"Summoning.... Summoning...."

Lin Sheng spent a morning in school, attending classes or going to the toilet, all studying the principle of primary otherworldly summoning.

The only thing he was glad for was that the book in the dream was very clear about the principle of this.

After finishing class in the morning, he decisively asked Shen Yan for help in the afternoon.

He sneaked out to collect the second batch of summoning materials.

There is still a surplus of gold and silver powder, and the rest of the materials also know the channels and locations, and this time the material collection is much faster than Lin Sheng imagined.

By the end of the evening, he had already prepared the materials for the second summoning ceremony.

In the afternoon, he didn't go home after school, but went to the Iron Fist Club, communicated with Saru, and learned about the current progress.

Once again, they returned to the abandoned warehouse where the ceremony had been held.

It was dark in the warehouse, and in the afternoon, there was no sunlight, and the sky was covered with dark gray ladder clouds, and the crescent moon was hidden from the clouds.

Lin Sheng changed a cloth cushion this time as the basis for the ceremony. He placed the mat in the place of the previous ceremony.

Then mix the various materials one by one and set them aside.

Finally, facing the notebook, I began to draw the formation diagram on the cloth pad.

There is a hole dug in the middle of the cloth pad, and it is still a raincoat cloth that is easy to wash, and it can be washed quickly by throwing it in the water and rinsing it.

After 20 minutes of drawing, the array diagram was checked three times to make sure that there were no mistakes or omissions.

Lin Shengcai breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, took the prepared paste jar in his hand, hung it above the formation diagram, and turned it upside down in different directions one by one.

"Finally, it's boiling water. ”

He took out a new frying pan from the side, put it on the shelf, piled firewood, poured oil, and lit a fire.

Pouring water and various spices into the pot, Lin Sheng felt a bit like he was cooking soup.

The fire slowly grew stronger.

The water in the pan is also gradually bubbling.

Lin Sheng reached out and took out the butter lamp and took out the lighter.

Syllable.

His homemade wick from cotton thread slowly ignited.

Everything is ready to go.

Lin Sheng straightened his back and took out a small piece of cardboard from his backpack with a gray print pattern on the shelter.

The cardboard was cut out of his father's incoming cardboard, and the first three words of sauerkraut instant noodles were printed on the back.

Put the small cardboard together with both hands and clinch it in the palm of your hand. This would prolong the ritual time, which was the use of the gray seal recorded in the materials he had obtained.

Lin Sheng began to chant the ritual initiation in a low voice, and the chaotic and irregular initiation words slowly floated above the array, causing a trace of vague ripples.

The butter lamp on the side slowly floated a trace of white smoke, and the white smoke flew into the pan and blended into the ripples.

Hiss....

A large expanse of beef-flavored mist steamed up from the pan and instantly flew around Lin Sheng.

He slowly closed his eyes.

In the pitch-black field of vision, a red ball of light slowly lit up, followed by a second smaller ball of turquoise light. And then it's gone.

Lin Sheng waited for a while, and made sure that there were just two of them, and his heart suddenly felt a little helpless.

Not for anything else, just because these two balls are much smaller than the size of the Brutal Aegis.

"Last summoned, the ball of light of the Aegis of Brutality was the size of a football. Both of these are the size of eggs this time, no... One is the size of a quail egg...."

Lin Sheng wanted to summon another Cruel Shield, or a Grey Angel.

Unfortunately, the reality is cruel. There were only these two balls of light in front of him.

"According to the records of the séance array book, it should be that after I bear a brutal holy shield, the remaining idle souls are not strong enough, so I can only afford these two small ones. ”

Lin Sheng is not a novice who knows nothing now, and he understands a little bit of things.

Since this has come to this, wouldn't it be a waste of material not to summon?

He froze, his consciousness moving towards the red ball of light the size of an egg.

Burst!!

In an instant, a red light flooded his entire consciousness.

Lin Sheng's spirit was stimulated by the sudden red light and paused, and it took more than ten seconds to ease up.

He was standing in a silver-gray hall with the center of the hall in front of him. There was a strong man dressed in black and carrying a long sword.

The man held his head high, and was letting a white-haired old man wrap a white bandage around his head.

"Abandon the light in order to embrace the darkness. The old man said in a deep voice.

"I understand, mentor. For the sake of hope. The kneeling man said in a low voice.

"For hope. ”

The old man wrapped the last bandage and blindfolded the man.

Finally, he stretched out his index finger and drew a symbol on the man's forehead.

The red light lit up again, drowning Lin Sheng's vision.

All images disappear.

After a few seconds, the red light fades.

In the field of vision in Lin Sheng's eyes, an old opponent he was extremely familiar with was slowly suspended.

A rotten swordsman with a bandage on his head.

"I know...."Lin Sheng was a little helpless.

The combat power of the Rotten Swordsman is actually not weak, but after all, it is not as good as the Cruel Aegis and the Gray Angel, and the gap is very large.

When he was still weak, he was able to kill dozens of them one-on-one, not to mention now, one-to-several are easy.

"Forget it, remember next time, accumulate some more soul power, and then summon. Otherwise, you simply can't afford a stronger summon. ”

He had now roughly understood the principle of this summoning.

The first priority of summoning is to pick the otherworldly creature closest to him.

The so-called relationship is close, what other summon can be closer to the dream monster whose soul has been absorbed by him?

So as a result, he summoned these guys from the dream world.

"But it's okay, this way, I can grasp the strength and ability of the summons. It's convenient to use. ”

Aside from his disappointment, Lin Sheng carefully observed the Rotten Swordsman.

Like the same kind he killed in his dream, the rotten swordsman had a bandage on his head, a muscular build, and a cross sword on his back.

"There are no disabilities on my body, and there are no skin diseases such as pustules. It seems that this is now supposed to be the true form of the Rotten Swordsman. Most of the ones I've encountered before are about to be scrapped. ”

Lin Sheng knew it.

Then he noticed that beneath the Rotten Swordsman's instance was floating a small number: 2.

"Well, could it be that this represents ....."

Lin Sheng's heart moved, and he quickly opened his eyes.

On the ritual array in front of him, two strong rotten swordsmen dressed in black were standing at this time.

Both of them have their heads wrapped and swords on their backs, and their bodies are strong and powerful, and even the details in many places are exactly the same.

This is because they are bodies that have been reconstructed by summoning ritual force fields that temporarily combine materials and mysterious powers.

The body built according to a template is naturally the same. It's like assembly line production.

"Two at once? Yes, yes. Lin Sheng was a little satisfied.

"Then there's copying the basic combat instinct. ”

Lin Sheng was not passive this time, he carefully followed the method on the séance array, and first selected the strongest rotten swordsman he had ever come into contact with in his memory.

Among all the rotten swordsmen, the strongest he had ever fought was naturally the elite rotten swordsman in Black Feather City.

That guy was able to force him out of the hundred-meter distance in one go.