My summons are weird

Pegasus flew through the sky, and the dazzling light of the silver maple leaf shone on the unconscious trio of puppets and the two seriously injured combat team members.

Kelea had a splitting headache, and ever since she approached this area, Silver Maple's low moans kept echoing.

In order to hear God's will clearly, he tremblingly took out... a tribute from his pocket.

"God... forgive me!"

"Ouch!"

After swallowing heavily and almost choking, the voice in Kelaya's mind finally became clear.

"The leaves... shine there."

Following the divine inspiration, the light beam released by the silver maple leaf swept across the empty space, and suddenly a ball of thick black mist appeared, just like... Lu Yu, Sera, and Lulu's three briquettes. form.

Remove the light, everything returns to normal, shine again, and the briquettes appear again.

Kelea's scalp was numb.

How could it be possible? Lulu said that the only record where the three coal briquettes had been effective so far was the three of them.

While her thoughts were in a trance, Kelaya was shocked to realize that the scenery around her had changed.

In the pouring rain, in a wooden house, in a bar, behind me in a maid costume is the towering shadow of a silver maple, and opposite to it, is the bottomless darkness.

Bathed in the holy light cast by the silver maple, Laurent walked to Kelaya with a serious face and gently touched her head: "Good boy, I need to borrow your head temporarily again."

"You...what the hell..." Kelea stuttered.

"It's all, it's all." Laurent conjured up a table filled with all kinds of pastries, "It's okay, feel free to eat this time."

He smiled kindly: "Don't be like Sera. Instead of being a rabbit, you become a little mouse and eat it secretly... You have given too much, so you should let me nurse you lovely children."

Kelaya was red from head to toe, so she could only sit down at the "children's" table blankly.

Laurend faced the deep darkness, and the upward curve of the corners of his mouth fell back little by little when facing Kelea.

"You're not Sarah."

"Are you Laurende?" Heiwu seemed to be lost in thought, and it took him a long time to respond.

At this moment, the phantom of Silver Maple was swaying and the black mist was billowing.

"I will give birth to it again." Laurent caught the fallen leaves of the silver maple tree, "Just as spring passes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and leaves fall."

Young Laurent's lips turned sarcastic: "What about you?"

He spoke hard: "Ms. Sarah."

"Or should I call you, Lord of Depth and Corruption?"

Black Mist fell into a long silence again.

This silence made the smile on young Laurend's face grow thicker. He walked around the body of the black mist: "You don't seem smart. I understand that limited 'faith' is not enough for you to build a complete Consciousness, hazy thoughts are chaotic and muddy, and they gain substance through the death obsession of believers. They only look powerful enough, but in fact, they are no different from children."

"The dead eighth-level man may have objections." It took a long time before Heiwu answered.

"The death and twisted beliefs accumulated by Mela's magic wave for several years have made it difficult for you to form. Without the carrier of belief, how long can you survive?" Compared with the other party, Laurende's dialogue was clear and organized.

"Death is eternal and needs no carrier."

"Really, then why do you need Sarah's name? To maintain your existence with Sarah's memory fragments?" Young Laurent laughed openly, just like he did when he was most energetic, "Why, your entity is completely based on Lu The black mist bodies of Yu and the others appear?"

The black mist twisted and turned into Sarah's appearance, but it was not stable. This also confirmed the "fragments of consciousness" that Laurend said.

At this moment, this twisted creature of chaos, which touched the threshold of belief in God through the obsession of a large number of dead people, was becoming excited by Laurend's words.

It takes out Sarah's broken, unfortunate childhood memories and makes them float in the air like bubbles.

"This is her painful childhood, when she chases death and manipulates the source of death."

Laurent scolded mercilessly: "That's Sarah's, I'm asking about you."

Black Mist used his tentacles to hold out the memory fragments of Sarah's crazy start of the school's massacre: "This is the source of the great tide that made the name of the undead resound throughout Mera."

"This is not yours, it's hers." Laurende emphasized, "What about yours? What is your origin?"

"Sarah's" face became ferocious, and she gritted her teeth: "I have it, I have my roots... They believe in me... I am death!"

"No one can grasp a concept as broad as death."

Laurende continued to expose her mercilessly, which also made "Sarah" start to scratch her face, causing the flesh and blood on her face to be pupaled by the black mist.

Kelaya, who obeyed Yin Feng's arrangement and silently ate the tribute, did not dare to express her anger.

"It was her, they stole my power!"

"Sarah" suddenly screamed, her speech no longer as slow as before.

"It weakens me and makes me incomplete!"

"It's all Sierra's fault!"

"The name...this confusing pronunciation also controls the power of the dead...if she lives, she will steal everything from me!"

Finally, Laurent guided the other party to complete the self-certification.

"Sarah" went completely crazy after saying these words. The shadow behind her expanded, twisted, and deformed. At this moment, every inch of shadow was as sharp as the tip of a sword, and every wisp of mist could bury a living being.

The shadows in the deep roared, the smell of corruption spewed out, and the "message" of death spread rapidly in Kelaya's consciousness.

Kelaya, who honestly held the tribute and nibbled it like a squirrel, was so sick that she retched after just one sniff. Her stomach rolled violently, and she vomited with tears.

Laurent picked off a silver maple leaf in disgust and inserted it into the ground.

The strong root system of the silver maple rises, dividing light and darkness, isolating life and death.

The next second, the scenery around Kelaya disappeared, but what remained unchanged was that Laurend still existed.

He was like a mountain or a towering tree, blocking her from the monster that had already shown its ugly appearance.

"Sarah" was dripping blood, and the billowing black mist was filled with thick, putrid black blood, which seemed to be corpse oil produced by the dissolution of a highly decomposed corpse.

"It doesn't matter...she took away my faith and my power...I will take yours!"

Laurend sighed and caught a falling leaf of a silver maple: "There is reason, but not much. It is very similar to the potion master you killed."

The roaring darkness engulfed Laurend. Laurend took Kelea's hand and opened her eyes, which were already dazed and closed.

Kelaya slowly raised her eyelids obediently and looked around through the gaps.

Thousands of ferocious souls scratched and slapped at the silver maple shadow cast by Laurend. The two sides were only a finger apart, but they were so close to each other.

"You are my divine choice...the soul closest to me should feel this power with me."

Kelaya vaguely heard the murmur coming from the distance.

It is a pious prayer incarnated by brilliance.

It was the babble of the bishops after a tiring day's rest.

It’s the nuns who take care of homeless children and tiptoe on the wooden floor late at night.

It was the tired yawn of the messenger who dutifully traveled to various parts of Mela to bring back news, morning and evening.

It is a silver maple song that is sung by believers who are about to rest late at night and hold the hands of their children.

It was the soft sound of the wind that blew through the territory of such a large Theocracy.

"That's my power."

Within Laurend's body, the voices of all the sentient beings in the teaching country intertwined and converged, and the wills belonging to all sentient beings collided into an impassioned movement that loudly played.

In an instant, the evil spirits were shattered and no evil thoughts remained.

Laurend lowered his head and stared kindly at the stupid Kelaya: "My power comes from you..."

This country girl from a remote city-state monastery had tears in her eyes as she listened to the noise.

"Lord God..."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

A sharp roar interrupted Kelaya, and the three swollen briquettes danced with tentacles that kept dropping corpse oil, spreading the smell of putridity and death.

Human faces appeared and disappeared in the mist. It shouted Sera's name loudly, and the fragmented sentences were full of vicious curses.

"What on earth is it..."

Laurent stared coldly at the evil thing that could no longer use Sarah's consciousness to maintain sanity, and explained: "Explain...evil in a way you can understand."

The light cast by the phantom of the silver maple tree burned the demon's body and surrounded it, making his screams even sharper.

The sound penetrated the eardrums and pointed directly into the depths of memory, causing Kelaya's mind to reverberate with a sound that was enough to evoke the painful past.

Laurent's gentle voice dispelled the cold echo. He rubbed Kelea's head and continued: "Things that should have disappeared, relying on paranoid beliefs, echoed again, trying to complete the project in the name of the remaining carriers of belief. Transformation.”

"Can...explain it more clearly?" Kelaya blushed.

Laurend was stunned for a moment, and then explained softly and lovingly: "Why don't you simply understand it as something unwilling to dissipate, trying to borrow the name of 'Sarah' to climb to a higher place. If it fails, we can call it Evil, if successful..."

Yin Feng knew that he couldn't explain it so simply, but he had to respond to his cute and ignorant God's Choice.

"But... what does this have to do with Sir Sera?"

Laurent sighed: "Faith will find a carrier, create a carrier, and it will flow to the end of the information, but what will happen if the information is contaminated?"

"pollute?"

"Sarah, Serah, the name that is wrongly praised, feared, worshiped, and prayed for is pollution." Laurende ignited the twisted body with light, causing it to ignite black flames, "Flowing to Sarah's Everything, after she disappeared, led to Sera."

"Can it still be like this?" Kelaya was shocked.

"That's why it takes on the posture of a trinity. This is a manifestation of pollution. The faith that should belong to Sarah has flowed to Sera. It cannot maintain its original posture, and its thoughts have become confused."

"I want to impregnate Mela with my own filth, but I deny this action because of my contaminated self... It is exactly the same as those spirits who lose themselves and begin to alienate."

The black mist was still roaring, and his voice when calling Sera's name became more and more piercing each time, as if this was the only way he could completely distinguish between "Sarah" and "Serra".

However, the brilliance of Silver Maple has completely enveloped him, and the breath of thousands of creatures in the Theocracy has ignited it.

"oh?"

Laurend seemed to feel something and stretched out his hand towards the black mist that was about to turn into ashes.

Examining the foam-like light and shadow in his hand, he looked thoughtfully in the direction of the Dawn Leader. (End of chapter)