Please Stop Summoning Me!

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The streets of Beland were pitch black, and the nightly downpour showed no sign of stopping. Aina turned onto another street, passing through a dark alley. A dozen people in black walked out without warning. She was startled, then she noticed these people were led by a high priest of the Order.

The old man had a chilling aura in the rain, sending a chill through her bare skin.

"Come here"He first led Aina through the alley and stared intently at the object in her hand, the wrinkles on his face stretched out."A gift from the gods! It has been a long time, hundreds of years since the last one."

This 'cup' belonged to the Lord of Ashes, who gives his own food as a reward for the devout. According to ancient legends, burning blood was an extinct element in the world. When the Lord of Ashes lived here, it had been his food, and it had powers that were beyond human comprehension.

Aina was still afraid, but she immediately held up the divine object like a treasure and said expectantly, "High priest..."

The high priest stared at the little girl, somewhat surprised that she had not fallen into madness, and ran away, and at the same time annoyed at her recklessness.

Beland is the capital of Nolan, where the Bureau of Devil Defense headquarters is located. There were still investigators patrolling at night during the heavy rain. And if they come across them, the divine object that has been scarce for hundreds of years will be lost.'What a stupid little thing.'

The high priest looked at the little girl sharply, his cloudy eyes like a hook, but he did not blame her, "Don't be afraid, tell me what happened?"

Aina nodded, and she excitedly told him what she had seen and heard about the arrival of the Lord of Ashes, his oracle and gift. The high priest felt incredible, listening to the little girl's story.

'God, has come?'

Historically, the Lord of Ashes has only been recorded twice. Each of which had brought drastic changes in the world, the fall of cities, the collapse of nations. If what she said was true, it would be the third time the Lord of the Ashes descends, and his presence is bound to disrupt everything. The world was about to undergo drastic changes.

'This little one, was everything she said true? Something does not feel right.'The high priest's cloudy eyes glanced down, his heart put a big question mark, and he coaxed: "Very good, Aina. You have contributed a lot."

She was filled with joy when the high priest praised her. But she suddenly found that the high priest was staring at her in silence. So, she unconsciously retreated a few steps and lowered her head. She did not understand what the meaningful gaze meant.

'Is the high priest not pleased?'

The container carrying the blood-colored lava was neither large nor small, just like an ordinary coffee cup. But it contained power that had never been seen in three hundred years. Taking a deep breath, the high priest knelt on the ground, his trembling hands reaching to take the container of blood-colored lava from Aina's hands.

There was a record that a heretical sect in a small eastern town used the blood of gods as a medical method. Causing miracles, saving many people, and eventually creating heretic-fake gods.The Chaos Embers Order also contains records of making 'Child of God' by injecting 'Burning Blood.' He said to himself, "We can use similar ideas to create a real son of god."

Holding the container, the priest slowly rose and looked at Aina, his eyes gradually growing hot, causing Aina to step back in fear.The right candidate was clear, and she would be the first one to undergo the operation.

Nine out of ten operations to make the Child of God could lead to death, but the high priest did not care about her life or death.

He did not believe that God would give an oracle "She must live." After all, no one knows the Lord of Ashes better than him.

The 'oracles' she said were probably made up by her. After all, the Lord of Ashes is a powerful existence that is difficult for humans to understand and has nothing to do with good and evil. It was impossible to pay special attention to a specific person.

Like how- humans would not single out an ant and order other ants to protect it.The senior priest knew the 'cause and effect' of her thought. The motive was simple. She wants to survive and improve her status in the Order.

'It is really a little thing with a lot of thought.'

Aina puts her hands around her chest, her little head tilted up in confusion, her burgundy pupils like shining gems.

'What is going to happen to me in the future?'She was not entirely aware of her future, but she still had little expectation of hoping to live in the outside world. She had contributed to the Order.

'I want to grow up.'

A little joy sprouted from the bottom of her heart. She thanked the Lord of Ashes from the bottom of her heart for giving her the opportunity to change her life.

The senior priest pondered slightly, staring at the coffee cup-shaped container in his hand. "What should I do with the divine object? It is a sacred relic."

It was a precious sacred artifact. It must be hidden and passed down from generation to generation as the noblest relic of the sect so that the strongest fighters and their descendants can guard it forever.