My summons are weird

Chapter 878 873. Brother, what kind of god are you?

The turbid nightmare hit Fitznold's body one punch after another, and the screams were louder and louder, interspersed with Fitznold's curses and threats.

Zhuoyan, whose eyes were completely red, turned a deaf ear to these voices. She was too angry and punched Fitznold's face with her forehead. The other man's hard teeth knocked her forehead bloody, but she didn't notice it.

Since the Judge of the Abyss recommended himself, Lu Yu called him out.

"Maybe you need some more professional assistance..."

"roll!"

Zhuo Yan turned around and roared. The inquisitor who had just solidified his body was stripped of his disguise by her terrifying aura, and his skeletal body was directly revealed. He was stunned in place.

"Have you vented... enough?" Fitznold's mouth was full of blood and his words were leaky. He looked directly at Lu Yu, "Killing a member of the Darth Milo Council will cost you more than you can bear... ...It seems like you don’t intend to kill me, so tell me, what do you want me to do?”

Seeing that Fitznold was still able to remain calm and ignore his own existence as if nothing had happened, Zhuo Xiang had a strong bloodthirsty impulse... The bloody smell reminded her of the tragic death of her parents, and the nightmare-like scene resurfaced.

At this moment, she just wants to turn into a beast and bite off Fitznold's neck!

Lu Yu's voice stopped her madness, and her anger, which had nowhere to vent, turned into an angry fist that hit the desk.

Watching the desk being torn apart, and glancing at the angry but forced to restrain Zhuo Xiang, Fitznold's blood-stained face showed a smile.

Revenge for the nightmare? joke!

The appearance of the Necromancer here must have a deeper purpose.

Fitznold, who firmly believed that he had higher value, got up, staggered back to his chair, and used wine to anesthetize the wound.

"I've felt your threat. Now, it's time to talk about your purpose. Only threats without price cannot constitute a transaction."

"Should I praise you for being calm and clear-minded in times of crisis?" Lu Yu sneered.

Fitznold smiled and said nothing, and this gesture almost caused the nightmare to explode.

Lu Yu got straight to the point: "Except for the light pillar on the sea east of Mera, Oroen also opened two teleportation channels in Darth Milo. One of them is in the Blue Abyss Mountains. Where is the other?"

Hearing this, Fitznold's face lost its calmness.

Since Oroun's long-distance teleportation circle is naturally formed, its effectiveness in restraining magic power is also strong or weak, and its stability also has huge differences. In actual use, the specific form is also slightly different.

In addition to the light pillar type, there is another type of "door" that is like a transparent curtain.

According to Doleka and Melie's introduction, there happens to be a combination of two different teleportation arrays located in Darth Milo. The teleportation channel in the form of a light beam is very conspicuous, so it is planned to be a large-scale teleportation insect swarm and an ordinary teleportation array. Used by soldiers.

As for the more secretive "door", due to its excellent stability and the fact that it is not easily collapsed and damaged by magic interference, it is exclusively used by Oroen elites. The lowest combat power among them is compared with the six in the Mera rank system. In order to reduce the weak risk of teleportation failure, Frasoliya and other legion commanders passed through this door to and from Oroun.

"Who are you?"

Fitznold sensed a crisis.

The people who knew about the existence of the second portal in Oroun were limited to some people in the Council of Darth Milo. They, who advocated embracing the Demon Suppressor, would never leak this information to others.

"You have too many questions."

The nightmare that had long been uncontrollable crushed the wine glass in Fitznold's hand, cut open his skin with the sharp broken glass, and allowed the wine to flow into the wound.

The severe pain made his face look hideous and he was sweating profusely.

"Now, answer me."

"I...I don't know."

Zhuo Yan struck again, this time scratching his face.

The screams echoed in the room again.

"Zhuo Xiang's methods are very crude. I have more professional people here who are ready to take action. I hope you can speak honestly before I lose my patience."

"Do you think I am a child who can be manipulated by others?" Fitznold's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth in pain and lowered his voice and shouted, "Say it and I will die."

"Aren't you afraid that life would be worse than death?"

"It's better to die than to be alive. At least you are still alive. In my opinion, you probably don't have much time. You just broke into my mansion just to get it right in one step... As long as I delay for a moment, your situation will be even more worrying!"

"It seems that you don't know much about your situation. You rely on torture to obtain information just to save trouble. We can actually use spiritual magic to find the answer in the fragments of your spirit body... It's very troublesome, but if you really don't want to open your mouth, he will become the optimal solution.”

"Your threats make me want to laugh. Spirit body fragments and spiritual magic. Do you think you are a giant in the spiritual magic school? Even if you are, he can't do it." Fitznold sneered, "Unless you let Sa Yael is resurrected.”

Fitznold chose to gamble. He did not believe that anyone in the world could achieve such great feats with spiritual magic.

If you have such power, instead of creating a new school of spiritual magic and making it famous, you choose to stay and rot in a group that cannot see the light of the necromancers?

is it possible?

The inquisitor's eyes, which were about to move, suddenly dimmed. He seemed to be a little regretful, and shook his head repeatedly, then turned into blue light spots and disappeared.

The dark tentacles wrapped around Fitznold, and the sticky touch made him alert. Then, fear was like an ever-expanding shadow, covering his perception.

The huge magic power contained in the ninth-level magician quietly exploded, setting off a magic storm in the room.

Fitznold's pupils trembled. As a seventh-level magician, he deeply felt the insurmountable gap in the magic level.

It is absolutely impossible to do it at the eighth level alone...

He instinctively refused to believe that absurd conjecture, but his awe as a magician forced him to spit out the conjecture with difficulty.

"...Nine, nine, level?"

Lulu had already gained control of her body. She said coldly: "I inherited Sayer's spiritual magic. As the first test subject to use this power, you are very good."

Sayer once said that if you face any kind of high-level spiritual magic, you will experience the fear that transcends death.

This sentence is also regarded as a treasure book by the spiritual magic school in Mela today, and is therefore known to all magicians in Mela.

What is the fear beyond death... Fitznold could not imagine, but his soul was already trembling.

Fitznold, whose heart was overwhelmed by the pressure of magic, screamed.

Lulu showed no mercy, her spiritual magic exploded, and with the combined strength of the three of them, she easily tore apart Fitznold's conscious defense.

In reality, Fitznold's eyes were dull and he stopped moving.

In Fitznold's conscious world, the three of them released their briquette form and looked curiously at the bubbles carrying light and shadow that were rapidly passing by here.

Relying on the blessing of the silver maple tree, the condensed spiritual power of the three of them, and the ninth-level magic foundation, Lulu realized the "visit" introduced in Sayer's spiritual magic book.

At this moment, they are guests of Fitznold's conscious world—guests who pick the lock and enter.

Lu Yu, who had been intruded into consciousness by Gaslow, reminded: "Now that we are in its home field, we are far more vulnerable than in the outside world."

Looking at the piles of bubbles and the pages of memory books displayed like a large library, Lulu was at a loss for doing this for the first time - Sayer had never taught her how to filter.

This is a huge memory bank that contains Gaslow's life, and they are like people flipping through a book without knowing the page number or calling the keyword query.

The consciousness that embodies Fitznold's personality begins to awaken in the world of consciousness. It appears to be exactly the same as Fitznold in the outside world, floating above the three of them like a god, coldly examining everything below.

This expression lasted less than a second before fear crept onto his face.

"You...you can really do it!" Fitznold's fear cast a shadow over the pages and memory bubbles piled in front of the three of them.

The main mental defense mechanism of consciousness described by Sayer has been triggered.

Not only does it refuse to be scrutinized by intruders, but as time goes by, this consciousness will also generate more and more powerful consciousness bodies until they are completely obliterated and expelled.

Lu Yu, who had already experienced it once from Gaslow, had some experience. He raised his head and said, "Hand over the memory of the portal."

"Hmph, don't think that I know nothing about spiritual magic. I am the master here."

The belief that he is far more powerful than the three people immediately strengthened Fitznold's mental barrier. The black mist filled the distance, and there were multiple three briquettes moving around - this is also the reason for Fitznold's biggest fear at the moment. It manifested itself, but at this moment it became a power he could control.

Lulu, who was still exploring this spiritual magic, didn't expect the seemingly useless Fitznold's consciousness to be so difficult to deal with. Just in case, she planned to withdraw first and adopt the second plan.

Killing Fitznold and extracting information directly from the fragments of the spirit body is a perfect combination of her spiritual magic and Sera's spirit manipulation technique.

The mental magic removal failed.

Feeling the fluctuation, Fitznold laughed.

"Thank you for your arrogance, now you have no way to escape!"

Coal briquettes have floated out of the distant fog, and dark clouds are pressing in from all directions.

"Isn't it fun to let your projection kill you?"

Lulu was still thinking about a solution, but Sera glanced sideways at Lu Yu and nudged him with her elbow.

"Aftermath."

"If you do this, the memory may be completely shattered."

"At worst, is it difficult to kill another person from the Council of Darth Milo?"

It's no wonder that Zhuo Xiang felt that Sera was degenerate. Her tone really didn't sound like a chosen god who was friendly to the light, but rather like a vicious believer of the evil god.

Being forcibly activated by Lulu's deep consciousness, Fitznold felt the pleasure of controlling everything for the first time - this was his world, and everything was generated by his one thought, and withered in the same thought.

This wonderful feeling of controlling life and death, taking everything and taking it away, fascinated him.

Seeing the trio of coal briquettes trembling under their own pressure and gradually finding it difficult to straighten up, this sense of conquest reached its peak.

He wants more!

"Peeping into memories? Now that you are in my consciousness, I can do it too!"

Say it, his figure dissipated like mist, and in an instant, he disappeared into the body of Lu Yu who was closest to him.

Sera, who was communicating under mental pressure, caught a glimpse of this scene and was stunned.

Lu Yu, who was about to tear Fitznold's consciousness apart, saw his vision go dark. When he regained his clarity, Sera and Lulu had disappeared, leaving only Fitznold standing with his hands behind his back, admiring the surrounding scenery.

"Is this your memory?" Fitznold's face was full of the joy of getting revenge. "How does it feel to be spied on? You didn't expect retribution to come so quickly, right?"

The corners of Lu Yu's mouth twitched.

The reaction made Fitznold laugh.

"Don't worry, none of you can escape. You are three self-defeating rats. I will appreciate your memories, seize your knowledge, and return to reality. I will also treat you well."

"Why."

"What, do you want mercy?" Fitznold looked at Lu Yu with extraordinary confidence.

"No, I just want to ask you, do you know who the last person who visited here was?"

Fitznold didn't take it seriously: "Who?"

"The false god who single-handedly managed to almost build an entire continent into his own lair of faith has enough power to crush a hundred of you to death."

Uneasiness, palpitations, fear, all kinds of emotions flashed across Fitznold's face. It was not that he was frightened by Lu Yu's words, but that at this time, he felt an unprecedented...chill.

In this silent world, a strange noise suddenly sounded. It seemed that the noise coming from an extremely distant place contained enough power to drive people crazy!

"The last person who said he wanted to check my memory is dead, and he is still a false god." Lu Yu was curious, "Fitznold, what kind of god are you?"

The sky was torn apart, and the rust-red cracks slowly "opened", and the huge eyeballs stared directly at the tiny insect-like Fitznold below.

The ferocious torrent of consciousness tore apart the consciousness he had constructed within a second, dissipating into endless particles of light.

Lu Yu turned around for the first time and looked into the eyes of this "partner" who had helped him several times.

The huge sense of oppression exerted by No. 1 on this space disappeared, and the soft power gently wrapped around Lu Yu's body.

No. 1 narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be smiling.

It was unimaginable that this monster, which had destroyed many heroes such as Clorons and Gaslow, and was shackled by world consciousness, had such a docile side in front of Lu Yu.

"Thank you...for always."

Number One blinked in response.

"Can you help me sift through Fitznold's memory? If it were you, you should be able to help me find the information I want."

The body of No. 1 suddenly collapsed and turned into multiple small eyeballs, scattered in the consciousness space.

As Fitznold collapsed, Lu Yu reappeared in his consciousness space, and No. 1, like an ant, rushed towards every memory that gradually began to fragment, and began to search diligently.

Seeing this scene, Sera shuddered.

"You...what did you do again?"

Lu Yu responded easily: "It's nothing, I just responded to him for the first time..."

It really took a long time from letting it show up to formally responding to it.