In the hot summer, cicadas screamed loudly on the trees outside. Although the cold wind in the air conditioner was whistling and the teacher was very excited on the podium, the students below inevitably had polarization.

Some people supported their chin with their hands, kept yawning, blinking their eyes, forcibly expelling their uncontrollable sleepiness, while others simply lay on the table, gave up resistance and made a slight snoring, but for Du Yuqi, it was completely independent of the two.

He is a junior at the National Western University School of Medicine. He looks very depressed. He has clear red scars on his face and neck. He even has traces of burning flames. He has white straps wrapped around his forehead and a clear smell of potion. He looks like he had just encountered a serious car accident not long ago.

For some reason, Du Yuqi's expression looked a little desperate, as if he had just been sent a good person by a girl. At this time, he seemed to be listening listlessly, but in fact, the focal length of his eyes had already been 30 centimeters on the table in front of him.

In fact, even the yawning classmate sitting next to him thought there was nothing but a book of "anatomy", and even if you touch it with your hands, you would definitely not be able to touch anything else.

However, for Du Yuqi, there was a very strange small object there, which looked full of prehistoric, strange and mysterious aura, which was quite similar to the legendary altar!

The appearance of this altar is very strange, probably the size of a washbasin, and the shape is the shape of a monster claw that stretches out from the void and extends to the sky. The muscles and bones are protruding very clearly, appearing blood-red. From time to time, strange lightning will appear around it, constantly dying.

The claws only have three toes, and the black and sharp nails stretched out very long. The surface is even more thick dark green dense scales. After seeing them, a primitive and wild feeling arises from the heart. In the center of the claws facing upwards, there is a strange symbol. This symbol seems to be words or marks, which makes people feel solemn and awe in their hearts when they see them.

Every time this altar appears, it will resonate strangely with a mysterious red scar on Du Yuqi's chest. It is estimated that this is why Du Yuqi can see and touch this thing, while others completely ignore it as air.

Suddenly, the claw-shaped altar made a slow clenching action, and a light shone through the gap in its clenched fist. Finally, it turned into a few black things, and a piece of information naturally emerged from the depths of Du Yuqi's mind:

"Talakuda member Fei Ye sacrificed five pieces of toasted black bread, hoping that creatures could accompany her in a short ordinary battle, contract type: slave."

"Do you want to respond to this summon?"

With the emergence of this information, the claw-shaped altar in front of Du Yuqi opened again and returned to its previous shape. Five pieces of toasted black bread appeared in his palm. This thing was more like a brick than bread. It looked dry and had no appetite. It was probably the teeth that were removed from it.

About a minute later, the five pieces of hard black bread slowly disappeared, as if they were evaporating into the air, and a piece of information appeared again:

"The little Crick of the Heddle clan responded to the call of Tarakuda's member Fei Ye, and the contract between the two parties was successfully established."

After about ten seconds, the claw-shaped altar was clenched again, and then opened it, and an old badge that looked a bit tattered appeared in the palm of his palm.

"Summoner of the Demon Society: Li Lan sacrificed a seal from the magician Lynn, hoping that any creature could respond to her summoning, contract type: equality."

"Do you want to respond to this summon?"

Du Yuqi's eyes rolled and looked at the seal blankly. Although it looked tattered, it looked quite historical. It looked like an antique that was old. It was probably worth a few more money, at least it was much better than any black bread.

However, after a full hundred and twenty seconds, there was no response, so the badge disappeared directly.

"The summoned creatures were not interested in this sacrifice. This summoning failed and the mana value of the summoned apprentice was reduced..."

Next, another thing appeared on the altar:

"Pante, the priest of the GBL sect, sacrificed a hard horn of the Minotaur."

"It was stormy outside, and the meat of the ice tiger was stewed on the fireplace. But there was no firewood at this time. I hope to have a random fire element to squat under the stove for an hour. Thank you very much."

"Pante designated to summon a fire element to assist in cooking, requiring a gentle personality to endure loneliness."

"The first fire element (Immortal) of the Yad Flame clan responded to the summon."

“……”

Immediately afterwards, the altar repeatedly clasped and opened its movements. A unique stick appeared in the light, and there was a crystal that looked crystal clear, like red agate.

"Elder of Natural Will: Black Mos sacrificed a small red crystal piece, an ink bamboo oriental stick (crystal electric high-energy version), and designated to summon the Qinggoblin warrior, and required to reach the second level of strength or above, and master the following core abilities: continuous throwing, ice bomb technique. Contract type: slave."

"There are more than ten Qinggoblins who meet the conditions to respond to the call, so the five strongest ones were selected to be selected for the summoner Hemos to choose."

...

Seeing the crystal clear red crystal block, like red agate, Du Yuqi was immediately reminiscent of painful memories. He inserted his fingers into his hair, leaned his forehead tightly on the desk, and his whole body was trembling slightly, and he said in a moaning voice for a while:
Chapter completed!