Chapter 155 154 Trial Version

Chapter 155 154. Trial Version

The vines of the sharp-toothed flower swept across the ground, leaving several deep and shallow grooves.

The bloody mouth that should have continuously secreted corrosive mucus was replaced by a huge dragon head.

The dragon head slightly raised, and angrily sprayed dragon breath at the turtle-shaped monster that was still bound by chains.

Under the high temperature, the place where the monster was located was charred, and the turtle shell was cracked under the scorching.

In the venue like a Colosseum, several magicians quickly entered and confirmed that the monster was dead.

"Do you want to continue the test?"

The person being asked was observing something next to the deformed creature that was neither a sharp-toothed flower nor a dragon.

The magician with brown hair slowly turned around, with an inextricable melancholy and a little melancholy on his face.

"Let's stop here for this one."

The magician who assisted in the test took out the report and began to record.

In the application purpose column, he filled in "summoning power test".

When filling in the applicant column, his hand paused and raised his head.

"Who will apply for this temporary test?"

Although he had helped apply many times, he did not intend to skip this boring routine process.

The brown-haired magician was very cooperative and said, "Just like before, remember me."

The name "Orcus" appeared on the report.

In the assistant column, he quickly wrote "Randy".

Randy handed the report to an apprentice beside him and walked to Orcus, who was concentrating on observing his summons.

"Excuse me, although he can kill a fifth-level monster with strong defensive capabilities, he is still not an excellent summon."

"You are a sixth-level magician. With careful arrangements, it should not be difficult to kill a fifth-level monster. This deformed summon is just a superfluous effort."

The dragon's head and the body of the sharp-toothed flower are spliced ​​together, and it can use dragon breath and poison to attack at the same time. It does have a wide range of attacks on the battlefield.

But, a deformed creature is a deformed creature.

Because this spliced ​​monster used the body of the Sharptooth Flower, it moved slowly. By the time he injected poison with the vines and the dragon breath reached the attack distance, the opponent's magic had already been used.

The strange shape did not make him more powerful, but it could only scare the timid and cowardly.

Orcus pondered for a while, sorted out what he wanted to say, and then slowly spoke.

"I'm just experimenting..."

"Excuse me." Randy knew that his behavior was impolite, but he couldn't help but remind him, "His Majesty the Emperor is already mobilizing, and the whole country of Celer is ready for war."

"The dragons rarely communicated with the elves. They are proud and rarely bow down to contact other races."

"The demon foxes who hate orcs accepted Chongrong."

"Orkus, the war is about to begin." Randy advised earnestly, "The dragons will be our biggest enemy. You should focus on the relatively stable heroic spirit summons "Dragon Slayer" that you have already summoned, instead of continuing your day-to-day experiments."

"I know my words are not very pleasant, but please understand that as the seven strongest sixth-level magicians in Celer, we have the responsibility to expand our territory. If your summons can only kill some ordinary soldiers, there is no need to study it now, we can do this."

"Please focus on the "Dragon Slayer."

Orkus paid the price and sent the summoned deformed monster away.

He stood up straight, and the bangs covering his left eye were blown by the breeze, revealing his slightly white pupil.

"I'll try my best."

The perfunctory tone made Randy, who was also a sixth-level magician and younger, "tsk".

Randy took off his white gloves and threw them to the apprentice beside him.

"In that case, I won't say anything more, please do as you please."

The magician apprentices around looked at each other as Randy left.

Orcus didn't pay much attention, but after sighing, he loudly announced that today was over.

When leaving the Colosseum and passing a rest area, Orcus heard Randy complaining to another sixth-level magician Gilbatos.

"A cold eye is a cold eye. After His Majesty gave him permission, he tested it in the Colosseum for a whole day and used up nearly ten monsters." Randy said, "It's a headache. It turns out that the rumors are true. The person who can make the Duke's daughter and his own daughter angry to leave home is indeed a freak."

"You are also one of the Seven Staffs, and you were canonized by His Majesty together with him. It's better not to evaluate it like this."

Orkus left quickly without listening to Gilbatos's words in full, in order to get some comfort.

There were no servants in Orkus's mansion. When he returned home, the mansion was silent. Under the dark night, there was no sense of life.

Some bread, a bowl of broth, some fresh vegetables, and an apple. This was Orkus' dinner.

Even when he was enjoying dinner, the melancholy on his face did not ease a bit, like a frozen portrait, floating slightly with the chewing action.

After filling his stomach, Orkus returned to the room and confirmed that the house's defense array was open.

After blocking out the sound from the basement, he walked down step by step.

The basement had long been transformed into a study by Orkus. He walked to the desk, opened a notebook stacked on top, turned to a blank page, and began to record the contents of today's experiment in the Colosseum.

Orcus has nearly a hundred such pamphlets.

Summoning is not a genre worth getting into. Ever since he started learning magic, someone has warned him that the summoning genre has many flaws.

Unable to pin summons.

The duration of the summons is unstable.

There is volatility in summoning rituals.

This also causes the summoner's combat effectiveness to fluctuate dramatically.

Most magicians would choose to take a detour after hearing such warnings from their seniors, but young Orkus embarked on this path with questions in his mind.

Why can't I pin the summon?

Why is there so much volatility in summoning rituals?

With the idea of ​​solving these problems, Orkus became a summoner.

This is a difficult path, because Orcus's desire to understand this is tantamount to finding the logic and principles of summoning.

Day after day, year after year, he kept summoning and accumulating data. With the powerful country of Serel on his back, Orkus accumulated a large amount of data for reference for screening and comparison.

While he learned more and more about summoning, he also paid the price of his family and his eyes.

During an ordinary summoning ceremony, the summoning ceremony suddenly changed, and the violent magic exploded in front of Orkus.

The explosion did not kill Orkus, but it turned his left eyeball white and his vision decreased sharply.

In this explosion, his wife was also deeply disappointed with him for not caring about his family. She separated with her daughter and never came back.

But this explosion is a good thing for Orkus.

The left eye, which was damaged in the explosion, could see traces of the flow of magic power during the summoning ceremony.

He could see the entire process of the magic being absorbed and gathered by the summoning ritual, and he could also see the process of the magic distorting the space when the summoned object came through the contract after the magic disappeared.

Orkus did not tell others about this, because of this strange ability, he became more and more confused about the summons.

He found that no matter how accurately he controlled the various necessary conditions for summoning, the summoned object still could not be summoned in a fixed manner, but would fluctuate from time to time, causing the goods to be wrong.

Even if the accuracy of each item is infinitely close, this problem still exists.

Secondly, there are two types of summons: conscious and unconscious. However, in most cases, the summoner can only summon unconscious summons.

However, looking at the summoning books from several nearby continents, we can see that many summoners who have been studying summoning for a long time have encountered the arrival of conscious summons.

The arrival of these summons often directly lures them into overpaying.

No matter how I communicate with these summons, I can't get an answer.

Too many questions and too many confusions have caused the School of Summoning to make no progress for nearly a thousand years and gradually wither.

There are basically no books that Orkus can read that are older than a thousand years. This is proof that the summoning school is about to die.

His wife once yelled at him angrily during an argument.

"Summoning is dead. It's a genre that no one wants to study anymore and is standing still. Is it worth it for you to spend all day and forget food and sleep studying it?"

Orkus stroked several stacks of notebooks at the same height as the desk, looking at the wealth that had been accumulated twenty-four years ago. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he were stroking a newborn daughter.

Orkus really didn't know what it was worth.

Like other magicians, there are many schools to choose from, magic is introduced at an alarming rate, and then you become the best among them. This process can prove that all the efforts are worth it?

He loved her very much, but the two seemed to have quite a disagreement about what was worth it.

Unfortunately, Orcus has no intention of giving up his pursuit.

He is already forty-three years old. He learned the summoning at the age of nineteen and spent twenty-four spring and autumn years.

Orkus wanted answers to many questions.

And recently there has been one more such problem.

The reason is that a few days ago, a drunk painter passed by a butcher's shop and watched the boss deboning and cutting meat. He was so dizzy that he giggled and wandered home.

The artist, who was so drunk that he was dizzy and almost unconscious, picked up his brush and finished a painting before completely passing out.

The mutilated limbs of various animals are spliced ​​together in strange ways.

This work, made of bright colors, is full of madness and distortion, and a sense of disharmony comes to the fore.

After seeing the portrait, a strange feeling lingered in Orcus' mind.

"Go ahead and try to summon it."

It's like a voice, but if you think about it carefully, it's like a reflection of your own heart.

Such sounds continued to echo, constantly stirring Orcus's heart.

It is not an uncommon operation to fill things in literary creations into summoning rituals for summoning. It is said that someone has done this in the Mera continent, but the things obtained in the end are often of little practicality, and being crushed by conventional summons is also A common thing.

In order to appease the echo in his heart, Orcus made a summons in his courtyard one night.

He followed his heart, let his thoughts fly, and completed the description and description.

Orkus thought what he was about to see was an incomprehensible mass of suture monsters assembled entirely from missing limbs.

However…

The metal drill came into view. When Orkus took two steps back and took in the entire summon, he was stunned.

Is this a car?

No, whether it can be called a car needs careful consideration.

The body is made of flesh and blood.

The wheels are huge skulls.

The dense tentacles on both sides of the car are constantly flapping.

The bearing connection position of the car is eyeballs.

Under the car, countless pale hands stretched out and gently stroked Orkus' feet.

Orkus took two steps forward in shock. In the center of the disc connected to a pillar inside the car, there was actually a huge eyeball.

Seeing Orkus looking at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if smiling...

Orkus's sight continued to move, and he saw the bulging "volcano" in the middle of the car, which could erupt at any time.

The tumor was beating rhythmically, as if it could sync with Orkus' heartbeat.

Orkus felt like he was dreaming, but the magic flowing around him made him feel that everything was so real.

He knew that the summoning ritual might be distorted, and the description of the summoning was basically for reference only, but...

"Who are you..."

A word popped up in Orkus' mind. He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but mutter.

"Flesh Chariot?"

The Flesh Chariot, whose name was called, started to move, and the tentacles that were stiff in the air waved together, as if greeting Orkus.

The pale hand under the car retracted, and when it stretched out again, it was already blood red, scrambling to leave bloody handprints on the ground.

The steering wheel in the car spun wildly.

The drill bit turned rapidly, bringing a gust of wind.

The sharp and piercing chirping made Orkus' scalp numb as he stood by.

He didn't even give any orders, and the Flesh Chariot ran around happily, looking so energetic...

Orkus was determined to find out, and he decided to test the combat effectiveness of the Flesh Chariot.

As a sixth-level magician, he had his own background, and he should be able to deal with a summoned creature that looked fancy and just a little scary.

A minute later, Orkus, with two more whip marks on his face and a bunch of bloody handprints on his body, stopped his suicidal journey with lingering fear.

The big eyeballs on the steering wheel of the Flesh Chariot blinked in confusion, and Orkus understood that confusion.

There should be no summoner who would let the summon attack himself, and he set a precedent.

"So strong..."

"But how did I summon such a strong summon?"

"That painting has nothing to do with the Flesh Chariot, right?"

Orkus hurriedly took advantage of the Flesh Chariot before it disappeared and recorded its various characteristics in detail.

However, just when he was halfway through, the figure of the Flesh Chariot began to blur.

Before Orcus could think about what was happening, the Flesh Chariot forcibly broke the contract and disappeared.

"What's going on?"