Summoning Strange Objects from Anime to Reality

Page 231

At this moment, there is a quiet madness.

At this moment, demons danced wildly.

—So that's how it is. This is what you call your true form!

—Alright, I admit I underestimated you, the fifth Earl of Santiago, the head of the Santiago Consortium!

—Or rather, the Immortal Tree!

This guy is the one described earlier, who sacrificed hundreds of lives to summon an unknown entity, granting himself immortality and transforming into a demonic tree covered in tentacles.

He had completely lost his human form and devoured all life in his entire manor, even attempting to devour the entire underground ley lines of Santiago. He was later discovered by a traveling demon, who reported him to the authorities, after which he was dealt with by the druids.

(For those who don't know, please see Chapter 260, "The Plan for Everything to Go Smoothly (Script)")

It seems those druids didn't completely eliminate him; instead, they went into hiding.

Tch, you shouldn't have had any illusions about those druids.

Except for a few who remained in the wild and never returned, all the other druids were corrupted and defiled.

Now, the only remaining druids are the druids from the Ministry of Agriculture, and those druids who worship the Collapse...

FUCK!

Although many people dislike these druids, there are still some enlightened druids who understand that the development of civilization is unstoppable, and that if they continue to go their own way, the future of druids will be nothing more than being crushed into dust by the wheels of progress.

They actively liaise with various powers, countries, and organizations to help them improve plants and animals, adjust the ecosystem, and control the climate.

Apart from a few antisocial lunatics, everyone else found this group quite agreeable and usually protected them.

Unfortunately, the topic of that meeting was the future of Druids...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Still in 4K, I promised to update more during the summer vacation.

Chapter 334 The Tape Recorder

Later, he gradually returned to crossover anime, but started secretly causing trouble under the identity of Tsukimori Doman.

------

The enlightened druids believed that the meeting was crucial to the future of druids, and they had to attend to persuade those old fogies. If all else failed, they should at least take some of the scriptures and the younger generation with them, even if it meant using force!

For the sake of the Druid legacy, they are willing to bear all the infamy!

The various organizations nodded, waved their hands, and equipped each person with a bunch of gear, then escorted them with a very luxurious lineup.

Then, all contact was lost.

Absolutely no news whatsoever.

What the heck is going on?

The major organizations panicked and tried to investigate the situation using various remote reconnaissance methods, only to find that all methods were useless, as they were all blocked by an invisible barrier.

When did those druids' barriers become so powerful?

After their reconnaissance efforts yielded no results, they had no choice but to send people to observe more closely.

However, all the people sent out also lost contact, and items such as soul lamps and soul tablets, which were used to determine whether someone was alive or dead, were neither broken nor extinguished.

Could they all be imprisoned?

After all, they are only good at infiltration and reconnaissance, not very good at combat.

Then send out warriors with high combat strength!

Waves of people were dispatched, and the organization also sent out highly skilled fighters.

Okay, that's fine now, the intelligence has been backed down.

When the leader retrieved the intelligence report from the expert whose body had mutated, everyone fell silent.

According to the sole survivor, they were not attacked, but as they walked, each of them saw a different "world".

Some people see their teammates, their bodies rotting and lunging at them, and have no choice but to kill them; but in another person's eyes, he only sees his teammate with bloodshot eyes and a bloodthirsty face killing another mage who wanted to heal him; and in the mage's eyes, he sees his teammate's old wounds recurring, so he decides to go forward and help heal him.

It's all a mess, everything's in chaos.

Brothers and friends fight each other, angels and demons boast and joke together, each regarding the other as heretics, and clergy who would normally draw their swords at the mere sight of each other kneel together in prayer.

What's truly terrifying is that all of these things happened at the same time.

Even though a couple was locked in a brutal fight just a meter away, the two angels and the demon seemed oblivious, playing cards and boasting, occasionally downing a beer. Meanwhile, a pair of clergy were praying devoutly, seemingly unconcerned even as blood splattered all over them…

Are they crazy, or am I crazy?

This is a scenario that was reconstructed by a group of people after discussion, and it's the closest to reality. After all, everyone's perception of the "world" is different...

As for why it wasn't a hallucination...

Because the "world" observed by alchemical puppets, mechanical constructs, drones, and other mechanical creations at the Druid Headquarters is different from that of others.

With the help of artificial intelligence, they immediately described everything they observed in the form of videos, pictures, and text, and the result was naturally astonishing.

In pictures and videos, everyone sees what they are meant to see in the "world," but even in words, everyone sees something different.

This discovery sent chills down the spines of anyone still harboring the emotion of "fear".

how can that be!

Speaking of illusions, even when these artificial intelligences communicate, they find that the results they observe are different.

Is an illusion that can even deceive machines still an illusion?

After further discussion, they decided to retreat.

Then they saw a person, a person made of shadows.

This person calls himself Randolph, the Shadow Priest of the "Cult of Calamity".

The Cult of Calamity, a cult that the Savior often emphasized, was a group these people never expected to encounter here, especially a high priest.

Although it's a big fish, their fighting power is insufficient to devour it. In fact, the fish might even turn into a piranha and turn the tables on them.

"Oh, don't worry so much, my friends. If I wanted you, you would all be dead by now, but merciful Lord has decided to give you a chance, so let's play a game."

He drew a white line around the mouth of the figure in the shadows, representing his smile.

This is the only thing that everyone sees in different "worlds" that is the same.

What is the process of playing the game?

Everyone asked.

"I don't know, I... I've completely forgotten. This should be a very vivid memory, but... but I just... just can't remember it..."

The only survivor spoke from the mouth located on the back of his body.

"According to the examination, it was probably because he was so terrified that his brain forcibly deleted that memory. But to be honest, the deletion process was unbelievable. His activated brain completely deleted those memories and then rejected the brain region where that memory was located."

This is a report submitted by the prosecutors.

"Magic can't do anything about this either. If it's just hidden in the deepest part of the subconscious, we can find it, but we can't make someone recall memories that don't exist."

This is a report submitted by the Department of Magic.

"I asked a senior brother to perform a divination for me, and then he was seriously injured and fell into a coma. So please go back, this summoning ritual will definitely fail, and I may even die directly."

This is a request to a cultivator to recall lost memories, which he refused.

Some people tried to force this cultivator who had gone out to train.

"If you dare to lay a finger on me, believe me, a dozen flying swords will chop your entire family into pieces in a moment?"

The cultivator took out a blood-red jade pendant, revealing that he was a disciple of a demonic sect.

He is said to be the grandson of one of the elders.

Some people chickened out.

The sole survivor is being held captive, receiving treatment and undergoing research; the location is unknown.

—The above is the report content. Please destroy it immediately after reading.—

"I never imagined you'd been hiding here all this time..."

"Ah, although this place is a bit small, it's alright to be patient for a little while for the sake of our great cause."

This time, it wasn't the old and evil voice that came through, but the voice of a young man full of composure and wisdom.

"Aren't you surprised? Why does my voice sound younger? Although the allure of immortality is irresistible, I would much rather live as a vibrant and energetic young person than as a decrepit old man to achieve immortality. This is my voice from when I was young. To be honest, I almost didn't recognize it as my former voice when I first opened it. It's quite funny."

"I remember you made a blood sacrifice to an unknown being, right? That means the object of your blood sacrifice is not the same person that the druid above worshipped, is it?"

The familiar sound remained unchanged, coming from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.

"Hehehe, you really are quite stupid, you fake."

At this moment, Count Santiago changed how he addressed Chang Yan.

Fake?

Fake counterfeit products.

He learned Chang Yan's true identity.

"You... know who I am?"

"Ha, I'm the head of a large conglomerate, so getting this kind of information is really easy for me. Although money is useless to those truly powerful people, have you heard the story of 'The Straw Millionaire'?"

The story of the Straw Millionaire describes a poor man who, starting with straw, gradually became a millionaire through repeated bartering.

"Money is useless to those big shots, but it works wonders on those small fry. Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and many of you high-ranking members are already our people. The Disaster Sect has known about your identity for a long time."

"As for why I called you stupid, as a counterfeit of my Lord, you still don't understand the power of my Lord. Let me use a phrase you are familiar with to describe it—'He who was, and always will be!'"

"My Lord has long transcended the constraints of the timeline. Why do you still not understand that true power? You even want to resist? How utterly foolish."

He offered sacrifices to the god of the future in the past, and the god of the future accepted the offerings he had made in the past, granting him what he desired and creating the person he is today.

"It seems that even the renowned Earl of Santiago has been corrupted. Your ancestors would probably rise from their graves in anger if they saw you like this."

In addition to the increase in combat power, Chang Yan's sharp tongue skills have also improved day by day.

There's nothing I can do; there are always idiots targeting me. Since I can't fight them, I guess I'll just have to spray them with venom.

"Sigh, I really don't want to consider you a counterfeit of my Lord. The difference is simply not even in the same dimension. Apart from your name, you have absolutely nothing in common with my Lord. From now on, I'll just call you scum. Calling you a counterfeit would make that word cry."

Count Santiago sighed, speaking with a mixture of contempt and pity that made Chang Yan's head spin with black crosses.

Every word hits home.

FAQ!

If you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one. I'm going to beat the crap out of you!

"My ancestors would blame me? What a joke! Just one look, no, even just getting close, is enough to feel that this is a power that transcends everything. So-called conglomerates and zealots are so insignificant and useless before my Lord. Oh, and I have some good news to tell you. My Lord left a message for you on a tape recorder. Just listen carefully."

A seemingly ordinary tape recorder was carefully placed in the center of the space by several vines, while the remaining fleshy vines slowly retreated into the wall.

"...As expected, the seal was still too weak."

Too weak?

That's a black hole, a terrifying cosmic phenomenon.

There are no black holes in the macroscopic sense within the solar system, but the closest black hole to Earth is V616 Monoceros, about 2800 light-years away.

A light-year is a unit of length used to measure the distance light travels in a straight line in a vacuum in one year.

One light year = 9,460,730,472,580,800 meters

If the entire Earth were plotted on a flat surface, one light-year would circle the Earth approximately 236520000 times.

Yes, that's the distance.

But even this distance couldn't stop them...?

"Too weak? No, no, no, it's already very strong. According to the knowledge we've been given, this seal of yours is already very, very strong, strong enough to convince us that it was not created by the hand of an ordinary person."

Could it have been created by no ordinary human hand...?