Chapter 1121 This is a useless card
Supernatural powers bring not only positive effects. Some summoners go astray because they attract unknown evil beings, their spirits are polluted, and their hearts are dominated by crazy thoughts, thus committing 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.
All countries have a very consistent attitude towards the Dark Summoner, which is immediate execution, without any chance of [life imprisonment] or [suspended death sentence].
Because the birth of every dark summoner is accompanied by a large-scale blood sacrifice. They devour the mental power and souls of ordinary people to improve their own mental power.
The heart and spirit have left the realm of "human" and become "non-human". After the first attempt at sacrifice, no dark summoner is willing to slowly improve mental strength.
After tasting the human spirit and soul, these people have begun to treat humans as food.
Moreover, it devours human mental strength and soul, making it very easy for the Dark Summoner's own mind to fall into frenzy.
Realizing that they had encountered a dark summoner at the gathering place, You Xing endured the severe pain and pressed the wounds 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 just now.
Then, covering the wound as a cover, You Xing secretly pressed a certain device.
But at the moment he pressed it, a strong wind came again, and the raindrops in the sky stopped at this moment. Then You Xing felt a huge force that knocked him away.
You Xing felt a black screen before his eyes, and then it was as if he had smashed something. Before his body could send the pain message back to his brain, he had already fallen to the ground and rolled several times.
Using the rolling trend to release the force, You Xing half-knelt and looked around. The ground around him was filled with dark red lines. At the same time, everyone in the gathering place had their hands tied and hung in the air.
There was a line of blood dripping slowly from everyone's body. The strange thing was that this line of blood was not diluted by the heavy rain. It just dripped straight down and gathered into a dark red.
There are two dark summoners, no, at least three.
The first two attacks were launched from different directions, but two dark summoners were not enough to bring about the silent fall of the gathering place.
You Xing endured the pain. The two unavoidable attacks just now had dealt him heavy damage. If it weren't for his strong physique, 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 been enough to split You Xing in two.
In the heavy rain, he saw three figures slowly approaching.
"It's actually a reserve summoner. Unfortunately, there's only one card. We can't perform the [Battle Ceremony]."
"But it doesn't matter. A reserve summoner can provide much more spiritual power than three strong men."
[Battle Ceremony] is a ritual that only summoners can use. It transforms one's own mental power into a shield, and at the same time uses one's own cards in a turn-based manner to penetrate the opponent's mental shield to determine the winner.
The intensity of [Battle Ceremony] depends directly on the summoner. Basically, summoners with deep hatred will transform all their mental power into a shield when holding the [Battle Ceremony]. Once the shield is penetrated, the spirit will be completely destroyed.
The existence of [Battle Ceremony] directly applies to the rules, and no summoner can violate them.
However, if you want to hold the [Battle Ceremony], there is a basic condition that the summoner must have a deck of about forty cards.
The existence of [Battle Ceremony] allows even the weakest summoner to have the opportunity to rival a stronger one, although the chances of winning are still slim.
In addition to the [Battle Ceremony], the Summoner has another way to fight, which is to summon weapons sealed in cards, supernatural powers, or even strong people to directly kill the opponent.
His hand touched the card in his pocket. It was the first card in his life and also his last reliance.
Calling, loser!
Although the card surface was not yet completely clear and the card name was blurry, You Xing no longer had time to care about so many things.
However, when the card emitted a faint light, a long knife slashed across You Xing's right hand, cutting his tendons and taking away the card at the same time.
"A useless card whose name has not yet been revealed, and a lowest-level card like a loser. Is this the kind of trash you can rely on?"
A dark summoner wrapped in a black robe sneered, and the long sword in his hand kept making soft sounds, as if echoing his master's ridicule.
Failed, there is actually a fourth dark summoner.
You Xing has already realized his final fate. As a reserve summoner, when his only card was taken away, he no longer has any power to resist.
He turned and ran, praying to escape, but being killed by this group of dark summoners in a teasing manner was the best outcome for him.
but……
You Xing clenched 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 the people in the gathering place...
"Okay, don't waste time, Swordsman, quickly kill this brat. His eyes give me a bad feeling."
Among the four dark summoners, a guy who seemed to be the leader spoke, and the swordsman holding a long sword swung the card directly. The card flew back to You Xing and pierced deeply into his body.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and at the same time, the knife light came slashing like a full moon.
Unable to dodge or avoid, You Xing understood one thing: this moment should be the day of his death.
Faced with the approach of death, even his clenched fists could not help but open.
But just when You Xing was about to die...
A strange figure appeared here, "Little ghost, why do you want to loosen your clenched fist?"
A hand, a hand obscured by the dark aura stretched out from nowhere, and two fingers clamped the blade tightly like iron clamps.
At the same time, a question full of dissatisfaction came, "Who did you just say was [waste], [low-level], and [trash]?"
As the words fell, the black aura on the dark figure faded away, revealing a young face wearing rather gorgeous clerical clothing, looking like a professional priest.
Who is this?
Before this question became clear in the swordsman's mind, he no longer needed to think about it.
Mo Cheng's fist smashed the knife and the swordsman's head into pieces, so that he no longer needed to use his brain to think.
