Abyss Summoner-Chapter 28 - 27: Altar Summoning
Lady of Misfortune.
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Chen Feng didnβt take any excessive actions; in fact, he had some murderous thoughts flash through his mind, but the idea was quickly overturned. Even if the woman before him was destined to stir the mountains and rivers in the future, they had no enmity. The most important point was that Chen Feng, with his super strong intuition, believed the success rate of killing her was less than 60%.
Never underestimate anyone.
Especially someone who might become one of the future Dark Giants.
The woman isnβt Ma Biao; she is filled with an intense aura of despair. With people like her, who knows what terrifying power might erupt once awakened.
Out of caution, itβs undoubtedly correct to eliminate an unstable factor, but if failed, it will create a powerful enemy, which is not something Chen Feng hopes to see.
"Hoo..."
The Lady of Misfortune exhaled a mouthful of dank air, enveloped by fear and despair. She raised her head, her bloody face instilling an effect that weakens the courage of others; ordinary people would lack even the courage to look her in the eye.
Intimidation.
The styles of specialties are countless.
Clearly, after awakening, she had gained some intimidation and deterrent specialty effects. In battle, these specialties could weaken enemy courage and even scare off some monster attacks.
The woman showed her distinctiveness.
The woman looked at Chen Feng, a complex look flashed in her eyes, her expression seemed to carry a hint of reminiscence, as if she had forgotten something, casting her gaze at the corpses outside the door. Her eyes began to clear, while anger, fury, and endless hate interlaced in her pupils.
"Thank you."
After a moment, a single character escaped the womanβs mouth.
Complex emotions welled up in Chen Fengβs heart, but his face showed none of it.
He opened his hand and said softly, "Itβs nothing, just a small favor. If you want to vent, I can lend you the knife for a while longer."
The woman, or rather the future Lady of Misfortune, maintained some calmness. Upon awakening, her memories were clearly a bit chaotic, but the corpses outside revived her awareness.
Chaos.
This was Chen Fengβs previous motive for killing her.
Extraordinary awakening has certain side effects. Compared to Innate awakening, those who have experienced great upheavals suffer emotions of despair, panic, and anger before awakening, and may enter a state of chaos afterwards, killing indiscriminately without conscience.
This is not without precedent; some people fast escape with their family, seeing monsters about to kill his wife and children, a man suddenly erupts, becoming a practitioner, but under the impact of power, his mind has long been chaotic. Before chaos, his consciousness was to kill all enemies, and the result was that he not only killed monsters but also his wife and children, such self-reproach is what truly leads to death.
This is a gamble.
If the Lady of Misfortune were controlled by chaos, Chen Feng wouldnβt show mercy; even at the risk of hostility, he would try to inflict serious damage.
Chen Feng had already probed earlier, and the Dark Elf had been prepared, holding arrows in hand, while the Inferior Demonβs tentacles were restless.
Fortunately, the Lady of Misfortune successfully awakened from chaos.
More importantly!
Chen Feng received her gratitude, a super expertβs goodwill could, if used properly, completely lead to unexpected returns.
Chen Feng gained some advantage; he could feel that the Lady of Misfortune was already on the brink of awakening. Even without him, those thugs were doomed.
Savior.
And now, Chen Feng had another title.
Of course!
Heβs not naive enough to subdue her and make use of her.
The Lady of Misfortune isnβt Xu Hongzhuang, someone who awakened in despair and whose very face, upon waking, brought misfortune by being slashed. In a certain sense, sheβs already a madwoman.
Chen Feng has confidence that he can use small tricks to control women like Xu Hongzhuang, but mentally ill individuals are an exception. The former can be influenced to gain loyalty through training, whereas the latter is more like a ticking bomb, ready to self-detonate at any moment.
They need to keep a certain distance.
The Lady of Misfortune didnβt make any extreme moves; she simply confirmed the death of those thugs, put down her boning knife, jumped out the window, and vanished into the night.
"Hiss hiss..."
Sharp screams came from afar, compared to the dead, she needed living things to vent her deep-seated hatred.
Only after ensuring his security.
Chen Feng finally let out a sigh of relief, having witnessed the rise of a strong figure, this is the apocalypse, no one knows what will happen next second.
His current task.
Is just one thing, to become stronger.
Only by strengthening oneself can you face all unstable factors.
The Lady of Misfortuneβs awakening concluded, and Chen Feng now considered how to clean up the stronghold before him, eleven corpses, a room full of blood, the aura of slaughter would attract some unnecessary trouble.
Blood?
Chen Feng frowned, his eyes flashed with some thoughts, he then ordered the Inferior Demon to spit out the Earth Dragonβs head.
Because it was preserved in the stomach, the Earth Dragonβs head remained as fresh as it was at death, its eyes wide open, seemingly unjust, wondering why it was killed by an ant.
The summonerβs ability to survive is summoning; although their own realm limits the number of monsters a summoner can call, they use other means such as scrolls and offerings for temporary summoning. These Summoned Beasts arenβt like the Dark Elf, who are permanent, and only last a few minutes, yet if used effectively, they can completely turn the tide.
Moreover, this type of summoning emphasizes luck because the contract lasts only a few minutes; if the quality of the offering is good, it may even attract the notice of powerful beings.
Sacrifice brewed in the night.
Cleaning up blood would take too much time; instead, he can use the blood to sketch an Array and make the Dragonβs head into a summoning altar.
Chen Feng arranged the corpses into a simple "pentagram," and with a knife, bled them from their arteries. In just a few minutesβ time, a shallow blood pool formed.
Lifting the Dragonβs head, Chen Feng gently placed it in the pool.
Dragonβs head.
The ground covered in blood.
Chen Feng attempted to make a simple altar to communicate with the evil allies of the Abyss...
