The God Summoner is rubbish? I will summon Pangu!

Chapter 82: Holy Lady of the Holy See
At the same time, the Internet exploded.

"Oh my god, how many mythical characters can this kid summon at the same time!"

"Adding the ten before and the five now, there are fifteen mythical figures in total, right?"

"No, the first ten beasts and the three behind them seemed to be summoned with blood essence. Only those two were summoned with their own blood essence."

"Then do you think he can continue to summon?"

"Who knows? After all, this guy is the only one who can summon mythical characters."

"Why call me kid? He's my real dad!"

"Where's my moral integrity? Where's my face? Where's my real father?"

"But then again, is this [God Summoner] really just an SSS-level job?"

"I just want to know where his mythical blood comes from!"

"I want to know why he is the only one who can summon mythical creatures."

"There are so many people who want to know, but who dares to search his soul? There are three Heavenly Lords standing behind him!"

"However, this [God Summoner] should be the strongest SSS-level profession in history. Killing two Grandmasters and more than ten Platinum-level masters with a silver level, what other SSS-level profession can do this?"

“I wonder what kind of demeanor the [God Summoner] will have when he reaches the Heavenly Venerable Realm…”

On the Internet, people were talking about it, and most of them wanted to know why Mo Lang was able to summon mythical characters and where he got the mythical blood from.

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Western Holy See.

As the largest force in the West, they also released an SSS profession [God Summoner] who can summon Western gods!
"Saint, what do you think of the Dragon Kingdom's summoner?"

In the solemn and dignified church, the sunlight shines through the stained glass, casting colorful light and shadows.

A young girl in a pure white robe knelt quietly on the cold stone floor, her knees pressed tightly against the ground, her long golden hair falling on her shoulders like a waterfall.

Her eyes were filled with piety and awe as she stared at the figure tied to the huge cross in front of her.

The girl clasped her hands together and pressed them tightly against her chest, as if she was telling the gods her deepest prayers.

The girl was very beautiful, with golden hair falling softly on her white shoulders, as if shining with a divine light.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, like a carefully carved work of art, with a pair of blue eyes as blue as gems, clear and bright, revealing endless piety and purity.

She was wearing a white robe that fitted her graceful figure, highlighting her perfect body curves.

Her towering breasts were faintly visible under her robe, her slender waist could be held in one hand, and her perky buttocks showed a different kind of charm.

Her legs were long and straight, and she exuded an elegant temperament even when she kneeled on the ground.

She is like an angel descended to earth, with a unique blend of holiness and charm that makes people involuntarily attracted to her.

If Mo Lang saw this girl, he would definitely say, "You are very suitable for the nun's uniform."

The person asking the question was the old man standing behind him.

The old man looked to be about eighty years old. He was tall but slightly hunched.

He wore a gorgeous and solemn triple crown, inlaid with dazzling gems, which sparkled in the light.

She was wearing a snow-white robe embroidered with delicate and mysterious religious patterns in gold thread, which fluttered gently in the wind.

Around his neck he wore a heavy gold cross necklace inlaid with rubies, highlighting his supreme status.

His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his eyes, though somewhat cloudy, occasionally still flashed with wisdom.

The silvery hair was sparse but neatly combed, exuding a solemn aura of having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"I have never fought against him, so I don't know."

The girl stood up and looked respectfully at the old man behind her, the current Pope.

"But if there is a chance, I really want to fight him." The girl continued with some anticipation.

"Fortunately, there is no gap in our Western mythology, and as long as we get the approval of the gods, we can summon them out. It seems that the gods are looking after us."

The old man stretched out his fingers and tapped his forehead, chest, left shoulder and right shoulder respectively, and then made a prayer gesture. At the same time, geniuses from various countries also watched this video, and a strong fighting spirit rose in their eyes.

They hope to meet in the World Series.

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The person at the center of the discussion was currently in the dormitory cooking snail noodles for his sister and Shen Qinxin.

"Brother-in-law, no, Brother Shen's snail noodles are really delicious, don't you want to eat it?"

Mo Lang asked as he looked at Shen Yicheng, who was standing on the balcony with two pieces of toilet paper stuffed in his nose.

To be honest, Mo Lang was very happy that the snail noodles were preserved.

Because he is a loyal fan of snail noodles.

I also like to eat stinky tofu.

But for some reason, he doesn’t like durian, which smells bad but tastes delicious.

"I don't want to eat it, you guys eat it."

Shen Yicheng still felt it smelled very bad and couldn't help but pinch his nose and said.

three days ago.

Although the Ten Evils summoned by Mo Lang were very powerful, the two masters and a dozen platinum powerhouses fought desperately and still managed to hold back the mythical figures summoned by Mo Lang for a minute or two.

During this period, nearly a hundred gold-level masters from the Lu and Tang families joined forces to besiege Mo Lang. At the critical moment, Shen Qinxin and Shen Yicheng appeared.

Also appearing are Zhou Zhennan, the unexpected Qi Muchun and Mo Li.

All they said was: "Don't die at the hands of these people before I defeat you."

Mo Lang said nothing about this, just shrugged.

What Mo Lang didn't expect was that Shen Yicheng, who had been lying in bed for ten years, did not lose strength but instead improved by one level, reaching the strength of Platinum Eight Stars.

According to Shen Yicheng, the reason why he was able to upgrade one star was thanks to the power contained in the drop of demon blood.

Mo Lang didn't say much about this, but he used up all the blood and essence of the king-level demon, and only then did he win the battle.

It can be said that Mo Lang has now used up all his cards.

But when he was about to go to the three families' treasure houses, the Demon-Suppressing Army appeared and emptied all the treasure houses of the three families.

Whenever he thought of this, Mo Lang gritted his teeth in hatred.

However, when he thought that the Demon-Suppressing Army had not pursued him, Mo Lang endured it.

"Brother Mo, what are your plans for the future?"

Shen Yicheng decided to follow Mo Lang, so he wanted to ask Mo Lang what his plans were.

"Let me consolidate my strength first. After all, I'm improving a little too fast. I'll also try to reach the Gold Realm. Hopefully, I can get first place in the college competition in three months and get some scholarship from the school."

Mo Lang said as he slurped the noodles.

"Okay, I'm planning on exercising a lot and getting my body adapted to new situations." Shen Yicheng nodded and said.

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Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The much-anticipated competition among the four major colleges has finally arrived.

They hadn't expected it this much before.

But this year is different, there will be three SSS-level professionals participating in the competition!
Once you miss this opportunity, you will never have the chance to see it again.

Therefore, Shaocheng's largest competition square was crowded early on.

At the same time, this also involves an extremely precious place in the secret realm - the Flower-Fruit Mountain Secret Realm!

(End of this chapter)