Chapter 12

His family knows his own affairs. Although he is still in his heyday, he can afford to be natural and unrestrained.

However, it will inevitably go downhill in another ten years, and it will be too late to find a way back at that time. So when he heard this news, he made up his mind to Jim watts, directly found an opportunity to introduce himself to him, showed his own means, and successfully won his trust.

In his opinion, he is an outstanding talent with real talent and learning. As long as he can change his face under the protection of the crown prince and take advantage of the opportunity to wash white, it is still appropriate to be a noble. After all, the royal family has no reason to refuse their refuge. It is no difficulty to wash white on their own territory with their ability.

The idea is very good and practical. I didn't think of anything superfluous.

But the problem is that the situation seems to have overturned!

The summoning ceremony made by the massive bleeding didn't move, which was fatal!!

He has never encountered the failure of magic.

"Isn't it written in the magic classics that the calling ceremony will almost never fail as long as it is carried out step by step?"

Just as he read the spell for the second time and began to think about how to fool the crown prince behind him, the magic array began to emit a faint red light, and an inexplicable sense of palpitation began to permeate the hearts of all nearby creatures, which was the instinctive response of creatures to higher-level predators.

Genes are reminding them that something extremely dangerous is coming out!

Animals with more sensitive senses than humans began to panic directly.

The sleeping beast woke up from fear and ran out of the cave without stopping. The birds chirped and flew away. Along the way, there was a drop of bird droppings from incontinence. Even the toads and insects that kept calling in the past were still.

"That's..."

After taking great efforts to appease his war horse, Baron Duke looked at the more and more intense brilliance in the magic array in the distance, felt an unprecedented sense of fear, and his hair stood up automatically.

The war horse he rode has been carefully cultivated since childhood. Even in the battlefield, he will never retreat in the face of swords. He can dare to fight back in the face of the killing of lions. But now he doesn't even see the other side's face. Unexpectedly, some feces and urine are incontinent and stand unstable, which almost made him stumble. This is something he never thought of.

The sound of falling and screaming still came from behind.

Looking back at the two hundred cavalry he brought behind him, only three or five men's horses could barely stand. Other people's horses would not stand up no matter how appeased the owner, or they would run away like crazy, with a posture of dragging people holding the reins.

Ignoring the chaos around him, crown prince Jim Woz was a little embarrassed by the chaos of his chariots at the beginning and almost fell to the ground off guard, but years of Knight training made him react immediately and quickly stabilize his body without any damage.

Strictly speaking, although he didn't carry a knight's sword to fight on the battlefield in real sense, he personally executed several prisoners at most, but his strength was the existence of the top three among all the Knights present.

Good blood.

For hundreds of years, the royal family only intermarried with the most powerful knights or the most beautiful and intelligent people. Under the optimization of dozens of generations, there are basically no examples of stupidity.

Coupled with the best martial arts teachers and the best practice resources, hard piles can make a strong person.

Under such conditions, if Jim Woz was not a crown prince, he would have to waste a lot of time on matters such as learning literature, management, etiquette and so on. His strength would be far stronger than now, far beyond the imagination of these people.

He glanced at Baron Duke, who looked ugly and was coming to report the riot damage to himself. After listening, Jim was neither angry nor unhappy. He nodded his head calmly, pointed to the magic array with more and more red light in the distance and asked him:

"What do you think this will be?"

Duke, who didn't understand what his immediate boss thought, thought about it and said, "I don't know. I've killed many demons myself, but none of them can only have this momentum..."

"I do know that similar scenes have been recorded in the ancient secret scriptures collected by the royal family. They call them abyss summoning, which is said to be specially used to summon demons."

"Devil!" Duke was shocked at Prince Jim's words, as if he had seen a ghost.

Although the concepts of demons and demons are often mixed together, from a more professional point of view, they represent two completely different lives. Any creature that can use magic can be called demons, while demons are completely different

According to the description of church scriptures, that kind of thing is born to destroy everything. Once it appears, it will lead to indiscriminate killing and destruction.

[malice is their nature, cruelty is their instinct. There is no possibility of compromise or coexistence. They are the enemies of all life, the spokesman of death and destruction. Killing is their favorite entertainment, and fear is their favorite food. They will burn everything in the world and destroy everything!]

Just thinking about the description, Duke shuddered. He couldn't imagine what kind of creature it was, but he knew it must not be something that would be very friendly to human beings, so there was a flicker of hesitation

Looking at Duke's changing complexion, Jim seemed to see something, shook his head and said, "put your mind away. It is recorded in the royal family's secret code. Once the magic array is lit, it means that the call has really begun, and the demons far away in other worlds responded to the call.

In this case, even killing the host of the ceremony cannot interrupt it, and because of the death of the host, no one can command the devil, which will completely lose control and cause greater trouble. "

After listening to Prince Jim's speech, Duke, who had secretly decided to disobey the order and must kill SART before the devil was summoned, was like a bleeding ball and had to give up his idea.

To tell the truth, if you know that SART's so-called calling powerful demons in different worlds means relying on demons, Jim Woz will never get involved in this kind of thing, because demons are unreliable and are too likely to get out of control.

However, he was not too nervous, because he knew that the arrival of the devil was temporary. SART's ability alone could not summon the devil permanently, and he could not summon any too powerful devil.

Several demon disasters in history were triggered by super strong people, who can destroy the Kingdom on their own. As far as he knows, the strong people at that level have not been born for more than 300 years, and the sacrifices needed to summon powerful demons are far from being satisfied by dozens of prisoners, So SART's ability alone does not have the ability to cause a catastrophe.

In Jim's opinion, who knows these things.

Although the current situation is not good, it is somewhat unexpected!

But there is no need to be alarmed. After all, a temporary demon is a good fighter as long as he doesn't get out of control.

And his idea soon regretted, he really underestimated, or should overestimate SART

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SART, who was chanting the spell for the second time, looked at the magic array and reacted. It was like beating chicken blood and read it more vigorously.

The cults on one side were more excited and read more frequently than Sartre when they witnessed this "miracle" with their own eyes!

It seemed that they heard their anxiety, excitement and expectation, and a flame suddenly flashed in the magic array!

It burned on the ground without burning anything, but gradually spread into a ring on the ground. When the ring was completely formed, a flame arch up to four meters appeared on it.

Sartre couldn't see what was opposite the arch. He could only vaguely detect that an extremely powerful existence was approaching here.

The next moment, with the flames in the square jumping up more than ten meters, a figure appeared outside the flame door.

The moment the other party appeared, an extremely strong smell of blood came out involuntarily. Compared with it, the smell of dozens of bodies in the square was like an air cleaner.

SART, Duke, Jim, and even the others present felt that their hearts stopped for a moment, which was an overwhelming sense of crisis.

Just for a moment, SART regretted his actions. He felt he shouldn't have come to the Principality of Marton.

When Olga came, SART found an extremely cruel thing.

That is, the summoned objects recorded in the monster and magic books are not a category at all, and the control ability they should have has no response.

This means that he has no ability to control the creatures in front of him

When Olga opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked at him, SART felt an unprecedented fear from the presence in front of him. He felt like a little white rabbit watched by a male lion. His heart began to beat wildly out of control, and even his brain seemed to be dominated by fear, Some don't work.

Although Olga is not the Buddha now, he is just a projection avatar and does not carry any power, as long as he doesn't do it, neither momentum nor pressure is different from the real body, and no ordinary human can bear it.

Ignoring the little insect in fear, Olga first looked around.

Well, no magician with tools, no priest who wants to throw his own holy water.

No insider!

Solemn call!!!

Then he felt something wrong and looked around with some doubts.

Besides some human beings who are not good at first sight, there are only some corpses around.

"Where's my sacrifice???"

"Can't it just be the pile of corpses on the ground?"

After excluding those who summoned him, Olga looked at the corpse and thought.

Although the sacrifice is not the main purpose, it is also a harvest. How can it disappear for no reason!

When he was called, he not only felt so much, but at least thousands of humans.

It's just the bodies of dozens of strong people, but the quality of these bodies is also worthy of calling him a [lower demon]?

Not even a soul in a special size?

With these things alone, you can barely summon demons that have just entered the [little devil] level, and they are still the kind of demons that don't mix well in [little devil]!

However, no matter how Olga looked at it, he did not see a sacrifice that matched his identity.

In his confusion, he thought of a possibility, a possibility of some surprise!

So he looked at the magic array under his feet and recognized the meaning of runes one by one, and the result was exactly as he expected.