My summons are weird

After Lu Yu was Lulu, and the conversation was very short. When Lulu came out, her face was blank. When Sera asked what she said, Lulu nodded and shook her head, leaving only one sentence: "I didn't understand it..."

After Lulu came the Mist Demon. If the Mist Demon hadn't been clever enough to interrupt the conversation when he saw Laurent coughing again and again, he would probably continue talking.

On the second day, Laurent and Mao Jing summoned everyone who was still working in the Pope's Tower in the room, and distributed the gifts they had prepared one by one to thank them for their hard work over the years, and called everyone to hold the ceremony again that night Had a bonfire.

Unloading all Laurent sat among the crowd this time.

Guarding the gate of the Pope's Tower, the few members of the Pope's Knights made a good start for the bonfire party. They took off their swords, said in unison, "Dancing with swords for fun", and then jumped off the stage.

In Lu Yu's cognition, when someone wants to dance a sword in an extremely happy and harmonious atmosphere, it is almost always to cause trouble. There are many such classic plots in history.

However, this group of strong and burly men obviously did not have the idea of ​​​​"intentioning Pei Gong".

They were divided into teams of two, and the afterimages of their sharp swords danced, forming an impenetrable wall. It was hard to imagine that this was a skill honed by a group of people whose average strength hovered around the fourth level. Their hands were so stable, as if Even if the wrist is tied with a boulder, it can still draw dangerous and charming sword flowers with skill and ease.

There were no musical instruments, and the audience subconsciously tapped their hands rhythmically. As the crowd slowly increased their speed, the frequency of sword dancing by the knights became faster and faster.

They are dancing.

The shiny sword blades reflected the warm light of the bonfire, and arcs of light surrounded their bodies. Their movements were huge, neat and powerful, and the hard lines outlined by the firelight on their stretched bodies made them look like moving bodies. statue.

When the swords clashed, they kept shaking their arms, making the blades tremble, and the sword dance also turned into a sword fight at this moment.

They manipulated the sabers with amazing sword skills, and the sword tips kept colliding, sparking a series of sparks, illuminating their resolute faces, and they achieved ecstasy by fully concentrating on it, and attracted everyone's admiration for their wonderful "dancing posture".

Laurent led the applause.

Lulu and Lu Yu were dumbfounded, and they hurriedly mixed in when they heard the applause beside their ears.

Lulu, who has been studying magic for a long time, only has written knowledge of martial arts, and she has never fought against top fighters since she became famous.

Lu Yu, who follows Lulu, has the greatest knowledge of martial arts from Luo Ye. This is a man who uses knives superbly. It makes people wonder if their hands have been practiced for ten years, and they can't do it in a hundred years.

The admiration on Lulu's face suddenly disappeared, and she opened the chat room she hadn't used for a long time.

"There are too many ways for a magician of the same level to kill such a warrior."

I don't mean to show off the power of magic. As a genius magician, Lulu has mixed feelings.

Lu Yu understood and clapped a little more vigorously.

With the rise of magic power, the world has entered a new era, and magicians will also usher in a sharp change.

Where should the warrior go?

They continue to hone their skills and exchange time, sweat, and blood for progress.

The machinery is boring, and you practice day after day just to win with one blow, and you have a slight chance of winning when fighting a magician.

For warriors, the world is cruel, and the skills they are proud of and rely on for survival are becoming weaker and weaker in the ever-changing era.

"Closer is more advantageous" is just a joke. When a warrior continues to hammer and forge his body, obtains amazing explosive power, and has the body skills enough to avoid magic, he will be surprised to find that the magician releases the shield and picks up the scroll , wearing enchanted armor.

When you try your best to squeeze your body to the limit, and you are confident that the mage only has one chance to cast spells, warriors will find that one blow from the mage is enough to resolve the battle.

You spent countless hours, blood and tears, and endured endless pain and torture for this blow, while the magician only needs to chant spells.

When warriors of the same rank must be prepared to risk their lives in order to win a slight chance of winning against a magician, the warrior has already lost.

The magician's blockade of craftsman's skills has strangled the warrior's throat. Weapons made of gold and iron can be blessed with skills to cut through magic, but they are not qualified to go further.

When the rolling tide of the times sweeps in, those weak persistence, the resentment in the face of the tide, and the unwilling roar from the heart are destined to be drowned.

It is never shifted by anyone's will.

Lu Yu didn't know what the future path of warriors would be. At this moment, he only hoped that his applause would make those who persevered feel "worth it".

Just as he and Orcus did not give up their calling, those who are willing to persevere should not be made fun of. Although they are stupid, they are worthy of respect.

The party is still going on.

The cooks sang hymns with a broken gong voice, Laurende laughed out loud, and even pulled Sera to his side, saying, "If you had sung like this, I would never have taken you away."

To be honest, regardless of the evaluation bonuses of the party and Laurent, Lu Yu feels that the lethality of this group of cooks' chorus is about equal to the sixth level...

Most of the servants are honest and have no special skills, so they performed classic programs such as dish-wiping competition and cleaning competition for Laurent on the spot.

Laurent was smiling all the time, and he encouraged everyone who took the initiative to show themselves, and Mao Jing would also give out silver coins in due course as a reward.

When the party was over and Mao Jing helped Laurende back to his room, he was still admiring everyone's activity tonight.

Lu Yu followed behind and said with a smile, "Why don't you let Sera sing a hymn tomorrow night, you always praised her singing is charming, but we haven't heard it once."

Lu Yu's proposal made Lulu blink her eyes and stared at Lu Yu, hesitated for a while, and she agreed: "I really haven't heard of it... Ever since Sera came to play with me on her own, I have I never heard her hum a song."

The fog demon directly turned into a big question mark—under Lu Yu's teaching, she would also turn into an ellipsis and an exclamation point.

Sierra's expression was as usual, and she didn't seem to plan to answer.

Laurende sat by the bed, coughed and said, "You haven't sung for many years, can you still sing?"

Serra said, "I could..."

Laurent glanced at Lu Yu, showing a smug expression: "Then let's sing, everyone wants to hear it, and so do I."

Sierra was helpless, she had no choice but to nod.

Laurent leaned slightly, and his eyes, which were still looking at Lu Yu, suddenly dimmed.

Realizing that something was wrong, Lu Yu rushed forward with a vigorous step, catching Laurent who fell straight down.

Laurende opened his mouth slightly, his pupils dilated suddenly, his hands remained in the original posture, extremely stiff, his breathing was rapid and unstable, and he trembled one after another like an electric shock.

It all happened suddenly, Mao Jing, who was making the bed, came to Laurende's side second, and cooperated with Lu Yu to carry him to the bed.

The mist demon rushed out, and when he came back, he was followed by two doctors.

Seeing Laurende's appearance, the doctor didn't dare to neglect. They were the masters of the room at this time, and everyone except Mao Jing was invited out, leaving enough space for them to display their abilities.

After stepping on countless times, the pear-yellow carved door that was pushed open separated the inside and outside. Lu Yu sat on the chair, his legs shaking anxiously. Watch that door.

There was no change in expression on Sera's face. She folded her hands, leaned against the wall, and looked out of the window to the distance. The index finger that tapped her arm repeatedly betrayed her inner anxiety.

Lulu sat next to Lu Yu holding the Wu Yao, and the worried two were surprisingly synchronized with Lu Yu's movements.

This time was far more dangerous than the previous encounter with Laurent. He who was still joking with Lu Yu last second suddenly lost consciousness, as if his soul had been snatched away by a pair of big hands.

A soft white glowed in the dark sky, and the morning light dispelled the darkness that shrouded the land.

At the back of the corridor passage, the early servants knelt on the ground, they clasped their hands and prayed tremblingly.

At this time, only the chef is still working in the Pope's Tower. Laurent once said that nothing can make you happier than eating a full meal when you are hungry.

Time passed by, and both the magical treatment plan and the traditional medical technique should have a result, but the door was still closed.

The chefs pushed the trolley with trembling hands to deliver breakfasts to everyone, and they kept repeating what Laurende had said.

"There's nothing like a full meal when you're hungry."

"Everyone is hungry, let's eat first..."

With Sierra taking the lead, everyone began to eat mouthful after mouthful. Today’s breakfast was delicious. These two have already obtained tickets to Lu Yu’s territory. The chef who will be on the last shift before leaving is very skilled, but his throat is blocked badly , no one praised.

The door opened suddenly, and pairs of eyes immediately focused on the doctor who pushed the door out.

Lu Yu stood up, staring at the doctor's lips, afraid of hearing words like "I did my best".

"Serra, go hire a puppeteer." Perhaps because he was too tired, the doctor didn't use honorifics, and his voice was trembling.

After the doctor finished speaking, he closed the door again.

Lu Yu wanted to grab Sera's hand and ask why he was looking for a puppeteer instead of other doctors or magicians, but Sera didn't give him this chance.

He subconsciously thought that the puppeteer meant making some advance preparations for Laurend's body after his death, and covered his head in pain.

Fortunately, Lulu reminded him in the chat room of another characteristic of the puppeteer genre.

The most outstanding puppeteer in Theocracy, a middle-aged man nicknamed "Honeycomb" hurried over. This deeply religious man was still trembling as he passed through the crowd in the corridor. Behind him was a man with a numb expression and mechanical movements. It's like a zombie.

Lulu couldn't bear it anymore, and when she passed by the hive, she said, "Please save the Pope..."

Hive turned her head, the bitterness on her face subsided.

Because as far as the eye can see, every pair of eyes looking at him is shining with hope.

Honeycomb nodded: "I will try my best to snatch His Excellency the Pope back from the God of Radiance..."

This sentence is enough to be considered blasphemy. No one thinks it is wrong.

In the ward, the pure magical power of plants and trees was constantly intertwined on the bed, and those vitality-filled forces maintained the vitality of Laurent's body.

The two doctors almost collapsed and vomited blood twice. Without the support of Mao Jing's magic power, they could not even complete this meticulous magic circle with their strength.

This is the limit of what they can do.

The two doctors who had been drained looked at the hive and said sadly: "We have done everything we can..."

"If possible, I would like to inject my life into the body of His Majesty the Pope... But aging is inevitable..."

"God of Radiance, do you really want to take away everything from the Theocracy... Can't you just give the Pope some more time... Just a little more..."

Honeycomb put her hand on the accompanying doll, took a deep breath, and triggered the mechanism with magic power.

The two doctors were so weak that their legs couldn't stop trembling, but at this moment, they stood up while leaning on the wall, and moved to the side of the hive step by step.

The material that made up the doll's surface skin began to peel off little by little, revealing the still beating heart and some organs that were functioning well.

As a pioneer in the magician genre, the puppeteer escapes decay, and the ultimate goal is to complete "rebirth" again and again by replacing parts or replacing the body and consciousness.

Crowrance was limited by the times. Even though he had conceived a long time ago, he couldn't realize it. He could only hide in the discussion or discussion by splitting his consciousness. A special place beyond the outside world.

Under the magic of reality, the puppeteers who aim to create "life" have not made a breakthrough so far, but replacing parts... the honeycomb has succeeded.

After obtaining the consent of the family, he personally replaced the kidney and arm of a farmer, which finally allowed the farmer to live for nearly a year before he died of necrosis of the kidney.

Every time after that, the hive is failing.

The hive that has not yet summed up enough experience and rules is now facing the Pope who once praised him...

The hive was panting violently, as if it had finished a marathon.

"Sister in black...you should know the risks...I...I..." Hive trembled all over, looking at the pale and unconscious Laurende on the hospital bed, he choked up, "Are you ready?"

Even knowing that if the attempt fails, he is likely to be implicated by crazy believers and out-of-control anger in the future, Hive still asked the question without hesitation.

As long as Maojing is willing to try, he is willing to save their glory for the Theocracy!

It was nothing more than a bet on his own future, and he gambled!

Maojing stared at Laurende affectionately, and after a long time, she made a decision.

"please."

After finishing speaking, Mao Jing leaned down and kissed Laurende's loose face, which had lost its elasticity, and then his dry lips.

She no longer cared about the gazes of the people around her, she wanted to satisfy herself, and it was also the love Laurende had suppressed for decades.

The doctor and the hive lowered their heads, sobbing softly.

This scene, which resembled the love at dusk, did not make them feel abrupt and disgusted, but made them feel deeply powerless and ashamed.

"Don't…"

Mao Jing got up quickly, looking in surprise at the pair of eyes that slowly opened and had faded away.

Laurent repeated angrily: "Don't..."

The doctor and the hive went crazy, they hurried forward, but they heard Laurent's mosquito-like noise.

"Thank you for...going out."

He wanted to laugh, but the muscles in his face were out of control.

The hive and the doctor maintained absolute respect for Laurent, they backed away slowly, and gently closed the door.

"Don't try..."

Mao Jing's eyes widened, staring at her lover in horror.

Laurent finally regained control of the facial muscles, and showed the most gentle smile to Maojing.

"I'm really tired…"

"Lu Yu... Lu... Lu... Sera... I have to go... I have to hurry..."

"Magic...magic power...the tide is coming...can't...delay them..."

"I...dead...Da...everyone...all relieved..."