257. Chapter 255 Summoning


Chapter 255 Summoning

Goblin priest Abu gently spread his hands, indicating that Lucian could do whatever he wanted.

And he was leisurely tasting the cup of unknown gray soup, smacking his lips from time to time, as if he was completely letting Lucian's actions go.

Lucian raised his arm, then slowly lowered it, raised it again, and then slowly lowered it.

His expression also kept changing. Although Lucian had worked very hard to control his emotions, the struggle in his heart was still magnified to the limit at this time.

Threads of gray-white mist quietly began to penetrate Lucian. Under the influence of this obscure force, Lucian's consciousness seemed to split into two completely different individuals at this moment.

One of them, Lucian, had determination on his face, his eyes were resolute, and he seemed to be ready to die; while the other Lucian's eyes were evasive, with half of his face hidden in the shadows, trying his best to hide himself, while his eyes were deep. There is attachment to life and unwillingness to struggle everywhere.

"Listen to me! Take this opportunity to kill this goblin priest first. If he escapes, it will be too difficult to find such an opportunity again! This is a god! Even if he is killed by the backlash of the rules, we can In other words, a first-level wizard can kill a fifth-level creature and earn one blood at a time, okay?"

"No, surviving is the most important thing! He is not my friend at all, and he is not worthy of my efforts as a stepping stone for him!"

The discussion between the two Lucians turned into a quarrel, and soon the quarrel turned into an argument. If both sides hadn't had entities, I'm afraid they would have started fighting directly at this time.

It’s a choice between two, and it’s a choice between two losers.

It seems that no matter what Lucian chooses, he will always lose. It's just that he, the "loser", has the right to choose the winner.

Lucian was like a puppet about to take its final bow, slowly walking towards the twisted altar tower.

He staggered, as if these few steps were the last journey of his life.

The goblin priest lowered his head to taste the special drink from Chaos Civilization. When he lowered his head, a proud smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Go...go quickly..." The goblin priest smiled, looking forward to it, but also secretly proud.

The reason why he dares to come to the real land to "seize food from the tiger's mouth" is because the abilities he possesses are very suitable for the rules in the dream land.

The ability to distort and manipulate emotions may only be regarded as a general ability in a head-on battle. When facing some gods who are good at attacking, such as opponents who have mastered the abilities of destruction, space, etc., he can only flee in panic, but in In this non-combat situation, his ability is particularly useful.

In fact, with just one mouth, he has the confidence to deal with his opponent quietly.

For example, the fifth-level wizard he described to Lucian before was not killed through frontal combat.

And now, the little guy who poses the greatest threat to him is about to embark on a path of self-destruction.

"You're still too young..." Goblin Priest Abu sneered in his heart. He calmly put down the soup bowl in his hand, and his green eyes silently looked at Lucian, who had already walked to the altar tower.

"Yes, that's right, that's it..." Goblin Priest Abu shouted a slogan to Lucian in his heart, but the next moment, the calm and peaceful expression on his face could no longer be maintained, and was replaced by a touch of shock and anger.

Because Lucian did not take out the quill at this time, but quickly rushed to the front of the dream rules slate, stretched out his index finger, and quickly drew two strokes on the slate using his own blood as ink. Lucian moved very quickly, because the two strokes he wrote had no technical content, just like a naughty boy who didn't know any painting skills and splashed ink wantonly.

What he drew were two diagonal lines crossing each other. The scarlet blood looked particularly dazzling on the dream slate with gold characters on a black background.

What Lucian drew was a red cross. This simple symbol means something similar in almost any civilization:

Error, removal.

What Lucian marked wrongly was the line of rules that had just been tampered with by the goblin priest.

"You're crazy!" the goblin priest roared angrily, with anger and fear in his green eyes.

"No, on the contrary, I am extremely awake now." Lucian smiled. He could feel the dream slate quickly becoming active under the stimulation of his own blood, just like he had used blood to awaken the quill before.

It was the sullen anger of a high-level being who felt that he had been desecrated. This feeling was like being awakened by the urine of a naughty child.

Tick--

Lucian's index finger was still dripping with blood, and he could feel the anger of the stone slab towards him.

However, Lucian did not panic, and even had a smile on his face.

Because while he felt the resurgence of the stone slab, he could also feel that the rule that had been tampered with by the goblin priest was being "revised" at an alarming speed, and even part of the content that had been tampered by the goblin priest before was also being "revised" at this time. Being quickly restored.

Lucian could even feel that Shi Ban's anger towards him was quickly shifting at this moment.

What's the fastest way to resolve a conflict?

Naturally, create a bigger contradiction to divert it!

Now, the goblin priest undoubtedly inherited the biggest target, followed by the "judge" who also mastered some of the rules, and finally the "naughty kid" Lucian.

Although it is very infuriating to be woken up by a naughty child with child urine, but if the naughty child did this to remind you that a thief has entered your home, the normal reaction would probably be to catch the thief first.

After all, you can take care of your naughty children at any time, so you might as well wait for the next rainy day!

But if the thief misses it, all the lost items will be gone!

And now, Shiban has discovered two "big black mice"!

"Um...Mr. Abu, I wonder what you feel like for a master?" Lucian chuckled. At this time, a quill appeared in his hand, and with the help of the gray-white color filling the air, The airflow began to quickly write a name that could point to the sleeping great being.

"The great master sleeping deep in the dreamland..."

Buzz——

There is no need for ink, nor does Lucian need to donate his own blood. The simple wisdom of the quill seems to have noticed that Lucian's actions have a positive impact on its own body, so it appears to be particularly docile, and even actively releases its own power, starting to It absorbs the surrounding gray-white mist and blends into the words written by Lucian.

As Lucian continued to write, a terrifying aura quickly descended with the quill as an anchor.

(End of chapter)

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