messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 152 Summoning Practice (Although I don't know why)
After Machel's humanoid machine took away all the magic crystals brought by the merchants, Machel took a step forward slowly and said.

"If you are ready, please follow me." He turned and walked towards the manor, and the rest of the people looked at each other and followed.

"Be careful, all of you, I think it's a little weird." Jill glanced at the humanoid machines carrying goods on both sides, and said to Mann and the members of the Silver Sword team.

"Really?" Dwarf John stroked his beard: "I think the owner here is very hospitable. You are too caring."

Jill didn't bother to explain to John, who can't use his brain, and closed his mouth: "I hope."

He really can't tell what's weird now, but that feeling has been lingering in his heart.

Chu's frown got deeper and deeper, it was really familiar, this feeling, as if she had returned to the Apostle Wasteland and waited to be summoned.

The banquet prepared by Marchel for everyone was very sumptuous. The mechanical maid neatly served fine wine and delicacies. There were exquisite long tables in the gorgeous hall, and melodious and elegant music played slowly. Everything was as expected. It's like a luxurious noble banquet, except that the attendants have become machines.

Several businessmen wanted to chat with Machel, but Machel was obviously not interested in communicating with them. From the beginning to the end of the banquet, he just sat in the corner and watched with a polite smile. everyone.

After the banquet was over, he took the merchants to visit the manor. What he had to admit was that his manor was enough to amaze everyone. These were not because of the extravagant attire, but because of the magic carvings applied almost everywhere.

Marchel's manor is simply a museum of magic glyphs, where there are application samples of all glyphs in the world, as well as trial works of glyphs that are not in the world.

Magic lights controlled by voice, carpets that automatically clean dirt, stairs that can be raised and lowered without walking.

Undoubtedly, all people here have been eye-opened, and what they see and hear today is even something they never imagined before.

The manor was big enough for them to wander around for a long time, and the novel carvings made them stop and go, and the time passed unknowingly.

Until a mechanical maid came to Machel's side and whispered a few words, Machel stopped walking with a smile, and there was an inexplicable blazing light in his eyes, as if he had completed some great work generally.

He opened his hands to everyone and said: "Everyone, with the help of the goods you sent me just now, I finally completed the greatest work of my life. Now I want to show everyone the beauty of this work. Do you know if you are interested?"

People can't imagine what it would be like to be called the greatest work of his genius.

Immediately, a person raised the wine glass in his hand and said.

"Of course, Mr. Marcher, please don't ask us if we are interested. We should thank you for your achievements. You will definitely bring great contributions to the mainland."

"Everyone, let us thank Mr. Marcher together."

"To Marchel."

"To Machel." Everyone raised their glasses.

Amid the people's thanks, Machel hooked the corner of his mouth, yes, people should thank him, he will bring the greatest contribution to mankind and bring salvation to people.

"Then, please come with me."

He spread his hands and made a gesture of please.

Under his leadership, the crowd walked into a small courtyard, and then Machel pressed a carved roulette by the door.

Amidst the creaking sound, a door opened in the center of the small courtyard, walked in along the door, and everyone came to an underground secret room.

People looked around in astonishment, because this secret room was so huge, even comparable to Marchel's entire manor, which made people worry whether this place would collapse.

"Oh, don't worry, everyone, I have done the work of stabilizing the carvings, so this place is safe."

Machel seemed to have noticed the doubts of several people at the first time, explained with a smile, and then snapped his fingers.

The light blue flame illuminated the secret room, and this huge room finally revealed its true colors.

Densely packed, endless carvings spread all over the ground and walls, extending all the way to people's feet.

The appearance of so many glyphs at the same time gives people a shocking feeling, but after the shock, there is fear, because even the city defense glyphs cannot be supported by so many glyphs, and the appearance of these glyphs is so It's so weird that people feel chills unconsciously when they look at it.

Countless mechanical figures are doing the final work in the secret room, embedding the magic crystals sent by the merchants into the glyphs.

Nearly [-] magic crystals made the magic elements in this room extremely rich.

"How about it, isn't it extremely beautiful?" Marchel stood in front of the crowd and took a deep breath intoxicated.

"Ma, Mr. Marcher" a businessman asked palely after swallowing.

"Your work, yes, what is it used for?"

What for, oh what a stupid question.It's really sad that these people really can't appreciate this extreme charm.

Marchel smiled faintly, turned around, and put his hands behind his back.

"I saw a book before, which explained that there is another world outside our world. Oh no, it should be said that there are many worlds. I call these worlds different planes. This is my own definition and naming."

As he spoke, he walked towards the workbench in the secret room.

"The planes are endless, and the human beings and creatures in each plane are thousands of different. We don't know each other's existence, but the other party does exist. Don't you think this is amazing, maybe another plane There will be another you or me doing something else."

Hearing his words, the businessman looked at the room in astonishment. They had vaguely guessed that this room was probably a way for Marchel to connect to a plane.

"Of course, my focus is not on these. My focus is that I discovered the existence of one of the thousands of planes."

Marchel stood in front of the workbench, took off his overcoat, put on a white robe, and put on a pair of gloves. He smiled and continued to explain unhurriedly.

"That existence can freely travel between different planes. She was born by absorbing people's sins. As long as people's sins do not dissipate, she will not die. She is an eternal existence and is extremely beautiful. Few people are lucky enough to witness it. Her face, but if someone can summon her, she will fulfill a wish of the summoner and take away a piece of sin."

"It's so great, isn't it? It's like a savior."

Marchel said the look in his eyes became more and more fanatical.

"It's a pity that most of the people who summon her don't know how to use her at all. They just let her take away such small and one-sided things as war, hatred, loneliness, and rage. You know, I used to be so angry that unqualified people were chosen, and the real Qualified people are not selected!"

Machel said, patting his chest, as if expressing his anger, but soon he calmed down again, smiled and put down his hand.

"But it doesn't matter, I can now summon her independently. I will use her correctly and let her redeem our world."

Hearing this, people finally understood what Marchel meant, but at this time, the door of the secret room behind them was closed.

Marchel put his hands in a circle of glyphs on the workbench, and as he began to speak obscure spells, black gleams began to glow from the countless glyphs in the room.

"You, you, you, you." A businessman fell to the ground, pointing at Marchel speechless.

"Yes, yes." Marshall smiled and said what he wanted to say.

"I want to use these glyphs to communicate with the plane and summon the messenger, and you will be the first sacrifices I offer to her."

(End of this chapter)