Infinite Simulation: From Konoha To Moon

Chapter 71: Ritual of Summoning the Divine

Li Xiang followed the young man out of the academic building of the Department of Law and Politics.

At the entrance, a long luxury car was parked in front of them.

"Your Department of Law and Politics seems to be quite wealthy."

Li Xiang exclaimed.

"Naturally."

The young man seemed to want to lower his guard and chatted with him in the car.

The Department of Law and Politics has several sources of funding.

First, sponsorship. Like other disciplines, influential British financial families are sponsors of the Department of Law and Politics.

Second, fines. As a law enforcement agency, they can fine any magician who violates principles, even to the extent of confiscating their property.

Third, diplomacy. The Department of Law and Politics is the only legal institution for communication between the magical world and the ordinary world. They maintain good relations with most European countries.

The scenery outside the window became increasingly desolate.

The Department of Law and Politics was originally located in the outskirts of London.

But at this moment, they were already leaving the range of London and heading towards the surrounding cities.

Li Xiang showed the reaction that a normal person should have and asked, "Where are we going?"

The young man changed his attitude and said coldly, "That's not for you to ask."

"You're not Captain Hanye's person."

"You guessed right, but it doesn't matter. You better listen carefully."

The young man raised his hand, and the index finger shimmered with the brilliance of magic.

The fluctuation of magic power did not come from his magic circuit, but from the ring on his index finger.

Li Xiang speculated that it should be an offensive magic equipment.

The greatest advantage of magic equipment is that it does not require incantations to perform various actions.

For example, the high-end Elmero family's humanoid magic equipment, a maid made of mercury, already had preliminary intelligence.

Of course, this is still within an acceptable range.

The Divine Equipment is even more outrageous, with unimaginable power.

For example, Altria's curry stick, no, the Sword of Victory and Oath.

Li Xiang got out of the car in front of an abandoned warehouse.

"I'm called Jelant, a student of the Department of Celestial Bodies and Spirit Summoning."

The middle-aged man who was in the bar introduced himself.

"Lucia."

The red-clothed woman next to him also promptly reported her name.

"I have a small question."

Li Xiang looked at Jelant and complained, "Why are you still a student at your age?"

Jelant obviously did not expect this question.

He hesitated for a few seconds and smiled, "The Clock Tower has a flexible graduation mechanism. Most magicians will return to their families after graduation, but a few magicians will stay at the Clock Tower to become lecturers, professors, or join a magic research team or society."

While Li Xiang listened, he looked around.

The distant warehouse was very dilapidated.

The outside was covered with weeds and vines.

Graffiti could be faintly seen on the walls.

The patterns were very strange, like a mass of black flesh covered in tentacles.

Jelant saw Li Xiang's calm expression and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

But he couldn't think of a reason for his loss.

"This is the tomb prepared for you. What do you think?"

"It's terrible."

Li Xiang spoke honestly.

"Don't judge things by their appearance."

Jelant probably felt slighted and raised his hand, releasing a burst of magic power.

Li Xiang couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

A huge magic array appeared in front of him.

It was round in shape, with a diameter of about ten meters.

The traces left on the ground were black.

But there were silver dots floating around.

It looked quite dreamlike.

The traces eventually formed the shape of a flower.

But from a different angle, it was an upright iron cage.

Jelant showed a fanatical expression and spoke about his arduous struggle, just like most villains in Hollywood movies.

"To construct the ritual of summoning spirits, we spent ten billion to purchase dragon blood materials from the survivors of the Secret Corpse Dissection Bureau, almost emptying the savings of several prestigious magic families."

"After the end of the Divine Era, the gods no longer respond to the summoning of magicians... We have tried many methods and finally discovered that the key lies in the materials."

"To summon a Servant, you can use a Holy Relic, but what about the gods? Are there any items left by the gods in this world? Are there things that interest them?"

"No. The gods don't care."

Jielante's low mood suddenly became high, "But your appearance made us realize that even gods have things they like!"

"I am not a thing, you are the thing."

Li Xiang took a step back.

Jielante's eyes were filled with desire.

Like seeing a chicken that emits supreme charm and can lay golden eggs.

"May I ask, which deity did you summon?"

Li Xiang confirmed his interest.

Although he doubted that Jielante's magic had gone wrong and caused him to have hallucinations.

This kind of situation does exist.

There are records in the Clock Tower that a magician tried to summon the Outer God Yog-Sothoth and ended up going insane due to the omnipresent whispers, doing irrational things.

It took the Department of Magical Law Enforcement a great price to kill him.

Because he had undergone a transformation, growing octopus legs all over his eyes.

His only contribution to the Magic Association was proving the existence of the Outer God Yog-Sothoth.

"Which...which deity?"

Jielante immediately froze.

He didn't know.

As a radical member of the Prayer God Society, his biggest dream was to summon a deity to save his deceased wife.

As for which deity would respond, he hadn't considered it.

Li Xiang couldn't help but comment, "You guys are really unprofessional, aren't you?"

"What do you know?!"

Jielante angrily retorted, "No matter which deity it is, they possess unimaginable power!"

"Jielante."

Lucia took out a pocket watch and said, "It's almost 7 o'clock in the morning."

Jielante immediately calmed down and pointed to the magic array, saying, "Stand in the middle."

Li Xiang obediently walked into the magic array.

After he stood in position, four more people arrived. Together with Jielante and the other two, there were a total of seven people standing in the seven positions of the magic array.

A lengthy magic chant emanated from their mouths.

Li Xiang took a deep breath and held the handgun he had taken from the prop storage.

Without hesitation, he aimed at Jielante.

A spark flashed in the silent night.

After the gunshot, an indescribable sound rang out.

Yellow light radiated from Jielante's body, as if it were a shield blocking the bullet.

But he was still startled.

However, Li Xiang completely ignored him and immediately switched targets.

He lunged forward, avoiding the magical missiles flying towards him, and then delivered a peanut.

Blood splattered.

The young magician in the black coat in the distance fell to the ground.

"Accelerate!"

Li Xiang's feet burst with air masses, and he disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was in front of another magician, shoving the gun directly into his mouth.

In the terrified gaze, the bullet shot out from the back of his head.

Li Xiang grabbed his shoulder and used him as a shield.

A gloomy black light entered the magician's body.

Instantly, his body turned into thick water.

A curse?

Li Xiang quickly jumped back with agility.

He swung his arm, and two clumps of mud flew in a parabolic trajectory, accurately hitting the eyes of the third and fourth magicians.

In the moment they instinctively rubbed their eyes, Li Xiang raised his hand and fired two shots.

One bullet pierced through the heart, while the other blossomed on the forehead.

Almost in the blink of an eye, four magicians were gone.

Jielante and Lucia couldn't help but be stunned.

They were not just novice magicians.

The ranks of magicians are divided into Apprentice, Junior, Intermediate, Advanced, Master, Grandmaster, and Crown.

Although this system is more like a professional title in the Magic Association, factors such as strength, family, thesis, and attire can still be used to infer a magician's combat ability.

Someone like Li Xiang would at most be an Apprentice or Junior.

For ordinary civilian magicians, reaching Intermediate is already the limit.

But the four magicians who had just died were all Advanced.

How could they die so easily?

Jielante subconsciously looked at the handgun shimmering with a black luster.

A moment of speechlessness.

Thanks to the support from reader Yu Shengfeng. PS: I asked the editor today, and I won't be able to publish on Sanjiang. It's not worth dragging it out, so I plan to release it on Friday. I won't say much more. Let's go with daily updates of ten thousand words for the first month of publication.

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