Please Stop Summoning Me!

Chapter 43: Quiet Singer Descends

In the darkness.

A great sacrifice was being held.

In the middle of abandoned buildings, The priest of the Quiet Word was floating in mid-air.

The priest seemed to be standing in the middle of the clouds in the sky and the buildings on the earth.

He recited the prayer in his heart.

In the darkness, a flying knife went straight up in mid-air, and human power was trying to interrupt the mysterious and great sacrifice.

The priest only slightly inclined his head, his eyes swept to the tiny flying knife that had come not far away, the invisible force formed a barrier, and the flying knife immediately fell from mid-air.

Then the priest turned his head back and concentrated on prayer.

This time, the sacrifice has been effective, the effect of the spell manifested.

In the swirling clouds revealed a dark, pitch-black hole, from which countless dependents peeped down, peering into the tiny world belonging to mortals below.

They salivated and tried to break free, wanting to rush below and destroy the entire world.

However, all the dependents were not the target of this sacrifice.

Quiet words long for the grace of the greater, desperate for the alms of the more eternal, for absolute peace of mind.

Suddenly, the priest felt a sharp pain in his back.

How come?

The flying knife that had clearly fallen down just now actually changed its trajectory again and flew straight out from the blind spot of his vision.

Tracing an arc, it hit the priests spine, piercing straight to the deepest part of the vertebrae.

However, his body had long been quite different from that of a mortal.

The priest did not die from this blow, nor did he stop this sacrifice, and there was not even a trace of uneasiness shown.

Still not working?

George took a deep breath, the A-class investigator who was involved in this operation was only one who was none other than him.

There was no other powerful colleague who could assist to interrupt this sacrifice.

The situation just now, he only used the third blade, and the opponents position was too high and too far Although the power of the second blade was absolutely dead, it was very easy to be deflected and defended and dodged.

Unable to hit would be ineffective.

The same was true for the first blade, no matter how bizarre and terrifying the power was when it hit, but it was meaningless if it couldnt hit.

All mysterious relics had conditions and costs for use. Although there were grades, they did not have absolute strengths in the true sense.

Su Ling drew her sword and tried to stop the sacrifice, but a black umbrella was already in front of her.

George stared at the swirl of clouds high in the sky with a complex tone which had never heard before.

Its no use, its already too late.

Su Ling was slightly taken aback, and she saw a look on Georges face that she had never seen before.

Serious, resolute, determined, and with a tinge of imperceptible despair.

She vaguely recalled her childhood, her father also once had such an expression, and then later it was endless despair.

Su Ling raised her head.

A shadowy figure slowly descended from the swirling dark cloud cave.

He calmly descended to the fictional altar high in the sky.

All the raindrops that fell within sight were still.

In an instant, everything was still.

Everything was silent.

The sound of wind and rain that had never stopped all disappeared, and the whole old industrial area was in absolute silence, without any sound resounding again.

Su Ling tried to speak to George, but found herself completely speechless.

The other people were also completely speechless, not just speechless, but truly unable to make a sound.

George flicked the blade with his finger solemnly, without making any noise.

The world was in a state of absolute silence.

They all knew clearly that it was no longer useful to use any more relics or make any resistance.

George and Su Ling only did everything they could to keep themselves in a standing position instead of just falling to their knees.

Neither of them knew what would happen, and could only silently wait for things to continue to develop.

All that could be done now was to pray to the God of sun in their hearts.

Unfortunately, neither of them believed in God.

The Quiet Word worshippers all knelt on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.

They could no longer keep their original peace of mind state, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their thirst for peace grew farther and farther away.

In the dark high sky the priest was lifeless, as if the face of the deceased had finally shown a great shock, astonishment, and incredulity.

The calm he had been maintaining was completely shattered!

Even after hearing that the Lord of Ashes believed in by the Order came several times, Beland had become very easy to communicate with the gods outside the world.

It was hard for him to imagine that the great serenity singer would actually come to this world.

Originally, all he thought about was the desire for gifts.

Since the Order had been recorded, the Quiet Singer has descended only once.

His last descent directly led to the complete fall of a powerful country, with countless people peacefully dying in the silence.

This was an extremely important event rarely seen in history, and the historical pattern of the outer world was changed as a result, and almost all people in the inner world had heard about it.

The priests face was full of shock, and he looked carefully at the gentleman standing on the fictitious altar, and immediately knelt down in the high altitude.

His appearance was not much different from that of a normal person, more like a gentleman living in the modern age, only to replace the human face with a mask of white bones.

Although he simply stood in the high air, he already put enormous pressure on everyone present.

However, this pressure began to gradually subside again.

The hearts of the people present gradually calmed down, very calm, very peaceful, and their innate emotions, desires, beliefs and thoughts all began to fade a little by little.

Shen Yi looked at the gray mist around him, but did not move forward immediately.

Over this period of time, he had supplemented a great deal of occult knowledge, especially the information related to the three worldly gods, the Lord of Ashes, the White Mists across the Shore and the Silent Singer.

The shadow mask had fallen into the shadow.

Shen Yis appearance began to change. He changed his appearance into a modern gentleman with a delicate bone mask on his face.

Just like the silent singer mentioned in the occult book The Language of Silence.

A description of the features that was perfectly consistent.

Let the show begin. He said to himself.

After preparing himself, he stepped forward in the gray mist, and after walking for about a few minutes, he finally emerged from the gray mist.

He discovered that his surroundings, unlike before, were all layers of black cumulus clouds, as vast as mountains, swirling around him like a whirlpool.

Wait No, how are the surrounding clouds and theres no one at all.

Shen Yi found in the next moment that there seemed to be nothing under his feet.

And above his head, there seemed to be a lot of inexplicable things staring at him, and his subconscious mind told him not to look up.

He was summoned out several times but had never encountered such a situation.

This time, he seemed to be appearing high in the sky!

His body began to fall downward.

But he wasnt afraid, as long as he used fogging before falling to the ground, there would be no problem.

It was quite exciting.

However, when he fell about a few hundred meters, he suddenly stopped at a position more than one hundred meters from the ground.

An irregular wriggling pattern composed of countless gray lines held Shen Yi.

Of course, with his experience he knew very well that this was definitely a summoning circle used by summoners to meet gods outside the world.

After stopping at the spell formation, Shen Yis eyes began to sweep around.

All the raindrops within his sight had stopped, and at a distance of several dozen meters from him, also standing high in the sky was an old man with a face full of shock and disbelief.

After seeing him, the old man was shocked for a long time, and eventually knelt down slowly.

In a high-rise building not far away, hundreds of believers on the unseen top floor also knelt down.

Each and every believer was keeping their respect to the great Silent Singer.

Shen Yi suddenly heard the old voice in his heart.

The serene guide, the ode to the dead.

The Eternal Restorer who gives rest to the world.

I offer the old cross that faded forever, please grant us true eternal peace of mind.

Shen Yi listened calmly, realizing that it was the old man who was not far away floating high in the sky was communicating with him with his thoughts.