What happened that night was so shocking that even now, when Orcus thinks about it, he thinks it was a dream.
However, the ruts left by the flesh-and-blood chariot on the lawn in the courtyard and the face marked by tentacles reminded Orkus that this was reality.
Afterward, Orcus discovered that the price paid for the flesh and blood chariot was very low.
This is unreasonable. Judging from the results obtained by him personally testing the combat effectiveness of the flesh and blood chariot, this is a complete killing machine. Every position on his body has combat methods for different situations.
The price paid for such a summon is actually lower than summoning the "Dragon Slayer" yourself?
The more powerful the summoned object is, the greater the cost is. This is the consensus of summoners.
Using this common sense to explain the rapid interruption of the contract and disappearance of the Flesh Chariot seems to make sense.
Powerful, low-cost summons often have some unexpected limitations, such as the summoning time limit.
After barely explaining the reason for terminating the contract, Orcus fell into confusion again. It was this problem that made Orcus continue to start new summoning experiments.
Eleven hundred years ago, the magician Hanlin Rodan raised the famous question about imaginary life. That is, if someone can imagine a thing that does not exist in this world, then what form will this thing come to?
In the next two hundred years, countless summoners who could not find a way out tried to solve this problem in various ways.
These two hundred years of chaos eventually led to Summoner becoming a disgusting existence for a long time.
There are endless jokes from various academic sects mocking summoners. In an era where even low-level magicians can laugh at high-level summoners on the street, countless summoners who are fighting for a breath have chosen to live in seclusion or change their schools.
Hanlin Rodan's daughter even started a dark era of hunting summoners. It wasn't until the situation got out of control that various mediation efforts allowed the summoner sect to breathe.
However, since then, in several surrounding continents centered on the Mera continent, the doctrine of summoning has completely withered.
Orkus once again glanced at the introduction to the school obtained from the Colai continent and written by scholars from the Mela continent.
Fantasy life is an unanswerable question raised by Hanlin Luodan of the Summoning School, and later scholars of various schools also debated it endlessly.
Regardless of whether there is a solution, magicians from many schools are very puzzled. Even if it is not something that does not exist in this world, summoning seems to be unable to accurately bring down the tangible things they describe.
All kinds of gods and monsters in literary works, those fleeting fragments of inspiration, the indescribable feeling that echoes in the mind with uneasiness in the dark night.
No matter what it is, depicting the form, giving descriptions, and summoning rituals often only give a body without fighting power.
The vaguer the description, the more practical the conjured thing is.
The rules for summoning objects are completely opposite to those obtained by summoning common objects in this world.
If we speculate based on the information left by these summoning schools, could someone create such a powerful flesh-and-blood chariot and make it look like a chariot?
Orcus's scalp was numb.
Recalling the unkind shape of the flesh and blood chariot, the person who built it...
Orcus paced back and forth in the study, extremely confused.
Reason told him that summoning a summoned object with such an evil shape again might have an unimaginable price to pay, but...
Orkus was at war with nature in his heart. He sat dejectedly on his chair and looked at the illuminating crystal on the table that emitted dim yellow light, with no focus in his eyes.
There was sweat on his forehead and he took out a handkerchief to wipe it several times, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
With a "pop" sound, Orkus stood up.
In order to strengthen his idea, he hurried to the courtyard.
As one of the Seven Staffs of Selel, his mansion and fiefdom are very large, and with the prestige of the Seven Staffs, no one will accidentally enter.
But for the sake of insurance, Orkus still honestly arranged a magic circle to isolate the inside and outside.
Like a child about to take the toy in the window into his hands, Orkus couldn't wait to start the summoning ceremony.
He easily drew the outline of the flesh and blood chariot, and filled in the description with the content summarized during the battle.
He could see clearly with his whitened left eye that the magic power in his body was flowing out continuously and flowing towards a certain point in the void, where the summoning ceremony was being completed.
Those veined magic powers are forming the body of the flesh and blood chariot.
Orkus raised his head with joy and waited for his "toy" to fall.
Just like a pharmacist cannot refuse a highly versatile medicine with no side effects... No, this metaphor is not accurate.
Summoners who can no longer see the future of the Summoning School can be as happy as children even if they get some relief.
No one can resist this new toy.
"Swift."
An unusual sound interrupted Orcus's dream.
The magic power that was forming the flesh and blood chariot collapsed one after another. Orkus, who was standing under the summoning ceremony, was washed away by these magic powers and involuntarily absorbed them all back.
At the same time, the summoning ceremony in the void disappeared after another dull sound.
Orcus stared blankly at the empty grass, then raised his head blankly.
"Why?"
Orkus thought that his summoning was wrong, and he quickly started the second summoning.
As a mature summoner, Orkus has been accustomed to the instability of summons, wrong goods, sudden failure of summons, abnormal fluctuations in the strength of summons, and many other messy accidents. He has seen it all too often.
Summoners and Apothecaries are both very tolerant of failure.
"Swift."
Orkus was shaken from side to side by the magic that burst out when the summoning ritual disappeared again.
"this…"
Orcus gritted his teeth: "Come again!"
"Swift."
"Swift."
After failing six or seven times in a row, Orkus calmed down. He gritted his teeth and was no longer carried away by his emotions.
The summoning ritual was formed again, and Orkus's white eyes saw the magic power intertwining in the void like blood vessels of the human body, inputting energy to a "source" that did not exist here.
Orcus watched intently.
Byakugan, who was injured in the explosion of the summoning experiment, can see the "source" of the summoning ritual that ordinary magicians cannot see.
It was a black hole that was constantly rotating and surrounded by a white halo.
The invisible magic power will be drawn into it.
Byakugan could feel a strange sense of distance. This inexplicable feeling made Orkus suspect that the black hole did not exist in front of him at all, but was just an existence similar to a projection.
The moment the summoning ritual disappeared, Orkus saw an incredible scene.
Those "vessels" that seemed to have veins and were transporting magic power broke from the source one after another, and all the magic power that had been swallowed in half was released from the "source" and returned.
Orcus trembled all over.
The next second, severe pain came from the left eye.
It was as if someone had pierced it with a sharp awl and rotated it hard.
Orcus fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, and blood continued to flow from the gaps between the fingers covering his left eye.
The trembling Orkus' brain was numb. He kept breathing, hoping to relieve the pain, but what he was waiting for was wave after wave of pain.
After more than half an hour of stinging pain, Orkus was sweating profusely, lying on the ground like a suffocating fish, panting feebly.
The pain gradually subsided, and Orkus, who was awake again, tried hard to open his left eye.
A bright red.
He was not completely blind, but could still see things.
Orcus wanted to go back to the house to do some treatment for his eyes, but he only took a few steps and returned again.
Orcus, who started the summoning ceremony again, did not summon a flesh and blood chariot, but chose to summon a very ordinary orc.
He watched the summoning ceremony with difficulty with his left eye, which gradually stopped bleeding.
"It's great, you can still see the traces."
Orcus laughed regardless of the severe pain caused by pulling his eyes.
He has tasted the side effects caused by failed summoning more than once, and this time it was just a little more painful.
But why do my eyes always suffer?
After dispelling the summons, Orkus returned to the mansion and quickly treated his eyes.
With his right eye that was still intact, Orcus kept rummaging through his summoning book.
Orkus found what he wanted in a book from the continent of Kolai.
Six hundred years ago, a certain summoner in the Kelai continent claimed that when he summoned, he could not get the summoned object several times in succession.
According to many summoner experiments, even if the summoning ritual does not give you the correct summoned object, it will still give you a summoned object similar to your description.
This is exchange.
You paid the price and he gave you the summons.
Therefore, the summoner who claimed that he kept summoning objects but got nothing was considered by other summoners to be out of position.
After experiencing the dark age of summoners opened by Hanlin Rodan's daughter, summoners know very well that they can easily attract the ridicule of those who have a strong sense of superiority in the magician community.
Therefore, at the end of the matter, the summoner left it alone and said that he had made a mistake in summoning.
However, this summoner from the Kelai Continent is not an isolated case.
Also six hundred years ago, during the disaster event of the Infected Spirit on the Mera Continent, when a summoner defended the city, he said that his summons could not come.
And there is more than one, there are five recorded ones.
Considering that the battlefield was divided into many places at that time, and no data was preserved in some occupied areas, Orkus always felt that this number was too small.
Since these summoners who reported the anomaly were all contaminated by the spirit of infection during the subsequent defense battle, the person who recorded this information reported the information to the leaders of the multi-racial coalition, and the final result they obtained was - the spirit of infection
It contaminates their thoughts and causes them to hallucinate.
These chronological records, coupled with Orcus's personal experience just now, made him more and more confused.
He felt like a giant thrown into a maze. He looked up at the towering walls and the ever-extending roads, and had no choice but to wander around in confusion.
If you make a mistake in summoning yourself, the summoning ritual should give you an incorrect version of the summoned object instead of giving nothing at all.
Several times in a row, what he described and depicted was a chariot of flesh and blood, and the summoning ceremony did indeed complete the response, but each time it was aborted at the last moment.
Those summoners back then should be like him, constantly trying to summon the same summoned object.
Maybe it’s because I don’t believe in evil, or maybe I discovered something keenly.
Orcus kept pacing and meditating, and the dull pain in his left eye did not interrupt his completely immersed thoughts.
My thoughts kept colliding in the maze, and I encountered towering barriers when I felt that I had touched the answer.
Orcus was so irritated that he wanted to shout.
He picked up a pen and wrote down his scattered thoughts on the paper to prevent them from disappearing like meteors across the sky.
"The summoning ritual was responded to."
"A response means the summoning ritual was successful."
"Successful but no summons..."
"I summoned a chariot of flesh and blood..."
Orkus frowned, and the hand holding the pen was shaking.
"I did summon the flesh and blood chariot, but I couldn't complete the contract?"
Orcus was shocked.
If this guess is true, then the flesh and blood chariot should be something that he cannot summon at all.
The summoning price you set is too low, so the Flesh Chariot cannot contract with you.
If he wanted to complete the summoning ritual, he would have to overpay and place an even greater price on it.
Then how did you summon a flesh and blood chariot for the first time?
This question also raised another question that made Orkus' scalp tingle.
If the Flesh Chariot can be contracted, but now it cannot be summoned... what is stopping it from coming?
God?
"Does the God of Summoning really exist?" Orcus's voice trembled, "If it really exists, why did the Summoning School wither away, and why are there so many unclear questions about Summoning?"
Orkus felt that his cognition had been greatly challenged.
No matter which question he has, he can't answer it right now.
He tremblingly took out a bottle of potion from under the desk. After carefully confirming the effect, he took out the measuring cup, poured out the dosage according to the dosage requirements, and then took a big sip.
This potent sedative is a must-have for some scholars as a way to fall asleep.
They who have been wandering around in classics all year round can easily get into trouble and be unable to get out, because they draw wrong conclusions and eventually drive themselves crazy in the entanglement.
As an experienced summoner, Orkus knows very well that once his mind is shaken at this time, his future thinking about these issues will be affected by this moment.
In order to explore the path of summons rationally, he must calm down now.
"Give me a comfortable dream...I really need to take a rest."
Muttering like this, Orkus dragged his tired body and rolled onto the bed.
After a while, he snored loudly.
Silence and tranquility descended on Orkus's mansion again, gently wrapping him up and lifting him up.