Wizard: Starting fro Chapter 387: Summoning Ritual

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Summoning Ritual

Before the summoning ritual is held, the wizard in charge here will evaluate your summoning ritual to determine the approximate summoning level, which ans the highest level of life you can summon with this ritual.

The upper limit given by the Destiny Bone Dice is Level 4, aning theoretically you can summon up to Level 4 life.

From this point, it is clear that the Destiny Bone Dice is quite extraordinary.

Even wizards rarely obtain summoning items of this level, typically ranging from Level 1 to Level 3, rarely exceeding Level 3.

Because the evaluation level of the Destiny Bone Dice reached Level 4, the cost is also very high, requiring a whole three hundred thousand Level 1 Magic Stones.

This expense cannot be spared; if accidentally a formidable character is summoned, Duke currently cannot handle it.

But if what is summoned is just an ordinary little animal, like a toad, kitten, or puppy, then one can only accept the bad luck.

This summoning ritual is essentially a gamble, whether there will be any return depends entirely on luck.

Matthew has presided over many rare and bizarre summoning rituals here, long accustod to it.

The clearest he rembers was a Level 3 Mage who was extrely enthusiastic about fire elents, spending a large sum to purchase an ember said to be inherited from a certain fire elental plane as the summoning dium.

When the ritual started, flas surged, the temperature in the entire summoning hall rose to the point where it could lt steel, the protective barriers were baked and distorted by the high heat.

Everyone thought a powerful fire elental life would be summoned, possibly even a creature like a Fla Demon.

After the flas dissipated, only a small cluster of pulsing, seemingly living blue fla remained in the center of the altar.

Upon inspection, it was a very rare, but energy level only Level 1, Ghostly Cool Fire, with almost zero aggressiveness aside from being extrely cold and more resistant to burning.

The wizard spat blood on the spot, and it was said he later revered that fla like an ancestor, hoping it would grow, but there’s been no change since.

Matthew has also seen examples of exceptional luck, where a young wizard who had just beco a Level 1 Official Wizard, appearing very poor, acquired a rusted bronze crow statue from a market stall as a summoning dium.

The evaluation level was a pitiful Level 1, practically the most ordinary Level 1 among summoning items, no one expected anything good could be summoned using it.

When the ritual light shone, what erged was not the expected decayed crow or low-grade ghost, but a Star Realm Light Feather Finch composed entirely of pure energy, with sparkling eyes.

This creature is extrely rare, with its own strength only at Level 2, but it has the intuitive talent for finding rare energy mines.

This ability basically ans imasurable wealth, enabling easy discovery of various energy crystal stone veins through the Star Realm Finch, widely useful across all planes.

The young wizard quickly beca highly valued, reportedly part of the Fourth Legion.

The value of that Light Feather Finch far exceeded all the costs he incurred, Matthew still recalls the kid holding the Light Feather Finch with silly smiles, nearly overwheld by fortune.

Of course, more results are mundane.

Summoning creatures that match the corresponding level but are volatile and difficult to ta, requiring forced repatriation, or summoning unusual materials or inert crystal stones from strange planes with more research than practical value.

There was even a ti when a witch summoned an entire box of steaming exquisite pastries from a steam chanical plane, the scent filled the hall, upon inspection, found non-toxic and surprisingly good tasted, making for amusing afternoon tea for the staff at that ti.

Dangerous situations occasionally occur, Matthew witnessed a necromancer wizard attempting to summon an ancient corpse wizard, but the ritual went awry, opening a channel connected to a chaotic space filled with mad whispers and twisted tentacles, almost causing a pollution leak incident, eventually using all the protective magic arrays here to forcibly close the channel, and the summoner suffered spiritual injuries, recuperated for more than half a year.

At that ti, Black Sail spent considerable effort to thoroughly clean those ntal pollution, still unaware of what kind of plane those terrifying whispers and murmurings ca from.

However, there was no demand for compensation from the wizard, even though Black Sail’s efforts far exceeded the magic stones provided by the wizard.

Since then, safety evaluations and control of summoning rituals have beco more stringent.

In comparison, summoning ordinary creatures like kittens, puppies, or bunnies, though unprofitable, is ironically the safest, most worry-free result.

At least they won’t attempt to attack the barriers, pollute the environnt, or emit ntally disturbing pollution.

After Duke paid the corresponding Magic Stones for venue and protection costs, Matthew retreated to a magic array control room at the edge of the hall.

Soon, a low humming sound echoed in the hall.

Layers of energy barriers surrounding the central altar lit up one by one, emitting different colored glows, sealing the altar area tightly.

The complex patterns of multiple witch arrays on the do also lit up, a heavy pressure perated outward.

These witch arrays contain powerful forces, poised, ready to interrupt the summoning ritual or control the summoned lifeform.

Duke took a deep breath, injected a trace of Magic Power into the Destiny Bone Dice in his hand.

The ancient symbols on the bone dice instantly lit up, emitting a dim and ominous glow, as if so dormant creature had been awakened.

It autonomously floated from Duke’s hand, drifting to the center of the altar.

Imdiately afterward, the bone dice began spinning rapidly by itself, the symbols on it morphing into countless blurred illusions, seemingly conducting frenzied screening among nurous possibilities.

The space around the altar began distorting, a fuzzy, ever-changing vortex gradually ford, emitting chaotic and powerful suction, connecting to an unknown distant plane.

Duke focused all his attention on that vortex, his spiritual power highly concentrated, ready to respond to any situation that might arise.

The spinning bone dice reached its peak speed, then suddenly paused.

The symbol facing up on top abruptly exploded with dazzling light.

It was a twisted, bizarre symbol seemingly constructed from countless screaming faces.

On the altar, the Destiny Bone Dice spun at full speed, those twisted symbols seemingly ca to life, emitting a haunting hum.

The spatial vortex no longer appeared indistinct, transforming into a stable, deep channel fringed with ominous dark purple ripples.

A terrifying, complex aura emanated from it, not purely negative deathly silence, but blended with an allure, chill, majesty that sent shivers deep into one’s soul, intertwined with a contradictory twisted sense of sacredness and depravity.