Chapter 856 Summoning
People seem to be very willing to believe that the world they live in is the center of the universe, whether they are scholars, emperors, or even the civilizations they belong to,
The creatures at the bottom may not need to pay any price for this arrogant vision, or their destruction may be insignificant to the universe.
And if the superiors who are worshiped as gods also think this way, then the most ruthless side of the universe will be perfectly displayed in them.
But in a distant era, an era when even the ancient gods had vague memories, a star with human qualities was born among the indifferent and ruthless stars.
He is willing to wander at the bottom of those civilizations that are as small as ants, examine or appreciate some special and ordinary souls that exist in these civilizations, and even deign to contact them to form a continuous level of communication.
Of course, most of the time the result ends with the withering of the "appreciated" soul.
But He never grew tired.
A thousand faces of Him have appeared in different time, space and dimensions.
Even if we only limit our sights to human civilization, we can still find His footprints.
For example, the assistant next to the scholar who first proposed the concept of radioactive half-life, or the close friend of the scholar who initiated the Dartmouth Conference, or the unknown professor who provided Emma with glycerin-absorbing materials...
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In the past, present and future, His shadow exists in almost every moment when dangerous and tempting technological leaps are made in the long history of human civilization.
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He has millions of favored ones, but his "heart" is for those short-lived creatures at the bottom.
He is the soul and messenger of the Outer God, but he betrayed him during the most critical battle to encircle the Dreamland.
He has a thousand incarnations and faces, is the root of chaos, the source of banter and laughter...
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In most cases, only those souls who are smart enough to cause chaos can attract His attention, and if this soul can realize the existence of this guide, there is a chance that it will become one of the millions of favored ones.
But the beauty of the world is that even when it comes to the gods, accidents happen.
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Just like this guy with the folk prescription 38-sided crystal in his pocket right now.
"You said, why does the owl hoot?"
"Because it's an eagle, but it has this cat head, right?"
"So, what should a cat with an owl's head be called?"
"The head of an owl...well...then it should be called a hawk-headed cat."
"But isn't the head of an owl just the head of a cat?"
"Then it should be called a cat-headed cat!"
"Isn't a cat-headed cat just a cat?"
"This is really profound."
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How would the Many-Faced God feel if he knew that one of his incarnations had fallen into the hands of such a person?
No, He couldn't have known it.
Perhaps for Him, this strange result caused by a strange combination of circumstances is also a way of interpreting chaos.
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At this time, the red-skinned girl next to Yan added another sentence, directly taking the conversation to a whole new level——
"Owl...what is it?"
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Compared to the palace-level dialogue between the two demons, the communication between Anying was more in-depth.
I'm talking about deep in a physical sense.
It has been almost... two hours and five minutes since the handcuff incident, and something burning has not been extinguished but has intensified.
From the law enforcement station to the roof of the Opéra Garnier and now the Pont de la Mission.
The gentle fire and the strong idea of gun rebellion have always been intertwined.
In fact, can this kind of repeated and violent exchanges really be regarded as countless repeated "gun rebellions"? It's just that it's infinitely close to the critical point of life and death, reaching some ultimate comfort.
At the same time, there is a bit of revenge and catharsis in it.
Probably once you cross the threshold of self-blocking, all the so-called principles, reserve or shame can no longer stop you in the slightest, and may even have the opposite effect at certain moments.
The most complex aspects of human nature are probably reflected here.
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On the now deserted Church Bridge, this violent and bloody joy lasted until the morning light emerged from the sea.
The wet red hair didn't lean on the other person's shoulder to enjoy the tenderness of a peaceful moment like an ordinary woman would after being exhausted. She seemed to never play by the rules.
Swish——
Rebecca pulled out the short blade nailed to Milo's chest, and Milo was able to sit up and get dressed.
He glanced back at the tiny holes poked by the strange weapons on the bridge abutment and muttered:
"I never thought that I would be the one who bleeds out in this kind of thing. I'm curious if you would have to shoot me in the head if you were extremely excited."
"You don't recognize anyone when you lift your pants? I remember last night you clearly said you liked her." Rebecca put on her shirt calmly and buttoned her shirt one by one. Milo glanced down at his lower body, then looked up at Rebecca, who had been dressed neatly two minutes after getting up, and said:
"You were the one who lifted up your pants first."
"Is this how you chat with your female companion after you go to bed?" Rebecca simply pulled her hair with her fingers a few times, and immediately returned to her usual cold look.
"I mean, maybe we can try a gentler approach." Milo spread his hands.
"Am I not gentle enough?" Rebecca asked.
"Well - I don't deny that you do have some brief moments where you are gentle, but most of the time you are..." Milo looked down at the clear teeth marks on his shoulders and hands.
"What is it?" Rebecca raised her chin a little, and her perfect jawline was like a knife that was about to fall at any time.
"I said your teeth are very healthy." Milo shrugged, stood up, and looked for his pants in the mist.
"You too," Rebecca responded.
When Milo turned around to find his pants, she quietly rubbed her butt.
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The mental and physical strength of high-level superiors is indeed almost endless. If an ordinary superior were to wreak havoc like this for one night, probably half of his life would be lost here. There is absolutely no way that he can still be alive and kicking after pulling the weapon out of his chest. reason.
It's not that Rebecca is really that bloodthirsty and violent. It's probably because Milo kissed somewhere he shouldn't have kissed, so he was nailed to the ground. In fact, he didn't really know.
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"The pants are here." Rebecca picked up Milo's pants.
But after shouting several times, Milo didn't hear a reply from Milo in the mist behind him.
She frowned and turned to look for it.
Only to find that Milo was nowhere to be seen.
So he fired a shot directly into the sky, and the fierce air flow instantly opened up all the fog. The bridge was clear, but there was still no sign of Milo, but some faint spatial fluctuations were found on the bridge platform...< br>
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same moment.
In the underground morgue of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Station.
"Listen to me, if you build it to this level, it should be fine." Rick rubbed his hands.
"I don't quite understand why the summoning ceremony must use corpses. I mean, the most traditional ceremony in the South is the joyful sacrificial ceremony. Do you understand what I mean?" Adamir stared at the piles of corpses piled crookedly on the ground in the morgue in front of him. The remains of the deceased, arranged in strange totem shapes, express their confusion euphemistically.
"Death is the end of life, and it is also the definition and supplement of life. You will understand when the local Day of the Dead arrives." Rick replied pretending to be profound: "Darkness also goes hand in hand with death. This is the opening The most critical thing about the summoning channel is that if we strictly follow the top summoning magic in ancient classics, we also need bigger and better statues, fires, drums, etc. There are sufficient living sacrifices and a high priest with high qualifications and high magical talent to perform the ceremony in the specified year and month. The entire ceremony may last for more than ten hours or even longer, and precise playing and tapping are required throughout the process. Drumming and chanting incantations, any mistake will be regarded as desecration of the summoned object and lead to the failure of the ceremony, or even more serious consequences."
"Well——"
Adamir nodded thoughtfully.
Then he looked around at the four empty walls in the morgue. There were no statues, fires or senior high priests at all.
"I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do."
He turned around to leave, but was grabbed by Rick and scolded him:
"I'm just giving you a little general education. How can I teach you if you're so timid?"
"Then what kind of candles and musical instruments should I find to light?" Adamir was on the verge of crying.
"It's useless. Even if you find me, I don't know how to play it." Rick waved his hand very calmly and walked outside the morgue to start the phonograph, and the melodious piano music rippled on the stacked corpses.
Also said to Adamir:
"It's okay to listen to me. It's just a fool's errand."
"Ah this..." Adamir was completely dumbfounded. He could still be fooled.
Rick remained calm: "Actually, I'm just trying. Essentially, summoning is a way to communicate with a superior. Whether it's drum beats, living sacrifices, or songs, they are all elements needed to please the superior. , make it happy and it will appear, but I want to try another idea, which was an idea that suddenly came to me when I was studying an ancient poem."
"What is that?"
Rick said seriously: "We just do the opposite. We don't want to please it. We try to provoke it. For example, I don't give living sacrifices, but give stinky dead sacrifices. I beat the drums randomly. In addition to reciting the spell correctly, Except for that, all others are messing around, and see if they can summon the superiors by using blasphemy and anger.”
"Don't take me with you if you are looking for death!" After all, Adamir grew up in a world with a strong atmosphere of belief in gods. He knew that the consequences of such nonsense would be serious, and immediately decided that if Nanwei City was full of such lunatics, he would Just go back to Zar.
But as a law enforcement officer in the Industrial Revolution era, Rick obviously didn't have this series of messy considerations, otherwise he wouldn't be harvesting the balls of the superiors on the Blood Moon battlefield.
It was obvious that he was studying forbidden magic with a scientific and rational mentality.
And this is blasphemy.
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But Rick is not that bold yet, at least his life is still at stake.
He calmly waved his hand and said to Adamir: "Don't worry, I'm not a fool. I won't seek death. It's just an experiment. Even if I really invite the person who summoned him, he will definitely You won’t be angry with us.”
At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the morgue door behind them:
"Is this why you summoned me here naked?"
(End of chapter)