My Summons Are Weird

Chapter 350 349 Disaster Is Coming

Chapter 350 349. Disaster is coming

On the coast, the sea water has not yet washed away the giant footprints that emerged from the seabed. The footprints extend forward, and trees fall down wherever they go. A new road is opened up in the dense forest.

Roye guessed the size of the giant based on the size of the footprints.

A giant, a colossus, or something else special, he had no way of knowing. The wind and rain continued. He woke up from his coma and saw such a scene. The snow monster had disappeared.

The dye that made Mera tremble came back.

Roye held the small jellyfish statue in his hand and pondered for a long time. He took out a magic core-he was not a magician and had to rely on props to use the statue.

He received Lu Yu's message on the way to here with the snow monster, but he didn't think about how to reply.

Roye liked the quiet and peaceful territory very much. Although it was a little desolate, he never doubted that Lu Yu would be able to make it a place that people yearn for in time.

But...

"Lu Yu, I remember you once told me that as long as you learn to let go, many things will have new solutions. I know what you are reminding me of... the past, blood, excessive attachment to this land, as long as you give it up..."

"I want to give it up too..."

When his body was hammered and covered with wounds, and his body was torn apart with a little force, Roye did not cry.

Walking in Mela, Roye witnessed many human tragedies, but he did not cry.

Realizing that Solon had been controlled by a thief for the past five hundred years, and the glory of his ancestors had been covered up by generations of decorations, he did not cry.

Looking at the giant footprints extending into the distance, Roye cried.

"Sure enough, I am cursed... Cursed by the blood that was abandoned no matter what... Cursed by the land that raised me!"

"Just treat me as a fool... I will do what my ancestors did. Maybe I will never be as great as them, but at least... I can't let them down!"

"My friend, close the door... The snow monster released the spirit of immersion, and it came back... After 572 years, once again."

Roye picked up the knife, his expression solemn, and was about to follow the giant's footprints nervously, but a figure that suddenly appeared made him a little dazed - the wet Xia Leimu stood quietly under the tree, her eyes slightly squinting, as if she was half asleep.

"You always seem to find a way to find where I am... I clearly left you this time."

"I am a magician, the powerful snow monster seems to be indifferent to the little tricks I left on you, and even deliberately left some marks to help me find you quickly."

Roye pinched Xia Leimu's face, causing her slightly narrowed eyes to open painfully.

"Do you know what happened?"

"I saw some not-so-nice things on the way, so I roughly guessed it..."

"He told me that the Spirit of Infection is both a poison and an antidote, which can force the tribes of Mera to unite again and eliminate disputes... I was shaken for a while... What do you think?"

Xia Leimu rarely showed a serious expression, frowning as she said.

"The poison can only be an antidote if it doesn't kill people. Does Mera really have the ability to stop the infection now?"

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Roye's information arrived at Dawn Territory, which made Lu Yu and others' scalps numb as expected.

The people who gathered in Lulu's room to discuss were a little overwhelmed by this sudden change. They built Dawn Territory to avoid the shuffle of the magic tide and the strange life that might be born in the magic tide. Although these are full of unknowns, the degree of danger is still within the range that can be speculated and accepted.

The Spirit of Infection... This thing can flatten the entire Mera - at least it was like this 572 years ago.

"Xuyu, next time you should read some books like treasure hunting. This prophecy seems reliable and will be of greater help to Dawn Territory."

The fog demon turned into Xuyu's appearance and imitated her posture of turning the pages of a book.

Xuyu rolled her eyes at the fog demon. She had no idea that she would come alive to attack her just because she suddenly wanted to learn about history.

"What a coincidence! Magic is very unstable at the beginning of the magic tide. Even if we open all the magic circles, there is a risk of sudden closure." Sera paced irritably.

Lulu added: "Even if it is opened, it must be completely hidden and away from the boundaries of the magic circle. The magic shield of the spiritual pollution will not have any effect."

"So far, there has been no magic to protect the mind from being disturbed?" Lu Yu was very curious. Since there is a product like soul contract, there should be a way to protect the mind.

Lulu explained helplessly: "The knowledge of mental magic has always been monopolized by the school, and the research and expansion are very slow. So far, the only mature product is the soul contract. Moreover, this product is not the result of those school mages, but one of the few complete knowledge structures left by Sayer Lucamia."

Lu Yu also recalled that Lulu's mental magic also came from Sayer's manual.

Not only that, Lulu lost her ability to communicate in the medicine explosion, and the Sayer scroll she kept played a crucial role.

Sayer himself is very proficient in mental magic. In this regard, he not only crushed his era, but also continued to crush it to this day. The magicians of the mental magic school have only followed Sayer to explore the knowledge that he played with but did not leave a complete inheritance.

Lulu and Sera both criticized the negative consequences of the school's closed-mindedness and conservatism, but never did Lu Yu feel it so clearly.

Monopolizing knowledge and limiting communication within circles, and being unwilling to share it with more people, there is no sense of crisis and there is no need to work hard to improve.

To improve and improve, you must also consider whether you can perfectly learn the new knowledge and keep up with the progress of the new school. If a new school of thought is born, it will have an impact on the existing system.

Soul contracts are so profitable that schools related to spiritual magic can gain massive wealth just by establishing themselves after the slave trade.

Why stand up when you can make money lying down?

Lu Yu covered his face and murmured: "Sure enough, it's the same in every world..."

The mist demon was lucky: "We are relatively remote, and Diran shouldn't be able to get here..."

Sera's words ruthlessly shattered the mist monster's thoughts: "The last time the infested spirits spread to the east of Codzon and to the south of the Plenty Mountains, they were present in three-quarters of the four major countries. At that time, Broken Gold City is still in the hands of the Vampires, and they were forced into the depths of the Red Flame Mountains because of the contamination."

"I have a question."

The sound came from the window, and Huogu's huge eyes stared into the house through the window - he was too big and could only lie down outside the house to participate in the discussion.

"Dipsin, what type of life is it?"

Sera and Lulu hurriedly recalled, while Lu Yu and Xu Yu were flipping through books.

This is a question that even the masterpiece "The Brilliant Ballade" of Memory-Infused Spirit failed to fully understand.

Every infected life has the ability to infect other lives. It looks like a virus, but there seems to be a connection between each infected body, and it looks like a special race with hive consciousness.

Could it be that all the infected people were inadvertently parasitized by a strange race?

Lulu interrupted Huogu's speculation, because during the first war, a sect lifted the ban on doctors' dissection and asked them to search for "parasites" from the collected corpses of impregnated spirits, but in the end nothing was found. The same is true for several anatomical investigations.

Hogu said: "I have never heard of anything similar to the impregnated spirit when I stayed in other continents. This seems to be unique to the continent of Mera...I don't want to say that it sounds like a gift from the world consciousness to Mera. , This seems a bit disrespectful to the creatures on this land, but it seems to be the case. "

"It sounds amazing, doesn't it? The power of polluting thoughts can disappear, and all infected bodies disappear at the same time. This means that there is an inevitable connection between them, but this connection cannot be found in the body... It's difficult Could it be that we encountered a group of special 'souls'?"

Huo Gu's teasing couldn't make everyone in the room smile, and everyone looked heavier.

The undead have not yet appeared in this world, and the magical environment is not enough to support a person's consciousness and soul to stay away from his body.

The high-concentration magic environment in Twilight City makes magic full of possibilities. Being in it to avoid decay for hundreds of years, Clorons used his clones to kill living beings in reincarnation, allowing those unwilling and resentful souls to exist in the form of incomplete fragments of consciousness. He went down and was later made into a semi-finished doll by Clorons' clones, and finally found relief in the hands of Serra.

Mela 572 years ago obviously did not have the magic power to compete with Twilight City, and the undead would naturally not be born.

The influence has been gone for hundreds of years, and no one has studied carefully what it is. It is a bit hasty to suddenly figure out a clue and nip it in the bud.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a little depressing, Sigrid clapped her hands and said optimistically: "The monster from five hundred, almost six hundred years ago, even if it reappears in the world, the damage will be very limited. You must know that times have changed, and now The magicians and warriors are much stronger than before, the magic system is completely different from that of the past, and the skills of the craftsmen have also made great progress. "

Sera, Lulu, Lu Yu, and Xu Yu all turned their heads and stared at Sigrid.

Those eyes are full of care...

"What...what's wrong...am I telling the truth?"

Lu Yu glanced at Xu Yu and said, "It seems that you also need to learn from Xu Yu and read more books."

Sera told Sigrid: "If you think that the impure spirit only has the power to pollute the spirit, and you think that relying on high-level magicians to bombard the trouble from a distance can solve the problem, you are totally wrong."

In a moment, he quickly turned over "The Brilliant Narrative Volume 1" and handed it to Sigrid, and thoughtfully pointed out which paragraph to read from.

The mist demon curiously moved over and said, "Let's take a look... While the various regions of Mela cooperated to strangle the pollution sources and achieved remarkable results, the warriors were also surprised to find that their casualties began to rise inadvertently."

"Some infected bodies that are obviously impossible to be good at and use magic can actually release strange magic fluctuations, and soon after, they will resonate with 'magic' in a special way."

"When those colorful lights fell straight into the formation, many people woke up from a dream and realized in horror... Huh?" The fog demon directly turned into a huge question mark, "Magic with fifth-level power?"

"Are you kidding? How can someone who has not awakened magic power use magic? Even if he does... it's level five, it's level five!" Sigrid's eyes widened and she couldn't keep calm.

When Lu Yu read these records for the first time, he thought it was a fantasy, but combined with time, he discovered a detail.

The first impregnated spirit disaster happened at the end of the last magic wave, so some scholars in the book speculated that it was the magic wave that awakened these infected bodies. The infected bodies' thoughts were contaminated, and they acted on instinct, feeling If you are in danger, you will naturally choose to fight back, and magic will...

It sounds nonsense, but this is the best effort of these scholars who study immersion to explain it from an academic perspective, correctly and rigorously.

Fortunately, the probability of these magical resonance magic phenomena appearing is not high, but... they were able to resonate at the fifth level last time, so how many levels can they accidentally resonate with this magic wave?

Moreover, can being stronger than before really stop the contamination?

Solon's northern border, Blue Helmet City.

The lord kicked the messenger kneeling in front of him and cursed: "This is the answer you gave me. The number is unknown and the enemy is unknown? No information can be found. Why are you coming back? You are the messenger, give me information , I want information!”

The lord stood at the top of the city and pointed in the direction where a whole group of city guards disappeared: "Before dark tonight, I want to know who invaded Solon, their location, and the number of vanguards. I don't want to hear unknown things. If you give me such an answer again, Perhaps the Inquisition would be happy to chat with you."

The messenger gritted his teeth. Under the pressure of the city lord, he hurriedly got up and was about to rush out of the door to perform his duties.

But he stopped.

"Lord, a whole team of cavalry and twelve messengers disappeared after entering the dense forest. This is enough to show that the enemy we are facing is unprecedentedly powerful... Do we really want to die? We should quickly pass the message to the surrounding city-states!"

The lord was so furious that he threw the cup on the messenger's head.

"You're teaching me how to do things, and you're actually teaching me how to do things!"

"If you don't go, you should let your son go in your place."

The messenger trembled all over. He did not dare to say anything more. He returned to the camp tremblingly, gathered his companions again, and disappeared into the dense forest in the distance without looking back.

The blue-helmeted city lord stood at the top of the city, watching the messenger and snorted coldly.

Asking for help?

The enemy's situation is unknown, what if it's just a misunderstanding? He hastily asked for help and put his face at risk. When the nobles meet in the future, won't he become the laughing stock of other nobles?

Solon only had one enemy in the north, the Watcher Elves, and he did not think that these Elves would want to fight the powerful Solon Empire.

They can't afford to lose!

If you just want to take advantage of the chaos to kill the adventurers and merchants near the Wrath Volcanic Ridge to replenish the military supplies for the civil war, then let them go. They should realize the seriousness of the matter when Solon's messenger is killed. Automatically retreat after success...

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