[Summon Imp]!

".. NNnnnn!"

In the old classroom, Cheng Sheng stood outside the makeshift magic circle, uttering the last syllable of the incantation.

The hair doll in the center of the magic circle visibly trembled, followed by a large amount of white smoke emerging and rising from the doll, which was then quickly pulled downwards by a force.

Cheng Sheng heard a fleeting scream.

After that, there was complete silence.

"Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock..."

Water dripped from the windowsill, Cheng Sheng silently counted the seconds in his mind.

In a sudden moment, a force surged into his brain without warning. Cheng Sheng groaned and pressed his hands firmly against the sides of his temples.

After a moment, Cheng Sheng gradually recovered from the excruciating pain and began to examine the results of his sacrificial ceremony.

As expected, the Primordial Mark has been greatly enhanced.

Cheng Sheng had already absorbed some of the Evil Spirit before, and after the sacrifice, the growth of the mark became even more obvious.

--That small, gray mark, resembling a twisted seed, has almost completely turned the "base" black, giving it a more textured appearance compared to the other parts.

Cheng Sheng estimated that the area covered by the black iron color accounted for about one-eighth of the entire seed.

"So, if I summon seven or eight more such Evil Spirit and priests, I can advance to the next rank of warlock and officially attempt to summon demons?"

This calculation may not be accurate, and a gathering of Evil Spirit like Qingsha No. 3 Middle School is obviously rare, but that still cannot diminish Cheng Sheng Sheng's anticipation and joy at this moment.

He tried turning to the second page of the Black Book, and sure enough, the foot of the page had risen a bit, a change that immediately encouraged him even more!

"We need to bring the Black Tide more often!"

The apprenticeship stage is arguably the most difficult period for every warlock.

It's like the beginner phase in a game. The truly powerful main class hasn't been unlocked yet, so you can only slowly get through by obtaining some low-level tricks from demons through rituals.

"Only by opening the summoning gate and possessing a primordial demon of one's own can one be considered a true warlock."

At that time, the entire professional scene will undergo a qualitative change, and my strength will also experience a leap forward...

Cheng Sheng, full of anticipation, followed closely to check the remaining spoils.

He vaguely sensed that, in addition to the fragments of his soul, a large stream of information, similar to that during the last human sacrifice, was being crammed into his mind.

After checking, they found they had indeed obtained another... spell?!

"[Summon... Imp]."

Cheng Sheng slowly read out the name of the spell.

It sounds like... something more powerful than summoning flies or something.

"Raw meat, blood, bone meal, sulfur, silver dust..."

"The ingredients aren't hard to find, and the steps are much simpler than [Hell Plague Fly]..."

Cheng Sheng's eyes flickered a few times, then he turned and walked out of the classroom.

He left the old campus. By then, the Black Tide had receded, the Strange Mist on the streets had dissipated, and a faint moonlight was shining down.

Actually, it's still early. The Black Tide Current always comes and goes quickly, and it's only a little past seven in the evening.

He had already received a text message on his phone that the Black Tide alert had been lifted. After walking towards the city center for ten minutes, he began to see some figures on the streets.

Occasionally, police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances would speed by, indicating that something had probably happened somewhere.

This happens every time the Black Tide comes; everyone has long been used to it.

The following time was spent traveling to various places to purchase the materials needed for the summoning...

Two hours later, on the outskirts of the city.

In a sugarcane field that had just been harvested, "Boom!" A ball of orange-red flame shot up from an abandoned oil drum, instantly illuminating the surrounding area.

Cheng Sheng tossed the lighter aside, clapped his hands, and casually walked over to a pile of things nearby.

He loves this world without cameras everywhere. If he wants to do something discreetly, he only needs to be wary of people; he doesn't have to worry about the omnipresent "eyes in the sky" overhead.

Although it was his first time performing this summoning spell, Cheng Sheng handled the entire Cheng Sheng with considerable ease and skill.

He mixed various ingredients into the blood, then poured it evenly over the hundreds of pounds of raw meat he had bought from the butcher shop, followed by chanting incantations...

After the Primordial Mark was upgraded, Cheng Sheng clearly felt that his mastery of incantations had improved.

The strangely sung syllables grew increasingly ethereal and eerie, becoming increasingly difficult for the human ear to perceive, seemingly melting into the darkness, like a nightmare, whose evil whispers could only be heard in dreams...

As the last syllable was pronounced, Cheng Sheng sprinkled sulfur on the bloodied raw flesh at his feet. Yellow flames rose up, followed by a sharp, piercing, terrifying scream that seemed to come from underground.

"Pfft--!"

The heap of raw meat was torn apart from the inside, and two sticky, black lumps rolled out from the flames!

Cheng Sheng subconsciously took a step back, and then saw the two lumps suddenly pounce back onto the raw meat.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The soft chewing sounds filled the air, and in just a few seconds, hundreds of pounds of raw meat were devoured.

The two lumps that had eaten the raw meat seemed to have grown a little. Cheng Sheng squatted down and carefully examined them by the light of the campfire burning in the oil drum.

It's indescribable—it has no skin, no specific shape, it's limp, you can't tell where the head is, there are sharp, dense teeth in several places on its body, it has no eyes, and it's all wet... It looks like two cats that have been skinned and are covered in glue.

What the hell?

Cheng Sheng muttered something under his breath, a thought flickering in his mind.

The two imps that had consumed his blood during the summoning immediately darted off in one direction. They were incredibly fast, their figures blending into the darkness and almost indistinguishable.

Cheng Sheng controlled the two little devils to run around in the sugarcane field. After they returned, he thought for a moment, walked up to one of them, and suddenly raised his leg!

"Bang!!"

One of the little devils exploded in response, while the other raised its eyeless head and looked at Cheng Sheng with an innocent expression.

"So weak?"

Cheng Sheng shook his trouser leg, which was covered in some unknown sticky liquid, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

But soon, his expression turned thoughtful.

"They seem very weak when they are first summoned, but as long as they have enough fresh flesh to devour, they will grow rapidly until they are fully mature..."

Therefore, the [Summon Imp] spell is much simpler and more convenient than [Hell Plague Fly].

However, this thing is essentially a one-time use item.

Maintaining the existence of the imps requires constantly consuming Cheng Sheng's spiritual power. With his current soul strength, even considering natural recovery, he can probably only maintain the existence of the two Abyss Imp for one to two days.

In other words, the extent to which the imp can grow in these two days is the current upper limit of what this spell can achieve.

"Can the food be fully matured in two days?"

Cheng Sheng looked at the cat-like Abyss Imp at his feet, squatted down, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it.

But seeing its disgusting appearance, I couldn't help but pull my hand back.

"I hope so."

Cheng Sheng shook his head and casually pulled a small gray cocoon out of his pocket.

With a gentle squeeze, the cocoon immediately crumbled, the broken shell dissipating like mist.

Inside the cocoon lay a tiny pink maggot, which was none other than Cheng Sheng's last Hell Plague Fly.

Having survived a Black Tide and absorbed a large amount of Strange Mist, the Plague Fly fly maggots had become noticeably fatter and more robust than before, with small orange-yellow spots appearing on their bodies...

Compared to the Abyss Imp, which could grow rapidly in a short period of time, Cheng Sheng actually had higher expectations for this Plague Fly.

"If this happens a few more times, will it evolve?"

What will the evolved Plague Fly become? The Fly King?

"..."

At my feet, the limp little devil shakily raised its head, its mouth full of sharp teeth emitting strange "ga-ga-ga" sounds, like squeezing an inflatable toy...

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