My summons are weird

237 Chapter 236. The Bird in the Cage

In Warehouse No. 6 magic circle, the magic lines growing wildly like vines on the wall have been extinguished, leaving only a little light, illuminating this cold place where countless undead are imprisoned.

After the last undead rushed out sniffing the breath of the living, the dark grid on the warehouse wall jumped, the wall ash fell, and a white coffin fell to the ground.

Pale hands pushed aside the shattered coffin lid, and the bloodless humanoid body staggered out of it, covering its head.

The undressed man covered his head vigorously, trembling all over, moaning in pain, and panting with abnormal force.

Memories kept pouring in, and the man with a trembling brain knelt down on the ground, sweating coldly. At this moment, slides kept flashing in his mind.

Knowledge and experience are returning.

The pain gradually eased. The man looked at the dim light of the magic pattern on the wall, and recalled where this place was. His eyes showed sadness. The great pain overwhelmed his reason, and he couldn't help sobbing.

After a brief emotional breakdown, the man looked at his wrinkled hands, his eyes became firm and determined.

"This time, how much time do I have..."

He walked out of the corridor slowly, and a black dress appeared on his body. Looking around, there was no sign of anyone, nor a puppet. There was a slight sound of fighting in the distance.

The man understood the situation in an instant. He wanted to move towards the sound of fighting, but stopped after taking a few steps.

"It should be, it can't be saved."

He shook his head with a wry smile, turned his head with remorse, and then walked step by step towards the top floor of the mirror image of Twilight City.

"What a magician who has surpassed the times, one day, I will be able to break free from the so-called shackles before you, and be the first to comprehend new magic!"

"I will surpass you, for sure!"

"Whatever you want." The person in the memory looked indifferent, without any emotional ups and downs, and could not see emotions.

The memory that was still being poured in slowly made the man look dazed, looking at the scenes that appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't hold back his tears.

This sporadic dialogue that couldn't be restored to its original appearance seemed to hit his heart, making him feel bored.

"Why can't I remember your names..."

"who are you…"

The headless horseman walking on the stairs did not attack the man, but turned a blind eye.

The wax oil waiting to attack the intruders on the ceiling did not drop, silently letting go of this strange guy who sometimes shed tears and sometimes showed nostalgia, and let him go up the stairs.

However, the man didn't realize that with every step he took, a strange magic circle would appear under his feet. Accompanied by this magic circle, every time he climbed up the steps, he would inadvertently return to the previous floor at a certain moment.

The headless horseman, wax oil and men formed the entire guarding force of this remote staircase.

Chaotic memories and endless stairs locked him here, and he seemed unable to realize all of this.

...

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Clorence, who had finished reading one diary, looked at the remaining three diaries on the table, sighed, resisted the pain in his mind and continued to read.

Crowrance wanted to find information about Warehouse No. 6, but there were no books related to it in the Great Library, and everything seemed to be hidden in the four diaries.

The main door of the Twilight City Library was quietly pushed open, and the dull sound when the door was opened only for the city lord made Clorence suddenly raised his head.

He came to the front of the Twilight Book. On the suspended light curtain, a young man in a blue and white gown walked in the big library with a stern face, walking straight towards the direction of the Twilight Book.

"Intruder? But why can you enter here?"

Clorence was very confused, and immediately planned to mobilize the puppet collection in the large library to eliminate this daring intruder.

The Book of Twilight is silent.

Crowrance looked at the Book of Twilight in surprise and refused his order. The puppets hanging on the chandelier not only did not fall, but were locked.

The organs in the Great Library were also closed one by one, allowing the young man in a blue and white gown to walk through and come to Clorence.

"Who are you?"

The young man who had been squinting slowly opened his eyes and looked at the four diaries on the desk beside him. There was no emotional ups and downs in his light blue eyes, they were very calm.

"Book of Twilight, Twilight City, leave it to me to control."

Clorence was stunned for a moment, then laughed disdainfully: "Leave it to you, why, who do you think you are, this city, this book, and everything here is mine, my great ..."

Crowrance was stuck, he wanted to say the startling, imposing title here, but he couldn't remember what the title was.

"It seems that you haven't read that aspect of the diary yet." The young man smiled contemptuously at Clorence.

"Despise me, don't forget, this is my Twilight City, you lowly low-level magician."

The young man remained silent for a long time before he looked into Clarence's eyes and said calmly, "Is it interesting to scold yourself?"

On the contrary, the thoughtless sentence stabilized Clorence's almost explosive mood.

"What's the meaning…"

"Your memory is much missing than I thought... Which diary are you reading?"

Clorence wanted to blurt out "Why did I tell you", but he answered truthfully.

"With a shamrock pattern."

"That's three, the order is wrong. According to my memory, there are records of magic knowledge and experience, the operation of the castle, and the doll's information."

Clorence was terrified. He couldn't believe that an intruder could say the contents of his diary so accurately. He took two steps back and leaned against the pillar where the Book of Twilight was, only then did he find some sense of security.

"Who the hell are you!" Clarence yelled out in order to hide his uneasiness. He was already suspecting that everything he was experiencing at this moment was caused by the mental pollution of Lu Yu's summoned creature.

Maybe neither is true!

"I'm Clarence."

The young man's words made Clorence laugh out loud. With a dragon body, he straightened up suddenly. He looked down at the young man, who was half taller than the human youth, and asked viciously, "You are Clarence, how about you?" who I am?"

"I see. It's all caused by Lu Yu's giant eyeball. It's all illusory here. It's you who made a hole in my consciousness..."

Clarence looked around: "Where is the flaw, where is the opportunity for the collapse of the illusion, I want to find it... Find it!"

With a flick of the dragon's tail, countless papers flew all over the sky and fell on the young man like a heavy snowfall.

"I really don't want to see this ugliness, but fortunately this body is a dragon, so I can comfort myself." The young man sighed.

"You liar, shameful hallucinatory creature, the phantom projected by giant eyeballs, you can't fool me, this is an illusion, this is not my Twilight City!"

Clorence had a splitting headache, and his memory flashed back. He saw the thing Lu Yu summoned again, and a terrifying breath bloomed, causing his body to convulse and excruciating pain.

The young man didn't know what happened to Clarence, he could only wait for him to calm down.

"I don't want this part of memory anymore, get out of my mind!!!!"

Clarence the dragonman covered his head and roared, his sharp claws cut through the scales on the top of his head, leaving a bloodstain.

The dragonman Clorence grabbed a silver candlestick beside him, and there was a young man in his ferocious golden vertical pupils.

Realizing that the situation was not good, the young man no longer spoke slowly, he shouted: "Do you want to make our memory more incomplete!"

The silver candlestick in the hands of Clorence the dragonman hung in the air at the last second, and the strong wind tore the scattered old book pages.

"Illusion..."

"It's not an illusion, I'm Clarence too, you're Clarence too, we're all...backups."

The candlestick in the hand of the dragonman Clorence fell to the ground with a clang, and he staggered back: "No, you are lying to me."

"I'm not a backup, I'm Clarence, the city of Twilight, the owner of the Book of Twilight, the puppets here, and the books here are all mine, mine!"

The dragon man was hysterical. He opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace everything around him and swear his sovereignty.

The young man explained patiently: "On the Book of Twilight, you can see the six-armed identity that was consumed when you woke up last time, that is another group of 'I' when you escaped decay last time."

Clorence remembered the six black figures that couldn't respond, and was still muttering something.

When the young man walked up to the Book of Twilight, this book, which only obeyed the master, opened its arms to the young man, and dolls hidden in the pages of the book emerged one by one. They were special dolls that Clorence the dragon man could not make appear. .

Clarence the dragonman covered his head in astonishment.

"I also have a part of the memory, which is something you can't get without reading the diary." The young man said.

On the illuminated light curtain, Lu Yu and Lulutis met on the stairs. After talking, they looked at the ceiling together.

Traveling through the space, Lu Yu and his party looked at the young man Clorence the dragon.

The young man said coldly: "They found out."

"It was discovered a long time ago, but they couldn't come here." The dragon man said.

"I don't think so. When I woke up, I was on the same floor as that little one, and I felt her extremely destructive power..."

Before the young man finished speaking, the dragon man interrupted him in surprise.

Looking along the line of sight of the dragon man, there was a light curtain with a white light flickering, which made the two of them unable to open their eyes.

The white light dissipated, and a rabbit wrapped in a white cloth came into view.

Sera folded her fingers and knelt on the ground, lowered her head slightly, whispering something.

The church is not here, and Sera cannot sing sacred and solemn hymns alone, and formulaic eulogy is not chosen by her.

Serra chose to sing softly, with no words, just the melody.

In the fluttering melody, the dragon man and the young man seemed to see the swaying shadows cast by the branches swaying with the wind, just right for the church in the scorching summer to escape from the heat.

Countless children sat in the shadows, listening to the old nuns telling distant stories...

It was a strange feeling. For a moment, Clorence the dragonman, his aching brain gained a moment of tranquility, and those annoying images faded away. He even stepped out with one foot, as if he wanted to follow the melody and sit down. to the group of children.

It's not an illusion, but an invisible aura.

Clarence, who came back to his senses, said: "I released the contents of the No. 6 warehouse, but they seem to have been wiped out."

The young man has no memory of Warehouse No. 6, but deep in his soul he has a reaction to the name, that feeling is tension.

His face was solemn: "I'm a little underestimating this group of people. It seems that the most powerful person here is not the little one... but this rabbit."

Clarence reminded: "The man next to the little one is also very weird, his summon... ah!"

The memory is not cut cleanly, but the influence is still there, which makes Clorence's brain tremble every time he mentions it.

"Release the special puppet, as long as it is restored, we can redo it."

Crowrance reached out to touch the Book of Twilight, but at this moment, in the light curtain at the top, a woman with bat wings and a horned head appeared at the main entrance of the Great Library.

The young man calmly stopped the dragon man from throwing the doll, and waited for the woman to come to him.

The red-haired woman gathered the iconic wings of the blood race, touched the sharp teeth, and squinted at the dragon man and the youth.

"Where's the diary?"

The youth asked: "What is your memory?"

"Some high-level magic, some bad memories... I hate this feeling. After waking up, I am tortured by past memories every moment, and I am so painful..."

"Now that there are invaders, we need to cooperate."

The slender red-haired woman laughed heartily, mocking the young man who always kept a dead face.

"Cooperation, you say cooperation?"

"Why should we cooperate?" The scarlet blood danced around the woman's body, the blood turned into a long whip, and shot out, pointing directly at the young man.

"Before other awakened backups come here, I will solve everything!"

The young man didn't dodge or dodge, the magic circle under his feet lit up, the invisible shield isolated the woman's magic, and also absorbed the vitality of the woman's body, causing the woman's body to fall and her wings to wilt.

"Are you crazy, we are all Clarence, any death will make our restored memory lost again!" The young man yelled coldly, hoping to wake up the woman's memory.

But the woman just sneered, she raised her head charmingly, and stared at the dragon man and the young man.

"Yeah, we're all Clorences... you all want to be Clorences, but I don't want to, I'm fed up with waking up, I'm fed up with the pain... You've been losing your memory as you're constantly shifting, and I'm But I kept some ideas of my own.”

"When you are all dead, I will be liberated...I want to be myself!"

"Is it just your body? Don't forget, decay will take away everything from you. The doll's body will rot only for a moment. At that time, you will disappear into this world without a carrier. Don't mention this appearance, even your Knowledge and memory will cease to exist! Don't be disturbed by the remaining will in your body, you are a part of Clorence!"

"I only want that moment, I want to be a human being, I am willing to be a backup, and I will not do the thing that becomes the nourishment of Clorence's resurrection!"

The woman's wings stretched to the maximum, scarlet blood spilled all over the ground, soaking countless pages.

"Even if it's only for a moment..."

"Even if it's just for a brief moment."

"I don't want to be chained to a puppet body anymore."

"Even if my soul decays, I am willing to accept this curse!"

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