My summons are weird

The Collins Line of Defense was described by the corps commanders in numerous reports as an impregnable steel line of defense.

Serier's people are actively preparing for war, and their strong self-confidence as a united force makes the people believe that this line of defense will swallow up a large number of invading enemies and water the land of Serier with their blood.

Overnight, hundreds of thousands of people were defeated, completely shattering the beautiful illusions of the Seler people.

The dense fortresses and bunkers behind the Collins line of defense were all abandoned. They claimed to stop the invading enemy with their own flesh and blood after the line of defense was damaged. The Seler people, who had paid a heavy price in Mostana, heard the descriptions from the fleeing soldiers. After I glimpsed the corner of the horizon from a distance, I was left with only one thought.

escape!

Escape to a place where you can't see the empty island.

But, where in the huge Serel is truly safe?

In the meeting palace, which symbolizes the supreme authority and supreme will of the empire, Narea, the younger brother of the famous One Hundred Thousand Emperor Bedelis, looked gloomy.

Below him, the army secretary who had returned from the escape was tremblingly reporting the casualties and losses of the rout of Collins' defense line.

"A total of eleven legions disappeared at the two direct attack points and behind them, and the structure of five legions was shattered. The number of casualties..." the secretary swallowed, "around 90,000 people."

"After the defeat, in the chaos caused by the scramble to escape, about 50,000 people were missing, and nearly six legions were trapped on the Collins line of defense, unable to retreat... If, if they were included in the losses, the total number would be close to 18 Ten thousand."

The number chosen by the clerk is quite conservative. The chaos caused by the great rout caused the legions to lose control, and statistics have not yet been completed, so the true number of casualties should be higher than this.

In the palace, the Serel dignitaries were gloomy and desolate, and everyone was in danger.

A practical question is placed on everyone's head - what should they do?

Everyone knows that this is another critical moment of life and death for Seler, just like their last moments in Zolegos. Once a solution cannot be found, Seler will lose its place of establishment again and wander again.

The Serel people, who knew the pain of wandering from the records left by their ancestors, felt desolate in their hearts. The unimaginable future path made everyone extremely uneasy. The Serel dignitaries who held power, wealth and land were unwilling to give up. This piece of fertile land can be called a gift from God.

But, how to solve the unsolvable problem of the dawn sky island coming?

"Although Morning Sky Island is not very willing to talk, it does not embarrass our envoys. It is very different from the barbarians in Mostana. At the same time, it does not say anything for sure. Maybe... there is a turning point."

Speeches advocating mediation through dialogue and diplomacy were echoed.

"Yes, what the Dawn Messenger said was 'now is not the time for dialogue.' Obviously there is room for maneuver. We need to continue to send messengers to contact them."

"Contact? After two direct attacks of magic, you actually think that Dawn Sky Island will talk to us? The other party is obviously coming to exterminate Selel. It is bound to burn down Selel's home and paradise, and take away everything we have. The evil apostle, what we have to do is to fight back, fight back!"

The one who spoke was the main militant faction who advocated using all the national power of Serel, maintaining the current decision of all people as soldiers, and continuing the confrontation.

"Counterattack, what to use to counterattack? Have you ever seen with your own eyes what the earth looks like after the magic of the Dawn Sky Island Ceremony is directed directly? Those churning and burning lava fields gradually condense into broken crystals that symbolize the brittleness of the land. What kind of power is that? , What shall we fight against?”

"Stupid, Dawn Sky Island is known as the place where wisdom and knowledge sleep in Mera. The ninth-level magician in charge of Dawn Sky Island is also called another sage after Sayer and Vanessa. Such a sage How can you not cherish the morning light and your own reputation?"

"What you said is absolutely true. As long as it drags all the people into a bloody battle, does Dawn Sky Island dare to throw ritual magic into the civilians?"

"In my opinion, Mostana is coming with such force that Dawn Sky Island cannot resist it... Why don't we make preparations in advance?"

"What preparations are you making?"

"Renovate existing commercial ships and find new habitats."

The speeches of the fugitive faction completely ignited the emotions of the silent remaining people in the palace. Discussions broke out one after another, and voices of shouting and criticism came one after another.

"You guys, are you planning to give up the land God gave us to settle down in?"

"This is blasphemy against the gods, shameless, shameless!"

"The blood of countless sages of Serel flows here. If we abandon this place again, when will we be able to avenge the shame of Zolegos!"

"Traitor, coward!"

The group advocating shipbuilding also immediately hit back: "Compared with those illusory futures, survival is the most important. Are you going to lead Selel to a dead end?"

Emperor Narea covered his forehead with one hand and looked at the messy and powerful ministers below, who were about to perform a full-scale martial arts show. He couldn't help but cover his ears gently.

Noisy, too noisy.

He has never been so irritable as he is today. Bad news comes one after another. The war situation that Gilbatos originally envisioned has become a ridiculous bubble due to the emergence of Dawn Sky Island. All strategic layouts are no longer effective. Confusion and uneasiness are pervasive, even if he I don’t know how to balance the situation and which response strategy to choose.

Narea spent more than ten years to gradually restore Serel, who was on the verge of being broken in the hands of his brother, and regained his strength. He only had to wait three to four years for the hope of targeting Mostana. Able to regain the separated land of Serel in one fell swoop and realize the reunification of the empire.

But the emergence of Sky Island put an end to this ambition. He was unwilling to leave Mostana. The changes in the political structure brought about by the migration would probably transfer his rights to magicians and legion commanders from other factions. In the hands of supportive people.

How could I give up everything I had finally gained by forcing my brother into the palace?

Hearing someone shout out the name "Lyons" from the noisy crowd, Narea couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at the elegant middle-aged mage with long red hair not far away.

"What did Commander Gilbatos say before he fell unconscious?" Narea's voice silenced everyone.

"He lost consciousness after just saying Lord Mandrake's name."

These words made people subconsciously look at Leonce Mandrake, who had never spoken. As a former member of the royal magicians of Serer, his travels during the magic wave made him return with a full load and brought many things to the Serel people. The deep-memorized summoning knowledge - the culprit that caused Blue Water's fiasco, the Flesh Summoning Technique.

At the eighth level, the top of the entire Serel magic level, everyone was waiting for his statement.

"The legendary summoner of Blue Water is believed to have only been at level 4 to 5 at the time, and the [flesh and blood embryos] he fed could devour a level 6 legion commander, despising level 7." Lyons rubbed his fingers. Smiling playfully, "This is a piece of knowledge with infinite possibilities. What it contains is the power of 'life' pursued by alchemists and necromancers."

"Is it really possible..." Someone was worried, "There is a lord on Dawn Sky Island who is also proficient in summoning."

"You know nothing about the power of flesh-devouring evolution. As long as you give me enough 'food' and a suitable, undisturbed occasion, I can make it," Lyons sneered, "devour the ninth level!"

The three factions of fighting, peace, and escape were all silent. Everyone was thinking about Lyons' words, and at the same time they were infected by his confidence.

Gilbatos is the person closest to becoming an eighth-level magician. He must have a deep understanding of Lyons' power. The call before coma was probably the key to breaking the situation that the wise army leader finally thought of.

Narea quickly weighed the pros and cons and finally gave the order.

"Do your best to meet Lyons' needs."

As an emperor, he would not make the same mistake as Bedelis. At the same time, Narea asked those who clamored for peace to continue sending envoys to seek a chance for a change. At the same time, he also asked the fugitive faction to start sending more manpower and begin to seek a way out.

Every plan must be advanced simultaneously. Once the situation is at risk, Selier can keep the fire alive.

As a race blessed by God, they have been accustomed to being targeted by despicable ethnic groups for a long time, and when they revive again, they will surely make all the creatures who once despised and trampled on them tremble.

This time is no exception.

…

…

"Wake up."

"Wake up!"

Lu Yu's sleep quality has always been enviable, and his call for a moment failed to wake him up. Instead, Sera, who was hugged tightly by Lulu, woke up with a yawn.

She couldn't help but pinch Lu Yu's face buried in her body.

"What time is it... Just let me sleep for a while, Sierra, okay... Well, it smells so good, it smells so good..." As he said that, he wanted to bury his face again.

"Get up, get up, it's very urgent!"

The sleepy Lu Yu took the water from Sera and rinsed his mouth, and then he became more awake.

The helplessness of having a sweet dream disturbed didn't last long before it was replaced by shock.

"The piano has been making noises since just now. He looks very panicked and said he wants to see you."

The summoned piano immediately received the collective gaze of the three masters, and its loach-like body immediately retracted into the small black box, leaving only a small tentacle hanging on the edge.

"I've been woken up by you now. Why are you so nervous? Tell me quickly." Lu Yu already had a bad premonition and spoke urgently.

Although it has been many years, the piano's intelligence level is still very low. Nowadays, when vehicles and other summoned objects can communicate relatively smoothly, its "piano language" can only be understood by Lu Yu who is serious and attentive. Both Sera and Lulu can understand it. It takes a moment to translate.

"It tastes a lot like me, and I eat it randomly."

"It's so hungry, so hungry...I feel hungry too."

"It seems to be taking charge, disgusting, disgusting..."

Lu Yu interrupted: "Who taught you to recite words?"

The tentacles of the piano pointed at Xu Yu, but then withered under Xu Yu's gaze, indicating that this was a self-taught act without anyone teaching him.

Ignoring this little episode and looking at the "Qin Yan Qin Yu", Lu Yu looked solemn.

I have encountered creations of flesh and blood before, but the reaction given by the piano was... no reaction. Those summoned objects derived from the exploration of the miracle of blue water and worship of flesh and blood were all inferior and weak, and the core devouring and growing ability was better than nothing. .

If Lu Yu were a piano, he would not admit that these deformed monsters came from the same origin as himself and belonged to the same concept.

But now, he can sense the other party's existence...

"Lyons." Lu Yu murmured.

"Is he summoning flesh and blood creatures to eat?" Lulu also realized, "What is he eating?"

If it is a piano-like Devouring Growth Summon, it will require massive rations for early growth. Lu Yu had accumulated starting capital by eating the corpses of countless blue water warriors. Now there is no front line in Selier, and there is no possibility of collecting the corpses... …

Under Sera's gaze, Lulu's eyes widened little by little, and her fists gradually clenched.

Lu Yu closed his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath.

As soon as the day broke, I don't know which wave of Serel messengers came to wait in front of the Dawn Sky Island. Whether they could be summoned by the Dawn messengers all depended on their luck. The Lord He faction persevered in seeking a solution.

This group of envoys had good luck. After learning that the lord had personally summoned them, the leading noble hurriedly asked his subordinates to tidy up their clothes, so as not to lose etiquette when they went to see the Lord of the Dawn.

Even at a critical moment when the survival of the country hangs on their shoulders, these envoys were inevitably shocked by the various strange scenery and devices after entering the Dawn Sky Island.

Floating in mid-air and constantly changing positions, like a tower of chess pieces.

Just hold up a dark crystal card and you can pass through the layers of enchanted strange tickets unimpeded.

The knowledge they possess is completely unable to understand everything in front of them. They can only act like apprentices who have never been exposed to magic, lowering their heads and trying not to let their curious and ignorant reactions be seen by outsiders.

The triggering of the medium-distance teleportation magic blocked their curious gaze. When they came back to their senses, they were already in a spacious study room, and the four people sitting in front of them were looking at them with different eyes.

"Dear Lord of the Morning, I only represent the Emperor of the Serel Empire..."

Before he could finish the symbolic politeness, the man in front of him interrupted impatiently.

"I don't like lengthy greetings and politeness, just get to the point."

If it had been someone else, he would have subconsciously denounced him as a "barbarian who doesn't understand etiquette." However, facing the Lord of an empty island who can turn a city-state into nothing with a snap of his fingers, he could only reflect on his own pedantry and stupidity and lead to greatness. The Lord of the Morning is disgusted.

"Regarding the conflicts between Sereer and the various tribes in Mostana... The intervention of Dawn Sky Island may be due to some misunderstandings about the Sereer Empire. This time, on behalf of His Majesty Emperor Narea, I would like to ask the Lord of Dawn to give us some help. An opportunity to explain, to talk.”

Seeing the four lords sitting silently for a long time, everyone in the envoy group became anxious.

For such a long time, they are the only people who have been able to see the Lord of the Morning. If they are rejected here, they can no longer imagine the future of Selel.

Thinking of this and the responsibility he shouldered, the envoy took a deep breath.

“The decision of Morning Sky Island will affect the future of tens of millions of Seleri people living in Mostana. At least every Selerian who trembles at the arrival of Dawn Sky Island should have a way to defend himself and clear his grievances. Chance."

"You are a human race after all, don't you sympathize with your fellow racers who have trouble sleeping and eating due to the arrival of the empty island?"

As he said that, the special envoy took out a photo scroll. On the scroll were groups of Serel people looking up at the sky in despair.

His eyes moved back and forth between the photo scroll and the special envoy. After a moment, Lu Yu stood up and looked down at the special envoy's lowered head.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to 'clear up' your grievances. Now, arrange a meeting. The sooner the better."

After watching the special envoy leave with uncontrollable joy, Lu Yu said softly after a long time.

"If God wishes for his death, he will be driven mad."