i'm not interested in big success

That was also the first time Elliot Nishijima tasted the taste of mastering the fate of others.

Seeing the person who used to be high above, who could ruin his body and slap him at any time, roll on the ground, but couldn't extinguish those flames, his heart was filled with indescribable satisfaction.

Of course, the flames of those strange summons couldn’t bypass him as the summoner. Elio Nishijima’s trousers were licked by the flames and quickly burned, but he didn’t rush to the toilet immediately to find water to put out the fire. Persevere in standing still.

It wasn't until he saw that the person who had humiliated him was screaming weakly from the flames, and his facial features were blurred, that he laughed and went to solve the little trouble he encountered.

There is a burn scar on his calf, and every time he sees the scar, the joy and satisfaction will come out of his heart like bubbles of Coca-Cola.

Elliot Nishijima fell in love with arson, fell in love with burning, his gradually twisted and perverted.

Not to mention that Nishijima later discovered that his magical powers could help him reduce his sense of existence, and he became even more enthusiastic about this activity.

It is difficult for you to tell which of the frequent fires this year is an accident and which is the handiwork of this habitual criminal.

However, he prefers burning people to the unchallenging task of burning buildings.

But man is a creature with independent will, a strong desire to survive, and will flee when encountering a crisis.

Elliot Nishijima is not always so lucky. Like the first time, he happened to meet a gang meeting in a soundproof room with only small windows, and he could kill successfully as long as he blocked the door.

After arson several times to no avail, and he could only watch the victims being sent to the hospital for rescue, he came up with a good idea-human beings who have the desire to survive cannot be burned, as long as the burned people are willing to die in the sea of ​​flames, they will not die. Ok?

Elliot Xidao searched around, and finally set his sights on the big fat sheep of Pan Xing Sect.

Among other things, the leeks taught by Pan Xing really grow vigorously and are very stupid, which just meet the standards he set.

The result was as he expected.

Those fools with poor brains were fooled by him as soon as they were fooled, and they really believed the set of rhetoric he made up.

Not only did they give him their lives, but a lot of cash can also be used by him.

"Do you know how hard it takes me to restrain myself from laughing every time I look at the faces of those idiots dying devoutly?" Elliot Nishijima couldn't help pulling his facial muscles, laughing out his upper teeth, Pupils trembled frantically.

He obviously thought of the wonderful scene and fell ill again.

"I'm not interested in knowing, let's talk about the key points."

Tachibana and Ya gave him another kick in the head without mercy.

It was only then that the pain was exchanged for the perverted rationality.

Nishijima Elliot collected the expression on his face, and looked at the three people sitting on the huge curse spirit with a little fear, with cold expressions.

He lowered his head, a sinister and cunning look flashed in his eyes.

After sorting out his emotions, he continued to talk.

The booklet with the summoning spell was only a few pages, but it was actually the diary of an unknown Yankee, in which there were brief records of what happened to the man and his friends during the expedition.

Judging from the situation on the paper, the recorder should not be Elliot Nishijima's father who has never met, but may have been passed down by his father's elders.

It said that the thing called by Elio Nishijima is called Fire Vampire, which can be literally translated as 'flame vampire'. It is a race of servants of a powerful god. The owner of the diary recorded these summons only by chance. word.

At the beginning, Elliot Nishijima also recited the words with the attitude of giving it a try and not suffering any disadvantages. Unexpectedly, it was a success, and he also got the power of the spell. From then on, he could see the spirit of the spell.

Tachibana Kazuya speculated that it was precisely because of the existence of Nishijima's genetic formula that reduced the sense of existence that he lacked the common sense of a magician, he was not torn apart by the other party because he looked into the eyes of a powerful magic spirit.

Even Xia Youjie recognized the practicality of his technique - if he hadn't used his spell power poorly and left behind a filthy spell, Xia Youjie might not have been able to find such a person hidden in the crowd.

"Give me the summoning words of the Flame Essence."

"what?"

Elliot Nishijima looked at Tachibana and Ya with a surprised expression, and the latter immediately realized what he had just said.

The terms 'flame vampire' and 'flame spirit' are still quite far apart.

He just subconsciously gave a new, more elegant translation instead of a literal translation, and it's normal for Elio Nishijima to be stunned.

It is difficult for Tachibana and Ya to explain how he felt when he uttered the words "Flame Essence". It was something at the subconscious level, and he subconsciously thought that what he said was right.

He also couldn't explain this sudden and determined thought. In the end, he could only think that when he read the coc7 version of the rule book, he had accidentally found and seen the information of this creature.

"I said the summoning words, don't pretend to be stupid." Ju Heya wore a smiling mask, with threatening eyes, pretending that the words he subconsciously said just now were not the slightest problem.

Anyway, as long as he is calm enough, embarrassment and doubt can't catch up with him.

He is just a little bit better at translation. Is there any problem?

No.

"What do you want the summoning word for?" Elliot Nishijima was possessive of what belonged to him.

He was already reluctant to share his experience, but now he is being threatened to reveal his hole cards?

He was already angry, and now he is even more angry.

In the final analysis, this silver-gray-haired young man is just an ordinary person. Why does this guy lead this 'interrogation'?

Anger gave him courage.

"Are both of you dumb? Let a low-energy monkey that has not evolved successfully to dominate your head? Can he speak on your behalf?" Elliot Nishijima tried to provoke the relationship between the trio with words .

But he miscalculated the degree of sympathy between these three people (in collusion), and he didn't know how shocking the ordinary people gave the spell geniuses these two days.

The two people who had been keeping aloof and didn't move their feet kicked over one left and one right.

"Be honest, don't make small calculations." Xia Youjie threatened in a flat tone.

People who can read the air can clearly feel the low air pressure around him, and it seems that they are very dissatisfied with the other party's superior attitude.

"You talk nonsense again..." Gojo Satoru laughed, that smile was like drinking a glass of mint sparkling water in midsummer, it was very refreshing.

But his movements were not very refreshing. When his thumb brushed his neck, his hostility was almost overflowing.

Tachibana and Yayou were warmed by the eccentric protection of his friends. He happily shook his upturned legs, and stared maliciously at Elio Nishijima who dared to provoke discord.

"Call · call · word."

He had to ask for the summoning word, and then summon the species that was obviously in the Cthulhu mythology system, and use this to prove to the two conjurer partners that the unlucky evil god who was behind the blame was real.

That god is not like Tian Yuan, who is promoted by ordinary people for their own sake, and the opponent's lethality is very huge.

Tachibana Heya didn't know what the game world would look like after the mod was finished running, he could only presuppose the bad situation and prepare for it—for example, the time of the game world would continue to flow, the old days, the outer gods The threat still exists.

It is a very important thing for one's paper man friend to correctly realize the existence of this non-spell evil species.

Although Gojo Wu Xia Youjie didn't say anything, Tachibana and Ya knew that they were two guys who didn't see the wall and didn't give up.

It is useless for you to use the hype of the Cthulhu mythology. The experience of expelling curse spirits from childhood to adulthood will make them automatically equate restraint monsters with all kinds of curse spirits.

It is of course possible to break this stereotype. They are two high school students with active thinking, and they are not stubborn old antiques.

But you have to come up with convincing evidence, right?

Otherwise, no matter how much you say, it will only plant a seed of doubt.

Maybe when the time comes in the future, it will sprout and grow and become a towering tree.

What Ju Heya feared was that the day when it would grow into a tree would come too late, which would delay the opportunity.

You know, the most advanced means to solve the problem is prevention, which can kill the threat from the root.

He has the opportunity to directly let the doubtful little tree grow to maturity, so why not do it in one step?

At this moment, he began to rejoice that his little friend's six eyes were really useful. With such a pair of eyes, it was really easy to distinguish the restraining monsters from the curse spirits, and saved a lot of trouble.

Elliot Nishijima felt the firm attitude of the three people in front of him, and he also made his own calculations.

It was impossible to refuse, he doubted that if he refused again, the damn monkey would kick his mouth full of teeth - that guy didn't restrain his strength at all when he moved his feet!

Then I can only agree.

But this is not without benefits for him, he can try to see if he can escape when a large number of flame vampires appear!

Anyway, this is the summoning spell that the other party asked him to recite. If he really accidentally summoned the servant of God, this pot can't be forcefully pinned on him, right?He wasn't the one who suggested it?

Elio Nishijima thinks more and more feasible.

He only reads the words once, unless he is a genius, he can never learn it all at once.

Since it won't have any bad influence on him in the end, it's a profit, and it's worth the vote.

Elliot Nishijima secretly accumulated the strength in his body, and seriously read out the difficult-to-pronounce summoning words, which he took great effort to recite and master.

Thinking about it, he was still secretly regretting that if Fomalhaut hadn't crossed the treetops already, he would have to try to summon the god nicknamed 'The Burning One' recorded in the notebook.

But just think about it.

According to the records, the god who relied on high temperature and flames to cause destruction appeared and attacked indiscriminately - he didn't want to die so thoroughly for the time being.

The faces of the three sitting in front of him were sinking like water, seemingly relaxed, but they were actually secretly guarding against the arrival of the summoned creature.

They are not stupid, of course they can guess what Elio Nishijima is calling attention to.

However, whether it is Tachibana and Ya, or Gaozhuan DK, they all believe in their friends/own abilities more.

Xia Youjie even made plans to let the curse spirit hide in the air with Ju Heya, and there were many flying curse spirits in his hand.

Xuan Ao's summoning words came to an end, a strange and strange atmosphere surged, the surrounding temperature rose steadily, and the four people's foreheads were dripping with sweat.

Finally, when someone's sweat slipped down, the last syllable of the summoning word fell.

Countless light spots, either half-floating in the air, or lying on the ground, twisted and appeared.

The flame stretched its 'limbs', and after a second, or two seconds passed, the ordinary flame also burned, merging with the flame monster.

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened, the firelight imprinted on the irises.

Those are not mantras.