Kabala, male, 24 years old, a mid-level priest who believes in the God of Knowledge. He is not good at fighting. His specialty is writing leaflets and designing preaching lines.
He was originally a quite ordinary priest, a common support staff member in the Church of the God of Knowledge. But since Sui Xiong invented the magic of summoning the divine messenger, he was surprised to find out after taking part in the spell test that he seemed to be particularly lucky during the "big construction" period. On average, he could summon an elite divine messenger once every five times.
This kind of luck was so incredible that he soon got the title of "European Pretty Boy". This time the Church of the God of Knowledge was going to fight against the Church of the God of Nobles, so Ms. Gerten, the elector, specially brought him with her so that he didn’t have to do anything and just concentrate on summoning the divine envoys.
However... an average of five summonses does not mean that elite angels can be summoned every five times at any time.
Kabbalah has used all the means that can improve luck—including but not limited to spells, equipment, potions, etc.—but until now, it has summoned nine times, all of which are mass-produced envoys, an elite god. Even if there is none.
(My luck is a bit bad today... No, I should say that this kind of luck is normal. My usual luck is actually too good)
Kabala sighed secretly in his heart, and without stopping for a moment, he sorted the four resources into different categories and piled them on the altar.
Because we were going to fight a big battle this time, a lot of resources were used for each summon. Even if the divine envoys summoned were not elite ones, they were still relatively powerful among the mass-produced ones. Battle class and aircraft carrier class are everywhere.
(By the way, I have never understood what the so-called "battleship class", "aircraft carrier class", "light carrier class", "light cruiser class"... what do these mean?)
In the main plane, due to geographical and species reasons, the navigation industry is not developed, let alone a navy - oh, there is a navy, but people don't take boats, they swim directly in the sea...
For this reason, neither battleships nor cruisers, aircraft carriers or destroyers were developed. There are roughly two types of ships in this world, fishing ships and merchant ships.
However, among the divine messengers created by Sui Xiong, there is neither a fishing boat class nor a merchant ship class. They are also "fishing administration class".
By the way, there are only two Yuzheng-class ships, and their combat effectiveness is negligible. They are usually responsible for making jokes and logistics in the Kingdom of God...
The altar was once again filled with resources. Kabala went to the side and washed his hands and face with clean cold water, then wiped them clean with a specially prepared white towel, and then applied some white paint on his face and hands before walking back to the altar. .
These methods have all been summed up by the priests, and they may seem to be able to improve luck.
Speaking of which, there are indeed spells and equipment in this world that improve luck, but it seems that it does not help the effect of the "Dajian" summoning spell, and I don't know what kind of luck it looks at...
Taking a deep breath, Kabbalah calmed down and began to recite the incantation.
The mantra is not long and is finished in a short time. Then he activated the spell with a feeling of trepidation.
The four piles of resources quickly became transparent, then turned into countless light points and flew up, hovering in the air, and gradually disappeared. At this time, the altar began to glow.
According to the summarized rules, when you see the light, you will roughly know what level of divine envoy you have summoned.
The lowest level of light is white light, which is often seen when summoned using the minimum resources. In this case, the summoned divine envoy is very poor even among mass-produced divine envoys. Even for intermediate priests like Kabala, it cannot be of much help.
The slightly more advanced one is green light. Although the summoned divine messenger is mass-produced, it is at least slightly stronger than the one summoned by white light and can help a lot.
The more advanced level is blue light, which is the so-called "main level" level. The ones summoned by Kabbalah today are all of this level.
Further up is the golden light, which is the rare elite divine envoy. These types of angels may not be particularly powerful, but they all have excellent wisdom and can command large-scale angels to fight. With their leadership, even the mass-produced angels' combat effectiveness will be greatly improved.
However, the light this time seemed different from before.
It's neither white, nor green, nor blue, and certainly not gold.
It was a colorful cloud.
"What level is this?" Kabala watched with some confusion as the colorful light gradually dissipated. A girl wearing a long white dress with heavy lace, a small gold-red crown on her head, and a scepter inlaid with gems appeared in her hand. in front of him.
This girl's dress is quite bold and bold. It should be a very dignified dress, but the front part is completely omitted. Silk white stockings are pulled on a tight and close-fitting short vest with a black suspender, and the beautiful body is The curves are fully revealed. Except for the long skirt that was completely uncovered where it should be covered, the materials used on both tops and bottoms were quite economical, so that large areas of fair skin were exposed, shaking slightly with the breathing, which was almost criminally tempting. the point.
(This dress... feels like the singers in some entertainment venues in Void City...)
Kabala stared blankly, completely unaware that blood was flowing from his nose.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at him with a surprised but happy look.
"Although I really want to say, 'please see my heroic figure,' but from the look of you, it is true that you have already seen it."
Kabala was startled and subconsciously touched his face, so the white paint mixed with his nosebleeds, and suddenly he looked like a painted face in Peking Opera.
Only then did he come back to his senses, laughed twice, and hurriedly used magic to stop the bleeding.
"Um..." He hesitated and asked curiously, "What level of envoy are you?"
"Battleship-level fantasy-type divine envoy, Lion." The girl replied, and then added, "It's completely different from that fantasy-type shame!"
"Fantasy type shame? Who is that?"
"Please don't ask, I won't admit that kind of comedian..." The girl named "Lion" stopped halfway and turned to look at the divine power formation opposite.
"Is that our enemy?" she asked.
Kabala understood that this was something the other party was unwilling to mention about the divine envoy, so he wisely did not ask further questions and cooperated with her in changing the topic: "Yes, we are at war with the Church of the Noble God. This time we are calling you to help. In order to deal with the opponent’s legendary strongman.”
"How many are there?" asked the lion.
"Probably nine."
"Nine? Even I can't fight against nine legendary powerhouses at the same time..."
"So we still have helpers." Kabala pointed to the side with a smile, "We have summoned nine divine envoys. Although they are all mass-produced, with your command, it should be fine, right?"
Following the direction of his finger, the lion saw the nine mass-produced envoys lining up seriously, waiting for orders.