"Are you doing this now?" was the question asked by Kailas, which was actually the same question that Cheese asked himself. Did his summoning work succeed? If it did, then why didn't any evil god come in response to his call except for the earthquake that seemed to be going to last into the distant future? This is completely inconsistent with the principle of the summoning technique, and it is true that various visions may appear before the evil god comes, but none of them are so monotonous and so long. But if he fails, how can the earthquake be explained?

That's why the Greys never thought of spells related to evil gods as magic. Magic, no matter what type of magic it is, when it is released or used, the caster will always feel it, and they may not be able to tell the process and principle of the magic involved in the spell, but the success of the spell and whether the magic released is as expected is the most important thing, even for the apprentice who is new to the way of magic.

This is not the case when this common sense is appropriated to the evil gods and the spells used by their priests, and each evil god teaches his followers to cast spells differently, and even the methods they teach each person are very different. Most of the spells related to evil gods that Cheese knows today come from evil texts copied by his followers, and most of these texts are carried by the skin of intelligent beings, and they themselves have the power to deceive their readers. Even so, the number of spells recorded in a tome is extremely limited, and most of them will consist of the writer's incomprehensible mutters or praises of the evil he worships. But it's these frustrating contents that hide the real spells, and only those who have the belief in evil gods or know the knowledge of spells can extract what they want from them in their own way.

So is the resulting forbidden spell more effective and powerful than the one used by ordinary spellcasters? Evil spells do have powers that ordinary spellcasters have never imagined, and they can twist the inner logic of this world at will, crumpling all common sense and knowledge into a ball of waste paper and throwing it into a chaotic wastepaper basket. But this often comes with unimaginable costs and consequences, and these consequences are not always immediate. This unpredictability makes it impossible for seasoned spellcasters to be sure whether their magic is working.

Cheese is an experienced spellcaster who has been in contact with magic for almost as long as his life lasts. At the same time, he also has another layer of identity, an identity that most of the fellow disciples in the same gray robe don't know, and a forbidden identity, that is, the specialty he studied, the place where the evil gods came from, and outside the world. Continued research into this forbidden direction has yielded many gains, such as the fact that he can calmly converse with certain beings in the horror that would lead to madness at the mere glance of ordinary people, such as the fact that he is not affected by the paranormal insanity to a certain extent, such as the fact that he is almost invulnerable to the backlash of evil spells. However, none of this can change the essence of the evil gods' spells, that is, these spells are not driven by the magic of this world, and their function and occurrence depend entirely on the will of the beings mentioned in these spells. After all, the summoning spell is nothing more than a spell that asks the gods to descend, and whether the gods descend or not is still up to them.

"I don't know. Probably only Cheese himself knew the humiliation he felt when he said those four words. As a gray robe, it is not clear whether the spell he released has any effect or not, which is probably something that will be laughed at by everyone. Even though the Algorithm Operator knew the difference between evoking and other spells, his self-esteem did not allow him to explain his powerlessness to his companions.

Surprisingly, the cat goblin didn't make any more sarcasm about Cheese's words, and Kairas knew that the current situation was not the time to be mean to others, and he was more concerned about when the earthquake would stop than if the wizard's spell was working. No one knew what the end of the tremor would bring, and no one wanted to know.

"Look! Amaki!" Batuu's words attracted the attention of several people, who struggled to look ahead, the ancient and huge tree shaking with the earth's crust in the vibration, and the knots that dotted its trunk and branches seemed to loosen as a result, and some of the smaller knots began to fall from the Celestial Tree. This seems to be a good thing, because every fall of the knot gives the tree back to life. Gradually, all the shoots began to grow on the original dead wood-like heavenly tree. But when everyone was amazed, something even more terrible happened. In addition to the earthquake, a terrifying energy that can be felt by standing on the ground is rushing towards the surface from the bottom of the ground, like a precursor to a volcanic eruption, the whole earth groans in the shaking, and the vegetated soil cracks in the opposite direction, and the cracks make the originally flat land split into ravines.

Angry whispers echoed in vibrations, churning out from under every ravine, vicious and hateful, repeating a word, a word that could only be chilled if it did not understand the meaning. Cheese understood, just as he had learned the prairie language after the shaman had touched him, and although he had not learned the language of the whisper, he understood at once the meaning and destination of the words that were constantly repeated. The things that made these ravines are cursing their fate.

The mage knew the name, and he knew from Lothar's story what it was..."Rush!" "Kill, kill!" His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of roars coming from the cracks, and the language of these roars was unfamiliar to several people, especially Batuu, whose face visibly changed when he heard so many familiar battle cries.

"Earth, ghosts underground!" said Batu, who grew up hearing the legends of the spirits, and said subconsciously that the souls that were banished to the earth and could not become stars were the nightmares of the herdsmen.

As if to confirm his words, several figures sprang out of the crack perpendicular to the ground on horseback, dressed in death uniforms and weapons in their hands. And that's not all, more riders rushed out of the cracks to the surface, shouting and whistling in celebration of their return to the familiar steppe after countless years. With the landing of this army of the dead, the cracks in the roots of the Celestial Wood grew bigger and bigger, and finally, as those cracks turned into terrible rifts, and when the power from the earth came to the surface, the source of the earthquake revealed its true face in the sunlight!