Well, let's be honest, the spell Frank casts isn't really an "Otherworldly Gate". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What is the concept of a true "Otherworldly Gate"?

It is one of the highest-ranking ninth-level spell spells in the current classical spell system, and has two effects, one is to create a cross-dimensional connection between the plane and the specified plane, for the caster to travel between planes in both directions, and the other is to forcibly summon a designated otherworldly creature to provide assistance to the caster, and even gods can be summoned if certain conditions are met.

Therefore, its power is unquestionable, therefore, its requirements for the caster are extremely strict, and therefore, it is not something that a mid-level mage can use with all his might!

So, what exactly is the spell that Frank casts? It is also called "Otherworldly Gate", but it also has its full name, called "Osma's Otherworldly Gate", as the name suggests, it is the masterpiece of Archmage Osma.

As an archmage, an archmage born with the attribute of scientific research of the Dead House, and an archmage born with the attribute of the scientific research of the Dead House, Osma often uses all kinds of spell spells to conduct all kinds of whimsical spell experiments, and "Osma's Gate of the Otherworld" is a product of such a background.

Compared to the original, the power of "Osma's Gate to the Otherworld" is undoubtedly much smaller: the function of the plane passage is omitted, only the interdimensional summoning is left, from a multi-functional universal spell to a single combat-oriented spell, and the actual utility of the reserved cross-dimensional summoning is also much weakened.

First, summoning is no longer fully directive. The original Atlas Gate allows the caster to designate certain exact known targets in an exact plane as summons, with precise direction. For example, if you want to summon a Balor from the Abyss, the Atlas Gate will do it for you.

This is not the case with Osma's Otherworldly Gate, which can only point to the exact plane, and can no longer lock on to the exact target. In other words, for the same purpose above, the "Osma's Otherworldly Gate" can only open the summoning circle to the bottomless abyss, and as for what exactly it will summon, it cannot be guaranteed.

In other words, the spell effect is extremely unstable, the upper limit is extremely high, and the lower limit is also terrifyingly low.

Secondly, the arcane contract contained in Osma's Atlas Gate is not mandatory or intimidating - this is a common disadvantage of most of the more powerful low-level summoning spells, and the targets summoned through this spell are not necessarily completely subject to the summoner's command, so it will take a while to control the mind after the summoning is completed.

Listing all the shortcomings, anyone with a discerning eye can see that compared with the real Otherworldly Gate, "Osma's Otherworldly Gate", this castrated version has a grade gap, and it is even worse than some mid-to-high-level classic summoning spells.

So, is this masterpiece of Master Osma really a useless failure?

Definitely. The castrated version also has the merits of the castration version - the big carving under the crotch has been cut for you, and the whole body weight has to be easily a few pounds and a few taels, isn't it?

That's the reason.

The original is powerful, but it's the top group of mages, and the elite of the elite can only cast it! Compared to it, the hard requirements of "Osma's Otherworldly Gate" are much friendlier - the spell level has been reduced from an unattainable 9 to a quasi-7, and a mid-level mage who has a slight glimpse of the high-level magic net path can also cast a fuzzy rank.

From that point of view alone, the meaning is already remarkable. It gives a mid-level mage the possibility to unleash the power of a top-notch spell - a leap forward from nothing, though it has a serious lack of stability that leaves the caster speechless.

For a mid-level mage, a lack of a few is nothing, and the mere fact that it has the power of the ultimate spell (though it is only possible) makes this castrated version always have a fatal appeal. After all, no one can guarantee that in the unpredictable journey of fate, at a critical moment, such an escape spell will suddenly erupt and save your life.

Frank is in the drowning mentality of a drowning man who wants to grab a random piece of wood to save himself. Especially at this moment, when all means have been proven to be ineffective, and there is still an unreliable "hole card" in hand, this situation can only try luck.

Regarding the application of this spell, Frank's original intention was to open the cross-dimensional passage to the depths of the bottomless abyss, hoping to summon a crazy and warlike Barlow Flame Demon, if not, the slightly inferior berserker demon, the decoy demon, and even the succubus, demon hunting spider, and three-headed dog with lower combat effectiveness can accept it, as long as it is not the lowest cowardly demon in the abyss.

It's just that the actual situation is shocking.

The frenzied and demonic red halo that lingered on the circle rose and fell, and it was obvious that the spell had come to an end. Through the thin red light, the figure of the summoned person was finally revealed. However, this figure was different from the shape of any kind of demon in Frank's impression, but he revealed a familiarity that made Frank's heart palpitate. Because, floating above the circle, it turned out to be ...... A human ?!!

What is the situation of a human!!?!!

Pain.

A pain that penetrates the soul.

It was as if every cell, every soul, every minute and every second was suffering the pain of Ling Chi's torture.

The memory of the moment ago is still a leap on the cliff, the frantic mountain wind whistling in my ears, the air flow is like a knife, and the face hurts, and the scene under the abyss seems to be in front of me in the blink of an eye.

Farewell to my loved ones, farewell to my friends, farewell to this world, I have come my love!

Then, suddenly, his eyes turned red, and the next moment he was in an endless darkness, and with it, boundless pain.

Is this what it's like to be in hell...... It's also good......

The man was "intoxicated", and time seemed to become eternal in this moment.

I don't know how long it took, the boundless pain faded, only the head was still aching, and all five senses were restored at the same time.

The nose is filled with the scent of fresh grass and earth. I barely opened my eyes, and my vision was blurry, and I could only vaguely feel through the dappled light and shadow that it was a bright sunny day. A series of clamor of noises flooded the eardrums in an instant, a continuous roar of wind and a few intermittent, strange roars. The cold air rubbed the unprepared skin roughly, and the bone-chilling chill made the body shiver involuntarily.

Before I had time to think about what was going on, a series of utterly incomprehensible sentences stabbed into my mind like a bayonet with an unstoppable force, and strangely enough, although I didn't know any syllables, the meaning of the sentence was reflected in my mind unmistakably.

It is to the effect: Relax, my dear, unload your guards, unarm, do not refuse, do not resist, obey the will of the contractor, and enjoy this fantastic summoning journey...

The soft words are sweet and seductive, making people feel as if they are in a wonderful gauze bed made of light gauze, and the negative emotions are melted and swallowed by the soft atmosphere, leaving only endless comfort, intoxication and enjoyment.

However, the man in the circle did not think so, he only saw an overwhelming net in the void, trying to devour himself whole, whether it was thinking, reason, emotion, or memory.

No~~!

The man hissed and roared, desperately resisting, and the only means was the martial arts he learned after the first crossing and rebirth - the traverser must have so many benefits. Regardless of the state of the body, as soon as the internal strength is mentioned, the whole body is run, and the next moment, several big characters filled with true qi gush out of the mouth majestically.

Don't think about it!

The sound is like thunder, and it is like a lion's roar, which is very consistent with the current situation of the trapped beast. I never thought that what I thought was just a means of resistance that I was trying to fight to the death had a particularly huge power. When the true qi began to drum up all over his body, the man was pleasantly surprised to find that his body had become round again, and all the restraints and "magic sounds" seemed to be dispelled in an instant.

When did my internal strength become so powerful?

The surprise only flashed for a moment, and the man refocused on the situation around him. The first thing to do when you regain your freedom is to immediately spin and roll, and after making sure that there are no follow-up attacks, you start to look around.

A chestnut-haired man in a strange costume was paralyzed on the ground not far away, with a few strands of blood at the corners of his mouth, but his lips were miserable and white, his face was dull and blue, and he looked like he had suffered serious internal injuries. Before he could take a closer look, a loud and strange noise from the other side attracted the man's attention.

Oh my God! What the hell is this?!

Huge bodies, strange structures, ugly shapes, everything is much beyond the imagination of a man.

Surprised, the only thing that lingered in the man's mind was a series of question marks.

The ancient stone worm doesn't care about other people's thoughts, it only knows that it needs to kill everything around it now, so it doesn't stop attacking indiscriminately.

With a flick of his tentacle, he swept the exhausted Vokal away, and the poor captain of the guard spewed out a large cloud of blood mist and passed out very simply. And the monster immediately rolled up its body, and Zhang Da's bloody kiss full of sharp blades, accompanied by the loud sound of slamming rocks, attacked the sudden arrival of the other world visitor with a ferocious posture as always.

The man's scalp tingled for a while, but it wasn't so frightening that he was overwhelmed. Lift your breath, luck, two backflips in succession, and then kick your feet to the ground, and the whole person swings backwards lightly but very quickly, and the monster's fierce attack is dodged in an extremely chic way.

The clothes are fluttering, like a fairy.

There may not be a unified standard for aesthetics, but the pure beauty contained in things can always resonate widely. Frank doesn't know this kind of very elegant Chinese adjective, and he can't accurately describe the intuitive feeling, but every movement of the visitor from the other world is undoubtedly with a different kind of magic and beauty in his eyes.

Moreover, the magic and beauty are only superficial, if you think about it carefully, you will find that what is even more surprising is that every movement and pace of the visitors from the other world is so precise and fast, and it can always "pass" every attack just right, and the seemingly brutal (in fact, really brutal) attack of the ancient stone worm has never even touched a corner of its clothes.

"What kind of monster did I—no, weirdos......?

A touch of sweetness suddenly welled up in his throat, choking Frank and coughing. Coughing up blood again, no doubt, this is the sequelae of the spell backlash. In his long apprenticeship as a mage, Frank has not suffered from backlash after failing to cast spells, but the symptoms of backlash have never been as severe as this one.

So severe that Frank even wondered if he would die.

There is always a reason for the failure of the spell, but Frank can't figure out the reason for the failure this time even if he wants to break his head...... However, he clearly remembered that in the whole process, every step and every move was correct! He dared to give 100 percent affirmation of this! You must know that in critical moments, people's potential is always greatly stimulated.

Perhaps, the fault is not with you?

The more Frank thought about it, the more he felt that this guess was very likely, the memory was so clear, and when he suppressed his thoughts, the circle suddenly collapsed without warning, and the restraint on the summoned person was completely released in an instant, and then there was a huge thunderous sound that seemed to explode in his ears, and he was seriously injured after the sound...

"What kind of monster I—What kind of monster did I?"

Difficulty to take out a bottle of healing potion from the bag, this thing can greatly stimulate the body's self-repair ability in a short period of time, it has a good effect on all levels of injuries, the actual effect is equivalent to a standard healing technique of a middle-level priest, it is a necessary product for emergency relief, of course, the price is not expensive, but Frank is not short of this money at all. After pouring it in three or two sips, the medicinal power quickly dissolved, but the body was only a little better, and it was not at all the beautiful feeling of the imaginary cure.

It's so badly hurt......

Barely bracing himself up, using his staff as he crutched, Frank staggered towards Vokal. Now the faithful captain of the guard must be rescued, or he will not survive. The short distance was stunned for a long time due to heavy injuries, and on the way, Frank did not forget to observe the situation on the field.

It's amazing......