Nightmare’s Call

"Summon ... Summon ..."

Lin Sheng spent the morning studying in the school or going to the toilet. He was studying the elementary calling principle.

The only thing he was thankful for was that the book in that dream had a clear record of the principles in this regard.

After finishing class in the morning, he resolutely asked Shen Yan to ask for leave in the afternoon.

He slipped out and collected the second batch of call materials.

Gold and silver powder are still redundant. The remaining materials also know the channel and location. This time the material collection was much faster than Lin Sheng imagined.

At night, he had prepared a second summoning ritual.

After school in the afternoon, instead of going home, he went to the Tekken Club and communicated with Saru to understand the current progress.

Once again, he returned to the abandoned warehouse where the ceremony was held.

The warehouse was dark, and in the afternoon, there was no sunlight, and the sky was covered with dark gray ladder clouds. The meniscus was not covered by the clouds.

Lin Sheng replaced a cloth cushion this time as a ceremonial foundation. He placed the cushions where they were at the last ritual.

Then prepare the materials one by one and set them aside.

Finally, facing the notebook, he started drawing on the cloth mat.

A hole was dug in the middle of the cloth pad. The raincoat cloth was still easy to wash. It can be washed quickly by throwing a punch in the water.

After drawing for twenty minutes, the map was checked three times, and there were no errors or omissions.

Lin Shengcai was relieved, stood up, held the prepared paste jar in his hand, hung above the map, and turned it upside down in different directions.

"The last is boiling water."

He took out a new pan from one side and, as usual, piled up wood on the back, poured oil, and ignited.

Pour fresh water into the pot, various spices, Lin Sheng feels a bit like cooking soup.

The fire was slowly flourishing.

The water in the saucepan was also gradually bubbling.

Lin Sheng reached for the butter lamp and pulled out the lighter.

Snapped.

He used a cotton wick to slowly ignite.

everything's ready.

Lin Sheng straightened his back, and took out a piece of small cardboard with a grey print on the shelter from his backpack.

The cardboard was cut from Dad's incoming cardboard box, and the first three words of sauerkraut instant noodles were printed on the back.

Fold the small cardboard hands together and clamp them in the palm. This can prolong the ritual time, which is the usage of gray marks recorded in the materials he has just obtained.

Lin Sheng whispered and started singing the ceremonial starter words. The chaotic and irregular starter words slowly floated over the map, causing a faint ripple.

On the side of the butter lamp, a trace of white smoke slowly drifted, and the white smoke flew into the pan, blending into the ripple.

hiss....

Large slices of beef-flavored water mist evaporated from the pan and instantly fluttered around Lin Sheng.

He slowly closed his eyes.

In the dark field of view, a ball of red light slowly lit up, followed by a second smaller ball of turquoise light. Then it was gone.

Lin Sheng waited for a while and determined that there were only two of them.

Nothing else, just because these two **** are much smaller than the size of the cruel shield.

"Last summoned, the light ball of the Cruel Aegis is the size of a football. This time both are the size of an egg, no ... one is the size of a quail egg ..."

Lin Sheng wanted to summon another cruel shield, or the Grey Angel.

Unfortunately, reality is cruel. Only these two **** of light appeared before him.

"According to the records of the Penance Law, it should be that after I bear a cruel shield, the remaining idle soul is not strong enough, so I can only bear these two small ones."

Lin Sheng is not a little ignorant now, he knows something.

Since it's already here, wouldn't it be a waste of materials if not summoned?

He settled, consciously touching the red ball of egg-size.

puff! !!

Suddenly a red light drowned all his consciousness.

Lin Sheng's spirit was stunned by the sudden red light, and it eased after more than ten seconds.

He was standing in a silver-grey hall, facing the center of the hall. There was kneeling down a strong man in black clothes and carrying a sword.

The man was holding his head up, and a white-haired old man was wrapped around his head with white bandages.

"Abandon the light to embrace the darkness." The old man said in a deep voice.

"I see, mentor. For hope." The man kneeling down muffled.

"For hope."

The old man's last bandage covered the man's eyes.

Finally, he extended his index finger and drew a symbol on the man's forehead.

The red light lit up again, drowning Lin Sheng's vision.

All screens disappear.

After a few seconds, the red light faded.

Lin Sheng's vision slowly hovered over an old opponent he was very familiar with.

Rotten swordsman with a bandage on his head.

"I knew ..." Lin Sheng was helpless.

The combat effectiveness of the Rotten Swordsman is actually not weak, but it is not as good as the Cruel Divine Shield and Gray Angel, and there is a big gap.

When he was still weak, he could kill dozens of people one-on-one. Not to mention, one-to-one is easy.

"Forget it, remember next time, build up a lot of soul power, and then summon. Otherwise, you cannot afford a stronger summon."

He now probably understood the principle of the call.

The priority of summoning is first and foremost to pick out the other creatures closest to him.

The so-called relationship is recent. What other summoner can be compared with the dream monster that has absorbed his soul?

So as a result, he summoned these guys in the dream.

"But it's good. In this way, I can understand the strength and ability of the summoned things. It is easy to use."

Despite the disappointment, Lin Sheng carefully observed the rotting swordsman.

Like the class he killed in the dream, the rotting swordsman was bandaged on his head, strong and strong, and carrying a cross sword on his back.

"There is no disability on my body, and there are no skin diseases such as pustules. It seems that this should be the true form of the rotting swordsman. Most of the things I encountered before are almost waste.

Lin Sheng was at ease.

Then he noticed that a small number was floating below the instance of the rotting swordsman: 2.

"Well? Could it be that ...?"

Lin Sheng's heart moved quickly and his eyes quickly opened.

On the ritual map in front of him, two strong rotting swordsmen in black clothes were standing at this time.

Both were wrapped in their heads, carrying swords, strong and strong, and even the details in many places were exactly the same.

This is because they are actually reconstituted bodies combining materials and mysterious power temporarily.

The body built according to a template is naturally the same. Just like assembly line production.

"Are you two out at once? Not bad." Lin Sheng was slightly satisfied.

"Then copy the basic combat instinct."

Lin Sheng is not passive this time. He carefully followed the method of the magical magic circle, and first picked out the strongest rotting swordsman he had come into contact with in his memory.

Of all the Rotten Swordsmen, the strongest he has ever played against is, of course, the elite Rotten Swordsman of Black Feather City.

The guy was able to force him to withdraw from a distance of 100 meters.