Thirty The unknown hero as an archer

Deep in a huge ruin, inside the ancient hall, just like its abandoned years, the harsh place surrounded by wind and sand, but compared with the ancient ruins that have existed since time immemorial in the outside world, it seems a little newer... Of course, desolation will not change.

This is an undeveloped continent, where such a ruined building actually appeared. This only means that the person who built it is probably the first group of visitors to set foot here, and perhaps the person who knows the most deeply here, has existed the longest and strongest...

Regardless of the first generation of people who created this continent with human interaction, this seems to be the remains of a large ancient city, which is enough to allow outsiders to come and take risks. Perhaps with good luck, you can discover priceless cultural relics... or relics.

As mentioned before, humans appeared again in the desolate ancient city ruins, but they were not like other groups of adventurers who wanted to try their luck. There was only one person coming, and there was no one around.

Even this guy didn't make any exploration at all, as if he was not looking for something, but intending to go to a certain place - just like other people walking in the wind and sand, wearing a coarse cloth cloak that resisted the wind and sand, and there was no sign of any gorgeous ornament on his body, just as ordinary as a traveler on the sand.

And he was not young. Under his hood, he was exposed to his cloak and hood, with a vicissitudes of face that was over 40 years old. His blue combed short hair had become messy due to wind and sand. There were ordinary glasses stained with sand and dust on his nose. However, it was these extremely ordinary glasses that brought him a steady atmosphere - just like his age, a man who had experienced many years.

"Does the fragments of fulfilling their wishes really exist?" He murmured, stretched out his hand and pulled down the hood that was lifted by the wind, but if anyone else was here, he would definitely make a sound of surprise - the place where this guy's left hand should have been engraved with the engravings representing the engravings, but at this time it was not the engravings of any type of engravings.

If you really want to say it, it is a strange pattern composed of red archer engraving and green caster engraving, as if this guy has two jobs at the same time... but this undoubtedly violates the regulations of this continent.

He carried the magic cannon that had slid slightly off his shoulders again, and he continued to walk in that known direction.

Ge Ping was once a magician when he was young. Unlike magicians, magicians rely on professions that specialize in showing off their magic tricks in exchange for the property they depend on for survival.

But of course... a magician is not necessarily a magician, but a magician must be a strong magician. Therefore, it is not wrong to say that he is a magician. He does have the strength of a powerful magician... With his strong talent and years of specialization.

But because they rely more on the shelling weapon that has been improved by themselves and can better transform magic into destructive power, they are called Ge Cannon by familiar people.

Ge Ping stopped before the large building in the ruins - a huge circular place that seemed to have the size of an ancient arena, but of course, in ancient times, the activities carried out here were not duels, but memorial activities. If you really want to say it, this is the altar in the center of the ruins of this city and used to worship the gods at that time.

Looking at this spectacular scale, Ge Ping nodded in agreement, lowered the big bag behind him, and when he opened it, he found that it was filled with various materials. It seemed that Ge Ping came here and really wanted to arrange something - lit the candle around this huge circular step.

Even if each one is placed at the maximum distance between the rules, it will almost exhaust all the materials he brings. The faint lights sway in the wind and sand, but it does not go out... because this is the flame of magic.

On the huge steps, the same huge formation was carved with melted silver patterns, and all preparations were unprecedentedly standardized and grand. Ge Ping wanted to summon something. Although according to ordinary procedures, such a solemn arrangement was not required, but unfortunately, what Ge Ping planned to do was not summoning on ordinary procedures.

Perhaps the difference in placement of a candle will affect the things he summoned in the end. For the altar, Ge Ping chose this place - the altar used for sacrifice to the gods in the ancient ruins. There is no summoning venue more formal than here! Although perhaps the success rate of this may not be 100%, it has undoubtedly been greatly improved.

After confirming that everything was foolproof, Ge Ping took steps and walked to the periphery of the magic circle.

"The combat power is insufficient...it seems to be the time to use this." Ge Ping said quietly, only he heard the voice. He took out a knife from his trouser bag and cut his wrist. The blood gushed out due to the tearing of the artery was sprayed on the magic circle in front of him like a faucet that opened the gate.

The blood of the summoner is very necessary, which determines whether he can control the summoned objects. Insufficient amounts may also reduce his binding force on the summoned objects. Therefore, Ge Ping decided to directly cut his wrist. Although it may be a fatal injury for ordinary people, since he is a magician, it is not a big deal to use magic to treat it slightly.

After confirming that a pool of blood had flowed in front of him and fell into the center of the magic circle as the altar slightly sunk, Ge Ping sang a spell to heal himself. The final result was that he only turned pale due to blood loss.

"The God's contract..." Ge Ping murmured, looking at an ancient ring on his right hand.

"Then let it connect the blood of the summoners in this world..." Ge Ping turned his gaze to a large pool of blood on the summoning array and continued: "But only these two summoned are random heroes who meet their own vocational introduction and have unknown strength... I need not only this, but I have to add it in this way..."

I put my hand into my trouser bag again, and this time I took out something that was carefully preserved by him with a gorgeous box. I opened the box and lay quietly inside it, not expensive and gorgeous rings or earrings... It was just a steel needle that looked ordinary enough, and it looked just a woman used to repair clothes.

Even after countless years, it still emits a heart-pounding cold light, but even so, it is not a powerful treasure...

Ordinary and meaningless things are not treasures at all. Anyone who sees them will think so, or even include Ge Ping himself - the premise is that this thing was not discovered by him, and the location where he found it was not there.

In a cemetery ruin that Ge Ping accidentally discovered, corpses were everywhere, and precious treasures or armor were scattered all over the ground... That was the owner who had fallen, but still emitted a gaze of treasures, which made Ge Ping confirm that these corpses were extraordinary existences during their lifetime, perhaps lv4, or perhaps higher lv5...

Ge Ping was not able to know the level of these corpses for the time being, but he found the only thing they had in common - perhaps on the forehead or in the eyes, but there was no doubt that the small and sharp, usually visible embroidery needles were the ones that caused fatal injuries to these powerful men.

Ge Ping was shocked. Perhaps he had found such a large number of treasures, he should have taken away all the powerful treasures... But he did not do so. He only took off the steel needle on the forehead of the strongest-looking corpse, the only thing he took away.

Perhaps this was just an ordinary embroidery needle, but after seeing this steel needle, Ge Ping knew that other treasures on the ground had become meaningless to him...

He will use this steel needle as a holy relic to summon this guy who slaughtered all the strong men there as his heroic spirit in this game! As for other treasures, he does not need them. Even if they summon them, they can only be losers!

Ge Ping has a desire to fulfill it, so he only needs the strongest hero!

For this reason, he even used extremely cumbersome forbidden techniques to obtain an additional job introduction - if it comes to the job introduction, in addition to the Saber with all kinds of combat power, there is no doubt that the Archer with a certain ability to act alone is the best, rather than his own caster.

If the guy summoned is defined as a caster, Ge Ping will be very troubled, and he does not want to lose his job - this means that as a master or player, he needs to give up a certain amount of power.

Ge Ping took off the steel needle and gently bounced his fingers towards the center of the magic circle: "This is my ambition, and finally the thing added...the holy relics that span time."

As if responding to the complete conditions, the magic array that summoned heroes began to emit dazzling light. The airflow emitted by the magic array made the surrounding candlelight sway more violently, almost making Ge Ping unsteady... But he was not dissatisfied, completely expected - since the heroes who were summoned at least were lv5, it would be completely unreasonable without such power.

Even though the summoning reaction has begun, the final steps are still missing. This time it is not a material, but as the final stage of the ritual.

Ge Ping only began to recite the spell of summoning like a professional caster. This sound will become a sign that points his future heroic spirits to the direction of this coming and going in the turbulent flow of time and space, and will also be... the sound that awakens it from the state of "death"!

I declare

Your body is tied to my side, and my life is tied to your sword

Submit to the foundation of the Holy Grail, follow this meaning, follow this principle and respond to it

Here I swear, I am a good person who will do good forever, and I am a evil person who will do evil forever

...

The Seven Days of Troublemaking of the Three Great Words

The Wheel of Self-Suppression comes here

The Guardian of Libra!

As the spell was finished, a stronger light was emitted from the summoning array. As a real caster, Ge Ping had little eyesight. Such light almost made him unable to open his eyes. But even so, he still saw a figure of a man appearing in the middle of the altar where the summoning reaction was too inspiring, or the summoned heroic spirit was too powerful to collapse and could not be used again.

The summoning was successful... Although he had detailed preparations and after Ge Ping's calculations, the chance of success was at least about 80%, he still had to be excited when he finally confirmed that the summoning was completed!

But what he was even more excited about was another point - this time it was not a random summon like others. He used the holy relics and was sure that the one summoned was definitely an extremely powerful guy!

The victory is in hand! This time it is my victory! Ge Ping thought of this and said at the same time: "It appears...at least it is the existence of lv5, but the person I summoned was given to me as an archer... Maybe it is the strongest hero in this game!"

The light and the smoke rising from the altar in the field finally dissipated. However, the heroic spirits that appeared in the center were completely out of Ge Ping's expectation. Although the heroic spirits he summoned by himself would be very strong, he did not understand what kind of person they were. He only felt instinctively, and those who used needles as weapons would not be very strong.

But as he guessed, this person summoned as a hero is not strong, but he never imagined that he was actually a woman!

Or an aunt was wearing a palace outfit that looked from an unknown country, showing her slightly fat body shape, and an unknown headdress that looked like a plate-shaped one, and a large conspicuous flower was inlaid on it, with a meticulous or serious and uneasy face, just like a hero who had just been summoned, standing in the center of the summoning array with his eyes closed.

Quiet as a quiet wax figure

It was not the clothes of the country that Ge Ping knew at all, and he never expected that the one who killed so many powerful people was such an aunt who only looked very stingy? But although she looked extremely strange no matter how she looked... it was indeed a very powerful power! The ordinary face, just standing there, was enough to make Ge Ping, a caster, feel heavy.

The unknown heroic spirit opened his eyes slightly like a dream, and looked at Ge Ping with a cold and serious look - and did not look in other directions, because she knew that this was the only person around her.

"I'll ask you, are you my empress?" said seriously.

What...what? But Ge Ping frowned. Now he was almost certain that he might have some problems in communicating with this servant, and he couldn't help but wonder whether he had summoned a mistake.

However, after a silence, the unknown heroic aunt was the first to feel dissatisfied. She seemed to be an angry aunt in the cafeteria, with wrinkles on her face almost squeezed together, and said in a sharp voice that made Ge Pingdan painful: "Don't talk? Do you think I'll have no choice but to do anything to you if I don't talk?"

"Honestly!" After saying this, as if he was torture the confession, the heroic aunt stretched out her hand hidden in the sleeves of the wide palace dress, leaned in front of her, staring sharply at her eyes, as if she was pinching something?

It's a sharp steel needle...

After realizing this, Ge Ping almost screamed out loud - it was her, and it was her who used such a weapon!

After confirming that he had not summoned the wrong hero, Ge Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't matter whether he was a language barrier or a fool, as long as he hadn't summoned other waste heroic spirits.

However, is it not completely summoned... It seems that due to the forced summoning, the summoned hero's memory is chaotic. Ge Ping thought.

But since Ge Ping was still thinking about what went wrong with the summoning, he still said nothing, and such a scene fell into the eyes of the heroic spirit on the other side, she understood it as another image.

"Is the little boy's mouth quite hard?" He pinched the embroidery needle and walked towards Ge Ping, as if he was about to stab someone.

Ge Ping frowned again, and only then did he remember that if Archer had any shortcomings, then it was because of his ability to act independently. The binding force of master on him can be said to be the lowest among the agencies. There have even been cases of master murder in the history he read.

But even for such a thing, there are many solutions.

"Yes, I am your empress..." Ge Ping recalled the other party's previous words and nodded and said. Although he had no idea what the empress was, it seemed that it was the only key to control this heroic spirit.

As soon as Ge Ping said, the hero suddenly stopped his footsteps of "killing the master", and the steel needle in his hand also fell to the ground with a "snap".

Seeing this scene, Ge Ping smiled - as I expected, perhaps the Empress means master in her hometown dialect? It seems that I was too worried and did not get out of control.

Just like the quiet before the storm, the unknown hero's eyes were floating on Ge Ping's body. Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he screamed loudly: "No, you are not my empress! The little bastard dares to lie to me?" Then the one that appeared in his hand was not a piece, but a steel needle!

...Damn, did you say anything about Empress at the beginning? Ge Ping looked at the heroic spirit in front of him in shock and suddenly fell into violence, but his subordinates were not panicked at all.

It seems that he has completely lost control. Damn it, there is insufficient binding force... I had known this that I should have prepared the engraving of the lancer! At the same time, I took out the magic cannon that was always on my back and pressed my fingers towards the trigger.

The heroic spirit in front still looked at Ge Ping with a bad expression. The steel needle in his hand was getting tighter and tighter, as if it could eject at any time... The battle was about to break out!

However, the other party seemed to have suddenly discovered something, and an exclamation point suddenly appeared on his head. With a "search", he sprinkled the steel needle on his hand on the ground: "I understand, you are the emperor!!" After that, he knelt on his back, regardless of the fact that the ground was full of the steel needles she had scattered before.

Looking at this scene, Ge Ping's magic cannon was about to launch a shelling.

Ha? Ge Ping's face was even more shocked.

Regardless of the ground full of steel needles scattered by themselves, the strange hero knelt on the ground, moving his body with his knees extremely skillfully, as a condition for a strong man, suddenly appeared on her. Even if she was more than ten meters apart, even if she was cumbersome to move her way, she would only be a moment to reach Ge Ping's side...

So fast! I'm afraid if this guy really wants to kill the master, the magic cannon and other things will not be able to fight... Ge Ping was stunned.

But before he could figure out what the "Emperor" was, what was even more shocked was that with a "puff", the unknown hero suddenly hugged his thigh: "Emperor! I am Xia Yuhe's mouth teeth!!!"

...This heroic spirit is very sick, and Ge Ping finally concluded that even if the summoning is successful, the memory of this heroic spirit will become completely messy.

But perhaps this makes this archer easier to control.

"Get up and assist me until the day my wish comes true." Gently wiped away the cold sweat from my forehead, and Ge Ping helped him up. Perhaps this was the best result. The speed just now made Ge Ping still remember it fresh - this heroic spirit, although it seemed that the memory was completely chaotic, I am afraid that even if he had forgotten everything in his real name, it was still as strong as he expected!

"Zhe!" After receiving Ge Ping's order, the unknown hero suddenly responded loudly, and at the same time, he was so scared that Ge Ping almost suffered a heart attack again... Then he stood behind Ge Ping with a vicious look on his face.

Looking at this cruel look, Ge Pingyi realized something: it is more appropriate to call it a heroic spirit, or to call it an evil spirit. I am afraid that this heroic spirit was not a kind character during his lifetime.

However, it happened that she might have been summoned completely and made it difficult for her to control, but what she summoned was only the heroic spirit with chaotic memory, which instead increased the possibility of controlling it.

I just hope... the chaos in memory will not affect the performance of strength. Ge Ping shook his head. Although he was a little surprised, everything was still following the development he planned.

No surprise, the victory is sure to be...

Even so, can I fulfill my wish?

Ge Ping picked up the magic cannon that landed on the ground: "Since the summoning can be completed, there is no need to stay in this place... The magic of the summoning leaked may expose our position. Let's go, archer."

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