Chapter 156 155 I Need a Peaceful Dream

Chapter 156 155. I need a peaceful dream

What happened that night was so shocking that even now, whenever Orcus thinks about it, he thinks it was a dream.

However, the ruts left by the Flesh Chariot on the lawn in the courtyard and the marks left on the face by the tentacles reminded Orcus that this was reality.

Afterwards, Orcus found that the price paid for the Flesh Chariot was very low.

This is unreasonable. Judging from the results of his personal test of the Flesh Chariot's combat power, it is a complete killing machine, and each part of its body has combat methods to deal with different occasions.

The price paid for such a summoned creature is actually lower than that of summoning the "Dragon Slayer" by himself?

The more powerful the summoned creature, the greater the price required. This is the consensus of summoners.

This common sense seems to explain why the Flesh Chariot quickly interrupted the contract and disappeared.

Powerful, low-cost summoned creatures often have some unexpected limitations, such as the summoning time limit.

After barely explaining the reason for terminating the contract, Orkus fell into confusion again. It was this question that made Orkus constantly start new summoning experiments.

1,100 years ago, the magician Hanlin Luodan raised the famous question of fantasy life, that is, if someone could imagine something that did not exist in this world, then in what form would this thing come?

In the following two hundred years, countless summoners who could not find a way out tried to answer this question in various ways.

These two hundred years of chaos eventually led to summoners becoming a hated existence for a long time.

There were endless jokes about summoners from various schools, and even low-level magicians could laugh at high-level summoners on the street. In the era when countless summoners who wanted to fight for their breath chose to live in seclusion or change their schools.

Hanlin Luodan's daughter even started a dark age of hunting summoners, until the situation got out of control and mediation by various parties allowed the summoner school to breathe.

However, since then, the summoning theory has completely withered in several continents around the Mera continent.

Orcus glanced again at the school overview written by scholars from the Mera continent, which he obtained from the Kolai continent.

Fantasy life, this unsolvable question raised by Hanlin Luodan in the summoning school, was also debated by scholars from various schools later.

Regardless of whether there is a solution, many magicians from many schools are very puzzled. Even if it is not something that does not exist in this world, it seems that summoning cannot accurately bring down the tangible things they describe.

The various gods and monsters in literary works, those fleeting fragments of inspiration, are indescribable in the dark night and echo in the mind with uneasiness.

No matter which one, describing the shape and giving the description, the summoning ritual often only gives a body without combat power.

The more vague the description, the more practical the summoned thing.

It is completely opposite to the rules of summoning objects obtained by summoning with common objects in this world.

If it is speculated based on the information left by these summoning schools, could it be that someone has created a flesh and blood creature and made it into the shape of a chariot to create such a powerful flesh and blood chariot?

Orcus' scalp tingled.

Thinking back to the shape of the Flesh Chariot, which was definitely not a good one, and the person who built it...

Orkus paced back and forth in the study, feeling extremely conflicted.

Reason told him that summoning such an evil creature again might have an unimaginable price to pay, but...

Orkus was torn between his conscience and his desires. He sat dejectedly on the chair, looking at the dimly glowing crystal on the table, his eyes unfocused.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe it several times, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

With a "pop", Orkus stood up.

In order to strengthen his mind, he ran quickly to the courtyard.

As one of the Seven Staffs of Celer, his mansion and fiefdom were very large, and under the prestige of the Seven Staffs, no one would accidentally break in.

But for safety, Orkus still honestly arranged the magic circle to isolate the inside and outside.

Like a child who was about to take the toy in the window, Orkus couldn't wait to start the summoning ceremony.

He easily drew the outline of the Flesh Chariot, and the content summarized from the battle was filled into the description.

His left eye was white and he could see clearly. The magic power in his body was flowing out continuously, rushing to a certain point in the void, where the summoning ritual was being completed.

Those veined magic powers were forming the body of the Flesh Chariot.

Orkus looked up with joy and waited for his "toy" to fall.

Just like a pharmacist cannot refuse a highly versatile potion with no side effects... No, this metaphor is not accurate.

Summoners who can no longer see the future of the Summoning School can be as happy as a child even if they get a little comfort.

No one can refuse this new toy.

"Swish."

A strange sound interrupted Orkus's dream.

The magic power that was forming the Flesh Chariot collapsed, and Orkus, who was standing under the summoning ritual, was washed by these magic powers and involuntarily absorbed them all back.

At the same time, the summoning ritual in the void disappeared after another dull sound.

Orkus stared blankly at the empty grassland, and then raised his head blankly.

"Why?"

Orkus thought that his summoning was wrong, and he quickly started the second summoning.

As a mature summoner, Orkus has become accustomed to the instability of summoning. He has seen many cases of summons not being the same as the description, summons suddenly becoming ineffective, summons’ strength fluctuating abnormally, and many other messy accidents.

Summoners and pharmacists have a strong tolerance for failure.

"Swish."

Orkus was once again swayed by the magic power that burst out when the summoning ritual disappeared.

"This..."

Orkus gritted his teeth: "Come again!"

"Swish."

"Swish."

After failing six or seven times in a row, Orkus calmed down. He gritted his teeth and stopped being carried away by emotions.

The summoning ritual was formed again. Orkus's white eyes watched the magic power interweaving in the void like blood vessels in the human body, inputting energy into a "source" that did not exist here.

Orkus watched intently.

His white eyes, which were injured by the explosion of the summoning experiment, could see the "source" of the summoning ritual that ordinary magicians could not see.

It was a black hole that was constantly rotating and surrounded by a white halo.

The invisible magic power would be drawn into it.

The white eyes could feel a strange sense of distance. This inexplicable feeling made Orkus suspect that this black hole did not exist in front of him at all, but was just a projection.

At the moment when the summoning ceremony disappeared, Orkus saw an incredible scene.

Those "blood vessels" that were like veins and transporting magic power broke from the source one by one, and the magic power that had been half swallowed was released from the "source" and returned in full.

Orkus trembled all over.

The next second, severe pain came from his left eye.

It was as if someone had stabbed it with a sharp spike and rotated it hard.

Orkus fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, with blood constantly flowing out from the gap between the fingers covering his left eye.

The trembling Orkus' brain was numb. He kept breathing out, hoping to relieve the pain, but what he waited for was wave after wave of pain.

After more than half an hour of stinging, Orkus was sweating profusely, lying on the ground gasping weakly like a suffocating fish.

The pain gradually subsided, and Orkus, who was awake again, tried hard to open his left eye.

It was all red.

He was not completely blind, but could still see things.

Orkus wanted to go back to the house to treat his eyes, but he only took a few steps and turned back again.

When Orkus started the summoning ceremony again, he did not summon the Flesh Chariot, but chose to summon a very ordinary Orc.

He watched the summoning ceremony with difficulty with his left eye that was gradually no longer bleeding.

"Great, I can still see the traces."

Orkus laughed regardless of the severe pain caused by pulling his eyes.

He had tasted the side effects of failed summoning more than once, and this time it was just a little more painful.

But why was it always his eyes that suffered?

After dispelling the summoned creature, Orkus returned to the mansion and quickly treated his eyes.

With his intact right eye, Orcus kept searching in his summoning books.

In a book from the Kolai continent, Orcus found what he wanted.

Six hundred years ago, a summoner from the Kolai continent claimed that he failed to get the summoned creature several times in a row when he performed summoning.

According to many summoner experiments, even if the summoning ritual does not give you the correct summoned creature, it will still give you a summoned creature similar to your description.

This is the exchange.

You pay the price, and he gives you the summoned creature.

Therefore, the summoner claimed that he kept summoning creatures but got nothing, which was considered by other summoners to be a way to stand out.

After experiencing the dark age of summoners opened by the daughter of Hanlin Luodan, the summoner knew very well that he would easily attract the ridicule of the people with a sense of superiority in the magician group.

Therefore, at the end of this matter, the summoner let it go and changed his words to say that he summoned wrongly.

However, this summoner from the Kolai continent is not an isolated case.

Also six hundred years ago, during the disaster of the Infected Spirits on the Mera Continent, a summoner said that his summoned creatures could not descend when defending the city.

And there was more than one, and there were five recorded cases.

Given that the battlefield was divided into many places at that time, and no data was preserved in some of the occupied areas, Orcus always felt that this number was too small.

Given that these summoners who reported the abnormalities were contaminated by the Infected Spirits in the subsequent defense battles, the final result obtained by the people who recorded this information after reporting to the leaders of the multi-ethnic coalition was that the Infected Spirits contaminated their minds and caused them to hallucinate.

These records with a sense of age, coupled with Orcus's personal experience just now, made him more confused.

He felt like a giant thrown into a maze, looking up at the towering walls around him and the ever-extending roads, with no other choice but to wander around in it at a loss.

If it was his own summoning mistake, then the summoning ceremony should give a summoned creature that was not the same as the one in the picture, instead of giving nothing.

For several times in a row, he described the flesh chariot, and the summoning ritual was indeed completed, but each time it was stopped at the last moment.

Those summoners back then should have been like him, constantly trying to summon the same summoned creature.

Maybe it was because he didn't believe in evil, or maybe he was keenly aware of something.

Orkus paced and pondered, his left eye aching slightly but not interrupting his completely immersed thoughts.

His thoughts kept colliding in the maze, and when he felt that he had touched the answer, he encountered a towering barrier.

Orkus was so annoyed that he wanted to shout.

He picked up a pen and wrote down his scattered thoughts on paper to prevent them from being like meteors that streaked across the sky and disappeared in an instant.

"The summoning ritual has a response."

"A response means that the summoning ritual is successful."

"Success but no summoned creature..."

"I summoned the Flesh Chariot..."

Orkus frowned, and his hand holding the pen was shaking.

"I did summon the Flesh Chariot, but I couldn't complete the contract?"

Orkus was shocked.

If this guess was true, then the Flesh Chariot should be something he couldn't summon at all.

The summoning cost he preset was too low, so the Flesh Chariot could not be contracted with him.

If he wanted to complete the summoning ritual, he had to pay an overpayment and put a greater price on it.

How did he summon the Flesh Chariot for the first time?

This question also led to another question that made Orcus's scalp numb.

If the Flesh Chariot can be contracted, but it cannot be summoned now... what is preventing it from coming?

God?

"Does the God of Summoning really exist?" Orcus' voice trembled, "If it really exists, why did the School of Summoning wither, and why does summoning have so many unclear questions?"

Orcus felt that his cognition was greatly challenged.

No matter which question he had, he could not answer it now.

He took out a bottle of potion from under the desk with trembling hands, carefully confirmed the effect, took out the measuring cup, poured it out according to the dosage requirements, and then took a sip.

This potion with a strong sedative effect is a must-have for some scholars to fall asleep.

They who have been wandering in the classics for many years can easily get stuck in a dead end and get stuck because they come to the wrong conclusion and eventually drive themselves crazy in the entanglement.

As an experienced summoner, Orkus knew that if his mind was shaken at this moment, his future thinking would be affected by this moment.

In order to rationally explore the path of summoning, he had to calm down now.

"Give me a comfortable dream... I really need to rest for a while."

Muttering this, Orkus dragged his tired body and turned over to the bed.

After a while, he snored like thunder.

Silence and tranquility once again descended on Orkus's mansion, gently wrapping him up and lifting him up.