My summons are weird

Chapter 880 875. The war that is about to end

"You are using the Demon Suppressor to collapse the teleportation channel!" Frasoleya's spell-casting hand stopped.

"Are you still not running when you realize it?" Lu Yu reminded, "The space rift has been formed and the collapse has begun. Guess how much 'food' it will swallow before returning to peace?"

The chaotic energy field caused the electric light here to flicker, the magic power to surge, and the nameless magic to crackle into a ball. Looking around, the light is shining, but if you look back...

The magic power was torn like silk threads and fell into the transmission channel that gradually condensed into a black hole, like an abyss swallowing all things. As the channel collapsed, it cracked wider and wider.

The medicine garden is no different from the canvas. The oil painting called reality is being torn apart from the inside out by indescribable destructive forces.

"escape!"

Frasoleya only had time to scream, and the unprecedentedly powerful suction force had already acted on her body. This made her unable to take care of the Oroen people around her, and she ran desperately.

This is a conjecture that Oron scholars have put forward when studying teleportation formations. When a stable channel encounters unstable magic turbulence, the structure connecting the two places like a bridge will quickly collapse, and the most serious collapse is... ...collapse.

"Legion Commander, save us!"

Frasoleya stopped and turned around. She wanted to use demon suppression to pull the adjutant who was unable to escape the suction back to her. However, the magic power contained in the magic channel itself was too huge. This level of ritual magic entered the destruction process and burst out. The power exceeds the limit that a ninth-level magician can achieve!

She tried, but the demon-suppressing power was shattered by the ubiquitous magic flow. At the same time, large-scale crystallization had begun around the passage.

Granular crystal clusters sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and the Oruan people who came into contact with them quickly became semi-crystalline and were fixed in place.

Behind him is a black hole of magic like a bottomless abyss, and under his feet are crystal clusters that bind flesh and blood and crystallize it. The Oroen people who had no time to escape were instantly torn into a pile of minced meat by the two forces, leaving only the incomplete flesh. The shattered, crystallized lower body trembled violently in the roaring tide of magic.

Upon learning that someone had invaded the transmission channel, the Oroen mages stationed nearby rushed here almost immediately. But at this moment, Frasoliya's correct order caused them to die on the spot.

Frasoleya couldn't move even half a minute, and the short window to escape from the magic black hole was wasted because she turned around to rescue her. At that moment, the shattered crystal bloomed to suppress the demon without any results, leaving her unable to continue.

The armor on her back facing the magic black hole had been shattered inch by inch, and the demonic suppression circulating in the armor was instantly evacuated, as if she was taking off her space suit and walking in space. The strong sense of suffocation made her dizzy, and her brain was instantly congested. Everything was covered with a dusty, bright red color.

Feeling that the magic black hole was still expanding, Frasoleya breathed desperately and hard.

Just when she decided to turn around and admire this miraculous phenomenon caused by the combination of demon suppression and magic power, a slippery feeling wrapped around her armpits on both sides, then her waist and legs.

The intense red vision made Frasoliya unable to observe her surroundings and unable to think, but she knew that someone was saving her.

This allowed her to look directly at the magical black hole where everything was submerged and glowing with a layer of strange blue light, moving closer to the safe area.

With her good psychological quality and strong body, Frasolaya woke up quickly after breathing fresh air. The magic black hole in the distance had not yet completed its final "blooming", so the force dragging her was still accelerating.

"Why do you want to save me?" She glanced at the black tentacles on her wrist in disbelief.

Sanmei Qiu remained silent, and his "adherent" turbid nightmare asked: "Do you really want to die?"

A deafening big explosion swept around, and the shock wave overturned the towering ancient trees that the Languang clan had worked hard to cultivate for hundreds of thousands of years, causing them to either break at the waist, or be uprooted, thrown into the air, and fell to the ground like raindrops, making a continuous sound. A constant dull sound.

The explosion interrupted Frasoleya's thoughts. She stared at the crystalline jungle that rose up instantly behind her, with lingering fear.

If you get a little closer, even if you are not sucked into the magic black hole, you will definitely be penetrated by the crystal clusters and become one with it.

The Oroen elite who came to the teleportation channel were conservatively estimated to be about six hundred people...

The entangled tentacles loosened, and Frasoleya became light and collapsed on the ground.

This was the first time she took a serious look at the fog floating in front of her eyes. She knew that the other party was also looking at her... condescendingly, just like a king to his subordinates.

What are you going to do to yourself?

Like Fitznold with dirty thoughts?

Persuade yourself to surrender?

Or do you hope to dig out more useful information about Oroun from yourself?

Other than that, she couldn't think of any reason for an enemy who destroyed Oron's transmission channel to save herself as the legion commander.

Will someone appear here far away from the explosion site for a while? He will have enough time to torture himself...

The armor was broken, the crystals were exhausted, and she was exposed to a highly rich demon environment. She felt like needles all over her body, but Frasolaya was not going to sit still and wait for death... her pride did not allow her to bow her head and betray the continent where she was born.

Sanmei Qiu's tentacles slipped into Zhuo Yan's backpack, and then he took out several carefully wrapped... pastries?

Frasoleya was stunned. She originally thought it was a torture instrument, some kind of medicine used for torture, but...she ate these black briquettes like this?

The tentacles submerged the pastries into the billowing smoke one by one. Frasolaya could clearly hear the sound of the three briquettes being swallowed, although she didn't know exactly where the mouth was.

Wait, it seems that these pastries have some very familiar lines carved on them.

Frasoleya frowned in thought, and soon, her face was filled with astonishment.

Silver maple pattern!

This is the most common element in the Theocracy's costumes, combining the pattern of silver maples with vine patterns. If she remembers correctly, food with this pattern usually appears on occasions such as... prayers and sacrifices?

Therefore, what the three briquettes eat is... tribute!

Her brain was completely confused. Could it be that this ball of coal attacked the Theocracy, looted all the food they offered to the gods, and then went crazy and destroyed the passage?

Lu Yu and others didn't know that Frasoliya's brain was on the verge of shutting down. The tribute was obtained through cat thorns before departure.

Relying on the protection of the faith of the silver maple tree, the power of suppressing the demon was greatly reduced. This is why he can swim all the way near the transmission channel, ignoring the control.

After a fierce battle and excessive consumption, this layer of protection, which became weaker and weaker as the silver maple tree fell asleep, had reached the point where it had to be replenished.

"Eat?"

Frasoleya looked at the tribute handed to her hand by the tentacles, and then looked at the beast that was also eating. She didn't know where she was for a moment... They were supposed to be enemies, but now they were sharing food, like It's camping.

Adhering to the attitude of taking things as they come, she accepted the kindness and before speaking, she asked tentatively: "What will happen if you blaspheme the Silver Maple God?"

“Isn’t it blasphemy for you to set foot on Mela land?”

"Too."

As she said that, Frasoleya took a big bite of the soft cake. It had a glutinous texture and a sweet taste... The food she ate for the rest of her life was very delicious.

"You are from the Dawn Leader, right?"

"How did you guess that?"

Although Sanmeiqiu was shocked, they were relieved when they thought about Ketas's extremely high evaluation of Frasolea before leaving, and his vague attitude of regarding her as the successor of his will.

"I cracked the magic-suppressing craft and used the self-destruction circle set up by Oroen craftsmen to suppress the deceased's armor before the self-destruction broke out. Then, I connected them together and put them into the passage. It was done in one go." Frasoleya took another He took away an offering and took a bite, "There are traces of the Oroen scholars in this link."

"On the recent battlefield, the Dawn Territory has the most records of missing high-level mages from Oroen... Who has taken refuge with you?"

"Are you planning to liquidate their family?"

"I don't have that kind of interest. I just want to know...whether they turned to you because they wanted to change their spiritual bodies." Frasolaya guessed, "Doleka, right?"

San Keqiu was speechless, but it indirectly confirmed her guess.

"You are indeed the 'solution'."

"There are hundreds of millions of creatures on the Oruan continent. Can a spiritual body change its body and become a 'solution'?" Lu Yu asked, "Even if the body changes continuously, when can the demon-suppressed continent be restored to its original state?"

Frasoleya hesitated to speak, and in the end she just sighed.

"No one knows whether learning the method of suppressing demons to change the spirit body will be successful. Even if this knowledge is given to you, it will not bear fruit. I am afraid it will become another curse for Oruan." Lu Yu continued, "Just imagine. After learning that there is a solution, who will be the first to be freed from the curse?"

Frasoleya murmured: "The Senate."

"If this power is given to you, the Senate can leave Oroen first, and then remotely control and control and enslave all Oroen through spiritual body change. At that time, this 'solution' will be the only correct solution. The creatures of Luo En will no longer think of other ways, but will be imprisoned by the Senate to take everything from them."

Frasoleya fell silent again: "Why on earth did you save me? Who was behind you?"

This time, it was San Meiqiu's turn to be silent.

"That's all, if you didn't tell me, I would have guessed it..." Frasoleya lay down on the ground tiredly.

The confirmation of her guess defeated her inner persistence, and her determination to unswervingly guard the passage was riddled with holes, leaving only the confusion that seeped into her heart.

"Drink it." Lu Yu took out a potion and handed it to her.

Frasoleya's hands were trembling, and she finally laughed with relief. Full of unspeakable tangled emotions, she drank it all without asking "What kind of potion is it?"

The potion took effect quickly, her eyelids became heavy, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"I hope his choice is right..."

Not wanting to disturb Frasoleya who was about to fall asleep, Lu Yu responded softly: "In the future, his path will be continued by you."

"I……"

"No...this..."

"Ability."

After moving Frasoleya to a conspicuous position, San Meiqiu turned around and left.

Ketas might feel sincerely pleased to hear her answer.

Thinking that she is not capable of carrying everything Kaitas is carrying actually proves that...she has thought about carrying it.

It is always difficult for aliens to survive in the world. Frasoleya hates the Senate's decision, but as a descendant of the founder, what can she do?

Oroun needs hope and solution. This is the most urgent need for survival.

How luxurious and noble it is to let countless people whose lives are short-lived think about what will happen one generation or two later, and to let them use their own lives for the next generation to stand under the magic-soaked blue sky again.

Compared with this option, fighting is the easiest option to satisfy your hopes.

In her dream, Frasolaya once again saw the scene of her conversation with Kaitas before going into battle.

"You should come with me."

"It's too difficult...I'm not as good as you."

"Someone has to stand up and provide guidance...I will try my best to live. If I die, you should not escape. I believe in my own vision."

Peaceful dreams are fragile. This happy, worry-free dream was awakened the moment the bitter potion spread through the mouth and slid into the throat. Along with the hazy memories in the dream, Frasolaya was already in a noisy state. Wake up and turn around.

Near the land plowed by the magic black hole, people cleaning up the magic crystal clusters can be seen everywhere.

Those distant sounds gradually floated into her ears. The anxious Mage Oroen kept calling her name, and she opened her mouth with difficulty to respond.

"Sir, is there any result from your fierce battle with him?"

“Where will the attacker go next?”

Fulla paused, then suddenly swallowed the words on her lips.

Thinking of Ketas's kind face in the dream and his road full of hardships and thorns, Frazolea took a deep breath.

"I seriously injured him... he should hide and heal."

Hearing this, there was a commotion around him, compliments and praises rang out at the same time.

Although the passage was destroyed, Frasoleya's achievements made this gray color fade a little.

The praise made Frasoleya lower her head deeply. Fortunately, she could use physical discomfort as an excuse, and her identity as legion leader meant that no one could question her.

Just silently walking through the crowd, returning to the resting place, watching the darkness fade away, and the morning light in the distance spread across the earth until the sun was high in the sky.

The Oroen people were restless again. They ran in panic and loudly conveyed the news from afar.

Listening to the coal briquettes appearing in their mouths, Frasoleya took a deep breath and lay back on the bed.

The war was going to end soon, and even if the Senate didn't want to, they had no choice.

The destruction of the second teleportation channel was doomed to make all the soldiers of Oron who stayed in Mera become a lonely army. Any accident would lead to the annihilation of the entire army. This was a consequence that no one could bear.

Next, it’s just a question of how to retreat gracefully.

Perhaps, in order to make everything seem more logical, Oroen still needs some death-defying counterattacks to show that his heritage still exists?

"Our long journey...is about to begin?"