The vines of the Sharptooth Flower swept across the ground, leaving several ravines of varying depths.
The bloody mouth that should have been secreting corrosive mucus was replaced by a huge dragon head.
The dragon's head was slightly raised, and the dragon's breath was sprayed angrily at the turtle-shaped monster that was still bound by the chain.
Under the high temperature, the place where the monster was was scorched black, and the turtle shell also cracked under the heat.
In the Colosseum-like venue, several magicians quickly entered the scene to confirm that the monster was dead.
"Do you want to continue testing?"
The person in question was observing something next to the deformed thing that was neither a sharp-toothed flower nor a dragon.
The dark-brown-haired magician slowly turned around, with a look of sadness and a bit of melancholy on his face.
"That's it for this one."
The magician who assisted the test took out the report and started recording.
In the application purpose column, he filled in "summon power test".
When filling in the applicant column, his hands paused and he raised his head.
"In whose name is this temporary test being declared?"
Although he has helped declare many times, he does not intend to skip this boring routine process.
The tawny-haired magician was very cooperative and said, "Same as before, remember me."
The name "Orcus" appears on the report.
In the column of assistant, he quickly wrote "Randy".
Randy handed the report to an apprentice beside him and walked to Orkus, who was concentrating on observing his summons.
"With all due respect, although he can kill a fifth-level monster with extremely strong defensive capabilities, he is still not an excellent summoner."
"You are a sixth-level magician. With careful arrangements, it should not be difficult to kill a fifth-level magician. This deformed summon is just unnecessary."
The head of the giant dragon is spliced together with the body of the sharp-tooth flower, and it can use both dragon breath and poison attacks at the same time. It can indeed hit a wide range of areas on the battlefield.
But, freaks are freaks.
This spliced monster moved slowly because it used the body of the Sharptooth Flower. By the time he used the vines to inject poison and the dragon's breath reached the attack distance, the opponent's magic would have already been launched.
The weird shape does not make him gain more power, but can only scare the timid and cowardly.
Orcus pondered for a while, and after clarifying what he wanted to say, he spoke slowly.
"I'm just experimenting..."
"Excuse me." Randy knew what he was doing was impolite, but he couldn't help but remind him, "His Majesty the Emperor is already mobilizing, and the whole country of Serel is ready for war."
"The dragons have rarely communicated with the elves. They are so proud that they rarely stoop down to communicate with other races."
"The demon foxes who hated the orcs adopted the heavy velvet."
"Orkus, the war is about to begin." Randy advised earnestly, "The dragons will be our formidable enemies. Your focus should be on the heroic summoned creature 'Slaying the Dragon' that you have already summoned and is relatively stable. rather than continuing your experiments day after day."
"I know what I said doesn't sound good, but please understand that as the seven strongest sixth-level magicians in Selel, we have the responsibility to expand our territory. If your summons can only kill some ordinary Soldier, there is no need to study it now, we can do it."
"Please focus on the 'Dragon Slayer'."
Orkus paid the price and sent the summoned aberration away.
He stood up straight, and the bangs covering his left eye were blown by the breeze, revealing his somewhat white pupils.
"I try my best."
The perfunctory tone made Randy, who was also a sixth-level magician and was younger, "tsk".
Randy took off his white gloves and threw them to the apprentice aside.
"In that case, I won't say anything more. Please feel free to do it."
Watching Randy leave, the surrounding magician apprentices looked at each other.
Orcus didn't pay much attention, but after sighing, he loudly announced that this was the end for today.
After leaving the Colosseum and passing through a rest area, Orkus heard Randy complaining to Gilbatos, another sixth-level magician.
"White Eyes are White Eyes. After His Majesty gave him permission, he tested it in the Colosseum for a whole day and used nearly ten monsters." Randy said, "He has a headache. It turns out that the rumors are true. He can kill the Duke." A woman who is so angry with her own daughter that she leaves home is indeed a freak."
"You are also one of the Seven Wands, and you were canonized by His Majesty with him. It's better not to comment like that."
Orkus left quickly, not listening to Gilbatos's words in full, in order to get some comfort.
There were no servants in Orkus's mansion. When he returned home, the big mansion was silent, and under the dark night, there was no life at all.
Some bread, a bowl of broth, some fresh vegetables, and an apple, this is Orcus's dinner.
Even while enjoying dinner, the sadness on his face did not ease at all. It was like a frozen portrait, floating slightly with the chewing movement.
After filling his stomach, Orkus returned to the room and confirmed that the house's defense circle was open.
After blocking out the sounds in the basement, he walked down step by step.
The basement had long been transformed into a study by Orkus. He walked to the desk, opened a notebook stacked on top, turned to a blank page, and began to record the contents of today's experiment in the Colosseum.
Orcus has nearly a hundred such pamphlets.
Summoning is not a genre worth getting into. Ever since he started learning magic, someone has warned him that the summoning genre has many flaws.
Unable to pin summons.
The duration of the summons is unstable.
There is volatility in summoning rituals.
This also causes the summoner's combat effectiveness to fluctuate dramatically.
Most magicians would choose to take a detour after hearing such warnings from their seniors, but young Orkus embarked on this path with questions in his mind.
Why can't I pin the summon?
Why is there so much volatility in summoning rituals?
With the idea of solving these problems, Orkus became a summoner.
This is a difficult path, because Orcus's desire to understand these is tantamount to finding the logic and principles of summoning.
Day after day, year after year, he kept calling, and kept accumulating data. With the powerful country of Selel on his back, Orkus accumulated a large amount of data for reference for screening and comparison.
While he learned more and more about summoning, he also paid the price of his family and his eyes.
During an ordinary summoning ceremony, the summoning ceremony suddenly changed, and the violent magic exploded in front of Orkus.
The explosion did not kill Orkus, but it turned his left eyeball white and his vision decreased sharply.
In this explosion, his wife was also deeply disappointed with him for not caring about his family. She separated with her daughter and never came back.
But this explosion is a good thing for Orkus.
The left eye, which was damaged in the explosion, could see traces of the flow of magic power during the summoning ceremony.
He could see the entire process of the magic being absorbed and gathered in the summoning ritual, and he could also see the process of the magic distorting the space when the summoned object came through the contract after the magic disappeared.
Orkus did not tell others about this, because of this strange ability, he became more and more confused about the summons.
He found that no matter how accurately he controlled the various necessary conditions for summoning, the summoned object still could not be summoned in a fixed manner, but would fluctuate from time to time, causing the goods to be wrong.
Even if the accuracy of each item is infinitely close, this problem still exists.
Secondly, there are two types of summons: conscious and unconscious. However, in most cases, the summoner can only summon unconscious summons.
However, looking at the summoning books from several nearby continents, we can see that many summoners who have been studying summoning for a long time have encountered conscious summons coming.
The arrival of these summons often directly lures them into overpaying.
No matter how I communicate with these summons, I can't get an answer.
Too many questions and too many confusions have caused the School of Summoning to make no progress for nearly a thousand years and gradually wither.
There are no books that Orkus can read that are older than a thousand years. This is proof that the summoning school is about to die.
His wife once yelled at him angrily during an argument.
"Summoning is dead. It's a genre that no one is willing to study anymore and is standing still. Is it worth it for you to spend all day and forget food and sleep studying it?"
Orkus stroked several stacks of notebooks at the same height as the desk, looking at the wealth that had been accumulated since twenty-four years ago. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he were stroking a newborn daughter.
Orkus really didn't know what it was worth.
Like other magicians, there are many schools to choose from, magic is introduced at an alarming rate, and then you become the best among them. This process can prove that all the efforts are worth it?
He loved her, but the two seemed to have quite a disagreement about what was worthwhile.
Unfortunately, Orcus has no intention of giving up his pursuit.
He is already forty-three years old. He learned the summoning at the age of nineteen and spent twenty-four spring and autumn years.
Orkus wanted answers to many questions.
And recently there has been one more such problem.
The reason is that a few days ago, a drunk painter passed by a butcher's shop and watched the boss deboning and cutting meat. He was so dizzy that he giggled and wandered home.
The artist, who was so drunk that he was dizzy and almost unconscious, picked up his brush and finished a painting before completely passing out.
The mutilated limbs of various animals are spliced together in strange ways.
This work, made with bright colors, is full of madness and distortion, and a sense of disharmony comes to the fore.
After seeing the portrait, a strange feeling lingered in Orcus' mind.
"Go ahead and try to summon it."
It's like a voice, but if you think about it carefully, it's like a reflection of your innermost being.
Such sounds continued to echo, constantly stirring Orkus's heart.
It is not an uncommon operation to fill things from literary creations into summoning rituals for summoning. It is said that someone has done this in the Mera continent. However, the things obtained in the end are often of little practicality, and being crushed by regular summons is also A common thing.
In order to appease the echo in his heart, Orcus made a summons in his courtyard one night.
He followed his heart, let his thoughts fly, and completed the description and description.
Orkus thought what he was about to see was an incomprehensible mass of suture monsters assembled entirely from missing limbs.
However…
The metal drill came into view. When Orkus took two steps back and took in the entire summoned object, he froze.
Is this a car?
No, whether it can be called a car needs to be carefully considered.
A car body made of flesh and blood.
The wheels are giant skulls.
Densely packed tentacles were flapping on both sides of the carriage.
The bearing connection locations of the car are eyeballs.
Under the car, countless pale hands stretched out and gently touched Orkus' feet.
Orkus took two steps forward in shock. In the center of the disk connected to a pillar inside the carriage was a huge eyeball.
He saw Orkus looking at him, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he seemed to be smiling...
Orkus's eyes continued to move and he saw the bulging "volcano" in the middle of the car that could erupt at any time.
The sarcoma beat rhythmically, seeming to align with Orcus's heartbeat.
Orkus felt like he was dreaming, but the magic flowing around him made everything feel so real.
He knew that the summoning ritual might be biased, and the description of the summoning was basically for reference only, but...
"What on earth are you..."
A word came to Orkus' mind. He was stunned for a moment, and then murmured involuntarily.
"Chariot of flesh and blood?"
The flesh-and-blood chariot whose name was called began to move, and the tentacles that were frozen in mid-air waved in unison, seeming to say hello to Orkus.
The pale hand under the car retracted, and when it stretched out again, it was already bloody, scrambling to leave bloody handprints on the ground.
The steering wheel in the car was spinning wildly.
The drill bit rotated rapidly, causing a gust of wind.
The sharp and piercing screams made Orkus' scalp numb as he stood beside him.
He didn't even give an order, the flesh and blood chariot started running around happily, looking so energetic...
Determined to find out, Orcus decided to test the combat effectiveness of the flesh and blood chariot.
As a sixth-level magician, he has his own background. He should be able to deal with a summoned object that looks fancy but a little scary.
A minute later, Orkus, who had two whip marks on his face and a bunch of bloody handprints on his body, stopped his suicide journey with lingering fear.
The big eyes on the steering wheel of the flesh and blood chariot blinked in confusion. Orkus understood the confusion.
There shouldn't be any summoner who would let summoned objects attack him. He has set a precedent.
"So strong..."
"But how did I summon such a powerful summon?"
"That painting has nothing to do with the Flesh Chariot, right?"
Orkus quickly took advantage of the fact that the flesh-and-blood chariot hadn't disappeared yet and recorded its various features in detail.
However, when he was halfway through, the figure of the flesh and blood chariot began to blur.
Before Orkus had time to think about what happened, the flesh and blood chariot forcibly broke the contract and disappeared.
"What's happening here?"
