Please Stop Summoning Me!

Stop calling me! Author: not wandering

After Shen Yi traveled through, more and more inexplicable people began to summon him, religious orders, wizards, investigators, foundations, saints...

Strange prayers filled my mind, and each god's name was completely different. "The Lord of Ash", "The City of Colorless", "The Mist Beyond the White Shore", "Ancient Spirit", "Void Dream Gate", "Chaos Monitor"...

Every summoner desires something, and at the same time offers a variety of sacrifices.

Shen Yi was overwhelmed, but there was no way to refuse.

On this day, he was finally successfully summoned by the cultists.

And the first problem that Shen Yi must face...

It's the sacrificial little girl who is paralyzed on the magic circle!

Part 1 Chapter 1 To the Immortal You

The night is getting darker.

It was pouring rain outside the cafe, and the water on the road was about to flood into the door.

The dark book-style lamps emit warm lighting, and the wood-colored furniture makes the cafe feel warm.

Shen Yi turned off most of the lights, leaving only one, and turned back to the bar.

"There should be no guests today."

He gently shook the heat-resistant pot and poured the brewed coffee into the cup, exuding the familiar rich aroma.

Shen Yi took the coffee and sat under the only lamp left by the window, looking at the night outside the glass.

Shen Yi's body reflected by the glass is thin, his black hair is slightly messy, and his clothes are neat and meticulous.

The heat of the coffee gradually decreased, Shen Yi picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

"Coffee made by hand is really the best."

The country where Shen Yi lives is called Nolan, and the city where he lives is Bayland, a place where the weather is always bad, and the retro British style is the main tone of the city.

In the new world, Shen Yi is still himself, but the trajectory of his life has changed, and he has an identity as a coffee shop owner.

Shen Yi will always miss his old relatives and friends, and he is quite satisfied with his new life. When the locals see his hair color, they occasionally ask him if he is from "Shangxuan" or "Ying Kingdom".

After roughly figuring out the corresponding situation, Shen Yi said that he was from Shangxuan. After a few months, he gradually changed from unbelievable to accepting reality.

Shen Yi likes to watch people relax after a tired day and observe various interesting lives, which always makes him happy from the bottom of his heart.

So, his pursuit is simple.

In an ordinary coffee shop, I live a simple, peaceful life.

"It would be nice to live a simple and peaceful life all the time. My requirements are really not high."

But many times life backfires.

Just a month ago, at about this time, the cafe suddenly shook violently. Shen Yi thought there was a big earthquake and rushed out with valuables.

As a result, the vibration disappeared within a few minutes, and the cafe was not damaged in any way, only Shen Yi stood outside, letting passers-by watch.

The moment the vibration ended, many voices suddenly appeared in Shen Yi's mind.

The voice was strange and low, but it remained in his heart for a long time.

"Infinite calamity, the source of catastrophe"

"The Tired of White Mists"

"The Lord of Ashes Who Obliterated the Stars"

"Offer to you the Broken Nightmare Soul"

"Show your great body and make the world fear"

The strange sound continued for a few minutes and then disappeared automatically.

Originally, Shen Yi was still comforting himself, because he had just crossed over, the psychological pressure was too great, and the hallucination caused by the stress reaction.

However, it didn't take long for the vibrations and sounds to reappear.

Strangely, the summoning words buzzing in Shen Yi's mind changed this time.

"Master all things, overflow the world"

"Enemy of Ashes"

"Mist on the White Shore"

"I am waiting to offer you the head of the ancient dragon"

"I am waiting for your great existence to manifest in the world"

Seems like... a new summoning word?

The new summon word is different from the old one. Shen Yi couldn't understand the reason, but he knew he was in trouble.

Such "strange things" happened one after another in the next few days, and every time he heard the summoning word would become different.

The object to be summoned in the spell also changes.

"Colorless City", "The Mist Beyond the White Shore", "Ancient Spirit", "Void Dream Gate", "Chaos Watcher"...

Over and over, he gradually understood everything.

Shen Yi understood that he heard strange voices several times, and it should be that different mysterious groups were performing rituals. Perhaps, they hoped to summon something untouchable.

However, what makes Shen Yi speechless is that the group of them probably... dialed the wrong "phone number"?

Because of some kind of accident that he couldn't understand, the summoning words were passed on to him.

All in all, when Shen Yi encountered such a strange situation, he had been restless, and had not slept well for several days.

Outside, the storm was howling in the rain.

"Ugh."

Shen Yi took out his phone and glanced at the time on it.

Twelve thirty.

"It's already this time, it's time to sleep."

Although he didn't really want to sleep, Shen Yi had to get up from his seat and open a cafe by himself.

You have to prepare a lot in the morning, you need to get up early and go to bed early.

Shen Yi put his hands together, closed his eyes, and wished sincerely.

"I hope I can get a good night's sleep today."

But people's luck is always strange and unpredictable, and some things often come out of their minds.

Shen Yi suddenly felt his feet tremble. He lowered his head and looked at the ground. The flat ground was also trembling.

Not only the ground, but the cups on the table were shaking, and the coffee in the cups kept going up and down.

"Starting again?"

Shen Yi frowned slightly.

The cups, the table, and the ground were shaking, and the lamps overhead were swinging wildly, flickering on and off.

Shen Yi took the coffee cup, sat back in place, closed his eyes and tried to ignore it. He knew that the shaking would end in a few minutes, so he simply closed his eyes and endured it for a while.

The torrential rain outside the house became wilder and wilder, and the lamps above the head were still shaking, and the light flickered non-stop for ten minutes.

The old low ravings reappeared in the mind, and hundreds of people murmured their incantations eagerly.

"Infinite calamity, the source of catastrophe"

"The Tired of White Mists"

"The Lord of Ashes Who Obliterated the Stars"

"The Witch Who Offers You Blood and Flesh"

"Show your great body and make the world fear"

Shen Yi suddenly remembered that this was the first time he had heard the summoning word, but there were some subtle changes.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi felt that the vibrations under his feet had stopped, and the cafe, which was swaying like a boat, suddenly became quiet, and he opened his eyes subconsciously.

"Stopped?"

It's getting foggy.

The gray fog rose around, and the sound of rain outside the window gradually disappeared. The surrounding area was shrouded in thick fog, and everything became invisible.

Shen Yi was a little surprised. He found that the vibration and sound had indeed stopped, but the current situation was obviously abnormal.

Everything is silent.

Shen Yi drummed in his heart, everything around seemed to be swallowed up by some kind of existence, and Ruo Ruowu's attraction led him to the front.

......

White lightning pierced the dark sky and rain poured down.

Torrential rain and thunder.

In a remote part of Bayland city, there is an abandoned church.

During the torrential rain, many people in black raincoats came nearby, and the continuous torrential rain hit them mercilessly.

Every man in black kept his head down, didn't show his face, didn't say a word, just entered the church one after another in silence.

The church is full of old and stale smell, abandoned for a long time, and no one came to clean it in the past.

After some sorting and preparation, the people in black formed a circle in the church, like a black ring, and they chanted an obscure ancient incantation in unison.

The old high priest rose from the crowd.

He approached the altar in the church, took out the statue of the Lord of Ashes from his arms, and placed it in the center of the altar.

The statue is like a long-feathered serpent in flames.

Everyone knelt on the ground and made a posture of prostrate worship.

The Order has believed in the Lord of Ashes for thousands of years, and has been exploring how to gain the wisdom and power of the ancient gods.

They once had the supreme glory, but now they have reached the point of life and death.

The anti-magic bureau and the enemy pursued fiercely and ruthlessly. They only sacrificed to the great gods again and again, eager for a little response from the Lord of Ashes.

The high priest fell to his knees, stared at the statue, and his tone was low.

"Sacrifice to the great Lord of Ashes."

Two men in black pulled over a lifeless little girl.

Her clothes were plain white, her hands were entangled with ropes, tied tightly behind her back, and the cloth ropes were tightly stuffed in her mouth.

The little girl has a pair of wine red pupils that are different from ordinary people, silver-white long hair, and pale cheeks that have become expressionless because of despair.

Her eyes were still full of fear, obviously very scared, but she walked to the center of the altar by herself.

The high priest nodded and said with a blank face: "Pious believers, leave with me."

The high priest got up and left the church, and the believers stood up one after another and followed the high priest in silence, leaving the tied little girl alone on the altar.

This is a living sacrifice.

According to the records of the sect, living sacrifices are different from ordinary sacrifices, and only sacrifices can be left alone for the gods to enjoy.

The wind flowed in from the gap, forming a whimpering sound, and the flames on the candles were turbulently turbulent in the wind and extinguished one by one.

She knew that she was the only one around, and even the sound of the continuous rainstorm disappeared.

The little girl looked out of the window in despair. The torrential rain was still falling, but there was no sound of rain. Everything was silent and unsettling.

myself... dying...

This is what I should do...my mission...

The silent church was covered with a layer of ashes, and the ancient instinctive fear of mankind rose from the bottom of the girl's heart, and the backlog of fear quickly turned into a heavier despair.

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