There Is Absolutely No Problem With My Summoning Technique

Click on ‘Silon’s Memory’ to use it.

The transparent cube shattered and turned into bits of starlight pouring into Zhao Wuchen's mind.

The props are not so much memory fragments as they are Xi Lun's life experiences.

Silen was born in the slums of the Holy Sun Empire.

His mother died in childbirth, and his father was grief-stricken. He died a few days after raising her.

Silen was idle and idle in his youth, and eventually ended up living on the street and became a beggar.

Until the light tour once every 10 years.

He met the person who changed his life on a dark street corner, Jing.

The gods showed no condescension and offered blessings to the people, including Silon, kindly.

'I must have her. ’

Silen worked hard for this goal.

From a beggar on the street, he became a church priest in the Holy Sun Empire.

Another 10 years, light tour.

This time, God never looked at him again and continued to bless the people.

'Why? Why? ’

"Do you want to get her?" A seductive voice sounded next to his ears.

Once the idea came up, Xi Lun's inner desire expanded infinitely.

…

It turns out that this Xi Lun is not a licker, but Duan Chun's unrequited love + yandere?

It's worse than licking a dog.

"In other words, the war between the Holy Sun Empire and the undead was started by demons?"

After reading the memory fragment, Zhao Wuchen felt dizzy and his body naturally fell backwards.

Leveling up restores all health/mana, but does not dispel mental exhaustion.

After fighting with a lord who transcended his level and reading through the memory fragments in his mind, Zhao Wuchen's spirit was already exhausted.

His body fell into softness, Zhao Wuchen tried hard to open his eyes and saw clearly who was coming.

Jing dragged Zhao Wuchen from behind, shrouded in pure white wings, and the eternally burning holy flame was not scorching, exuding a reassuring warmth.

"Wait for me for a while." Zhao Wuchen closed his eyes, and the magic power flowed in his body.

Meditation not only replenishes magic power but also restores mental fatigue.

About half an hour later, Zhao Wuchen opened his eyes again and broke away from the soft embrace.

My spirit has not fully recovered, but I can continue to cast spells, which is barely enough.

Jing's holy face showed a smile, and he stretched out his palm: "Speaking of which, this is our first official meeting, my dear knight."

"Please give me some advice. Let me tell you first that I did not choose the light. I am not your knight."

Zhao Wuchen stretched out his hand, held Jing Rou's palm, and then immediately took his hand out.

Jing grabbed Zhao Wuchen's arm and took him into his arms.

A slutty smile appeared on the holy face, showing no sign of divine majesty. "Hehe, but Hikari chose you~"

His head fell into a state of softness, and Zhao Wuchen felt unable to breathe and struggled desperately.

"Uh-huh, let me go."

"hey-hey……"

After all the fuss, Zhao Wuchen finally got rid of the murder weapon.

He looked at Jing, who was half a head taller than himself, with a serious face: "The war between the Holy Sun Empire and the undead is the devil..."

White and soft fingers touched Zhao Wuchen's lips.

Jing turned his head and looked at the ruins of the Temple of Light, with memories on his face. He could still see the prosperous temple in the past.

"The past is in the past and there is no need to mention it."

"As for the devil behind the plan..."

The pure white sword appeared in Jing's hand, and the holy light shone, illuminating the dark night sky. "When the time comes, I will pay for all the sins of that demon."

"Fine."

Zhao Wuchen rubbed his eyes, the light was too dazzling.

The matter has been resolved satisfactorily, and I have received a relatively satisfactory reward. It is time to leave the dungeon.

The soul link initiates the communication ‘Xiaolu, let’s go home. ’

The Gatling II engine roared, carrying the summoned beasts to a rapid landing.

When the cabin door opened, Gatling Bodhisattva immediately complained: "This devil is really useless. He fell down before the poor monk took action."

"Isn't this a reflection of your power, Bodhisattva~"

Zhao Wuchen replied with a smile.

"Your Highness Wuchen, what reward did you get this time? Xiaoqian is very curious."

"There are no good props, but the level has been improved by 4 levels."

Zhao Wuchen waved his hand and stepped onto the passenger seat.

Jing followed closely and found that the seat was full. He sat on Zhao Wuchen's lap without hesitation and hugged his neck.

"snort."

Qian felt a hint of jealousy and puffed up her cheeks angrily.

He stared at Jing, as if questioning Zhao Wuchen, ‘Who is she? ’

Are you a mermaid, not a puffer fish?

Oh, what a jealous little person.

Zhao Wuchen wanted to complain, but looked at Jing with doubts on his face.

"?"

Jingzhi pointed to the ruins in the dungeon and said pitifully: "I no longer have a home..."

"..."

Zhao Wuchen's face was expressionless and speechless.

"You are my knight, it is natural for me to live in your home, right?"

"Why don't you find somewhere else to go?"

Jing covered her face and pretended to cry: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, I gave you the most precious things, but you..."

Qian looked at his master with the eyes of a scumbag, and comforted him: "Sister, don't cry, Xiao Qian will help you."

Damn it, the most precious thing you said is the Holy Sword of Light, right?

It’s over, I can’t explain it clearly now.

Zhao Wuchen's scalp was numb. The more he explained at this time, the easier it was to be misunderstood.

Instead of explaining, it's better to just say it.

"Okay, just stay at my house."

It seems that there is an extra freeloader god in the family.

Gatling No. 2 flew under the control of Xiao Green and soon returned to the dungeon exit portal.

Zhao Wuchen dispelled the magic, took back the summoned beasts, and glanced at Jing.

Jing raised his hand and said consciously: "I will block the perception of those mortals, don't worry."

Leaving the copy, countless guns were pointed at him.

Zhao Wuchen immediately raised his hands, opened his palms, and made special gestures with his fingers. "One of our own."

The leading soldier lowered his gun and performed a military salute. "Major Zhao, all members of Team 1 are on standby."

"The alert state has been lifted. The mission target has been eliminated by me."

Zhao Wuchen waved and got on the return military vehicle.

The mission has been successfully completed, and the next thing is to report the situation to Yan Lao.

The military vehicle was equipped with a special transmission instrument, and the return speed was faster than Zhao Wuchen imagined.

The formation unfolds, and in an instant, the military vehicle will arrive at a certain military area.

"Brother Zhao, how is the mission going?"

It was not Mr. Yan who greeted Zhao Wuchen, but Wang Cheng.

That's right, as a national leader, Mr. Yan still has many things to deal with.

Zhao Wuchen followed Wang Cheng to the military region office and sat down on the sofa. "Everything goes well. I have killed the archbishop of the Order of Despair."

"And he is a special monster and will not be refreshed and resurrected again in the future."

"That's great." Wang Cheng clapped his hands.

This kind of monster that is impossible to guard against and can take away the body of an adventurer is really terrifying.