Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 489 Su Xing Explains New Plans for Cross-Border Communication
Beria woke up.

He wanted to pretend to be dizzy for a while longer.

But no, the numerous vital signs detectors hanging on his body betrayed him.

The Lord of Twilight's eyelids were pried open, and a beam of light shone straight in. Belial's pupils involuntarily contracted, and then he heard a cold voice.

"He's awake!"

Fearing he might not understand, the other party repeated the message in three different languages.

I can't keep up the act anymore...

In this situation where he was at the mercy of others, and recalling the inhumane blows he suffered before falling into a coma, Beria felt that if he continued to feign death, he might actually die.

He had no choice but to "wake up as if from a dream" and open his eyes.

Then he discovered that he couldn't do anything except open his eyes.

Although he only shouted twice from the moment he rushed out of the altar to the moment he was moved to the intensive care unit, and did nothing else, it did not stop Dongxia from regarding him as their most dangerous enemy.

Neck, chest, waist, knees, arms... all the parts that a normal person can move are tightly held in place by a thick alloy robotic arm and a U-shaped steel ring. Underneath the cold metal, there are also elastic bands that automatically retract, completely locking up the last bit of flexible movement space.

Even more appalling, each of his fingers was separated, with each segment of the finger bone and each interphalangeal joint having its own binding ring, secured to the plates on both sides with thin alloy chains.

Beria tried to bend his little finger, but it didn't budge. This was truly a case of not being able to move even his fingers.

Actually, the toes are the same, but he doesn't have any feeling in his lower body, so he can't feel them.

His body was covered with a dense array of electrode probes, like tattoos covering his chest and back. And that wasn't all—he could feel at least a dozen, perhaps dozens, of probes inserted into his body.

Some are implanted under the skin, some penetrate deep into the muscle layer, and a few even run along the walls of blood vessels. In addition to their detection function, these devices can release high-voltage electricity or inject anesthetics at any time.

His mouth was blocked, so he couldn't make a sound; his ears were also blocked, so he couldn't hear anything.

Only when the other party wants him to hear a sound, and flips a certain switch, can the outside sound enter his auditory nerve through bone conduction.

The feeling was as if someone was knocking on his head.

Furthermore, Belial felt as if something that did not belong to him had been inserted into certain parts of his body—his shoulders, upper arms, sides of his waist, and… his anus.

as well as--

heart!

The Lord of Twilight, whose psionic energy was depleted, was unable to perceive his inner vision. However, he usually paid great attention to maintaining his body and his senses were very sharp. He vaguely sensed that there were several extremely thin lines extending from the outside of his neck all the way to his heart, quietly lurking there.

Even my heartbeat seemed to be out of my control, much slower than usual.

The insufficient blood supply made his reactions seem a few beats slower.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw fully armed Dongxia soldiers, clad in powered exoskeletons, aiming at him from various angles with laser guns, electromagnetic guns, kinetic guns, stun guns, tranquilizer guns, and more.

There's bound to be one that suits you!
The Lord of Twilight couldn't understand it, and the unknown filled him with immense fear, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

What kind of terrifying control is this? What are they trying to do?
How many pieces will I be divided into?

Do I still have a chance to live? Or is it simply a chance to die?
I'm wrong!
I want to go home...

Next, under this all-encompassing, unrestricted state of constraint, the Lord of Twilight faced his first interrogation.

First, a standard phrase from the starry sky: "Next, we need to ask you some questions."

"For the following questions, you only need to answer 'yes' or 'no'. If you answer 'yes', please blink slowly. Be sure to blink slowly. You can try it. I will give you feedback on whether your speed is up to standard."

"You can understand by blinking, right? It means closing your eyes and then opening them again."

Beria tensed up, controlled his eyelids, and slowly blinked.

"Yes, that's the speed."

"Let's begin!"

"Can you fully understand what I'm saying?"

Beria blinked.

The other person suddenly switched to Dongxia language: "Can you understand what I'm saying now?"

Beria kept his eyes wide open.

He discovered for the first time that resisting the urge to blink was actually a very difficult thing.

His eyelids involuntarily tried to close, and he had to desperately control the muscle to keep his eyes open. His eyes began to sting and feel dry, as if tears were about to fall.

Then, a clear female voice came: "His physiological fluctuations don't match; he might be lying."

Beria's cheek twitched involuntarily.

He did have a little ulterior motive, but he didn't think he could be considered to be lying.

I can understand some of the Dongxia language, but only a little. You're just asking me to blink; how can you explain that clearly?

However, the other party was clearly very dissatisfied with this.

The interrogator didn't speak, but just glanced down at the documents in his hand and casually pressed a button.

A sudden, excruciating pain exploded from my tailbone!

The pain felt like countless red-hot steel needles, climbing up the nerve bundles in his lower body, spreading all the way to his abdomen, chest, back, and shoulders...

Most of his muscles trembled violently and involuntarily, and the restraints creaked as they were pulled apart, but the alloy mechanical arms remained motionless, still pressing him firmly to the spot.

pain.

It hurts too much.

Scalding tears streamed down Belial's cheeks and into the transparent storage trays hanging on either side, not a drop wasted.

Also, although he couldn't feel anything in his lower body, Belial knew that he must have lost control of his bladder.

Pain! Shame! Despair!

The great Lord of Twilight, a peerless genius with flawless strategies, was like a butterfly pinned to a specimen board, helplessly flapping its wings under the gaze of so many.

Tears streamed down his face, and he sobbed uncontrollably...

He really couldn't make a sound!
I don't know how much time passed—perhaps only a few seconds, perhaps centuries—but the pain finally subsided slowly.

"Going forward, I will communicate with you in advance in this way. Please do not try to hide anything, and do not try to do anything that we cannot understand or that is beyond our expectations."

"Otherwise, I might not be able to control my emotions..."

"Did you understand?"

Belial blinked hard, his head nodding frantically but without moving.

"Very good, let's move on to the next question."

From beginning to end, the Lord of Twilight could only maintain the speed required by the other party, blinking slowly, one blink at a time, until at a certain moment, he heard that voice that was like heavenly music.

"Next, after I ask you a question, I will briefly release the restraints on your mouth. Please strictly follow my instructions and answer 'yes' or 'no' in the Common Tongue of the Sky. Do not try any other words."

"Did you understand?"

blink.

"very good!"

With the filling removed from his mouth, Belial shouted out the words he had been holding back for so long: "I'll tell you everything!"

"Wrong answer! You should have answered 'yes' or 'no'!"

His mouth was stuffed again, and the excruciating pain struck once more. Belial arched his back desperately, convulsing, tears and snot gushing out.

After several more rounds of training, Belial was finally able to obey orders completely and resolutely follow instructions.

Now, he wouldn't hesitate to sell his soul.

The interrogation work has entered a fast track.

"your name?"

"Reporting, my name is Beria!"

Why are you here?

"Report: I have borrowed the teleportation altar of the Lord of the Vast Ocean in an attempt to invade the divine kingdom."

Is the Lord of the Vast Ocean in danger?

"Report: The risk is low, but I can't be completely sure."

"...To be more specific, you are allowed to speak freely!"

"Yes... Report. Before I arrived, what I saw was Lord Han Hai being protected by his guards in the center, with the undead creatures on the periphery mainly being low- and mid-level. This... this was actually something I intentionally controlled. I really didn't mean to harm him..."

Get to the point!

"Report: I believe that given the circumstances at the time, the possibility of the Lord of the Vast Ocean being in danger was extremely small. Even if his guards did not retreat, they could hold out for at least half a day, and he could evacuate at any time."

Why was the teleportation channel cut off?

"Report, it's my fault. The spell I'm carrying, [Sunset Dusk], will interfere with the altar's teleportation when traversing space."

When will the connection be restored?

"Soon, the interference... report. It only interfered with this connection. Once the Lord of the Vast Ocean recovers his mental strength, he will be able to perform the next summoning."

Beria almost forgot to call out "Report!" and was so frightened that his back was drenched in sweat.

Although he was constantly being interrogated and answering questions, the Lord of Twilight did not come away empty-handed.

He keenly realized that this strange interrogator didn't really care about his purpose. He himself had said "invading the divine kingdom," but the other party completely ignored him and focused all his attention on the little lord of the starry world opposite.

Beria's first reaction was jealousy.

An unspeakable jealousy.

What right does that guy have to deserve this?!
But after a few seconds, he calmed down.

The Lord of Twilight is a clever man. Since he lacks ability, he must have an extremely powerful background.

That guy is probably the illegitimate child left behind by some god on this planet.

Indeed, Belial believed that such power on Earth could not exist without deities, but the level of these deities was beyond his comprehension and imagination.

At this moment, he sincerely prayed for Chen Mo, praying that he would be safe and sound... After all, this was the only support the Lord of Twilight had now.

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Two days later, Chen Mo activated the Bloodline Altar again.

His psionic energy distribution had been pre-set, using a sixteen-line distribution, meaning he could perform a bloodline sacrifice approximately every two days.

As soon as the time came, he couldn't wait to try the summoning.

The moment they reconnected to their homeland, both sides were overjoyed. Belial, the Lord of Twilight, was the most excited of all.

He burst into tears.

Because of his positive cooperation and good performance, he has been granted the opportunity to move around in a wheelchair.

In all honesty, Belial has absolutely no intention of causing trouble right now.

His wheelchair is self-driving; he can't control it himself, it just moves when someone calls out to it...

During his wheelchair-bound movements, he will be strictly secured to the seat, which can be converted into an "electric chair" at any time as required by the plot.

Furthermore, at least six different "sensing devices" were implanted in his body, some containing anesthesia, some containing highly toxic substances, some containing corrosive agents, and some containing explosives. Electrodes were also inserted into his heart and brainstem...

In short, Belial felt that if Dongxia was unhappy, even a high-ranking true god like the Seven-Eyed God might not be able to save him.

Dongxia sent him to the scene because he offered a small amount of help.

Chen Mo was hiding in the restoration plant in Hanhai City to perform the summoning this time. Since he was not in the area where the psionic barrier was destroyed, the summoning state could not be maintained for long.

In such a single bloodline summoning, the two worlds can only complete one round of communication, that is, one side puts in the offering, then takes out the other side's item, and the process ends.

However, Belial's "Eye of Time" artifact can have a slight effect on it.

The Bloodline Altar has a waiting period while it is loading items. During this period, you can activate the "Eye of Time and Space" and consume Spirit Crystals to perform multiple rounds of information interaction.

It's like passing a note from a distance.

The information density should not be too high, otherwise it will consume a lot of the altar's energy, so simple text is the most suitable.

The general exchange process is as follows.

On Dongxia's side, the words penetrated the paper: "Your actions this time were too reckless. On behalf of the Vanguard Office, Wanmin Pavilion, and Jixian Academy, I hereby issue you a serious criticism! I criticize your behavior of making a high-risk attempt without a clear understanding of the mechanism of action and the overall principle."

"This is irresponsible towards one's own life, and also irresponsible towards the organization..."

Chen Mo: "I was wrong!"

Dongxia: "Alright, but this won't happen again!"

Beria curled his lip, inwardly cursing:

I told you he was an illegitimate child... He might even be the only child born out of wedlock!

After the communication with Dongxia was completed, Belial also had a short opportunity to communicate.

First, we must acknowledge our mistake and express our deepest apologies.

The mechanism of the [Eternal Silence Swamp] was then explained in a concise manner.

The Lord of Twilight also revealed some secrets about the Starry World and the inner workings of the Twilight Tower.

Finally, Beria gave Chen Mo a top-secret coded prayer.

With this secret code, one can directly summon and dispose of the core members of the Twilight Tower.

Belial's control over the Tower of Twilight was linear: he controlled the core members, the core members controlled the middle level, the middle level controlled the perimeter, and the perimeter controlled the temporary workers.

Although this method is less efficient in mobilization, it is relatively safe, as any line can be cut off at any time if a problem occurs.

This is also the main reason why the Tower of Twilight has survived and developed to this day despite being targeted by the gods and hated by everyone.

Therefore, although this set of prayers can control few people, it is extremely valuable.

Beria said solicitously, "I also have a pair of twin maids, whose looks, figures, and talents are all top-notch. You will surely like them!"

Chen Mo scoffed: "Your maid? What would I want with her?"

Beria quickly explained, "I'm a useless paralyzed man, I can't do anything. Don't worry, those two girls are absolutely spotless..."

Is that so?

If twin beauties...

As Chen Mo was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his back.

Oh, right, Liu Shuang is right next to me!

As the commander-in-chief's close comrade-in-arms, top bodyguard, and henchman, Chen Mo never hesitated to summon Liu Shuang.

"It's good that you're here!"

Chen Mo immediately handed over the paper with the prayer written on it.

"I was just thinking that the direct subordinates of the Lord of Twilight are quite important and should be controlled. But these two are women, and it's inconvenient for me to get close to them, and I don't trust anyone else to control them. So, it's perfect that you can do this for me!"

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Belial was indeed a genius.

Besides doing his best to advise the "illegitimate son" lord of Dongxia, he also fully disclosed all the history and knowledge of the stars he possessed.

After passing through the most difficult period of testing, he was even received by the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Xia [Cihang].

After all, he was the first person to travel from the Starry World to Earth in reverse, and he was a very intelligent and capable individual, whose value was immeasurable.

Once Dongxia confirmed this, it immediately provided the corresponding treatment.

Regardless of whether or not one respects another person's physical presence, one must still show sufficient respect in one's attitude.

Beria was ushered into a spacious and brightly lit conference room.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the floor. This was the first time he had seen natural light since being imprisoned, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

"Hello, my name is Li Zehua!"

The commander of [Compassionate Voyage] strode over and extended his hands.

In Dongxia, almost everyone knew the Commander's name, and it was a household name throughout the entire Blue Star. But this alien visitor certainly didn't know it, so the Commander solemnly introduced himself.

The staff member pushing the wheelchair leaned over and whispered something. Then, Beria gripped the armrests tightly and lifted himself up from the wheelchair.

Faced with a top-tier expert, the paralyzed man stood up...

Then, because he was about to shake hands, he lost his hand for support and collapsed again...

"Sit down, you're not feeling well, no need to be so polite!"

Commander Li Zehua casually pulled out a chair and sat down next to Beria.

"I heard that Mr. Bei is over 160 years old. You can't tell at all. When I first saw the photo, I thought he was only around 20!"

Beria bowed slightly, a respectful smile on his face, polite but not obsequious: "Reporting, Commander, you can just call me Little Beria!"

"No matter how many years older I am, in your presence I am still a junior!"

Huh, they're even using homophones for Xia Wen now?
Li Zehua laughed and said, "They all say you are extremely smart, but I didn't quite understand it before. How smart can you be?"

"Now that I've seen it, you truly live up to your reputation! You've really learned a thing or two about the dregs of our Eastern Xia!"

Beria looked ashamed and continued to force a smile.

"I've heard that your Twilight Tower has been fighting against the gods?"

"Coincidentally, so are we. I'm sure you've come to understand this after spending time with us. In our world of Dongxia, there are no gods, or rather, the people are the gods!"

Beria immediately followed, his dimples deepening: "You're right. I think our Twilight Tower should naturally belong to the Dongxia people."

Commander Li Zehua shook his head slightly, his voice carrying a hint of sternness: "However, your route has a problem, a big problem."

"We rely on the people to fight against the gods, while you slaughter the people. This is wrong!"

"Yes!"

Belial's smile vanished instantly, his tone low and earnest: "We haven't received proper education. The previous tower masters were too selfish and acted improperly, failing to provide proper guidance to those below. Over the years, we've taken many detours and made many mistakes, which is truly unacceptable!"

"Fortunately, we have finally found the right direction. These days, I have often asked myself questions, and I am heartbroken and devastated!"

"I believe that under the guidance of Dongxia, the Twilight Tower will surely be able to turn over a new leaf and repent for its past mistakes..."

That's enough for the pleasantries.

The commander certainly didn't believe this guy's empty talk, but the fact that the other party had made an attitude was good.

Good people have their value, and bad people have their uses.

"I heard you submitted a comprehensive plan for connecting the starry world? They all hesitated to make a decision, so they had to push this old man out. Come on, tell me, what are the specific arrangements?"

Beria instantly perked up.

His biggest fear was being endlessly confined to a wheelchair, with no more psionic energy to replenish, aging, withering away, and becoming a living dead.

He must find a way to fully prove his worth.

During this period, based on the information and intelligence he had gathered, he had drafted several plans and proposals and submitted them to Dongxia, but they all seemed to disappear without a trace. He thought that his unparalleled genius was about to be annihilated in this land abandoned by the gods.

Now, the opportunity has finally come.

"Boss, it's like this!"

"The Starry Sky is a world of spiritual energy, while our side is a land devoid of spiritual energy. The connection between these two sides is not only a matter of spiritual energy barriers, but also a matter of dimensional repulsion."

“Our people will need the support of the environment to get there; otherwise, they will encounter strong resistance. If our soldiers cannot withstand it, they will be injured, or even… encounter more serious problems!”

What does this mean?

Numerous theories have previously proven that for interdimensional connectivity, inanimate objects are acceptable, but living objects must be protected.

Moreover, this guarantee is not just one, but two.

Commuting provides one layer of protection, and maintaining this protection long-term provides another.

This is similar to traveling from your home country to a foreign country. On the way there, you need a plane ticket and a visa, and in the foreign country, you need a long-term residence permit or proof of identity.

The same applies to Starry Sky. The psionic barrier that has now been opened is equivalent to omitting the layer of protection during the commute, but if you want to stay on Starry Sky, you still need support.

If the summoner is strong enough, the summoner will provide support.

However, Chen Mo was clearly a useless piece of trash and couldn't support him at all.

If the summoner isn't strong enough, then other mechanisms must provide support.

For example, why do the creatures of the underworld go to the trouble of laying down underworld marks and cursing the earth after they enter? It's to grant the undead warriors permission to continue existing in the starry world.

But Earth doesn't have this, or rather, at least Belial doesn't know how to keep Earth's forces stationed in the Starry World for a long time in a world lacking psionic support.

Based on the knowledge reserves of the Lord of Twilight, it is estimated that if the warriors of Blue Star arrive in the Starry World without protection, they can stay for about 48 to 60 hours in Eastern Xia time.

Two to two and a half days.

This information is extremely important, and Belial's active cooperation is also the main reason why Dongxia is willing to have a deeper exchange with the Lord of Twilight.

"Sir, my idea is to take advantage of the next window of opportunity to wage a quick in-and-out war in the Starry Sky, and completely eliminate the hidden dangers around the Han Hai Territory."

(End of this chapter)