My Summons Are Weird

In the magic circle of No. 6 warehouse, the magic pattern that grows savagely on the wall like vines has been extinguished, and only a little light is left, illuminating this cold place where countless undead are imprisoned.

After the last undead rushed out smelling the breath of the living, the dark grid on the warehouse wall jumped, the wall rustled, and a white coffin fell to the ground.

Pale hands pushed open the shattered coffin lid, and the bloodless humanoid body covered its head and stumbled out of it.

The man without any strands covered his head vigorously, trembling all over, moaning in pain and gasping for breath.

Memories kept pouring in, and the man with a trembling brain fell to his knees on the ground, sweating in cold sweat. At this moment, slides kept flashing in his mind.

Knowledge and experience are returning.

The pain gradually eased. The man looked at the dim light of the magic lines on the wall and recalled where it was. There was sadness in his eyes. The huge pain overwhelmed his sanity and made him sob.

After a brief emotional breakdown, the man looked at his wrinkled hands, his eyes became firm and determined.

"How much time do I have this time..."

He walked out of the corridor slowly, a black dress already appeared on his body, and when he looked up, there was no trace of anyone, not a single puppet, and there was a slight sound of fighting in the distance.

The man instantly understood the situation. He wanted to move towards the sound of the fighting, but he stopped after taking a few steps.

"Probably, it doesn't help."

He shook his head with a wry smile, turned his head with remorse, and then set off to the top floor of Dusk City's mirror image step by step.

"What a magician who has surpassed the times, one day, I will be able to break free from the so-called shackles before you and realize new magic first!"

"I will surpass you, for sure!"

"Whatever you want." The person in the memory had an indifferent face, no emotional ups and downs, no emotions, no emotions.

The memory that was still slowly pouring in made the man look dazed. Looking at the scenes that appeared in front of him, his tears poured out uncontrollably.

This sporadic dialogue that could not be restored to its original appearance seemed to hit his heart, making him panic.

"Why can't I remember your names..."

"who are you…"

The headless horseman walking on the stairs did not attack the man, but turned a blind eye.

The wax oil on the ceiling waiting to attack the intruder did not drip, and silently let go of this strange guy who sometimes weeps and sometimes looks nostalgic, and let him go up the steps.

However, the man didn't realize that with every step he took, a strange formation would appear under his feet. With this formation, every time he stepped up, he would inadvertently return to the previous floor at a certain moment.

The Headless Horseman and Wax Oil formed the entire guarding force of this remote staircase with the man without emotion.

Chaotic memories and endless ladders locked him here, and he didn't seem to realize it.

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Clorens, who had finished reading one diary, looked at the three remaining books on the table, sighed, and continued to read through the pain in his mind.

Clorence is eager to find information about warehouse No. 6, but there are no books related to it in the big library, and everything seems to be hidden in these four diaries.

The front door of the Dusk City Great Library was quietly pushed open, and the dull sound of the door, which was only opened for the city lord, made Clorence suddenly raise his head.

He came to the front of the Book of Twilight. On the suspended light curtain, a young man wearing a blue and white gown walked in the big library with a stern face, walking straight in the direction of the Book of Twilight.

"Intruder? But why can you get in here?"

Clorence was puzzled, and immediately planned to mobilize the doll collection in the big library to destroy this daring intruder.

The Book of Twilight is silent.

Clorence watched in amazement as the Book of Twilight refused his order. The dolls hanging high on the chandelier not only did not fall off, on the contrary, they were locked to death.

The organs in the big library were also closed one by one, allowing the young man in the blue and white gown to walk through and come to Clorence.

"Who are you?"

The young man who had been squinting his eyes slowly opened his eyes and looked at the four diaries on the desk beside him. There was no emotional ups and downs in his light blue eyes, and he was very calm.

"Book of Twilight, Twilight City, leave it to me to control."

Clorence was stunned for a moment, then laughed disdainfully: "To you, why, who do you think you are, this city, this book, and everything here are mine, my greatness …”

Clorence was stuck, and he wanted to say a shocking, imposing title here, but he couldn't remember what the title was.

"It seems that you haven't read the diary in that regard." The young man smiled contemptuously at Clorence.

"Despise me, don't forget, this is my Twilight City, you lowly low-level magician."

The young man was silent. After a long time, he looked into Clorence's eyes and said calmly, "Is it interesting to scold yourself?"

The thoughtless sentence actually stabilized Clorence's almost explosive mood.

"What's the meaning…"

"Your memory is missing a lot more than I thought...Which diary did you read?"

Clorence wanted to blurt out "why should I tell you", but he answered truthfully.

"The pattern has a clover pattern on it."

"That's three, in the wrong order. According to my memory, the knowledge and experience of magic, the operation of the castle, and the doll's information are recorded there."

Clorence was terrified. He couldn't believe that an intruder could say the contents of his diary so accurately. He took two steps back and leaned against the column where the Book of Twilight was located. Only then did he find some sense of security.

"Who the **** are you!" In order to hide his unease, Clorence roared, he was already suspecting that everything he experienced at the moment was caused by the spiritual pollution of Lu Yu's summoned creature.

Maybe none of it is real!

"I'm Clarence."

The young man's words made Clorence laugh. With the body of a dragon, he suddenly straightened up, and he was half taller than the human youth, looking down at the young man, and asked viciously: "You are Clorence, then who I am?"

"I see, this is all caused by Lu Yu's giant eyeball. It's all illusory here. It's you who made my consciousness flawed..."

Clorence looked around: "Where is the flaw, where is the opportunity for the collapse of the hallucination, I want to find it... Find it!"

With a flick of the dragon's tail, countless papers flew in the sky and fell on the youth's body, like a heavy snowfall.

"I really don't want to see this ugly look, but fortunately this body is a dragon man, so I can comfort myself." The young man sighed.

"You liar, shameful hallucinatory creature, the phantom projected by the giant eyeball, can't deceive me, this is an illusion, this is not my Twilight City!"

Clorence had a splitting headache, and his memory flashed back. He saw what Lu Yu had summoned again, and the terrifying aura bloomed, causing his body to convulse and the pain to be unbearable.

The young man did not know what happened to Clorence, he could only wait for the other party to calm down.

"I don't want this part of the memory anymore, get out of my head!!!!"

The dragon man Clorence roared while covering his head, his sharp claws cut through the scales on the top of his head, leaving a trail of blood.

The dragon man Clorence grabbed a silver candlestick beside him, and a young man appeared in his fierce golden vertical pupils.

Realizing that the situation was not good, the young man stopped talking casually, and he shouted: "Do you want to make our memory more crippled!"

The silver candlestick in the hands of the dragon man Clorence hung in the air at the last second, and the strong wind tore the pages of old books scattered on the ground.

"Illusion..."

"It's not a hallucination, I'm Clorence too, you are Clorence too, we're all... backups."

The candlestick in the hands of the dragon man Clorence fell to the ground with a bang, and he staggered back: "No, you are lying to me."

"I'm not a backup, I'm Clorence, Dusk City, the owner of the Book of Dusk, the puppets here, the books here are all mine, mine!"

The dragon man was hysterical, and he opened his arms as if to embrace everything around him and swore his sovereignty.

The young man explained patiently: "On the Book of Twilight, you can see the six backups that were spent in the last awakening. That is the other group of 'I' that escaped decay last time."

Clorence remembered the six black shadows who couldn't respond, and still muttered something in his mouth.

The young man walked to the Book of Twilight. This book, which only obeyed its master, actually opened its arms to the young man. Dolls hidden in the pages appeared one after another. They were special dolls that the dragon man Clorence could not make manifest. .

The dragon man Clorence covered his head in astonishment.

"I also have a part of my memory, which is something you can't get without reading a diary," said the youth.

On the lit curtain of light, Lu Yu and Lulutis met on the stairs. After they talked, they all looked at the ceiling.

Traveling through space, Lu Yu and his party looked at the youth, the dragon man Clorence.

The young man said coldly, "They found it."

"It was discovered long ago, but they couldn't come here," said the dragon man.

"I don't think so. When I woke up, I was on the same level with that little guy, and I felt her extremely destructive power..."

Before the youth could finish speaking, the dragon man interrupted him in surprise.

Looking along the line of sight of the dragon man, there is a light curtain of pure white light flickering, stabbing the two of them unable to open their eyes.

The white light dissipated, and a rabbit with a white cloth wrapped around its chest came into view.

Sera knelt on the ground with her fingers folded, her head lowered slightly, and whispered something.

The order was not here, Sera alone could not sing sacred and solemn hymns, and formulaic eulogies were not her choice.

Sierra chose to sing softly, with no lyrics, just a melody.

In the fluttering melody, the dragon man and the young man seemed to see the swaying shadow of the branches swaying in the wind, just right to shade the church in the hot summer.

Countless children just sat in the shadows, listening to the elder nun telling distant stories...

It's a very strange feeling. There was a moment when the dragon man Clorence had a moment of tranquility in his aching brain. Those annoying pictures were gone, and one of his feet had even stepped out, as if he wanted to follow the melody and sit down. to the group of children.

Not an illusion, but an invisible aura.

After returning to God, Clorence said: "I released the things in warehouse No. 6, but they all seem to be wiped out."

The youth has no memory of warehouse No. 6, but his soul reacts to this name, and that feeling is nervous.

He looked solemn: "Some underestimate this group of people. It seems that the most powerful one here is not the little one... but this rabbit."

Clorence reminded: "The man next to Xiaodian is also very strange, his summon... ah!"

The memory is not cleanly cut, and the influence is still there, which makes Clorence's mind tremble whenever he mentions it.

"Release the special doll, as long as it recovers, we can redo it."

Clorence reached out and touched the Book of Twilight, but at this moment, in the uppermost light curtain, a woman with bat wings and a horn on her head appeared at the main entrance of the Great Library.

The young man seemed to calmly stop the doll from being cast, and waited for the woman to come to him.

The red-haired woman folded the signature wings of the blood clan, touched some sharp teeth, and glanced at the dragon and the youth.

"What about the diary?"

The youth asked, "What are your memories?"

"Some high-level magic, some bad memories... I hate this feeling. After waking up, I am tortured by past memories every moment, and I am in pain..."

"There are intruders now, and we need to cooperate."

The slender red-haired woman laughed and laughed mercilessly at the young man who always kept a dead face expression.

"Cooperation, you say cooperation?"

"Why should we cooperate?" Scarlet blood danced around the woman's body, the blood turned into a long whip, and the electricity shot out, pointing directly at the youth.

"I'm going to fix everything before the rest of the awakened backups come here!"

The young man did not dodge or hide, and the magic circle lit up under his feet. The invisible shield isolated the woman's magic, and also absorbed the vitality of the woman's body, causing the woman's body to fall and her wings to wilt.

"Are you crazy, we are all Clorence, any death will make our recovered memory lost again!" The youth scolded coldly, hoping to awaken the woman's memory.

However, the woman just sneered, she raised her head wickedly, and stared at the dragon man and the youth.

"Yeah, we're all Clorence... You all want to be Clorence, but I don't want to, I'm fed up with awakening, fed up with pain... You keep losing your memory in the process of shifting constantly~www. novelmt.com~ and I kept some of my ideas."

"When you all die, I'm free... I want to be myself!"

"Just rely on your body, don't forget, decay will take everything from you, the body of the doll rots only for a moment, then you will only disappear into this world without a carrier, not to mention this appearance, even your Knowledge and memory will be gone! Don't be disturbed by the remaining will in your body, you are part of Clorence!"

"I only need that moment, I want to be a person, I am willing to be a backup, and I will not do it again to become the nourishment for Clorence's resurrection!"

The woman's wings stretched to the maximum, and scarlet blood spilled over the ground, soaking countless pages.

"Even if only for a moment..."

"Even for a brief moment."

"I don't want to be tied to the body of a puppet anymore."

"Even if my soul decays, I am willing to accept this curse!"