The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

Because the essence of the spell is not to bring the hero's soul back to the present world, but merely a concept in one's imagination, a "spiritual particle" gathered through people's consensus.

If you summon heroic spirits in this way, what you get will only be a distorted individual, not the real person from history.

Similar to if a person loses their memory, could we gather the memories of "him" from those around him who are familiar with him, and then piece together the real him?

The answer is absolutely not; what is pieced together is merely a monster, a collection of desires.

These are still familiar people, but modern people's perception of heroic spirits is even more distorted. Who knows what kind of thing will be summoned like this? So it's not even as good as an evil spirit...

You might accidentally summon Liu Bei, and the resulting spirit particle might be holding a shotgun, looking completely bewildered.

"Call upon evil spirits."

“No problem. Our current spell to summon evil spirits is the simplest way. If only we had a few more months, we could perfect the real Heroic Spirit Summoning Spell. Damn it, I really want to meet Mr. Lovecraft.” Austin said.

Xue Dinglu's lips twitched. H.P. Lovecraft, the founder of Cthulhu, should also be a mystic according to this world's standards.

This old mystic's idol was Lovecraft. Well, Xue's calculations show that the old mystic Austin was probably born around the time when the Cthulhu Mythos was all the rage, which is the mid-20th century.

Cthulhu mythos was much more popular back then than it is now.

Now, they gain power through evil spirits, which Xue Lude does not reject, since the evil spirits they summon are merely aggregates of consciousness and thoughts on Earth.

He only wants evil spirits to cooperate with their actions; it doesn't matter which evil spirit it is.

If Odysseus wished, he could even bring out this intelligence-gathering expert and have them act together, or have Odysseus cooperate with this old mystic.

After the call of evil spirits ended, Xue Lude gave Odysseus the opportunity to possess Birdman A, and the three of them acted together. The call of evil spirits only gave Austin basic survival skills, so that he would no longer need Xue Lude to save him, and at the very least, he could be a good Pokémon trainer.

“Let’s begin.” Austin started preparing for the ritual, with Xue’s Law assisting him in perfecting the spell.

With the infusion of immense magical power, the illusion materialization began its work, gathering a vast amount of spiritual particles according to the principles of the executed technique.

As the light blossomed, the fantasy materialized after the spiritual particles that had gathered the "evil spirit" materialized, thus making everything about that evil spirit exist. However, to the astonishment of Xue's Law and the old mystic Austin, the first evil spirit they summoned was not some strange monster.

He was a thin man dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, looking like a staid old writer.

If you ignored the strange stone mask he wore, no one would guess that he was actually an "evil spirit" created by magic.

"Hello, living flesh and fresh air. I may have come to a place I shouldn't be in." This "evil spirit" spoke first, then continued, "Let me introduce myself. My name is 'Carter,' an evil spirit. You can call me..."

"Love your craft!" A faint red glow emanated from beneath the eerie stone mask.

Chapter 186 The Evil Spirit of Schrödinger's Law

"Love Craftsmanship? Who? Is he famous?" Austin asked in confusion. Why did this summoned evil spirit think it was so famous?

Xue Law: "..."

Evil spirit: "..."

After thinking about it, Xue's Law also understood. The name "Love Crafts" is actually a split of the name of H.P. Lovecraft, the founder of the Cthulhu Mythos. It's similar to splitting "five strips" into "five wood". If you call someone "Teacher Five Wood", most people will not know who it is.

However, this evil spirit is probably just a collection of people's fear of "Cthulhu," rather than Mr. Carter or Mr. Lovecraft.

Xue Dinglu was also stunned, because in his perception, this masked man who called himself "Ai Shouyi" was actually a level 4!

He's not a near-4th rank, but a true 4th rank who, even when his illusion materializes, drains a large portion of Xue's magic power in a short time. In fact, it seems he's not a weak existence among 4th rank beings.

No wonder those corrupt mystics are so obsessed with this power. Wendigo is almost Tier 4, and the masked man they're trying to summon for the first time is also Tier 4. What about all the other evil spirits?

He didn't believe that there was only one near-Tier 4 Wendigo among those fallen mystics; there must be many more evil spirits. Xue Law imagined the enemies he might face: Chainsaw Man? Jason? Skinny Guy? Or the Joker?

Thinking about it this way, Xue's Law began to get a headache. Those degenerate mystics had single-handedly turned the whole world into a world of ghost stories. This time, his enemy might not just be a simple vegetative person, but a ghost story formed from fear.

“Hello, Mr. Craftsman,” Xue Dinglu said, extending his hand.

"Hello, genius who can create such a technique. It's just a pity that I appear in the world as an evil spirit. If only I could appear as a heroic spirit." The masked man stared intently at the other person through the hole.

Xue Law simply shrugged, and the next moment, he summoned Birdman A and then announced the lottery number for the immoral Xiu Si over the loudspeaker.

Soon, the empty shell of the bird-man armor began to move, as Odysseus began to possess the armor.

"Is it another intelligence and investigation problem?" Odysseus knew his own limitations. He wasn't good at fighting. Among everyone here, he was only stronger than Austin, who had just entered the realm of magic. But when it came to intelligence gathering, everyone combined was no match for this scoundrel.

Through the magical contract, Xue's Law can temporarily trust this Mr. Craftsman, and with Odysseus as a backup plan, he doesn't have to worry about the old mystic suddenly dying in front of him.

He immediately set up a barrier and began exchanging the information he currently possessed with everyone.

Xue Law shares information on everything, including ancient creatures, corrupt and twisted mystics, vegetative patients, sacred tree reincarnation rituals, infant sacrifices, parasitic bacteria that infest ordinary people all over the world, and so on.

He noticed that both Odysseus and the old man who loved crafts looked thoughtful. Although they were not from the current world, they were probably more knowledgeable about intelligence than Xue himself.

"For now, you'll be in groups of three, focusing on investigating the fallen occultists and setting up any necessary rituals," Xue Dinglu began his previous instructions. "I just finished investigating the Secret Service, and I'll try my luck at the FBI and CIA later."

There were no problems with the three of them. The old mystic was content to be a tool for contacting the fallen mystic, Odysseus was in charge of intelligence gathering, and the old man who loved crafts was there as a backup for their group.

Odysseus and Austin are both too weak, one is at Tier 2 and the other is almost Tier 3. Xue Law is really not confident in them, so the Tier 4 Lovecraft can serve as a safety net.

"Wait, why don't you perform a summoning of evil spirits? At least we'll have one more mythical-level helper." Austin had just been taught about Schrödinger's Law of class hierarchy, and now he realized how foolish it was for a hero-level noob to try and fight a quasi-mythical.

He thought he could go toe-to-toe with Wendigo, but he ended up splitting open five times in five minutes.

"Me?" Xue Dinglu was taken aback.

He really didn't consider his own side. He is actually very versatile. If he really needs help, he can catch a couple of small animals and then summon the Sky Thunder.

“Since we’re already here…” Xue Dinglu began to set up the ritual again with the old mystic.

They haven't yet figured out the conditions for summoning. Unlike the highly targeted invocation of heroic spirits, the summoning of evil spirits seems to depend solely on "wishes," much like how fallen mystics summon the Wendigo, a traditional monster from the Americas.

Austin wanted to see Lovecraft, so he summoned the evil spirit "Lovecraft".

As for Xue's Law, what does he want?

The magic circle emitted a bright light once again. This time, the use of the illusion materialization ability seemed to be in full swing. Xue Luding desperately absorbed the energy of the earth and poured it into the illusion materialization to ensure the normal operation of his ritual.

What exactly did I summon?

A sense of anticipation began to emerge in Xue Dinglu's heart, along with an intense desire to see his true inner self.

"Then, appear, my evil spirit." A beam of light shot into the sky. This time, however, it was different from the unremarkable special effects of the old man who loved crafts. The sky seemed to be filled with holy light, and it seemed that white raven feathers were falling.

If they hadn't summoned an evil spirit, this scene would have made Austin wonder if they had made a mistake in their summoning method, perhaps summoning something like Heaven or Eden.

However, what appeared before everyone was a giant armored man over ten meters tall, whose body was covered in magnificent armor interwoven with gold and white, and whose terrifying greatsword, more than thirteen meters long, exuded a sacred aura.

Most striking are the enormous wings of light that stretch out behind him. These wings, formed from pure energy, burst forth with light during battle, as if the flames of judgment were burning in the void. His face is covered by a semi-transparent divine mask, and his eyes emit a cold blue-white light.

This scene shocked everyone present, even the old man who loved his craftsmanship, whose mask revealed an inexplicable doubt.

"Wait, is this some kind of evil spirit summoning?" Austin retorted from the side.

He couldn't see any connection whatsoever between this seemingly divine warrior from the higher heavens and the word "evil spirit." At least the old man in his hand, who was known for his love of craftsmanship, was related to "Cthulhu Fear," but what was this thing?

Are there people in the world who are fear angels and heavenly warriors?

"How would I know him? And why is it this thing? I've already done my part by summoning a fake Zeus!" Xue Luding muttered to himself in dissatisfaction.

However, the next moment, it seemed as if Xue Dinglu was muttering softly.

The tall, holy warrior immediately became enraged, his beard bristling and eyes wide, and said, "You inherently evil human brat, I'll personally..."

It seemed ready to immediately raise its giant sword and swat Xue's law like swatting a mosquito.

"Wait a minute..." Xue Luding felt that this habit sounded familiar. He immediately caught the blade with his bare hands. The strong wind made Austin's face twitch. Then, the space distorted, and the entire tall holy warrior was taken back into the consciousness space by Xue Luding.

"Uh, no time to explain, let's get started. Old Austin, hurry up and find some more mystics, their intelligence is the most important. Odysseus, do your best. And old man Lovecraft, their safety is in your hands..." Xue Dinglu hurriedly gave his last instructions, then opened the portal and quickly left.

The speed was so fast that no one around could utter a word before they saw the portal flashing and closing.

"They're leaving already? We still don't know the name of that holy warrior, or what kind of evil spirit he corresponds to." Austin seemed disappointed that his curiosity hadn't been satisfied.

"Let's begin. You quickly contact your old occult companions, and preferably someone you absolutely trust. You get back to work here; I'll discuss things with Mr. Odysseus." The old man of the Craftsman gave Austin instructions for the next steps.

The old mystic began to look for other mystics he absolutely trusted.

And Love of Crafts and Odysseus came together.

"Let's introduce ourselves. You can call me 'Ai Shouyi' (Love Craftsman). My original self was a science fiction horror writer who created a literary work that has been a bestseller worldwide for over a hundred years. However, I am not him; I am merely an individual personified from this fear." The masked man extended his hand. His mask seemed mysterious, like a vortex, making people very curious about what lay beneath it.

Just like the allure of endless unknowns, the hole under that mask could even make one succumb.

Odysseus immediately turned his head and said, "Odysseus, ancient Greek, you may know me."

“Odysseus? The hero who entrusted Achilles with the last book in the final epic, the Odyssey?” the old man who loved crafts asked.

Odysseus was taken aback. He had been racing through the Earth's network for a long time and knew that in official history he was a wicked villain who drove a Trojan horse and slaughtered the city of Troy. Why did this evil spirit say that he was the hero who entrusted the will to him...?

"Wait, what is the history of your world?" Odysseus immediately realized the blind spot and hurriedly asked.

Then Odysseus heard another epic, the story of how the hero Sildires killed Zeus with a stone, and how Achilles returned home with a will. Odysseus was so astonished that he opened his mouth wide and remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he finally said with difficulty, "So, this world is our true future..."

"But which damn bastard wants to destroy this world?!" Odysseus's aura surged, and he could no longer conceal his killing intent.

In other worlds, they might be more concerned with fame, but in this world, it's their own!

It's even possible that your descendants are still alive in this world!

Chapter 187 The Undead Barak

Unlike other heroes who pursue glory and fame, Odysseus embarked on the path of god-slaying for the sake of his wife, children, and a warm home.

He had no intention of participating in the war to kill the gods, but for his wife, his newborn eldest son, and his second son who was still in his wife's womb, he risked his life to fight Zeus.

Later, after learning from Achilles that his child had become king and enjoyed a peaceful old age, he finally felt relieved and fell asleep in the River Styx in Greece.

Later, Xue's Law woke them from their slumber, but Odysseus was actually indifferent.

He thought he'd just play around with his old friends. That was his original idea. When he got tired of playing, he'd go back to the River Styx, lie down in it, and sleep until the end of the world.

But now you're telling him this is the future of their world? And then some dog breed wants to destroy the world?

Damn it, I can't stand it!

Odysseus was truly unable to tolerate it, and not only him, but perhaps if he went back and threw a stone into the Sky Thunder to spread the news, dozens of burly men with arms big enough to run horses would also be unable to tolerate it.

Saving someone else's world and saving their own world are completely different mindsets for them.

Who knows, they might even be able to find their descendants in this world.

However, he quickly calmed down and exchanged some information with the old man who loved crafts.

Afterwards, the old man who loves crafts revealed his true plan: "I may be with you for the first half, but later I will act alone."

"Acting alone? What do you want to do?" Odysseus was taken aback.

This evil spirit seems to be completely different from what he imagined; it is far too self-aware.

“I want to become an undercover agent and infiltrate the enemy’s headquarters. Perhaps this is the best way for me to obtain intelligence,” the old man from Love Crafts said. “But this plan should not be told to that mystic. It will be easier to succeed if he is kept in the dark.”

Odysseus: "?"

Your plan sounds so familiar! Oh no, isn't this a tactic I used to employ? Now, future generations have learned the real thing.

"How can you gain the trust of those fallen mystics?" Odysseus asked.

He had actually considered this plan, but the birdman he possessed was too conspicuous. If he appeared in the enemy's headquarters, it would be like he was shining, completely impossible to conceal, so he gave up.

“It’s simple, because I can tell them that my real name is ‘Gatanothor’,” the old man from Lovecraft said with a smile. The next moment, he removed his mask, and Odysseus saw a twisted conch shell and tentacles.

But he quickly put the mask back on, as if nothing had happened.

Odysseus: "..."

Your mask definitely can't cover those protruding tentacles and conch shell, can it? Can you contort your face at will?

He might know some of the old man's abilities; he's more like a "faceless one," able to change the face beneath his mask at will, allowing others to see any appearance he desires.

In that case, he is indeed more suitable to go undercover than I am.

“Alright, I’ll take care of things here,” Odysseus said.

“Hey, I’ve found someone. He’s someone I can absolutely trust. He shouldn’t have joined that group of corrupt mystics,” Austin said from a distance.

“Let’s begin,” Ai Shouyi said, but her words seemed to have a double meaning.

This newly formed three-person team, dedicated to saving the world, thus began their mission.

……

Meanwhile, Xue Dinglu arrived in downtown Boston, but instead of taking immediate action, he entered the consciousness space and saw the four-meter-tall giant radiating a divine aura.