There Is Absolutely No Problem With My Summoning Technique

Shia's clone stood on the ruins of Gatling No. 1 holding the scythe, licking her lips: "If it's only to this extent, then you can only lose your soul to me."

"Your clone talks more nonsense than the main body, but Gatling One's ability is more than that." Zhao Wuchen injected magic power into the remains of Gatling One.

"Oh? Then let me take a good look at your performance."

The wreckage shook, and Shia's clones jumped continuously away from the wreckage.

The elements filled and mended the wounds caused by the scythe, and the various parts of Gatling One floated in the air and reassembled, reborn.

"Take the move."

The bullet storm rolled towards Xia's clone, and Zhao Wuchen followed closely behind.

"Can this big guy absorb your magic power and be reborn? It's interesting, but don't forget what my godhead is."

Shia's clone body turned into a black stream of light, and the sickle was filled with the aura of death.

The stream of light passed through Zhao Wuchen and pointed directly at Gatling No. 1, which was doing the remote output.

The scythe passed through the steel body of Gatling One easily and cut it in half with one stroke.

The aura of death on the blade infected the various elements that made up Gatling One.

The body of Gatling No. 1 is gradually decomposing and floating away.

"The self-destruction process is being initiated."

Gatling One's limbs that have not dissipated are carved with red marks, providing a fusion burst of fire and thunder elements for the body's operation.

Amidst the violent explosion, Shia's clone was engulfed in the flames of the explosion.

It's a pity that the classics are smoke-free.

The dark green sickle cut through the explosion smoke and struck through the air.

Zhao Wuchen quickly picked up the holy sword to resist the attack.

'Ding'

The swords clashed, and the holy sword knocked away the incoming scythe.

"Your breathing is disordered and your movements are stiff. Do you only use brute force to swing your sword?"

"I changed my job to a summoner, so of course I don't know how to use swordsmanship. Besides, there is a saying that one force can defeat all magic."

Zhao Wuchen stared closely at the center of the smoke, with the holy sword guarding his chest, guarding against attacks from Xia's clone.

Shia's clone jumped out of the smoke, tapped her toes lightly on the ground, and jumped towards the scythe that was knocked away.

The black high-heeled shoes stepped on the handle of the sickle, and she stepped on the sickle to attack Zhao Wuchen again.

Zhao Wuchen was caught off guard and did not dodge, but subconsciously used the holy sword to attack.

Huge force was exerted on Zhao Wuchen through the hilt of the holy sword, suppressing him and making him squat with both legs.

The sickle can actually ignore the holy shield skill of the robe of light.

The blade of the knife was pressed against Zhao Wuchen's neck, cutting a shallow wound. The aura of death burned on the wound like maggots attached to bones.

The stinging pain from the wound made Zhao Wuchen frown: "It's so suspenseful, I almost lost my mind."

Zhao Wuchen circulated his magic power and activated his elemental structure to dissipate the dark elements in the aura of death attached to his neck.

"It's useless. The breath of death can't be dispelled by mortals, huh? How is it possible?"

Sure enough, as Shia's clone said, when magic power encounters the aura of death, it is like a stone sinking into the sea.

"It's nothing more than the highest level of dark elements, scatter it!"

MP -50%

Magical power fluctuations broke out on the body, the elemental structure was operating at full strength, and the dark elements no longer obeyed Shia's orders and dissipated instantly.

The clone of Shia who stepped on the sickle was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "After all, this body is just a clone."

Zhao Wuchen raised his head and glared at Xiya's clone, then his face turned red and he lowered his head with a guilty conscience.

"You're so blushing."

"ah?"

Shia's clone seemed to have noticed something, jumped off the scythe, landed gently on the ground, and said in a teasing tone: "Does it look good?"

Zhao Wuchen felt a little guilty: "I didn't see anything."

Shia's true form on the throne suddenly said: "Of course he didn't see anything, mortals can't look directly..."

"Bah, isn't it just black lace?"

"Oh?" The main body and the clone said at the same time.

"Very good. Now that you have been charged with blasphemy, just accept your death."

Shia waved her hand, and the Death Scythe that fell on the ground returned to her hand.

Zhao Wuchen stood up to fight, but the endless offensive of the sickle made him miserable.

"The pace is frivolous and the fighting rhythm is too poor."

'Ding'

The sickle hit the holy sword and made a wound on Zhao Wuchen's shoulder.

Zhao Wuchen became angry with shame and struck down the holy sword with all his strength.

Shia dodged sideways and easily dodged the slashing attack.

Zhao Wuchen missed his target, became unstable and almost fell down.

Shia's clone began to mutter again: "Swing the sword with only seven points of force, leaving three points of force for reaction. If you use all your strength, you will only break yourself. Sword steel is easy to break."

"Ah, you are so annoying."

The holy sword swept across, and Shia's clone tiptoed a little, elegantly getting out of the attack range.

"Don't let anger cloud your eyes."

"Hoo, ho..." Zhao Wuchen gasped, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

"Is she teaching me?"

"Xia is right, I was indeed blinded by anger just now."

"What just happened destroyed my peace of mind."

Zhao Wuchen closed his eyes and silently recited the meditation mantra taught to him by Gatling Bodhisattva in his mind.

Xiya's clone showed a satisfied smile, placed the sickle on the ground, leaned back on the handle, and stared quietly at Zhao Wuchen with his eyes closed.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Wuchen's face was expressionless and his heart was still.

"Thanks."

This was the second time Zhao Wuchen thanked Xia.