The Last Apostle

Chapter 1: call? called?

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In the scorching summer, the cicadas were screaming hoarsely on the trees outside. Although the cold wind in the air conditioner was blowing, and the teacher was speaking enthusiastically on the podium, the students below were inevitably polarized .

Some people supported their chins with their hands, kept yawning and blinking their eyes, forcefully expelling the uncontrollable drowsiness, while others simply lay down on the table, gave up resistance and let out a slight snoring sound, but for Du Yuqi However, it is completely independent of the two.

He is a third-year student at the National Western University School of Medicine. He looks very depressed. There are very clear red scars on his face and neck, and even his hair has been burned by flames. There was an obvious smell of potion on his body. It looked as if it had been in a serious car accident not long ago.

I don't know why, but Du Yuqi's expression looks a little unlovable at this time, as if she has just been issued a good friend card by a girl. At this time, he seemed to be listlessly listening to the lecture, but in fact, the focus of his eyes had already focused on the table in front of him at a distance of 30 centimeters.

In fact, even leaning against the yawning classmate sitting next to him, he thought that there was nothing there except a book of "Anatomy", and even if he touched it with his hands, he would definitely not be able to touch anything else.

However, for Du Yuqi, there is a very strange small object there, which looks full of prehistoric, weird, and mysterious aura, quite similar to the legendary altar!

The appearance of this altar is very strange, it is only about the size of a washbasin, and its shape is the shape of a monster's claw protruding from the void, protruding towards the sky. Lightning lingers around, constantly arising and extinguishing.

This claw has only three toes, and the jet-black sharp claws stretch out very long, and there is a thick layer of dark green dense scales on the surface. After looking at it, there is a primitive and wild feeling in my heart. In the center of the upward paw, there is a strange symbol, this symbol seems to be like a word, and it seems like a mark, which makes people feel solemn and awe-inspiring when they look at it.

Every time this altar appears, it will resonate strangely with a mysterious red scar on Du Yuqi's chest. It is estimated that this is why Du Yuqi can see and touch this thing, while others completely ignore it as air .

Suddenly, the claw-shaped altar made a clenched fist slowly, and a light shone from the gap between its clenched fists, and finally materialized into a few black things, and there was a piece of information that was naturally Emerged from the depths of Du Yuqi's mind:

"Fei Ye, a member of the Taracuda regiment, sacrificed five pieces of hard-baked black bread, hoping that a creature could accompany her in a short ordinary battle. Contract type: slave."

"Are you going to answer this call?"

With the appearance of this information, the claw-shaped altar in front of Du Yuqi reopened and returned to its previous shape. In his palm, five pieces of hard-baked black bread appeared. This thing is not so much bread as it is It's more like a brick. It looks dry and has no appetite. It is estimated that the teeth will be removed first with a bite.

After about a minute or so, the five pieces of hard-baked black bread gradually disappeared, as if they had evaporated into the air, and a piece of information appeared again:

"Little Crick of the Hedel family responded to the call of Fei Ye, a member of the Tarakuta regiment, and the contract between the two parties was successfully established."

After about ten seconds, the claw-shaped altar was clenched again, and then opened, and an old badge that looked a little tattered appeared in the palm.

"Swirling Demon Club Summoner: Li Lan sacrificed a seal of the magician Lynn, hoping that some creatures would respond to her call. Contract type: Equality."

"Are you going to answer this call?"

Du Yuqi rolled his eyes, and looked at the seal blankly. Although it looked tattered, it had a bit of historical background. At first glance, it looked like an old antique, and it was estimated to be worth a few dollars, at least compared to what Black bread is much better.

However, after a full 120 seconds, there was no response, so the badge disappeared directly.

"No summoned creature is interested in this sacrifice. This summoning failed, and the mana value of the summoned apprentice is reduced..."

Then another thing appeared on the altar:

"Pant, the priest of GBL, sacrificed one of the horns of the Minotaur."

"It's stormy outside, and the meat of the Frost Tiger is being stewed on the fireplace, but there is no firewood at this time. I hope to have some kind of fire element to squat under the stove for an hour. Thank you very much."

"Pant designated to summon a fire elemental to assist in cooking, and asked for a docile personality that could endure loneliness."

"The nascent fire element (immortal) of the Yadeyan family answered the call."

"..."

Immediately afterwards, the altar repeatedly clenched and opened again, and amidst the shining light, a stick with a unique shape appeared, and beside it was a crystal that looked crystal clear, as if made of red agate.

"Elder of Natural Will: Heimos sacrificed a small red crystal block, a black bamboo oriental stick (crystal electric high-energy version), and designated to summon a green goblin warrior. The following core abilities: continuous throwing, ice bombing. Contract type: slave."

"There are more than ten young goblins who are eligible to respond to the call, so the five most powerful are selected for the summoner Hemos to choose by himself."

Seeing the crystal clear, small red crystal block made of red agate, Du Yuqi was immediately reminded of painful memories. He inserted his hands and fingers into his hair, leaned his forehead tightly on the desk, and put his whole body up and down. They were all trembling slightly, and said in a moaning voice for a long time:

"My God, this is never over! Can you let me go?"

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