit Contaminates their minds, causing them to hallucinate.

These records with a sense of age, coupled with Orkus's personal experience just now, made him even more confused.

He felt like a giant thrown into the maze, looking up at the towering walls around him, and the ever-extending road, he had no other choice but to circle around in a daze.

If he made a mistake in his summoning, then the summoning ceremony should give a wrong version of the summoned item instead of giving nothing.

Several times in succession, he described and depicted the chariot of flesh and blood, and the summoning ceremony did complete the response, but each time it was stopped at the last moment.

Those summoners back then should have been trying to summon the same summoner just like him.

Maybe it's because I don't believe in evil, maybe it's because I discovered something keenly.

Orkus kept pacing and meditating, and the dull pain in his left eye did not interrupt his completely absorbed thoughts.

Thoughts are constantly colliding in the maze, and when the feeling touches the answer, it encounters a towering barrier.

Orcus was so irritated that he wanted to yell.

He picked up the pen and wrote down the scattered thoughts on the paper, lest they be like meteors piercing the sky, fleeting.

"The summoning ceremony responded."

"A response means the summoning ceremony was successful."

"Success but no summons..."

"I am summoning a chariot of flesh and blood..."

Orkus frowned, and the hand holding the pen was shaking.

"I did summon the Flesh Chariot, but I couldn't complete the contract?"

Orcus was startled.

If this guess is true, then the flesh and blood chariot should be something he can't summon at all.

His preset summoning cost was too low, so the Flesh Chariot couldn't make a contract with him.

If he wanted to complete the summoning ceremony, he had to make an overpayment and place an even greater price on it.

Then how did he summon the bloody chariot for the first time?

This question also led to another question that made Orkus' scalp tingle.

If the Chariot of Flesh can be contracted, but it can't be summoned now... what is preventing it from coming?

God?

"The God of Summoning, does it really exist?" Orkus' voice trembled. "If it does exist, why did the Summoning School wither, and why are there so many unexplained questions about summoning?"

Orkus felt that his cognition had been greatly challenged.

No matter which question he can answer right now.

Trembling, he took out a bottle of potion from under the desk. After carefully confirming the effect, he took out the measuring cup, poured it out according to the dosage requirement, and then took a sip.

This powerful sedative potion is a must for some scholars to fall asleep to.

They have been wandering in the classics all the year round, and it is easy for them to get stuck in the corner, because they came to wrong conclusions, and finally drove themselves crazy in the entanglement.

As an experienced summoner, Orkus knew very well that once his mind was shaken at this time, his thinking about these issues in the future would be affected by this moment.

In order to rationally explore the path of summoning, he must calm down now.

"Give me a peaceful dream... I really need to rest for a while."

Muttering like this, Orkus dragged his tired body and rolled onto the bed.

After a while, the snoring sounded like thunder.

Silence and tranquility descended on Orkus' mansion again, wrapping him gently and lifting him up.