The Summoner

In this wide tomb hall, the sound thundered like thunder.

Although it was only a simple three-sentence, the coercion of the words was like a heavy hammer, and it fell into their ears, and even the depth of the soul, bringing a sense of extreme discomfort.

It was like a young lamb facing a dying lion, still scared to tremble.

From the absolute power of the superior to the inferior.

just.

They are not simply subordinates.

Tracy clenched her staff, her whitish face gradually recovered, and she gritted her teeth and said: "It is worthy of the deity, even if the scattered power remaining after ten thousand years of death can cause coercion no less than that of a biological overlord! "

"...Huh." The black robe followers gasped, and they weren't completely relieved by the weak spirit.

"What power is this?"

Adrien is actually a lot easier.

Although he felt a certain amount of pressure, he did not feel serious discomfort, and he recovered after a little adjustment. He couldn't help but ask: "Is the **** of rivers and swamps, that Sobek crowned..." said him He swallowed and looked at the place where there was golden light at the end of the hall: "Still alive in this world?"

"This crown has already fallen in the battle of war thousands of years ago." Tracy came over to cover Adrien's mouth, and with a fragrant wind, she was rather helpless: "But my little cute , It's not yet time for you to speak!"

"...Ah?" Adrian quickly understood.

"Bum--"

At the end of the sleeping tomb, another near-unique sound came.

It seemed to be a hoarse and vicissitudes of life, sounded like a perpetual sinking voice, and continued to sound with the power that could confuse people: "Who is calling my God's name? Who is craving my power? Who is inheriting me? Glory?"

The thunderous voice continued to shroud in the sleeping tomb.

Rolling in.

Roll away.

Everyone also suffered the pressure from the spiritual level again.

They were all pale, but thankfully, they were not as overwhelmed as they were before, prepared their spirits, and recovered quickly, but they still felt dry, as if receiving an extreme bad news.

"...Is this?" Adrian swallowed.

"Don't say the name of God casually."

Tracy also recovered the fastest as a mage: "What's more, it was the depraved deity that was sinking in the astral realm."

The staff in her hand lifted up and pointed to the deepest golden light in the hall: "Any name that mentions a deity can be regarded as a call. As soon as possible, some gods with many believers will not care about the call of the ants, but this kind of death falls on the star. The world, the gods who have lost all believers, even the residual power can still respond to this call."

"So powerful?" Adrien's eyes were horrified.

"powerful?"

The corner of Tsui’s mouth slightly curled up with a slightly mocking smile: “They can only be called in their bed tombs.”

"Ah?" Adrien didn't know anything about occultism involving gods and the like.

"They all fell down."

Trish smiled playfully: "The death fell on the astral world."

The little pink tongue licked the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were full of enthusiasm: "Like this crown, he fell in battle, but how could the deity really die easily?" Holding the staff firmly, she He murmured: "It's like the sleeping tomb that is coming now is the power left in the world under the crown."

"Divine...heritage?" Adrien exclaimed.

"Yes!"

Tracy's eyes became more fanatical: "It can be said to be a legacy."

Her neck was twisted, and the look she looked at Adrien also brought extreme agitation, and whispered softly: "But I prefer to call it the reserve from the beginning, the capital from the beginning!"

"What?" Adrien stunned, as if he didn't understand the murmur.

"carry on!"

Trish said with a chuckle: "This time we are really here!"

In her arms, she took out a slap-sized, solid gold cast disc with no words on it, but on the front was carved a crocodile head biting a long ring-shaped river: "In this world only in the name of my **** …" she whispered in a low voice: "The sacrifice from faith, the long river running through fate, awakens the glory of my **** in the world!"

"Bum--"

Another weird noise appeared, but the golden light at the end of the hall burst out instantly.

The golden brilliance was dazzling, and even with the spread of this golden light, the stone statues of countless crocodile heads in the hall, and the warrior soldiers made by magic technology, both eyes lighted yellowish, slowly turning their heads to look To this side.

That is, Tracy holding the quaint disc!

"Holy emblem?"

Adrien blurted out.

Of course, he knew that this kind of badge, which can be regarded as the incarnation of the deity, can actually represent the deity to which the holy emblem belongs, and it is the supreme Peugeot in the temple and sect. The deity gave part of the power on the holy emblem to show the glory of the god.

It's just that Sobek, the **** of rivers and swamps, has long been wiped out in the ancient war of gods. In the long river of history, all believers and shrines have been intentionally and unintentionally lost. How can there be a holy emblem?

But Trish didn't mean anything. She murmured inexplicable words in her mouth and moved forward.

The black robe attendant behind her also stared at Adrien.

"I know."

Adrien narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had been aware of the current strange and unfavorable situation, but in his heart came a seemingly delicious attraction, very weird, and even made him willing to move forward, the golden light at the end of the sleeping tomb.

"Natural space?" Adrien perceives the source of inner attraction.

"Ok."

He nodded helplessly, and now he can only choose to believe this attraction.

Because in his heart, he did not realize that he belonged to the status of predator, but he had a kind of... the identity of a predator at the top, and the natural space that traversed it was like a child discovering a dessert cake. Longing!

Stepping up to keep pace, including Feiduo who was watching behind him nervously.

And the five black robe attendants, who seem to be supervising behind the cushions, step by step in this golden shrine tomb, which was originally scattered around the Huazhu and the walls, and the construction of the ghosts among the numerous bones, Still staring at the slightly gleaming yellow eyes, staring at the holy emblem that also released a slightly golden light held up in Tsui's hand, the neck also moved, as if performing a bowing ceremony of worship.

These crocodile-headed warriors did not raise the long-handed axe in their hands, and they all stared at the holy emblem silently, and let Trice lead them by his side, and did not care even when they reached the depths of the tomb hall.

"Bum--"

The holy emblem made of pure gold discs glowed with gold.

The bright golden light at the end of the hall that couldn't be seen directly also gradually dissipated, allowing people to barely see things.

The golden light in front of us weakened, and an altar laid with gold bricks appeared in front of it. Compared with the slightly dim golden bricks in the hall, the golden bricks on this altar shone like a golden mirror.

And on the altar, a statue of a crocodile who was also cast in gold was placed in the center.

Dressed in a more flamboyant armor and holding a javelin-like scepter

"My God!"

Tracy stopped and looked at the statue with enthusiasm.

The holy emblem released the golden light and floated past. It seemed to echo the golden statue. Tracy directly knelt on her knees and bowed respectfully, saluting like a prayer: "Your believer is in Here sacrifices are offered to you, in front of your supreme palace, sacred incarnation, and under the noble holy emblem, bringing the purest children of nature, offering the most devout faith, breaking the shackles of the astral world, and breaking through the fate Changhe, with a view to let your glory return again, let your name appear in this world again, and spread the hall of stars!"

"My God!" Even the five black robe followers knelt down in front of the golden statue, bowing their heads in a respectful prayer, just like the fanatic believers, showing piety and humility when facing the statue of their own god.

"Bum--"

The strange sound appeared again, but it was accompanied by the fragmentary golden light.

The surrounding voids fluctuate, and countless pictures emerge in the fragmentary golden light, all of which are people wearing strange clothes or all kinds of species, even including lizardmen, and are carrying out large-scale sacrifices.

Or blood sacrifice, countless children were killed, including many handsome young people.

And the middle of the fragment.

A more active crocodile-headed giant sat on the gold-plated seat, enjoying the cruel blood sacrifice that dreaded ordinary people, the anthropomorphic expression of satisfaction, and the snake-like cold eyes, It seemed to pass through the golden fragments, as if through the long river of time, staring at Adrien and slowly speaking.

"Son of nature..."

That voice actually appeared in the sleeping hall.

But then the golden shards turned into nothingness like burning, and the burning flames were inexplicable, but still a clear voice came out: "Sacrifice him, you will, get my love and ... everything!"

"...What is this?" Adrien subconsciously wanted to step back.

"It's nothing."

But Tracy had already prayed and stood up.

The five black robe entourages also stood up, just blocking Adrien's backward path.

"What are you going to do!" Feiduo was sweating all over his face, staring nervously at everything in front of him. From World of Warcraft, he had already thought about evil sacrifices like the Scourge and the Burning Legion.

"...Tracy?" Adrien also looked straight at the female mage.

"As you can see."

Tracey looked at his handsome face with some perseverance: "This is my god."

"God you believe in?" Adrien pulled out his sword.

"Yes."

Tracy smiled and looked at what he wanted to resist: "It is also the **** you want to believe in."

"No!" Adrian refuted with a cold face: "I am a master apprentice, a believer in the magic goddess, even if I cannot become a master, nor a true believer, but I am also a noble, blessed by the **** of order and nobility The nobleman, not the believer of Sobek, the **** of the long river and swamp that had fallen!"

"It's useless to continue to say the god's name now." Trish shook her head with a small smile: "Maybe I was wrong, you don't have to believe in Sobek's crown." Her eyes were more fanatical: "You will be him!"

"What?" Adrien looked even more solemn.

"It's time to tell you."

Trish chuckled: "The truth of the matter."

But the staff in her hand was suddenly raised, and a golden light flashed immediately above her head, rushing directly into Adrien's chest like a spear from a ballista, letting him rise up in the air, and fell heavily. On a golden brick a few meters away.