This wonderful summoning technique was not a technique of the Church of the God of Knowledge, but was bestowed by His Majesty the Void Mask. It was said that His Majesty the Void Mask called this summoning technique "Great Construction," but no one knew what it meant.
To complete this summoning technique, an altar needed to be built, and then four kinds of resources were placed on the altar: gold coins, gems, steel, and materials from various creatures.
These materials were roughly divided into the most basic amount, called "units." 30 units of each was the minimum requirement to complete a summoning technique. In terms of gold coins, it would cost about 100 gold coins.
After enough resources were placed on the altar, a simple ritual could be used to summon. Through this ritual, the resources were consumed, and the Oracles from the God Kingdom's "shelter" would descend to the mortal world and become reliable helpers.
Although this helper was only temporary and would return to the God Kingdom after a period of time, they were not only powerful but also very beautiful. As comrades, they could not be more reliable … and very pleasing to the eye. Therefore, although this technique had not officially spread, it had already gained great popularity among the higher-ups of the Church who knew about it. Almost every high-level clergyman of the Void Mask Divine System would specially learn this spell, and they would also use this spell when needed to summon the Oracles to help.
Generally speaking, the more resources used, the more powerful the Oracles that could be summoned. But among the Oracles, there was a special kind of elite Oracles, whose strength was far greater than that of ordinary Oracles, but the cost of summoning them was no different from that of ordinary Oracles.
Almost the same resources, but not the same luck.
Well, the key was "not the same luck."
During internal experiments, there had been more than one situation where only the minimum amount of resources was used to summon elite Oracles; but more often than not, they still spent a lot of resources to summon ordinary mass-produced Oracles.
The clergymen were very distressed about this, and they prayed to His Majesty the Void Mask, hoping that this Majesty could grant them a more stable summoning technique. However, His Majesty the Void Mask's answer was —
"Black and white faces are innate, and can't be changed by magic. Africans should concentrate on hunting, and don't think about getting a boat to cross the Mediterranean Sea."
Hey, what the hell are you talking about!
Although they did not quite understand the meaning of His Majesty Void Mask's words, the saying of "black-faced" and "fair-faced" soon spread among the clergymen. Those who could summon elite oracles were naturally fair-faced, while those who spent a lot of resources but could only summon mass-produced oracles were naturally "black-faced."
By the way, the priest who persuaded Olian not to waste resources was the representative of the unlucky one. So far, he had not been able to summon an elite oracle even once … According to Sui Xiong, this was not just a normal black face, but an old chief from the African prairie.
As for the young man named Kabala who was presiding over the summoning ceremony, he was the representative of paleness. He could summon an elite oracle almost every five summons, which made his colleagues so envious that their eyes turned red with jealousy.
There was no doubt that this was a guy with a pale face. According to Sui Xiong, he was a "European who should be burned to death."
As for why the Europeans should be burned to death, it had to be related to Brother Xiong's gaming experience.
It was a long story, but in short, it could be summed up in one sentence.
Brother Xiong … was an African, and he was the purest kind.
He remembered that when he played a mobile game, he could summon all kinds of cards by accumulating resources in the game. Generally speaking, if the players did not waste resources, they could save enough resources to summon about three times a day. He played the game for a whole year, but he did not have a single rare card that he could summon himself. The few cards he had were all given by events …
Similar things had happened more than once, so Sui Xiong gradually changed from the calm faction to the metaphysical faction, and finally to the "burn Europeans to death, long live the African brothers" faction.
These were all in the distant past. Now, of course, Sui Xiong could summon whatever he wanted, but he was no longer in the relaxed mood of playing the game.
He could only watch the clergymen accumulate resources, and every time they piled up the resources on the altar with a sad face, a hopeful face, or a gnashing of teeth. Then, they would roll their eyes and stare at each other. Some would smile, some would sigh, and some would look calm and indifferent … Sui Xiong could remember the life he had in the past and could not help but let out a knowing smile.
At this moment, he was hidden high in the sky, watching the summoning ceremony on the ground and the two gods who were confronting each other.
Not far above the position of the Church of the God of Knowledge was the similarly invisible incarnation of the God of Knowledge, Wall. Not far opposite him was the invisible incarnation of the God of Aristocracy.
This was also inevitable in the war between the churches. The gods of both sides would send down their incarnations to take care of the situation. Firstly, it was to prevent the other side from disregarding their identity and attacking the mortals. Secondly, it was also to take care of the talents that they valued during the fierce battle and avoid damage.
For the mortals, the war between the churches was already a very serious matter. But for the gods, as long as there was no war between the gods, everything was fine.
What did it matter if some ordinary believers and clergymen were lost? Anyway, the souls could be transported to the God Kingdom. In fact, there was not much loss.
As for the rise and fall of the human forces … the gods looked at things and thought of things in terms of hundreds or thousands of years. The rise and fall of one or two generations of people, even a weak Divine Power might not necessarily care, let alone two mid-level Divine Powers.
Of course, this was under the premise that Sui Xiong did not make a move. If Sui Xiong really wanted to make a move, with his Divine Might as the only great Divine Power in the mortal world, it was probably enough to uproot the forces of all the major churches on the Main Plane and drive them all out of the Main Plane.
Although that would be equivalent to completely offending all the gods, and he would not be able to take a step out of the Main Plane in the future, this threat was, after all, real. So even the God of Aristocracy did not dare to play any tricks. They could only obediently go through this battle with the God of Knowledge according to the rules.
Even though … he really wanted to defeat the Church of the God of Knowledge by hook or by crook and swallow the large amount of faith that the Mifata Federation had created in one go so that he could become a great Divine Power.
Just as the two gods were confronting each other, the Church of the God of Aristocracy had already finished laying out the entire Divine Power position. They were also too lazy to send people to challenge the Church of the God of Aristocracy. Under the leadership of the High Priest, more than two hundred clergymen bowed down to the statue of the God of Aristocracy in the center of the position, and then began to recite prayers.
More than two hundred people recited together, but their voices were neat and tidy, without the slightest bit of chaos. This showed their good level of training.
Along with the recitation, the calm evening air was filled with waves of fluctuations, like water waves, spreading toward the Divine Power position of the Church of the God of Knowledge.
These waves seemed gentle, but they had an irresistible power. The fog that enveloped the Divine Power position of the Church of the God of Knowledge was completely defeated the moment it came into contact with them. In an instant, it was as if it had encountered a strong wind, scattering and scattering. In an instant, more than half of the fog had dispersed. And those believers standing outside the position seemed to have been punched in the face. One by one, they staggered, and some could not even stand and fell to the ground, blood flowing out of their noses and mouths.
But at this moment, the Church of the God of Knowledge also made their move.
With a high-level priest taking the lead, more than a hundred clergymen prayed together. Their magic drew on the Divine Power, transforming into a dark sword light inlaid with golden edges. It flew out from the remnants of the fog, effortlessly piercing through the layers of ripples, and headed straight for the center of the opposite position. If it were not for a few high-level clergymen from the Church of the God of Aristocracy casting spells together to block it, it was likely that the sword light would have hit the statue.
Once the two sides made their move, they used unceremonious and forceful means.
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