Summon 47

  "Sage Mode: Snow Avalanche Technique!"

  Almost without using any more secret knowledge to identify, Penny immediately knew the name of this spell - because there is only one spell that can create an avalanche on flat ground, even if it's not much different, he didn't have time to react in time and was rolled into the snow wave, suddenly a dizziness and darkness.

  A wave of terror swept through his mind, wrapped in this tide, even the calmest heart would jump hundreds of times in an instant. The feeling of dizziness and cerebral congestion made him almost faint, but he knew he couldn't pass out. If he crashed into a tree or boulder at such high speed, it would be either a fracture or a brain explosion!

  Despite Penny's efforts to stay awake, a sturdy tree trunk speeding towards him over thirty meters away reminded him that his demise was not far off. He stretched out with all his might to push against it, but only heard the clear cracking sound of his arm bones as his palms pressed against the trunk. Penny's arms were in excruciating pain and his eyes turned black, yet he still couldn't stop the momentum of his head crashing into the tree trunk.

  He closed his eyes - in fact, even if he didn't close them, he couldn't see anything due to the bloodshot eyes. He just waited for that "crack" sound and then went wherever he was supposed to go - there were no useless thoughts before death in his past life either.

  However, after a severe pain in the head and neck, there was no expected cracking sound. The tree trunk was much softer than imagined, and his body seemed to be supported by two sturdy branches. A large amount of snow rolled over him, gradually calming down. Just as he was wondering and rejoicing, he suddenly heard a weak coughing sound from above his head, and felt several warm and wet spots on the back of his neck. He looked up to see the pale face of the holy warrior, who was vomiting blood nonstop, and only then did he realize why he hadn't died.

  If a soft cushion had been placed between the hard wood and his head, the chances of survival would have been greatly increased. Obviously Penny was lucky.

  And the two branches that held him so he wouldn't be swept away by the waves of snow were Sierra's slender yet unyieldingly strong arms.

  However, the Saint Warrior, who had no mechanical body or violent biological body, was obviously unable to withstand such a degree of impact and compression. Panini struggled to twist her neck, which had gone into spasms from the collision, and lifted her head off Cera's chest, where the shattered scales were still quivering at an unnatural frequency, clearly having broken many ribs.

  "You..." Panni opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her brain was completely blank.

  "Cough..."

  The holy warrior's arms went limp and hung down to the ground, Penny's body slid to the ground, Sierra's throat convulsed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, like pouring water from a large bottle, only the color of the water was a deep red with a black tint.

  A gust of wind blew by and she fell to the ground, just like a bamboo pole being blown down.

  “......Tirion's protection......” The Holy Warrior barely lifted one arm, and the holy light from the blood-stained holy emblem spread throughout his body. His slightly sunken chest gradually became fuller, and Penn let out a sigh of relief before asking:

  "Are you okay?"

  "No... nothing." Cilla sat up, her face still pale, with blood still flowing from the corner of her mouth - such a severe injury, although daily holy healing could save her life, but the shock to her internal organs was irreparable, and treatment could only go so far. She moved to Penny's side, trembling as she clasped her hands together, beginning to chant a prayer spell. A soft light shone on Penny's body, a warm current flowing into his broken arms, and he suddenly felt the numb, fractured bones regain their sensation.

  This healing spell didn't have the same strong effect as Holy Healing, it couldn't mend broken bones, but it could effectively reset the tendons and bones, and clear out stagnant blood. Although the intense pain made Penny grit his teeth, he knew that if there was no feeling at all, the situation would be even worse.

  "Ah... sorry, Mr. Xian, I can only do this much." Cera finished her spell and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looking extremely weak.

  Pang Ni struggled to lift his upper body, and the muscles around his newly healed arm bone ached again. He let out a hiss and fell back down, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he forced a smile at Sheng Wu Shi:

  "Thank you."

  "No need to be polite... Cough, Mr. Xien, you... also saved my life." Sara struggled to finish the sentence, took two deep breaths, and then pulled Penny, who was stunned by her words, to a nearby tree, leaning against each other panting:

  "Mr. Xiān, you really are the Red Robe Master?"

  "En." Panni nodded and didn't say anything extra. In his view, this wasn't an identity that couldn't be seen.

  Fellow travelers who have crossed into other worlds, such as slaves, thugs, hooligans, gigolos, miscellaneous workers, brain-damaged rich second-generation, useless illegitimate children, terrorists, and even transvestites, can all be tolerated. Compared to these, Pan Ni is just a reserve civil servant of a rogue regime, after all, this identity is more impressive than those titles.

  But ordinary Ferrians apparently don't think so, such as Serra. Seeing Penny, she didn't mean to explain and hung her head slightly: "But Mr. Xi'en doesn't look like a Red Robe at all..."

  "What do you think a Red Robe Master should be like?" Panni asked.

  "This... "Cera hesitated for a moment, raising her head: "Just like those few that day, but Mr. Xien defeated them, could it be..."

  Serra's eyes lit up at this point, and Penny shook her head:

  "Justice has nothing to do with it, the Red Robe Society is just a political organization after all, and there are all sorts of people in it. The Letheman Witch's Association, which has a much better reputation than us, also has its own fallen members."

  Cilla was taken aback, and she really had no way to refute this statement. Even in Tiel's church, there were profane priests and fallen holy warriors, with names densely packed on the profaned scriptures.

  It's not surprising that a good person like Mr. Xi'en would appear in the Hongpao Fa Master's residence, with this thought, Cera saw Pan Ni's calm and gentle expression beside her, although she still couldn't let go of her doubts, but she believed it more firmly:

  Mr. Xiān is a good person, he appeared in the Red Robe Daoist Association, there must be a reason for it.

  But he didn't know that this reason was relatively cliché — for power. If he knew, he would definitely be disappointed.

  Pannie gasped for a while, feeling that his physical strength had recovered slightly, and stood up against the big tree behind him that almost took his life: "The enemy may be nearby to kill people who are alone, we are all injured now, if we encounter an enemy, it will be difficult to deal with, let's go find the witch instead."

  This was an unavoidable choice, he couldn't cast a single spell now — because of his gestures.

  Cera stood up, supporting Penny, and stumbled towards the village, the two of them groping their way through the forest covered in deep snow, but they found it difficult to find any sign of the village - probably it had already been buried under the snow. They could only wander around in the woods. Penny's intuition suddenly became anxious, as if something very bad was about to happen. And on the other end of the soul connection, he didn't know where that disobedient demon pet had gone. He called out a hundred times but got no response, which made him even more irritable.

  As they walked along the way, Saint Warrior suddenly asked: "Mr. Xi'en, who do you think attacked us?"

  "Perhaps a carefree person, a red-robed monk, or both." Maybe talking can alleviate some of the annoyance, Panni thought for a moment before responding.

  "But from the information we have, it seems to be contradictory. To know that there are Red Robe Master members in the Unintentional Teachings, but they keep attacking the Red Robe Master Association... and even stirred up trouble in Laisserman's internal strife. What is going on?" Sera frowned, as a Saint Warrior who had honed her combat skills through ascetic practices, she indeed didn't have much talent for handling information: "It sounds like contradictions everywhere."

  "If you knew that the Red Robe Sect was internally divided into two major factions and were fighting each other, you probably wouldn't have this idea." Panni sneered: "In the Eastern Domain of Desolation, any turmoil in any region can be traced back to the internal struggle of the Red Robe Sect if one investigates the reason carefully."

  "Huh?" Sera opened her mouth, although she knew that Sel's red robe was not united, but hearing such words from an insider made her feel particularly strange: "Such an organization, why has it existed for so long."

  This question made Panni silent for a moment, he really hadn't thought about it much before, now that he thinks about it, an internally contradictory regime standing tall for over 400 years in the face of enemies on all sides is indeed a miracle.

  "Are you saying that there are people in the Red Vests who are using innocents to get at their political enemies? And that Laisemann's actions were also for some kind of political purpose?" Serra asked after a moment's thought.

  Panny looked at the female Saint Warrior's profile in surprise, a little astonished by her quick reaction, which was about what he had thought: "It's probably like that."

  He sighed and felt that Dean Zhan Hua's attitude when assigning tasks was even more mysterious and elusive.

  Dear teacher, are you going to drag me into which camp? Or use this annoying task to test this lazy guy?

  In short, Penny, who was deeply caught up in the whirlpool, began to feel a headache and sighed: "I really shouldn't have come here."

  Cilla looked at Penny with a puzzled expression, and suddenly heard a voice coming from the air behind her: "Not bad, this Mr. Fa Shi, you really shouldn't have come here at this time."

  Penny and Sierra quickly turned around, but saw a large piece of magical energy flying over from the air. Sierra shouted "Be careful!" and raised her sword in front of Penny. A large amount of magical energy hit her instantly, causing her body to spin and knock Penny to the ground. Penny felt pain all over his body, but still opened his eyes to see six red-robed mages slowly descending onto the ground. The middle mage had a white lace trim on the hem of his red robe. Penny's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to clench his fists, but the fractured bones made him grit his teeth. His tense nerves seemed to relax all at once.

  "Oh, don't get excited, from a rational point of view, you've basically got no chance left, so it's better not to waste your energy." The ringmaster smiled and stared at Penny on the ground: "May I know your honorable surname?"

  "Damn it! Seeing the Saint Warrior lying in front of him, life or death unknown. Panini almost blurted out, but fortunately he still knew how to stall for time. On one hand, he used force to call out through layers of space to that disobedient guy who was his only hope for survival. On the other hand, he pretended: 'I am Nimiz Baphiet, from Dragon Bay.'"

  "Does the wizard of Dragon's Bay speak in the common tongue of Serl? Should I assume it is for our convenience to communicate?" The Ringmaster chuckled. Panni felt a turmoil on the other side of the mental link, growing increasingly irritated, his face clouding over.

  "Master, it's best not to say too much. According to some classics, being overly cautious before defeating the enemy is unwise." The apprentice named Moda stepped forward and bowed his head as he spoke.

  "Not bad, not bad, Moda fellow student, this is indeed the style of our Red Robe Society." Ring's mentor nodded slightly and turned to Penny with a hint of boredom. He felt that such a trivial matter of killing someone should be handled by others, but if their political enemies within the society were to get hold of it, he would lose more than just a few tens of thousands of spell slots.

  He waved his hands and began to cast a spell.

  From this point of view, the villains did a decent job, at least they didn't commit some of the bad habits of the bosses torturing the protagonist before JJYY. However, this was not good news for Penny. At this moment, Penny clearly felt a strong signal coming from the other end of the soul chain!

  "Come out!"

  Panni shouted loudly, and several red-robed mages who were casting spells suddenly saw a large piece of deep red light bursting out with Panni as the center, startling them!

  "Beware of defense!" The ring's mentor shouted, his intuition telling him that the situation had changed, and he hastily interrupted the spell he was casting and switched to a defensive magic.

  Ahh! ~

  The light dissipated, and Pan Ni stared blankly at the numerous blood-colored light balls that appeared around him within a radius of several dozen feet. Amidst the chaotic beast roars, the light balls transformed into various giant mutated beasts with pus flowing from their bodies. The silver-haired mouse finally emerged from the massive transmission gate behind him, followed by a short and comical humanoid creature covered in scales.

  The several mages present knew that this was a low-ranking demon - something all mages should know, but their attention was drawn to the large group of deep gulf monsters with bared teeth and claws!

  Old Mouse Beren saw the blood-soaked Penny, and also saw several red-robed Taoist priests not far in front of him. His eyes flashed with cold light for a few moments, and a group of ferocious tigers let out a long howl. Several dozen ferocious beasts surrounded the red-robed Taoist priests from all sides!

  "How is this possible! How can he summon so many demonic creatures! Even the great mages cannot do it!!" The spellcasting of several red-robed mages was almost immediately interrupted by their shock, and a few less composed ones shouted out.

  The appearance of these deep-sea creatures also caused Penny's brain to short-circuit repeatedly.

  When did it become so awesome?

  He stared in shock at the mouse riding on top of the demon's head, and it was clear that there was only one reason that could explain the appearance of these monsters.

  It seems that Lord Verhen has developed quite well in some unknown parallel universe.

  The cunning demon Adi sniffed the scent emanating from several red-robed mages and was intoxicated - they just liked to eat the flesh of powerful species, this method that resonated with the chaotic laws allowed them to quickly advance, until they reached immortality - for example, some unrivaled strongmen who traversed the chaotic planes loved to devour large amounts of life to enhance their power, until they could consume countless worlds at once.

  It then proposed:

  "Master! These humans look tender and juicy, and they have the scent of magical energy. Can the great Rakras devour them... Ahh!"

  Earnest proposal only brought a fierce mental shock, but Beren promptly issued an attack order to the beast group, and a large group of ferocious deep-sea demons roared towards the red-robed mages!

  "Charge out!"

  It's too late for escape by flight!

  The Ringmaster shouted, thinking the Little Devil was the leader of these monsters - because it stood out from the rest of the ferocious beasts. He quickly pulled out a scroll and read it swiftly, sending a huge fireball towards the Little Devil's position, including the Holy Warriors and Mages on the ground, as well as the little mouse on its head.

  The sandglass on Little Mouse's forehead shone with a faint light, and Penny felt that her thoughts had instantly fallen into darkness, as if she had fallen into a chaotic abyss.

  The glow of the portal envelops Penny and Cera, Berryn's eyes refocus on the red-robed figure opposite him.

  The flow of time belonging to it has returned to normal.