3-Summon the Evil God

Everyone followed the sound and found a tall young man standing in the corner.

The pale green eyes are a unique noble feature of the Andu royal family. Dark brown hair with elegant curvature, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and a serious and cold temperament.

He held the love letter in his hand and walked towards the high platform.

The ghosts and monsters around him unconsciously made a way for him to pass, but they didn't dare to look at him. It was as if there was some terrifying existence hidden under that outstanding appearance, and that person didn't like the look in their eyes. They didn't even dare to touch him with their eyes. When he passed by, the ghosts felt their souls trembling.

The bloody smoke drifted out of the love letter, forming an illusory body that actually looked the same as the young man.

The person who came out of the love letter should be Master Lance. So, who is this person who controls Master Lance’s body?

At least a strange and powerful being.

This kind of ritual is most likely to attract the attention of some unknown gods who are biased towards evil.

"Master Lance..."

Perhaps Maria still had vision in this state, and she turned her head towards the illusory fog-like figure.

"This strange woman, I don't know you." Lance's light soul floated in the light and would disappear at any time.

"I can use my excellent memory to prove that none of the things you mentioned have ever happened." His tone was cold, arrogant and sarcastic. He looked down upon all ghosts and looked at everyone as if they were looking at a piece of garbage.

"I only went to that remote and backward location out of respect for my profession, to prevent women who were not clear-headed from encountering danger."

"I'm sorry, my words were a little inaccurate. Your brain is no different from the others here. You can't use the word sober to describe it. Because you don't have a brain at all."

His pronunciation is pure, with an aristocratic ancient elegance, and his voice is gorgeous. Even if the content is not very friendly, it does not detract from his outstanding temperament at all.

"A group of undead who have not escaped from low-level taste."

"Tsk, tsk, what a dirty, backward, imbecile party." His laughter also contained endless contempt, which could easily arouse the anger of the targets. But all the ghosts outside can feel it, and the creepy pressure has locked the entire castle early. If you act rashly, you may die again. They could only listen quietly to Mr. Lance's impassioned speech, maintaining the silence and patience that a listener should have.

"This is not a party at all, and I apologize for the word party. It's the whispers of rats in the sewers, more disgusting than a swarm of buzzing flies."

After his soul was absorbed by the love letter, Lance Fier could perceive objects and sounds within a certain range. He heard the story of Miss Maria very clearly, and his endurance had reached its limit. He didn't even have time to thank the existence in his body, and just wanted to vent the anger in his heart. No matter whether he lives or dies today, he must finish what he wants to say.

"Oh, what's your name, Maria? I believe that if this name had a spirit, it would definitely make you die of shame and anger."

"Ahhhh!" Maria began to tremble as soon as Lance Feier spoke. She was very irritable at this time and screamed, extremely noisy.

Si Qingyan frowned and his screams stopped abruptly.

Lance Feier raised the corners of his lips with a contemptuous arc, sneered disdainfully, and said:

"Your imaginary love is so pitiful that it makes people laugh. One-sided delusions and ignorant plots are piled up into an unsightly pile of garbage. Even the poor stories concocted by the most inferior writers are better than your love. A thousand times."

"However, it also has an advantage that is well suited to everyone here's level of appreciation for badness."

"Let's not discuss the low-level stupidity of the plot for the time being, and directly consider the reality. This female prisoner, you violated Articles 10, 12, 36, and 254 of the Dark Capital Basic Law. For crimes such as deception, fraud, murder, slandering others' reputations, and fabricating false facts, the evidence is conclusive enough to warrant the death penalty." Lance Feier calmed down and looked at the other two producers, his eyes as sharp as blades.

"Of course, you are no better than her. You are so stupid that you go hand in hand, and you are so inferior that it stinks. It hurts my ears to hear such cases. I can't bear to let my brain be tortured by this kind of beastly behavior anymore, so I don't want to do it for You are condemned and only ask the great executioner to impose the most cruel and painful punishment on you and execute you on the spot.”

"Dear Sir, I offer you my deepest gratitude. I have the temerity to ask you to punish evil."

Lance Feier bowed to his own body in a humble gesture.

Let him leave the love letter and come out to express his opinions, and the power attribute that gives him the ability to move is gentle and broad, with a strange divinity that is easily reminiscent of Shen Zhuan.

He believed that gods appeared and felt infinite glory for his body as a vessel for the coming of gods.

"As you wish."

The clear and deep voice sounded again.

This person is very discerning when he speaks, and it resonates deeply in everyone's heart.

A recognition will naturally arise that he is noble, powerful, mysterious, and comes from an unknown distance.

Maybe, it should be Him?

"However, I want to know if there is a ritual that can summon the evil god?" Si Qingyan was very interested in this.

Since the evil god can be summoned, will he also be summoned by some kind of ritual one day?

"Mr. Duke, demonstrate again."

Si Qingyan raised his hand, and the Duke of Downs on the second floor fell to the ground, making a dent in the solid floor.

Duke Downs suddenly turned into a sky full of small bats, trying to escape. But he was intercepted by a sudden blood-red fire net. After most of the bats were quickly burned, Duke Downs returned to the appearance of a gentleman in a tuxedo, but his whole body was more than a circle shriveled, and the bow tie on his neck had long fallen to the ground, revealing a hideous broken end and fine and complicated sutures.

Lance Feier did not comment.

He looked so confident. Since this person was not afraid of the evil god, he, as a vassal, did not need to be afraid.

"Don't challenge my patience." Si Qingyan naturally appeared on the silver throne behind him. He sat on it lazily and raised his hand and said:

"Please start your performance."

The Duke was offended, but he had no choice but to smile flatteringly.

He began to prepare the things needed for the summoning ceremony.

Duke Downs was very nervous.

Maybe He needed some servants? Maybe he was still useful.

If it was a god on the lawful side, he would definitely be executed.

Duke Downs could only pray that the evil god would respond to the ritual and be summoned to get rid of this unknown existence. That would be the best.

He was willing to sacrifice all the ghosts in the castle to the evil god.

Duke Downs prepared everything he needed for the summoning.

For example, coagulated blood, silverware for the ritual, powder made from some plants, and deformed limbs of animals.

Duke Downs arranged everything, carved the magic circle, and stole a glance at the young man sitting on the silver throne. His two eyeballs exploded instantly. After growing a new pair of eyeballs, Duke Downs lost weight again.

The other guests were silent and did not dare to make any sound for fear of attracting Si Qingyan's attention.

Duke Downs began to chant the spell.

It was an obscure, old, chaotic, and distorted language. Mixed with the sharp screams of animals and indescribable horror. It was hard to imagine what part of the body should be used to pronounce correctly.

Some very weak ghosts had already knelt on the ground.

Everyone heard the sound of something sharp scratching on a hard surface, as if some kind of beast was scratching glass with its nails. The sound rang directly in the heart and could not be blocked.

Si Qingyan could understand what Duke Downs was saying, which was not very friendly.

"The great god existing in the unknown gray fog, the ancient god sleeping in the divine palace, the Lord of endless destruction, the Lord of distortion and chaos... Please allow your loyal servant to pray to you... The ignorant existence offended your divine name and challenged you without knowing your own strength..."

"I will use countless dead souls as your dessert, praying that you will show up... punish... the sinners who blasphemed you..."

Duke Downs finished the spell with difficulty, and strange black mucus appeared on his body, and his limbs turned into thick tentacles.

He could no longer stand up, lying on the ground like a twisted octopus. He was also unable to speak, and could only roar like a beast, provoking Si Qingyan with malicious eyes.

There were inexplicable whispers in the air, as well as some meaningless noisy laughter, or the sound of some viscous liquid surging.

Si Qingyan only looked at Duke Tangs from a distance, and had no desire to study.

It was obvious that Duke Tangs was polluted because he summoned an unknown existence from a high-dimensional plane and could not withstand the power of the other party.

Or erosion.

This kind of erosion is irreversible.

No matter how it started, it will eventually become an unknown monster.

Unless you can defeat that unknown existence, you can't escape the fate of being polluted.

The rotten and corrupt wind blew in, and some weak undead spirits dissipated directly in this weird wind.

Lance Feier was protected by the pure white light circle and was safe.

Maria wanted to hide in it, but as soon as she touched the soft light outside the light circle, her arms were burned to ashes. She still couldn't make a sound and hid in a large group of undead.

The whispers were getting closer and closer, and finally a huge gray vortex appeared above the castle.

A pair of huge eyes appeared behind the vortex, directly penetrated the building, looked around at the shivering undead inside, and felt a little bored.

Not full.

But since he was here, it would be a shame not to eat a few bites.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have overlooked something, but he couldn't see it anyway.

Isn't it just a group of low-level undead?

It finally stretched out its tentacles and probed into the castle from the vortex.

The Duke of Downs, who was crawling on the ground, laughed wildly and triumphantly, which was very creepy. No undead around dared to go over. The black liquid pouring out of his body had corroded deep holes in the floor.

Si Qingyan suddenly raised his head and stretched out his hand to the air.

The summoned god instantly felt a huge force wrapped around his body, causing him to fall into the vortex uncontrollably.

Damn it! It's a trap!

Damn it!

Which god of the lawful camp is harming him again!

He instantly abandoned part of his body, closed the space channel, and fled.

The vortex above the castle disappeared instantly, and the huge limbs that appeared out of thin air fell down with a bang, smashing the castle into pieces.

Seeing this, the undead fled in all directions, but were soon trapped in the light shield and could not escape.

Without the blessing of the gods, the Duke of Downs, who was about to lose his mind and fall into chaos forever, finally heard the unknown existence on the throne sigh:

"What a big octopus."

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