Chapter 1122 1121 This Is a Waste Card

Chapter 1122 1121. This is a waste card

Extraordinary power brings not only positive effects, but also because the summoner went astray by attracting unknown evil beings, his spirit was polluted, his heart was dominated by crazy thoughts, and he committed numerous murders.

These summoners are called dark summoners by society and people. They are on the wanted lists of various countries and can be killed on the spot.

The attitudes of all countries towards the Dark Summoner are very consistent, that is, they must be executed without any chance of [life imprisonment] or [suspended death].

Because the birth of every dark summoner is accompanied by a large-scale blood sacrifice, they devour the spiritual power and souls of ordinary people to improve their own spiritual power.

The heart and spirit have broken away from the category of [human] and become [inhuman], and after trying the first sacrifice, no dark summoner is willing to slowly improve his mental power.

After tasting human spiritual power and soul at the same time, these people have regarded human beings as food.

Moreover, devouring human mental power and souls also makes the Dark Summoner's own thinking very easy to fall into madness.

Realizing that he had encountered a dark summoner at the gathering place, You Xing endured the severe pain and pressed down on the wound on his waist and abdomen. Ordinary knife wounds would not cause such pain. There was something different in the weapon that tried to cut him open just now. s things.

Then covering the wound as a cover, You Xing secretly pressed a certain device.

But the moment he pressed the button, the evil wind struck again, and the raindrops in the air stopped at this moment. Then You Xing felt a strong force that knocked him away.

You Xing's vision went dark, and then he seemed to have crashed into something. Before his body had time to send the pain message back to his brain, he had already fallen to the ground and rolled several times.

Using the rolling tendency to relieve the force, You Xing crouched down and looked around. The surrounding ground was filled with dark red lines. At the same time, everyone in the gathering place was tied up with their hands and hung in the air.

There is a line of blood dripping slowly from everyone's body. The strange thing is that this line of blood has not been diluted by the heavy rain. It just drips straight down and converges into a dark red.

There are two Dark Summoners, no, at least three.

The first two attacks came from different directions, and two dark summoners were not enough to make the gathering place fall silently.

You Xing endured the pain. The two unavoidable attacks just now caused him to suffer heavy injuries. If it weren't for his strong enough physique, and if it weren't for the fact that his body had been greatly strengthened after becoming a reserve summoner, the first attack alone would have It was enough to split You Xing in two.

In the pouring rain, he had already seen three figures approaching slowly.

"It's actually a reserve summoner, but it's a pity that there's only one card, so there's no way to hold the [Rite of Battle]."

"But it doesn't matter. A reserve summoner can provide much more spiritual power than three strong men."

[Rite of Battle], a ritual that can only be used by summoners, turns one's own mental power into a shield, and at the same time uses one's own cards in a turn-based manner to break through the opponent's mental shield to determine the winner. .

The intensity of [Battle Rite] depends directly on the summoner. Basically, a summoner with deep hatred will turn all his mental power into a shield when performing [Battle Rite]. Once the shield is penetrated, the spirit will be completely destroyed. .

The existence of [Battle Rite] directly affects the rules, and no summoner can violate them.

But if you want to hold the [Rite of Battle], there is a basic condition that the summoner must have a deck of about forty cards.

The existence of [Battle Rite] gives the summoner, no matter how weak, a chance to become an opponent against a strong one, although the winning rate is still slim.

In addition to [Battle Rite], the summoner also has another way of fighting, which is to summon the weapons sealed in the cards, supernatural powers, and even strong men to directly kill the opponent.

His hand touched the card in his pocket. It was the first card in his life, and it was also his last reliance.

Calling, loser!

Although the card surface was not completely clear and the card name was blurry, You Xing no longer had time to care so much.

However, when the card glowed slightly, a long knife slashed across You Xing's right hand, breaking his tendon and taking away the card at the same time.

"A trash card whose name has not yet been revealed, or the lowest level card like loser. Is this trash you rely on?"

A dark summoner wrapped in a black robe sneered, and the long knife in his hand kept making a soft sound, as if to echo the master's ridicule.

It failed, and there was actually a fourth Dark Summoner.

You Xing had already realized his final outcome. As a reserve summoner, and when his only cards were taken away, he no longer had any power to resist.

Turning around and running, praying to escape, and finally being killed by these dark summoners in a joke was the best ending for him.

but……

You Xing held his remaining left fist, which was his only weapon.

He can escape, and there is a certain possibility that he can escape, but behind him are everyone in the gathering place...

"Okay, don't waste time. The swordsman quickly kills this kid. The look in his eyes makes me feel bad."

Among the four dark summoners, a guy who seemed to be the leader spoke up. The swordsman holding a long sword directly flicked the card, and the card flew back to You Xing, piercing him deeply. inside the body.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and at the same time, the light of the sword struck like a full moon.

Unable to hide or dodge, You Xing understood one thing, that is, his death should be at this moment.

Facing the approach of death, even the clenched fists could not help but move away.

But just when You Xing was about to die...

A strange figure appeared here, "Little devil, why do you have to loosen your clenched fist?"

One hand, a hand covered by the dark aura, stretched out from nowhere, and its two fingers clamped the blade tightly like iron pliers.

At the same time, a dissatisfied question came, "Who did you just call [trash], [low-level], [trash]?"

As the words fell, all the black aura on the dark figure faded away, revealing a young face, wearing a rather gorgeous clerical uniform, looking like a professional priest.

Who is this?

This question has not yet been clearly formed in the swordsman's mind, and he no longer needs to think about this issue.

Mo Cheng's fist directly smashed the knife and the swordsman's head to pieces, so that he no longer needed to use his brain to think.

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