"Calling....Calling...."
Lin Sheng spent the whole morning studying the basic principles of summoning other worlds, whether he was in school or going to the bathroom.
The only thing he was lucky about was that the principle of this aspect was clearly recorded in the book in the dream.
After class in the morning, he decisively asked Shen Yan to ask for leave in the afternoon.
He slipped out to collect the second batch of summoning materials.
There is still a surplus of gold and silver powder, and the other materials also know the channel and location. The collection of materials this time is much faster than Lin Sheng imagined.
At night, he had already prepared the materials for the second summoning ceremony.
After school in the afternoon, he didn't go home. Instead, he went to the Iron Fist meeting, communicated with Saru, and learned about the current progress.
He returned to the abandoned warehouse where the ceremony was held before.
It was dark in the warehouse. In the afternoon, there was no sunlight, and the sky was covered with dark gray ladder clouds, and the crescent moon was covered by the clouds and could not come out.
Lin Sheng changed to a cloth mat this time as the foundation of the ceremony. He places the mat where the previous ceremony was.
Then mix the various materials one by one and put them aside.
Finally, facing the notebook, I started to draw the array on the cloth pad.
A hole is dug in the middle of the cloth pad, and it is still a washable raincoat cloth, which can be washed quickly by throwing it in the water and rinsing it.
After drawing for 20 minutes, I checked the array three times to make sure there were no mistakes or omissions.
Lin Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, took the prepared paste jar in his hand, hung it above the array, and turned it upside down in different positions one by one.
"The last thing is to boil the water."
He took out a new pan from the side, put it on the shelf, piled up firewood, poured oil, and lit the fire as usual.
Pour water and various seasonings into the pot, Lin Sheng felt like he was cooking soup.
The fire slowly grew stronger.
The water in the pan was also gradually bubbling.
Lin Sheng reached for the butter lamp and took out the lighter.
Snapped.
He ignited slowly with a homemade wick made of cotton thread.
everything's ready.
Lin Sheng straightened his back, and took out a small cardboard with the gray print of the shelter drawn on it from his backpack.
He cut the cardboard from his father's cardboard box, and the first three characters of sauerkraut instant noodles were printed on the back.
Fold the small cardboard together and hold it in the palm of your hand. This can prolong the ceremony time, which is the usage of the gray seal recorded in the information he just obtained.
Lin Sheng began to chant the initiation words of the ceremony in a low voice, and the chaotic and irregular initiation words slowly floated above the array, causing faint ripples.
White smoke slowly floated from the butter lamp on the side, and the white smoke flew into the pan and merged into the ripples.
Hiss... .
A large piece of beef-flavored water mist evaporated from the pan, and instantly flew around Lin Sheng.
He slowly closed his eyes.
In the pitch-black field of vision, a group of red light balls slowly lit up, followed by a second group of smaller turquoise light balls. And then it's gone.
Lin Sheng waited for a while and was sure there were only two of them, feeling a little helpless.
Not for anything else, just because these two balls are much smaller than the size of the Holy Shield of Brutality.
"Last time I summoned, the light ball of the Holy Shield of Cruelty was the size of a football. This time, both of them are only the size of an egg, not... one is the size of a quail egg...."
Lin Sheng wanted to summon another Holy Shield of Cruelty, or Gray Angel.
Unfortunately, the reality is cruel. Only these two balls of light appeared in front of him.
"According to the records in the Spiritual Formation Book, it should be that after I took on a brutal holy shield, the remaining free souls are not strong enough, so I can only afford these two small ones."
Lin Sheng is no longer a novice who knows nothing, he knows a little bit.
Now that we have reached this point, wouldn't it be a waste of materials not to summon
He collected himself, and his consciousness resolutely touched the egg-sized red light ball.
puff
In an instant, a red light flooded his entire consciousness.
Lin Sheng's spirit was stunned by the sudden red light, and he calmed down after more than ten seconds.
He was standing in a silver-gray hall, with the center of the hall in front of him. Kneeling there was a strong man in black with a long sword on his back.
The man held his head up, letting a white-haired old man wrap a white bandage around his head.
"Abandon the light to embrace the darkness." The old man said in a deep voice.
"I understand, mentor. For hope." The kneeling man said in a low voice.
"For hope."
The old man put on a bandage for the last time, covering the man's eyes.
Finally, he stretched out his index finger and drew a symbol on the man's forehead.
The red light came on again, flooding Lin Sheng's vision.
All screens disappear.
After a few seconds, the red light faded.
In Lin Sheng's vision, slowly floated an old opponent he was very familiar with.
A rotting swordsman with a bandage on his head.
"I just knew..." Lin Sheng felt helpless.
The combat power of the Rotten Swordsman is actually not weak, but after all, it is not as good as the Brutal Holy Shield and Gray Angel, and the gap is huge.
When he was still weak, he could kill dozens of people one-on-one, not to mention now, one-on-one is easy.
"Forget it, forget it, remember next time, accumulate more soul power, and then summon. Otherwise, you can't afford stronger summons."
He now roughly understood the principle of this summoning.
The priority of summoning is to choose the alien creature closest to him.
The so-called closest relationship, what other summons can be compared to the dream monster whose soul has been absorbed by him
So as a result, he summoned these guys from the dream.
"But it's good. In this way, I can grasp the strength and ability of the summoned object. It is very convenient to use."
Putting aside his disappointment, Lin Sheng carefully observed the Rotten Swordsman.
Like the same kind he killed in the dream, this rotten swordsman had a bandage on his head, a strong figure, and a crossed sword on his back.
"There is no disability on the body, and there is no skin disease such as pustule. It seems that this should be the true form of the rotten swordsman. Most of the ones I met before were almost useless."
Lin Sheng understood.
Then he noticed that under the rotten swordsman's body, there was a small number floating: 2.
"Might it be that this represents..."
Lin Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened his eyes.
On the ritual array in front of him, there are two strong rotten swordsmen in black clothes standing at this moment.
Both of them covered their heads, carried swords on their backs, and had a vigorous and strong figure. Even the details of many places were exactly the same.
This is because they are the bodies reconstructed by temporarily combining materials and mysterious power in the summoning ritual force field.
The body constructed according to a template is naturally the same. It's like assembly line production.
"It's not bad to come out two at once." Lin Sheng was a little satisfied.
"And then there's the duplication of basic fighting instincts."
Lin Sheng was not passive this time. He carefully followed the method on the spirit seance circle, and first selected the strongest rotten swordsman he had come into contact with from his memory.
Among all the rotten swordsmen, the strongest one he has fought against is naturally the elite rotten swordsman in Black Feather City.
That guy was able to force him back a hundred meters in one breath.