My summons are weird

Gilbatos was resolute and determined to fight the various tribes of Mostana on all fronts.

The messenger who entered the territory of Seler in disguise also found that the Seler people had no objection to this decision.

The current Emperor Selel issued a national emergency war preparation directive. In the appeal from top to bottom, the ordinary people were excited, and everyone was ready to take up arms and resist the "invaders" to the end.

The construction of various fortifications is in full swing. Behind the Collins Line of Defense, there are countless bunkers and simple fortresses waiting for the Mostana people.

"The Promised Land given to us by the Guardian God."

"Drive out the savage demons."

These are the two most popular mobilization slogans shouted by Seler people.

After the information was gathered, Vanessa fell silent. She put the two children away temporarily. After a long time, she let out a long sigh.

Fagutar is a very rational person. He said it bluntly: "With Serel's national strength, there may be some changes in the dying struggle. The human named Gilbatos is betting."

Lu Yu also sighed and continued: "Although the various ethnic groups in Mostana are here to fight for their lives, it is a coalition after all. The acceptable number of casualties for each ethnic group is different, dragging the war into a quagmire and forcing all ethnic groups to fight. When there are internal differences, Serel can turn the corner.”

From a strategic perspective, Gilbatos's decision was without any problems and could be called wise.

However, he didn't know that there was a huge empty island floating not far away from him, nor did he know that he was facing several ninth-level and numerous eighth-level magicians.

Little did they know that the instigator of this war was Vanessa, who had become intolerable to Selel.

Serra also saw the time and added to Lu Yu: "The situation in Mostana has been relatively stable in recent years, but if any ethnic group has suffered a significant loss of combat power due to this war, it is difficult to say whether the situation will be stable. Continue to be stable.”

Vanessa didn't hesitate: "Let's get started."

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The secretary sent Gilbatos the latest report.

Collins and other front-line soldiers in the war have added another 200,000 soldiers, mostly young adults, and combat forces from all over the country are still responding continuously.

Strategic depth is being laid out behind the Collins Line of Defense. Once the Collins Line of Defense is really breached in one go, with the help of countless bunkers, bunkers, fortresses, and underground passages, Selier will be able to consume the combat power of each race layer by layer, forcing them to spend More time caring for the wounded.

The strong enthusiasm for joining the army allowed Gilbatos to see that people's hearts can be used, and the unity of the Seler people has always been unquestionable. This is also an important reason for him to boldly say that the Collins Front will become an unstoppable wound for the various tribes in Mostana.

He walked to the edge of the sand table and examined the chess pieces that he filled into the battlefield one after another.

On Mostana's side, the highest single-target combat power is Ye Shui of the Blue Water Alliance. She is at level eight. Although she does not have the corresponding magic knowledge to support this level, the actual difference in magic power cannot be underestimated.

At this point, Selel, who has an eighth-level summoner, is on par with him.

Gilbatos placed the chess piece symbolizing the seventh level opposite Lelin, who represented the seventh level of Mostana.

Except for Blue Water, who has risen at an incredible speed, the average rank of the various races in Mostana is only five, and the highest rank is only five. In terms of actual combat experience, Serel, who has been fighting for many years, obviously has more ranks six to seven.

Combat experience and the number of high-ranking players are both advantages. In this aspect, Selel still has the advantage.

The entire country of Selel is furious and has a strong desire for war. Compared with the various ethnic groups in Mostana whose opinions are difficult to unify, Selel, who has a clear purpose and fights to the last resort, obviously has a greater advantage in peace and harmony.

The various ethnic groups in Mostana invaded on an expedition, and Seler fought at home, so the geographical advantage was self-evident.

Now that the autumn wind is bleak and winter is approaching, there are pros and cons for the various tribes in Mostana to launch a war at this time. If they attack quickly, they can take advantage of the cool weather to attack the city all the way, but if the attack lasts for a long time to no avail... the miracle of Blue Water City, they Serier may not be able to reproduce.

For the time being, the advantages and disadvantages of the time of day are about half, but subjectively, Gilbatos is still willing to believe that the sky is on Selel's side.

Twenty years of reincarnation, the advantage and peak of Selel's defeat, Gilbatos's memory is still fresh. At this moment, when he completed his analysis, he found that all the factors came together... everything was so similar.

If Blue Water can do it, so can Serel!

Gilbatos, who walked out of the room and planned to inspect the defense of the fortress, ran into a legion commander with burn marks on his face.

"Izarebi, can't wait to avenge your embarrassment?" Gilbatos was aroused by the cold wind and coughed again. "Do you want to continue to be in charge of the cavalry and cooperate with the summons to charge, or..."

"Rather than leaving the city, I want to make some preparations for tit-for-tat in the fortress." Izarebi clenched his fists. He was only in his forties but already had silver hair. "Twenty years...can I humiliate everything?" I must succeed in returning the opportunity to Blue Water intact, this is my only chance!"

Gilbatos looked at him sympathetically. Izarebi had just debuted and was known as a rising star in the legion. He attracted the attention of Selel. He participated in the Blue Water War with high spirits.

He thought it was a glorious battle that would completely make the army famous, but one piece of stinky and hot excrement after another made him a laughing stock.

Although the final failure had little to do with these filth, the charge led by a Serel Legion leader was blocked by feces and water, and he himself was burned as a result. This was enough to kill him.

After reviewing the review, Izarebi also knew that the other party used the method of excrement and water to make Selel think that the blue water people were incompetent, arouse their anger for revenge, and pave the way for the final appearance of the flesh and blood monster to lure the enemy, but He really couldn't bear to be the unlucky guy who eventually became a joke!

"Don't worry, if there is a chance, we will give them some sweetness first this time."

"Sweetness...you also want to show weakness to the enemy?"

"Didn't you notice that a group of Mr. Lyons' summoners are no longer at Collins' defense line?"

It dawned on Izarebi.

Gilbatos sneered: "The longer you delay, the more Mostana will lose here!"

For more than ten days, there was no movement in Mostana, which made Gilbatos very confused.

The closer the time is to the severe winter, the more unfavorable it will be for the various tribes from Mostana who come from afar. The commander of Blue Water should know this very well. What are they waiting for?

In any case, Blue Water's delay caused Tianshi to gradually fall in favor of Selel, and Gilbatos had more and more pieces of victory in his hands.

Batch after batch of supplies and soldiers arrived at the front line. The long Corinthian defense line had been built like an iron wall by the Serel people who worked together. Magic tools to deal with magic were piled up for free, and the protective magic circles lit up one after another.

Looking at the continuous fortress defense line, even the Mostana people who were convinced that they could win the final victory felt numb. If they were alone, how many lives would it take to tear apart a corner of the defense line?

Seeing that the couriers of the various tribes in Mostana gradually reduced the area around the defense line, Gilbatos knew that the momentum he created had taken effect, and the various tribes in Mostana must be weighing the pros and cons.

Even if you can win, it will be a miserable victory. The final fruit of victory may not be obtained by your own ethnic group, and it will weaken your own ethnic group overnight. So do you really want to go all out in this war?

As long as they have such an idea, the so-called coalition will be nothing but a mess.

History has proven the correctness of this tactic time and time again. If all the tribes of Mostana can really work together, Serel will inevitably suffer a lot, following in the footsteps of the rebellion of the Zolegos twins.

But when have the people here ever been truly united?

"Orkus, even if you summon everyone, so what if you sit in person? Can you make a decision on behalf of these chaotic people?" Gilbatos smiled proudly.

He has put together the formula for victory, and is just waiting for all the tribes in Mostana to fall into chaos without a fight.

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Zixing pushed the Summoner, who had been beaten into a human form by her, to the ground, forcing him to hold his head up so that he could be better questioned by Lu Yu.

"Tell me where you got the knowledge."

"Bah, I can't carry it..."

For a moment, the tentacle penetrated his throat, like a blender, stirring in his head.

"Next one." Lu Yu ordered coldly.

"Don't even think about it..."

"Pfft."

"Next."

Lu Yu's decisive and extremely cold handling method made the captured summoners frightened. Finally, after the Abyss Inquisitor showed some not-so-splendid personal "art" works, someone's psychological defense collapsed.

"For a moment, you are still not as professional as a judge in this kind of thing. Don't dirty your little wings next time, just watch."

Lu Yu's praise caused two blue fires to burst out of the judge's empty eye sockets, but when he saw Xu Mo looking at him, he extinguished them immediately.

"Tell me, sooner or later you will die. Wouldn't it be better to live happily?"

The promise of death actually made the summoner feel at ease, and he ordered a piece of hospice food - fried mushroom pancakes, mushroom fried rice, and mushroom soup.

It’s funny to say that although blue water is the main culprit for Selier’s fall from the top, blue water cuisine is particularly popular in Selier.

After eating and drinking, the summoner spoke calmly: "If you want to know anything, tell me."

"Where does the knowledge to summon these flesh and blood aberrations come from?"

"We... we call it a flesh-and-blood embryo. It was named after Lord Mandrake, and all our knowledge was imparted by him."

"Who is Mandrake?"

"Lyons Mandrake, a royal magician who traveled to another continent before. The summoning methods of these guys were all obtained by him in the foreign continent and brought back to Selel."

"When did you bring it back?"

"About, thirteen years ago..."

"How many people have learned this knowledge?"

"There should be... no less than six hundred people, because there are a total of twelve formations like ours."

"Is it his plan to attack villages and devour flesh and blood, or is it Gilbatos' plan?" Lu Yu asked again.

"Should...have all." The flesh summoner who spoke swallowed, "Lord Mandrake is the eighth level, and has a certain degree of independent decision-making power in this matter."

"He's on the Collins line?"

Lu Yu saw the other party's hesitation and knew that he really didn't know the matter, so he waved his hand.

Since the other party answered readily, Lu Yu kept his promise and gave him a happy one.

As for the remaining flesh summoners...

"Judge, if they die too quickly, it will make you unhappy for a moment."

After staying for a moment to "supervise the battle", Lu Yu returned to the room with a gloomy face.

The Dawn Summoning Group has developed several examples of the positive use of flesh and blood summoning, including the condensation of flesh and blood obtained through hunting into prosthetic bodies, which can make disabled people whole by maintaining the summons for a long time.

But obviously, most people who have acquired the knowledge of flesh and blood summoning will not consider these aspects. The smell of blood will naturally remind them of killing, and the pleasure of dominating other people's lives they feel when killing is addictive, and over time, they will become crazy.

If there was anything that could make Lu Yu, who had already learned to be calm after having seen strong winds and waves, not hide his anger and become irrational, displaying the knowledge of flesh and blood summoning in front of him and trampling on the lives of innocent people was one of them.

Whether it was Gilbatos or Lyons, they sent summoners to quietly sneak into the various tribes in Mostana, carry out massacres, and nourish their own summons. This move was all dancing on Lu Yu's minefield.

"Teacher, these [flesh and blood embryos] are very similar to those flesh and blood monsters we saw in the past that devoured and evolved. They are all degraded versions of pianos." Herola hesitated, "I suspect..."

Lu Yu looked at her.

"The man named Lyons has a higher-level flesh-and-blood embryo in his hands. Combined with the bestiality that Selel has secretly done over the years, while selling organs and blood for profit, if he can cultivate a comparable Blue Water Hero 'The summoner summoned the piano..."

Herola's words stopped abruptly, but everyone in the room understood.

Lu Yu took a deep breath: "I hope he will be safe and sound soon."

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The room is full of instruments, and clocks of various styles can be seen everywhere on the walls. Time and scale are particularly intuitive in this space.

Cold, concise lines criss-cross the room, distinguishing obvious work areas in each corner of the room. This arrangement of pragmatism and industrial style can be seen everywhere.

The sound of steam and machinery coming from the distance is like a symphony, the beautiful notes of the silent, cold metal ensemble.

The carefree Yucao bowed solemnly to the beautiful demon fox doll in front of him, followed by the members of the craftsman team behind him.

"You are Yucao. I have heard Lu Yu and the others say it many times. You are a genius who is full of fantastic ideas and created this empty island and ushered in the era of the application of magic energy."

"This is really... ridiculous."

Facing the praise of a legend, even Yucao had nowhere to put his hands, and the members of the craftsman team behind him felt proud.

"Let's get to the point. You all know what pressing the switch means, right?"

Coryca responded: "Everyone has seen the scroll sent by Mostana. Over the past few hundred years, Serel's crimes were enough to fill a corner of the library..."

She looked around and nodded: "The craftsman team, materials team, and alchemy team all know what they are doing."

"If there must be blood... the people of Mostana have already shed enough blood, so I will not hesitate." Vanessa emphasized her determination, "I will press the final trigger."

The craftsmen stared at each other with wide eyes.

This is not in line with the internal system of the craftsman group, even Vanessa Sage has some...

Vanessa laughed, "If there's any guilt, it's on me, not on you, and not on Red Flash."

"I need to ask the Lord for instructions."

"Will my students refuse?" Vanessa took out the statue in her hand first, "Speak, little bass."

After a helpless and shy sigh, Lu Yu's voice sounded.

"The teacher has the final say...can you please stop calling me Little Bass?"

"Baby bass, little bass!"

The Dawn Lord could only flee and quickly interrupt communications.

With permission, Yucao asked all members of the craftsman team to perform their duties.

"Please give the sage's order to inject magic power."

The smile on Vanessa's face faded, and her eyes seemed to penetrate the void, falling on the steel defense line in the distance where hundreds of thousands of Serel's combat forces gathered.

She ordered in an unquestionable tone: "[Red Flash], inject energy, start!"

The wind roar indirectly caused by the ultra-high-speed flow of magic quickly caused the [red flash] in the projection that was about to be put into use to sound a sharp and harsh roar. It was a shrill sound that could not be suppressed by the rhythmic rhythm of mechanical operation and gear meshing. .

Vanessa's order seemed to awaken the most ferocious demon in the bard's story.

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After another batch of military supplies arrived at the Collins Defense Line, Gilbatos walked out of his study and personally inspected the military supplies distribution site.

Enchanted weapons are just child's play. Weapons such as magic guns that can fatally strike magicians from a distance are the mainstream of military supplies.

For this battle, Selier had spent more than ten years of reserves, and all domestic production lines were running like crazy.

According to their estimates, in ten days, they will be able to arm one hundred thousand Serel soldiers to the teeth, and the magician group will be equipped with luxurious, top-to-bottom weapons.

The soldier representatives from the newly-established legions in Serel were very enthusiastic about fighting. After getting these magic tools that they had only met once in the promotion training class, they immediately looked at them curiously.

As new recruits, the equipment they used was pieced together by the elites, but this did not prevent these people from excitedly whispering to each other and passing it around.

The appearance of Gilbatos pushed this excitement to its peak. The always friendly commander of the army personally distributed military supplies to everyone, which made every Selerian have strong confidence that they would win this battle.

As a country bathed in glory, under the leadership of an excellent army commander, all invading enemies will become cold corpses.

"My father said that as long as we win this battle, the empire will be unified again and return to its peak, right?"

Facing the slightly green face in front of him, which looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, Gilbatos stopped what he was doing and smiled kindly.

"Your father is a veteran?"

"Reporting to the commander of the army, my father participated in the great expedition twenty years ago. He always told me that they were only a little bit away from victory."

"Your father is right." Gilbatos said seriously, and then told everyone in an old and firm voice, "In the Battle of Blue Water, if we had only entered the city earlier, that flesh and blood monster would not have had a chance to take shape. Seriel is by no means defenseless, victory is only one step away!"

"That defeat caused us to fall from our peak. The empire was shattered and remains divided to this day. We would not have been able to come together again if the Mostana invaders had not attacked."

"But..." Gilbatos clenched his fist, "I believe that your generation can see the rise of the empire again!"

"Right here, right on the Collins Line."

"Warriors of Serel, take up your weapons and bury every barbarian who attacks Serel!"

The response like a roaring mountain and a tsunami is ironclad evidence that people’s hearts can use it.

The recruit suddenly felt proud and his eyes were blazing: "If we win, we can have more slaves, right?"

"Yes, you will."

"That's great. I heard from my father that in the past, many slaves were responsible for cultivating our land in Seriel."

Twenty years ago, Gilbatos would have refused to encourage the people below in this way, but when the country is about to survive, only these most primitive impulses can inspire the most surging fighting spirit in everyone's heart.

The intertwining of interests and sense of crisis makes every Selerian scatter into the earth like nails, silently piercing the soles of every intruder who dares to set foot here.

At this point, he has made all preparations to deal with the Mostana coalition.

Returning to the study, he tore off another page of dates and put them into the balance. The key elements representing victory had already been gathered, symbolizing that Serel's side lifted Mostana high.

He couldn't imagine what the people of Mostana would rely on to win. The right time, place, and people, Serel lacked everything.

Even if it is that flesh and blood giant, Selel at this moment can make it come back.

As the sun set, Gilbatos tasted the scented tea that the secretary made for him. The rich floral aroma and the sweetness that passed through his tongue dispelled his fatigue and restored his sluggish energy.

Through the balcony, looking at the sky burning like fire, sipping tea, it is really pleasant...

"Pap tap tap~~~~"

The house shook, and for a brief moment, Gilbatos realized that it was not an illusion caused by his old age and frailty. Everything in the room was beating.

The clerk rushed into the room shouting, his wide eyes a silent expression of horror.

The surroundings were constantly resonating with noisy vibrations, drowning every byte that the clerk shouted out with all his strength.

Finally, the clerk floated to his side and shouted in his ear.

"Floating islands!"

In just one sentence, the amount of information was too huge, and the sluggish Gilbatos walked up to the roof.

"Crack!"

The teacup in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Gilbatos stared at the giant thing that covered the sky and brought "darkness" to the earth, and his whole body trembled.

From all over the long Corinthian Line of Defense, you can see the island floating in the sky with an incredible posture. There is no word that can accurately describe its magnificence. The best bards can only say sincerely when they look up at the sky. In a word...God is above.

In countless stories, gods always live in the unreachable sky, and this floating island perfectly fills the gaps in their imagination.

Soon, someone realized it.

"This can't be the Dawn Sky Island in Mera Continent, right?"

"Why are you here? Did you happen to be passing by?"

"But it seems to be in the camp area of ​​the coalition forces of various ethnic groups in Mostana."

"Why couldn't it be observed before?"

"People say it just came out of nowhere."

"Idiot, someone who can make his territory fly will easily let others discover its existence!"

"No matter why you are here, send an envoy to contact us, quickly!"

"Two teams of envoys have been sent."

Gilbatos woke up amidst the discussions of other legion commanders, his brain running rapidly.

In an instant, he remembered Orcus's compassionate look back before leaving. It was a kind of sympathy that was like looking at a frog at the bottom of a well and giving alms.

Huge fear instantly swallowed Gilbatos, and a severe nausea made his stomach churn.

The premonition of danger made every high-level magician on the scene have the same reaction. Their hair stood on end and they just felt like unarmed ordinary people, while the ferocious monsters in the jungle were watching them with cold eyes.

Like looking at dying prey.

Under the burning sunset, the outer edge of the Dawn Sky Island facing Collins's defense line lit up with complex patterns of magic circles. The layers of magic circles rotated and superimposed, weaving information that only the Supreme Magician could understand.

The magicians within the area felt the powerful attraction coming from afar. A large amount of magic power was swallowed up by the morning sky island. The vortex formed by the turbulent magic power and the whirlpool that turned into lightning and thunder were visible to the naked eye.

What are you doing?

Gilbatos was already screaming and going crazy in his heart. He couldn't bear the feeling of powerlessness that his fate was not his own. As a magician, he was attracted by the magical miracle of Morning Sky Island and couldn't help but stare at it.

The red light suddenly appeared, and the lines emitting blue fluorescence lost their cold color and became fiery.

It also becomes dangerous.

A huge fireball is gathering.

It is not accurate to say that it is a fireball. The stable magic power is triggered by the magic circle, accelerates the collision, and is restrained within this dangerous sphere.

At this moment, the sphere is like a grape with a broken skin. In the dark red gap, the highly concentrated, almost atomized magic power is leaking out rapidly.

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"Cortex, land is a very precious asset. This place is very rich. Can we still farm in the future?"

Vanessa's question stunned Yucao, who was watching the energy injection information, and then she grinned.

"Don't worry, the land's brittleness reaction is not serious. It will end in ten days. And... I think there will be a bumper harvest here in the future."

Vanessa tilted her head curiously: "Why?"

"No one in the history of Serel could plow the ground so perfectly and so deeply."

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The "grapes" cracked, and dark red light flashed suddenly.

The magic power visible to the naked eye ripples, and time seems to have pressed the pause button at this moment.

The Serel people who witnessed this scene at the Collins Defense Line were sighing in a daze. They had never seen such a shocking scene before, but suddenly they heard the high-level magician's struggling cry in the distance.

What are they shouting about?

The sky suddenly darkened, as if the eyes were suddenly covered by a black gauze. Some light could be seen vaguely, but it was not very clear.

The next moment, the sky turned as red as blood, like a paint tray containing a realistic painter's depiction of the battlefield, all upside down on the drawing board, dark and bloody red.

In the last moment when his consciousness still existed, he finally saw the source of the change in color of the world.

Brilliant and thrilling light spurted out from the "big eyes" that were like grapes and slightly squinted.

It's watching itself...no, maybe all the Serelites.

Selel is impregnable and can resist high-level magic attacks. The defense lines of ritual magic fixed-point bombings were reduced to ashes. Under the light of the light flow, they were as fragile as sand and were blown away by the "wind".

Tens of thousands of Seler soldiers behind the solid bunker also merged with the gradually finer sand and dust, merged into the rolling torrent, and moved forward.

After a delay of several seconds, the ground shook, and the hot wind caused by the explosion and violent combustion surged in all directions like a tsunami, rolling up building debris one after another, and falling to every corner of the Collins line of defense with unstoppable force, splashing a pool of debris. A pool of blood and mud.

The ground where the light stream flows, the lava flows, and the magic power is completely disordered.

Near the point of direct impact, except for the elite magicians who could still control the magic power accurately, the others could no longer control the magic power in their bodies. A strong burning sensation appeared under the skin, and the heartbreaking pain made them lose their ability to think.

A terrible scar started from Collins's defense and spread all the way.

On the endless plains, the rift valley takes shape in an instant.

The legion commanders who finally realized what had happened saw the cracked "grape" slowly turning before they could calm down their crazy brains.

It's still full of "juice".

"no, do not want!"

Someone yelled with all their strength, eager to have the sound reach the empty island.

Some people are calling out to the heroes and gods in Serel mythology, hoping that they will open their eyes and save their most devout people from this purgatory.

No god responded to Selel.

The dark red light flow came again.

The burning smell that permeated the air penetrated everyone's nostrils, awakening the sleeping memories of many people present.

Twenty years ago, they were so desperate.

Just under Blue Water City.

Gilbatos was speechless. He could only gasp loudly, "ho ho", and his breath was stuck in his throat.

I wanted to shout, but only hoarse, meaningless notes jumped out.

I want to do something, but all my brain is left with is chaos.

The situation beyond the scope of cognition and processing ability completely damaged his thinking ability and triggered the brain's most primitive self-protection mechanism.

After violent retching, Gilbatos suddenly burst into tears, and at this moment he was finally able to make a sound.

"Ho...ho...haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

There was nothing he could do except scream.

That's it...that's it!

From the beginning, Selel didn't even have the slightest chance of winning.

He made painstaking calculations to win little by little tactical advantages for Selel. The so-called right time, right place, right people, and all those racking his brains were a complete joke.

The battle with the various tribes of Mostana needs to be played on the chessboard, and playing chess with Chenxi Leader... Selel is not qualified to play at the table!

If Selel loses in the Dawn Leader, Selel will have no choice but to lose.

Seeing as Seal is so popular, why don’t you give me some?