Through reading the obscure books, Melina finally mastered the spells and rituals that summoned Sodrak.

The good news is that this ritual is a semi-solidified process of performing a directional calling, which can also be called a calling, by sacrificing all sorts of messy things.

Bad news, this ritual doesn't necessarily summon Sodrak.

This evil god seems to have quite a bit of experience being robbed by banshees, and has actually prepared a cognitive filter and ritual purification procedures in advance.

When the spell and ritual are activated.

Sodrak will 'see' the altar.

Then its divinity automatically processes the faith, and will quickly discern if it's a trap, if it's a deception or something. Only when it is safe to do so, will it descend to receive the offering and respond to the prayer with a certain chance.

There is a high probability that the sacrifice was received and the person who offered the sacrifice was killed.

That's why they're called evil gods.

Ugly to eat.

"Let's talk about it."

Melina brought back the information, and once again summoned the two brains she believed in the most, Croto and Dorothy, and by the way, called Lilian, with the number 00017, to be in charge of the manuscript work, and she was also half a wise congenite.

"A very cautious evil god, the means of sacrifice are almost comparable to that of a righteous god." Dorothy review.

Croto put his hands on his cheeks and pouted:

"And it has set up a detection net for the 'Melina factor' in advance. We want to go in person, and unless we brute force it, we won't be able to summon it. ”

Melina was also helpless about this.

While the Weeping Peninsula is getting better.

But after all, this place is a blessed land with beautiful mountains and rivers and outstanding people, and there are quite a lot of creatures like Esoteric cultists. The gloom of the Wailing Peninsula and the hostility of the villagers were probably due to the more than 100 different pagan beliefs in the area.

Those who worship the legend of the golden dragon can say that they are good people.

In this simple situation, there are already some esoteric cultists who have secretly greeted the evil gods, and even more, some banshees have completed a deal with Sodrak and used intelligence to cheat a sum of money...

Because the vast majority of banshees don't see evil gods as a very big threat.

As long as you follow the rules, as long as you don't go too far, the evil god is no different from the rat man...

Maybe many evil gods will be moved when they hear it?

Banshees are really the race that treats evil gods most equally, and it's out of Melina, a scum who wants to slaughter an evil god and use resources when he has a need...

However, at present, Melina has not yet broken through this defense, so she has to let the new future continue to corrupt the followers of this evil god, so that these believers will question its power and devote themselves to the new faith.

Wait a minute?

It sounds like...

A little upside down?

…

Garden Mansion, Meeting Rooms.

Sonia pulled out a quill and dipped it lightly in the liquid of an inkwell, then pulled out a piece of vintage parchment wrapped around high-tech white textured steel bars. She wrote on the paper in crimson and slightly sparkling fonts.

It's the blood of the devil.

After Sonia wrote a special text, the provider of her 'ink' was summoned to the seat directly opposite.

A fesdemon.

Also known as the Contract Demon, this evil demon of Hell is responsible for the paperwork of Hell and serves as a scribe, bureaucrat, and accountant, and is rarely seen outside of Hell in general. They tend to maintain a very 'tasteful' life. Rarely seen in front of non-contractors.

Merely...

Sonia obtained one by some means.

"It's you! You cunning liar, you mortal! ”

As soon as Fesdemon's appearance appeared, several rune locks made of goblin steel automatically popped up in the seat, holding it firmly in place.

Sonia put down the quill and laughed disdainfully:

"Kofi Ya Morris, don't call here if your skills are not as good as others."

“…”

The devil exhaled a little flame.

The golden bloodthirsty pupils stared at her, and then a surprised expression appeared on the devil's hideous face:

"You're already a full-fledged banshee?"

"The first generation of the complete body."

"You, how did you succeed? It shouldn't, it's not reasonable, and it's not..."

Sonia smiled gloomily:

"If everything develops according to your poor mental faculties and imagination, why am I sitting here and you sitting there? You're going to have to do a little more for me. ”

She lowered her head and scribbled a few short sentences on top of the paperwork.

[Contract work, go to Sodrrak as a spy.] 】

[Contract Clause A, whether intentionally or unintentionally revealing that he is a spy, then *** (the devil's real name) has the soul of Sonia (herself) who controls the contract]

[Contract clause B, whether subjective or objective passive sabotage, can not obtain results within 5 days, the penalty is as follows: Article A...]

Contracts were written, and dark yellow sweat oozed from the devil's skin:

"Stop! Stop! No matter how hard you say it, 5 days is too harsh..."

"3rd." Sonia knocked on the table, "I know all your little moves, if you can't do it, you will directly tell me that your failure to complete the task is my loss, etc., but you bought time as soon as you came up, hoping that the devil's contract would pull you back to the hell court, and then bribe the court devil to break my contract, right?" ”

The devil shook his head in annoyance.

Then it watched in horror as the woman approached it and bleed herself again.

"Sorry, there's not enough ink."

The devil felt a little dizzy.

There is such a thing in the world, not only did the devil deceive him in turn, but he also restrained it in turn, and now he uses his blood to make ink...

…

On the outskirts of Dunwich, a forest full of shadows.

Melina meditated as she watched the New Future, a soft isotope that was piercing deep into the shadows with six tails similar to octopus brachiopods, spreading corrosive factors.

The entrance to the shadow realm was pried open by her small hole, which she used to continuously infiltrate her influence.

Melina watched the process with boredom.

Suddenly, she let out a sigh of surprise.

New Future stuffed compressed biscuits in his mouth, chewed slowly and looked at it, and tilted his head:

"Did something happen?"

Without waiting for her to ask, Melina walked over and sat down beside her with a thud, her palm resting on the back of her hand.

Factor in transit.

She saw a virtual panel that Melina could see, with a message box on it.

Sonia sent her a message:

[Sister, I have sent a very capable spy to investigate the special sacrificial ritual of Sona's lair, pay attention, my spy is not only a spy, but even a capable assassin, Hamlet's first magic spear! 】

The new future scratched its head:

"She's funny?"

The corners of Melina's mouth twitched:

"I'm pretty sure she's just being funny."

(End of chapter)