The Last Apostle

Chapter 1 Summon? Be Summoned?

It was a hot summer day, and the cicadas were screaming in the trees outside. Although the cold air from the air conditioner was blowing and the teacher was speaking enthusiastically on the podium, the students below were inevitably polarized.

Some people supported their chins with their hands, yawned constantly, blinked their eyes, and forcibly drove away the irresistible sleepiness, while others simply lay on the table, gave up resistance and snored slightly, but for Du Yuqi, it was completely independent of the two.

He was a junior student at the National Western University Medical School. He looked very depressed. There were very clear red scars on his face and neck, and even his hair had traces of being burned by fire. There was a white bandage on his forehead, and he exuded an obvious smell of medicine. It looked as if he had just suffered a serious car accident not long ago.

For some reason, Du Yuqi's expression at this time looked a bit hopeless, as if he had just been given a good guy card by a girl. At this time, he seemed to be listening to the lecture listlessly, but in fact, the focus of his eyes had already been blankly focused on the table 30 centimeters in front of him.

In fact, even the yawning classmate sitting next to him thought that there was nothing there except an "anatomy" book, and even if he touched it with his hand, he would not be able to touch anything else.

However, for Du Yuqi, there was a very strange small object there, which looked full of primitive, strange, and mysterious atmosphere, just like the altar in the legend!

The appearance of this altar was very strange, about the size of a washbasin, and the shape was the shape of a monster claw extending from the void and reaching up to the sky. The protrusions of the tendons and bones were very obvious, showing a blood red color, and strange electric lights would appear around it from time to time, constantly appearing and disappearing.

This claw has only three toes, and the black and sharp claws are very long. There is a thick layer of dark green dense scales on the surface. After seeing it, a primitive and wild feeling arises from the heart. In the center of the claw facing up to the sky, there is a strange symbol. This symbol seems to be a word, and it seems to be a mark, which makes people feel solemn and awed.

Every time this altar appears, it will produce a strange resonance with a mysterious red scar on Du Yuqi's chest. This is probably the reason why Du Yuqi can see and touch this thing, while others completely ignore it as air.

Suddenly, the claw-shaped altar made a slowly clenched fist, and light shone from the gap of its clenched fist. Finally, it materialized into several black objects, and a piece of information naturally emerged from the depths of Du Yuqi's mind:

"Tarakuta member Feiye sacrificed five pieces of hard-baked black bread, hoping that a creature could accompany her in a short ordinary battle. Contract type: slave."

"Do you want to respond to this call?"

With the appearance of this information, the claw-shaped altar in front of Du Yuqi reopened and returned to its previous shape. Five pieces of hard-baked black bread appeared in his palm. This thing is more like a brick than bread. It looks dry and unappetizing at first glance. It is estimated that the first thing to fall off is the teeth.

After about a minute, the five pieces of hard-baked black bread slowly disappeared, as if they had evaporated into the air, and a message appeared again:

"Little Creek of the Hedel clan responded to the call of Tarakuta member Feiye, and the contract between the two parties was successfully established."

After about ten seconds, the claw-shaped altar was clenched again, and then opened, and an old badge that looked a bit tattered appeared in the palm.

"Summoner of the Xuanmo Society: Li Lan sacrificed a seal of magician Lynn, hoping that a creature would respond to her call. Contract type: equality."

"Do you want to respond to this call?"

Du Yuqi rolled his eyes,

looking at the seal blankly, although it looked tattered, it had a bit of historical background. It was an old antique at first glance, and it was probably worth a few dollars, at least much better than some black bread.

However, after a full 120 seconds, there was no response, so the badge disappeared directly.

"No summoned creature is interested in this sacrifice. This summoning failed. The mana of the summoned apprentice is reduced..."

Then another thing appeared on the altar:

"GBL priest Pant, ww.nsh.c sacrificed a hard horn of the minotaur."

"It is stormy outside. The meat of the ice tiger is being stewed on the fireplace. Unfortunately, there is no firewood at this time. I hope any fire element will squat under the stove for an hour. Thank you very much."

"Pant specifically summoned a fire element to help with cooking. It requires a gentle personality and tolerance of loneliness."

"The newborn fire element (immortal) of the Yadeyan clan responded to the call."

"......."

Then, the altar repeated the action of clenching and opening again. In the shining light, a uniquely shaped stick appeared, and next to it was a crystal that looked crystal clear, as if made of red agate.

"Natural Will Elder: Hemos sacrificed a small red crystal block and a black bamboo oriental stick (crystal electric high-energy version) to summon a blue goblin warrior. The requirement is that the warrior must be at least level 2 in strength and master the following core abilities: continuous throwing and ice bomb. Contract type: slave."

"There are more than ten green goblins who meet the requirements and respond to the call, so the five strongest ones are selected for the summoner Hemos to choose."

...

Seeing the crystal clear red crystal block that seemed to be made of red agate, Du Yuqi was immediately reminded of painful memories. He inserted his fingers into his hair and leaned his forehead tightly against the desk. His whole body was trembling slightly. After a while, he said in a groaning voice:

"Oh my God, will this ever end! Can you let me go?"

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