My summons are weird

Celcaro, Streamer City.

Nihil sat on the giant marble chessboard carved by dolls and examined the two dolls traveling with Brasso.

The flying dragon doll was scarred, the maid doll's core was shattered, and the magic circle shattered.

"Erosion... strange power."

Brasso described: "A horrific natural disaster, it's hard to imagine what would happen if such a catastrophe befell a densely populated area."

Nihil felt the damaged appearance of the dragon doll, and the remaining erosion power was very weak, which made him reveal a humanized distressed look.

"Also, is there any other useful information?"

Brasso recalled for a moment: "When I crossed for the first time... I seemed to see some strange objects falling into the sea."

"From the thundercloud?"

Brasso nodded.

Nihir grabbed the maid doll's head and dismantled it, leaving only two shining eyes.

In front of Brasso, Nihir's star-like eyes slipped from their sockets and floated in mid-air, replaced by the maid's eyes that were just disassembled.

"Perhaps... there are still undestroyed, remnants... oh, it didn't scare you, did it?"

After studying for a long time, he has accumulated enough human rhetoric. The rich samples made his speech more and more close to the flesh and blood of human beings. Nihir kindly asked Brasso to enjoy the spring breeze.

The magic power surged, and the things in Nihir's field of vision began to change. The puppet made by him can record part of the picture before it is damaged. As long as the eyes that retain the information are not completely damaged, it can get the desired information from it—— His judgment was correct, the erosion did not erupt on the eyes whose magic power was relatively weak, although the picture was fragmented, Nihir saw it.

The blood-red light flickered in the center of the purple-black thundercloud, and the azure blue glow like the sky dome complemented each other. Between one red and one blue, a strong storm swept all around.

The flying dragon doll began to descend under the command of Brasso, who was in danger. The chaotic magic power from the sky was terrifying. The thundercloud was shattered and turned like a vortex. Light filled the field of vision.

The sky seemed to be torn open by a vortex. The blue beam of light pierced through the fog and hit the sea directly. The sea water instantly boiled, evaporated, and the fog evaporated.

The maid was located behind Brasso, protecting the gift she gave to Lu Yu with her body and stood upright. Before she had time to react, she forcibly endured the overload of magic power washing, and the surface of her flesh and blood body was left behind. There were many scratches, and the magic circle stopped completely after a few seconds.

Nihil said "stop" silently, and his vision froze. He adjusted the screen slowly, watching the two seconds before the maid was damaged, and shortly after the beam of light pierced through the fog, there seemed to be several shadows falling from the sky in the hazy light fog. .

The maid's eyes were transformed from a magic falcon, which allowed Nihir to zoom in. He zoomed in slowly, and zoomed in again...

Seeing Lord Shenming's frown, Brasso asked curiously, "Master, what did you see?"

"Puppet..." Nihir shook his head, "No, this is a brittle person."

Although it was a little blurry, Nihir could still see the embrittlement phenomenon that occurred in that person—his body was broken like gravel during the fall.

It's not a natural disaster...it's some kind of ritual magic!

According to this earth-shattering scale, it can be concluded that this is definitely not something that can be done by a magician alone, but a super-large ritual magic that is jointly triggered by a large number of magicians.

"Sea area, location, do you remember?"

"I asked for the way several times along the way... The vast sea, Lord, please forgive me for not being able to guarantee that I will find it."

Hearing this, Nihil didn't say much, but comforted him: "It's okay, it's normal, there are visions happening in the sea every day, and even the most skilled guide of Selcarlo bluntly said that the sea is strange. "

Brazo was used to Nihil's gentleness... Sometimes he seriously wished that the Lord he respected could be more majestic.

"Lord, if it was ritual magic, why did you feel the power of forbidden magic shortly after that?"

Nihil switched back his own eyes and shook his head: "I'm just like you, I don't know everything... As you said, fortunately, such natural disasters never happened in densely populated areas."

The Puppet Master's Secret Council rang the bell to notify the Supreme Puppeteer, interrupting Nihil's meditation.

"The name and theme of the first Anthology Contest of Ser Carlo, please be determined by the Supreme."

Nihir had been prepared for a long time, and he stroked the letter sent back by Lu Yu.

"The name of the contest is... Puppet Heart." Nihir said, "At the same time, it is also the theme of the first essay call. All contestants are free to play. The final winners will have the opportunity to write for the first version of the card in person. Write the backstory and get supreme pointers."

Using stories and games to shape a brand new culture of Ser Carlo, this is Lu Yu's suggestion to him, and it is also what he thinks in his heart.

Nihil couldn't help looking at the high sun.

"What are you doing now?"

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The perch that made Nihir think about it is recovering from the bewilderment at this moment.

"Let them let them go, let them go!" Inside the Summoning Temple, Lu Yu yelled, grabbing Che Che's tentacles, "They didn't do anything, did they? Didn't do it? That's good, let them go quickly... No, it's not appropriate to let them go." , the outside world will know of their existence... keep them."

Fortunately, Orkus and Duckweed are not here today, otherwise there is a high probability that they will come up and ask Lu Yu why his actions are so rough.

Che Che frantically nodded with his tentacles, and disappeared in front of Lu Yu in a flash.

It's a good thing he's smart enough, and it's a good thing he knows that the Lord has always been kind... Otherwise, he might be scolded at the piano by others, right?

In the depths of the nightmare forest, Lavigne sat quietly in the center of the magic circle drawn by the planarian patriarch, closing her eyes and meditating.

When the planarian family was about to face extinction, the patriarch prayed devoutly in front of the mural engraved with the Goddess of Wisdom, and was received by the Lord and Goddess.

After improvement, they have now used the magic left by the Lord to arrange the magic circle as a "holy circle" burning with blue flames. The fire wall is towering, and they listen quietly in the center of the burning magic circle. When they hear whispers, they only need to crawl On the ground, you can communicate with the gentle mother goddess.

They succeeded once, but that time the Mother Goddess seemed dissatisfied with being disturbed, and drove them away after muttering some incomprehensible sounds.

The planarians were ashamed of their recklessness and stupidity—they didn't have any preparations for sacrifices, and they treated their mother god who had always protected them so slowly, what a gaffe!

With Lavigne, the planarians finally set up a decent high priest, but the host of the magic circle changed from the planarian patriarch to Lavigne.

Lavigne was apprehensive and excited. Not long ago, according to the guidance of the planarian, she really heard the whisper of the mother god... That soft and sweet female voice made her tremble all over. Cixiang made her body hot.

God, not only is there, she is also listening.

Unlike those false gods who are illusory and never respond, their gods are so merciful and kind.

Thinking of this, Lavigne became more devout, and even though she hadn't heard a response for a long time, she still kept her seated posture motionless.

"Let her go."

The sudden sound from the side of her ears made Lavigne, who was a little distracted, alert. Knowing that the Lord and Goddess of Wisdom like tails, she began to shake her slender tail reflexively.

"Mother God...?"

"Let go, that one, rabbit."

Lavigne was dripping with cold sweat: "Lovely Mother God... Did we do something wrong? If you think that there are too few suitable tributes, we will work hard, please don't..."

"Lord, not happy."

Now it's not just Lavigne, even the surrounding planarian priests heard the sullen voice of the "Mother Goddess".

"The Lord likes it, rabbit ears, but likes, the ears are still on them."

"The Lord likes to play with the furry ears, and also likes the tail..."

"Your behavior displeases the Lord."

Feeling the suffocation coming from the direction of the altar, the planarians and members of the black-tailed clan, who were about to celebrate the harvest, crawled on the ground nervously.

Lavigne reacted quickly, and while shaking her tail, she asked, "We misunderstood the will of the Lord... Goddess, tell me that we who are stupid, how to appease the anger of the Lord... How should we express this respect? "

"You should, think for yourself."

"The Lord is witnessing, waiting for you who are more resourceful to answer."

The wall of fire collapsed, as if the mother goddess was expressing her disappointment with the helpless child. Lavigne and the planarian priests raised their heads in shame, staring at the distant stone wall.

"The merciful Lord... even if we did something wrong, he still didn't punish us." Lavigne comforted the other priests, "The Lord gave us time to make amends, we must come up with an alternative and complete the sacrifice!"

"Miko-sama... what should we do?"

"That rabbit-eared woman, do you still want to kill her?"

"Let it go, let it go quickly...no...I'll go in person."

For this grandest sacrifice in history, the planarians and the black-tailed clan redecorated the dark cave in the way that humans celebrate major festivals, and crystals and fluorite powder capsules for temporary lighting are inlaid everywhere.

She walked down the altar step by step, and lifted the veils from the heads of the two tightly bound people.

These are two rabbit-eared girls who were specially purchased from slave traders for sacrifices. They are cute and charming, and they are not very old. The point is...the rabbit ears are long and wide, which makes people want to rub them.

Lavigne actually didn't have the heart to send these two cute little guys away, but their gods liked it... It was a matter of herself and the entire planarian group, so she finally made a decision.

In order for them to rest in peace, Lavigne and others have been taking care of them very intimately, and coaxing them, as long as they cooperate to complete the ceremony, the gods will take them to a warmer place... Until now, neither of them has Realizing that he was on the brink of death, he asked Lavigne ignorantly if she had completed the ceremony.

Feeling guilty... Lavigne once again realized how benevolent the Mother God and the Lord are. Compared with them, her behavior is an insult to their greatness.

Nearly made a mistake, but fortunately... everything can still be repaired.

The planarian priests quickly took two little rabbit ears to the side to eat candy, while the remaining planarian priests discussed with Lavigne how to change the sacrificial ceremony.

They not only prepared two rabbit-eared tribes, but also prepared a lot of fat rabbits. If the rabbit-eared tribes can't kill them, what about these wild rabbits?

Compared with planarians whose intelligence is not yet complete, Lavigne grasped the crux of the problem.

"The Lord should just hate us for killing intelligent life... Think about the hunting skills he taught you, let the black tail cooperate with the planarians... Yes, this is what we really blasphemed the Lord."

The planarians suddenly realized... But the problem is still not solved. To continue the sacrifice, there must be tributes. If the Lord does not eat rabbit ears, but simply likes to play with the ears and tails of animals like rabbit ears, how should they offer tributes?

No one knows what the Lord likes to eat.

Zana was coaxing one of the bunny-eared girls. Hearing her saying that she was hungry, he hurriedly brought the pasta that his team members had just made.

Seeing the deformed pasta being squeezed by the girl, Zana was suddenly stunned, and he hurried to Lavigne's side.

"We can still continue offering rabbit ears to the Lord."

"You're crazy, the Lord is already angry enough, do you know what you're talking about!" Lavigne hurriedly covered Zana's mouth, for fear that her old buddy would be swallowed by the mother god's anger.

Zana broke away and explained, "Not real rabbit ears... pasta, pasta."

Zana went into the cave where his companions made pasta and took out a ball of dough that was still proofing: "If the Lord doesn't like bloody sacrifices, let's change the way. The Lord likes ears, so let's make the pasta into the shape of ears." , I like tails, so I made them into tails... Didn’t the Lord reprimand the planarians for offering sacrifices at will and wasting materials?”

The more Zana said, the more delighted he became: "If it looks like food, wouldn't it be possible to realize the ritual process of the planarians beheading their own tails to serve the gods, and then devouring themselves? There is no waste at all."

The planarian priests looked at each other with small eyes.

"A wise... move."

"Good God, it will please."

"We should try and see."

Just do what you say, and Zana and others who got the order rushed to all kinds of pasta with tails and ears, for fear that they could not make enough signs, and the two rabbit-eared tribes who had just been rescued by the car had a new job—— — Wash the ears and use them as human flesh molds for pasta.

The taste is second, and the shape must be guaranteed. The mother goddess has emphasized that the Lord likes to "play" the most. Even if it is only a glance, the Lord must be able to satisfy his eyesight!

The animal ears were taken out of the steamer one by one, and the deep-fried and shaped "tails" were put on the altar. After working for a long time, the table was once again packed with tributes.

Lavigne knelt down devoutly again and prayed: "You believers who have lost their way and returned, implore... Lord, come again."

In mid-air, the phantom tentacles of the "Mother Goddess of Wisdom" rolled over and swept over a series of ears and tails... Suddenly, He disappeared again, causing everyone to look at each other. (end of this chapter)