Kabala, male, 24 years old, an intermediate priest who believed in the God of Knowledge. He was not good at fighting, but he was good at writing leaflets and designing preaching lines.
He was originally an ordinary priest, a common logistical staff in the Church of the God of Knowledge. But after Sui Xiong invented the Oracle Summoning Spell, he was surprised to find that he seemed to be very lucky when he was in the Great Construction. On average, he could summon an elite oracle once every five times.
His luck was so good that he soon got the title of "Europe's Gigolo." This time, the Church of the God of Knowledge was going to war with the Church of the God of Aristocracy, so the Chosen Lady Geerteng took him with her and told him not to do anything but to summon the oracles.
However … an average of one out of five summons didn't mean that he could summon an elite Oracle every five times no matter when.
Kabala had already used everything he could to increase his luck, including but not limited to spells, equipment, potions, and so on. However, up until now, he had summoned nine Oracles, and all of them were mass-produced Oracles. There was not a single elite Oracles.
My luck is a little bad today … No, it should be said that this kind of luck is normal. Usually, my luck is too good.
Kabala sighed in his heart. His hands did not stop for a moment, and he piled the four kinds of resources on the altar.
Because they were going to fight a big war this time, a lot of resources were used for each summoning. Even if the oracles that were summoned were not elite, they were still relatively powerful among the mass-produced ones. Battleships, aircraft carriers, and so on were everywhere.
Speaking of which, I have never understood the so-called "battleships", "aircraft carriers", "light cruisers", "light cruisers" … What do these mean?
In the Main Plane, because of geographical and species reasons, the maritime industry was not developed, let alone the navy. Oh, there was a navy, but they did not take ships, they swam directly in the sea …
Because of this, no matter whether it was battleships, cruisers, aircraft carriers, or destroyers, none of them had been developed. There were generally only two kinds of ships in this world: fishing boats and merchant ships.
However, among the oracles that Sui Xiong created, there were neither fishing boats nor merchant ships. At most, they were "fishery administration" level.
By the way, there were only two fishery administration level ships. Their combat power was negligible, and they were usually responsible for jokes and logistics in the Holy Kingdom …
The altar was once again piled full of resources. Kabala went to the side and washed his hands and face with clean, cold water. Then, he wiped them clean with a specially prepared white towel. He then applied some white paint on his face and hands before walking back to the altar.
These methods were summarized by the clergy, and they might be able to improve luck.
Speaking of which, there were indeed spells and equipment in this world that could increase one's luck. However, they did not seem to be of any help to the effect of the "Grand Construction" summoning spell. Who knew what kind of luck it depended on …
Taking a deep breath, Kabala composed himself and began to chant an incantation.
The spell was not long, and he finished of it. Then, with an uneasy heart, he cast the spell.
The four things turned, and the altar, and the altar. old. old., old. old of old, of of old of of of God. old of old.
According to the summary, when he saw the light, he would roughly know what level of God's Emissary he had summoned.
The lowest level of light was white light, which was often seen when summoning with the lowest amount of resources. Under such circumstances, the Oracles summoned would be very weak even among the mass-produced Oracles. Even an Intermediate Priest like Kabala wouldn't be of much help.
The slightly more advanced one was Green Light. Although the Oracles summoned were mass-produced, they were at least slightly stronger than the ones summoned by White Light and could help a lot.
A higher level was the blue light. This was the so-called 'main force' level. The few that Kabala had summoned today were all at this level.
Above them was Golden Light. That was the rare elite Divine Emissary. These oracles were not particularly powerful, but they all had excellent intelligence and could command the mass-produced oracles. With them leading the team, even the mass-produced oracles' combat power would be greatly improved.
However, the light this time was not the same as before.
It was neither white, nor green, nor blue. Of course, it was not gold either.
It was an expanse of multicolored clouds.
"What level is this?" Kabala stared blankly as the colorful light gradually dissipated. A girl wearing a white dress with heavy lace, a golden-red crown, and a jeweled scepter appeared in front of him.
The girl was dressed boldly and boldly. It was supposed to be a very dignified dress, but the front was completely omitted. Her white silk stockings were pulled up by black suspenders over her tight, close-fitting short vest, fully displaying the beautiful curves of her body. Apart from the long skirt that didn't cover the places that should be covered, the material used for both the upper and lower parts were quite sparse, so much so that a large area of her fair skin was exposed, and it trembled along with her breathing. It was simply to the point that it was tempting to commit a crime.
(This dress … feels similar to the singers in some entertainment venues in Void City …)
Kabala stared blankly, not noticing that blood was flowing out of his nose.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at him with a surprised but happy expression.
"Although I really want to say 'please witness my heroism', looking at you, you have indeed seen it."
Kabala was shocked and subconsciously touched his face. The white paint mixed with his nosebleed, and suddenly he looked like the face of a Peking Opera actor.
Only then did he come back to his senses. He laughed dryly and hurriedly used magic to stop the bleeding.
"That …" He hesitated for a moment and asked curiously, "What level of Oracle are you?"
"Battleship level fantasy type Oracle, Lion," the girl replied, and then added, "Completely different from that fantasy type of shame!"
"Fantasy type of shame? Who is that? "
"Please don't ask, I will not acknowledge that kind of comedy actor …" The girl named "Lion" stopped halfway and turned to look at the divine position opposite.
"Is that our enemy?" she asked.
Kabala understood that the other party did not want to mention the Oracle, so he wisely did not ask and changed the topic. "Yes, we are at war with the Church of the God of Aristocracy. This time, I summoned you to help to deal with the enemy's Legendary Masters."
"How many?" Lion asked.
"Should be nine," Kabala said.
"Nine? Even I can't fight against nine Legendary Masters at the same time … "
"So we have helpers." Kabala smiled and pointed to the side. "We have summoned nine Oracles. Although they are all mass-produced, with your command, there should be no problem, right?"
Following the direction of his finger, Lion saw the nine mass-produced Oracles lined up seriously, waiting for orders.
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