The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

Green blood was substituted with the juice of green vine leaves, the chicken wings from the children’s meal were replaced with dog legs of the Plague Hounds, and for the main offering, the child’s urine—An Su would use the Bloodsucking Redemption Longsword in his hand as a substitute.

In this array, the main offering was most critical and would greatly determine the form of the summoned creature.

The Followers of Life used virgin blood as the main offering, hence they would summon a Pure Succubus.

Bishop Morgan, on the other hand, used virgin boy’s urine as the main offering, thereby summoning a Shota Angel.

An Su, having used the full blood of a vampire as the main offering, could not be one hundred percent certain of the creature summoned.

"Meow."

Luo Xiaohei was well-versed in creature summoning, and a suitable summoning ritual array was just one part. More crucial was the Priest conducting the ritual, who must have a firm will, a clear purpose, and must have a clear understanding of the creature he wished to summon, ideally with a strong emotional connection.

Only then, these otherworldly creatures would hear the Priest’s call.

A slight error could summon an eerie existence capable of destroying the Priest.

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Luo Xiaohei looked somewhat skeptically at An Su—did this lad truly harbor strong feelings for vampires?

"I stitched together the characteristics of the Succubus Summoning Array and the Angel Summoning Array—" compared to copying, An Su was better at stitching.

"I aim to summon an Angel, she has wings, but at the same time, she is also a demon," An Su said with a calm smile, "I call her a ’Fallen Angel’."

Such high stakes.

Luo Xiaohei shuddered.

Being both angel and demon, that would definitely be chaotic and terrifying. Luo Xiaohei was quite puzzled—did An Su’s magic power suffice to summon such a being?

An Su revealed his purest smile, "Moreover, my feelings for her are intensely passionate and sincere, to the point where I’d remember her even in death, the most profound impression."

What the heck... Luo Xiaohei blinked, feeling quite curious.

[Fifteen minutes left until the end of the exam]

"She is the Fallen Angel who drifts between worlds—"

"A night elf wavering in the twilight and dusk,"

"You are invisible, you are inaudible, formless are you, all things are you, you leave no trace, yet you are everywhere."

"I call for your arrival."

Twilight sank into the tombs of the mountains, the night grew deeper, and An Su laid out all the offerings on the altar. His bird beak mask hid the young man’s smile, hiding his actual expression, and the Alchemical Array trembled slowly, with magic power flowing through the Alchemic Circuit as the sky dimmed further.

The Druid’s device on the mixing stand also began functioning, which was originally provided for concocting Magic Potions but was now being used by An Su for Alchemy.

All spectators held their breath, watching An Su’s summoning ritual.

Just listening to a series of anchoring prayers was enough to know that the otherworldly creature An Su summoned was definitely powerful.

The young man’s hood was blown open by the evening breeze, his gray-white hair flowing along with the sunset, the Holy Light descended here, filling this study, the ritual had reached its climax, and An Su’s feelings and memories had also peaked.

Using feelings and memories as the anchor point, calling the name of that great one from the stars, a name An Su would never forget, not even in death—

It was a creature that did not exist in the Nether World—or perhaps one that had never been modeled in the game.

At the very end of the ritual, all Radiance died down at its peak, everyone held their breath, focusing intently on the Summoning Array, not daring to breathe a word, but in the prolonged silence, they never saw the shadow of that Fallen Angel.

The altar was empty, the night was quiet, marking the transition from summer to early autumn, but the summer’s heat had not fully dissipated, still carrying the unique charm of a midsummer night.

Just when everyone thought the summoning ritual had failed, suddenly, they heard a strange sound, that seductive and eerie whisper—

"Hum~"

"Hum hum hum hum hum~hum hum hum hum."

Everyone was stunned.

Then they saw An Su grit his teeth, reciting the final prayer with utmost intensity,

"Come forth, Dead Mosquito!"