Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 28 Cohen’s surprising move—summoning God!
(Thanks to the book friends "A Garden of Four Seasons Green Pear Blossoms" and "Mingsuo" for the tips, thank you boss!)
In the first-floor box, Modo sighed softly:
"This kid is really good at causing trouble. He did this in front of so many people. Doesn't Raymond have any dignity?
Do you really think all Legendary beings are as easy to talk to as me?

I'm very curious about how he could calm the wrath of a legendary being."

"Miss, shall we take action?"

"Miss?"

Isabella came back to her senses, her tone carrying an inexplicable meaning:
"When did Nephthys become so close to him?"

Mr. Modor was a little overwhelmed by Isabella's bizarre train of thought. Is now the time to consider this issue?

Why did you suddenly mention Nephthys?

But he still replied:
"It seems like they reached some kind of agreement. I saw them talking for a long time at the end of yesterday."

Isabella raised her eyebrows slightly:

"What kind of agreement would make him willing to fight a legend alone?"

Modo frowned slightly, feeling that the lady today was particularly different.

"Um, I don't know about that either. I'll ask him later. The bishop of the Church of Light he asked me to meet has already made an appointment. I was just about to talk to him about this."

Isabella waved her hand:

"Don't ask, I'm not interested in this."

Modo showed a strange expression on his face and asked:
"Should we take action? It seems like this kid can't hold on any longer."

Isabella blinked.
"Oh, hurry up and don't let that bastard Raymond hurt him."

……

Cohen's face was calm as water, and he turned his gaze to Nephthys beside him:

"You are the candidate for the Saint of the Battle Temple. Raymond will not vent his anger on you. Please leave."

Nephthys shook her head firmly:

"Sir, there is no candidate saint here, only your Nephthys!"

First floor box:
"Come back! Let him suffer a little first before you take action!"

Modo stopped and looked at Isabella with a cold face. He tactfully did not ask why she did this.

Nephthys's answer moved Cohen's heart. He reached out and rubbed the girl's head, saying softly:

"Do you have a sword? Lend it to me."

There are also several standard long swords in his "Heart of Eternity", but he can't use this magical equipment in front of so many people.

Nephthys nodded, took out a long sword from the storage items and handed it to Cohen.

Cohen held the sword and skillfully swung it out in a beautiful sword flower.

Cohen did not let Uncle Haoge take action. First, his identity was too sensitive and it was easy for people to have unnecessary associations. Second, he did not want to rely on external forces this time!
Everyone looked at Cohen who was brandishing his sword.

Is the weapon he is proficient in sword?
A profession that mainly uses swords... doesn't look like it.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, many people would probably want to ask what this mysterious young man's job is.

Raymond said coldly:

"It seems that my attitude yesterday gave you a false impression!
You think you have the qualifications to have an equal dialogue with me!"

Cohen skillfully wielded his sword and said with a faint smile:

"You made your choice, I made mine, so why get angry?"

Everyone looked at Cohen, who was still chatting and laughing under the pressure of the legendary level, and couldn't help but admire him.

This calm and composed demeanor alone has intimidated countless young talents.

Isabella's star-like eyes sparkled with an intoxicating starlight, and her gaze never shifted from Cohen. Raymond's eyes flashed with admiration. If the other party wasn't so arrogant, he would really be willing to continue working with him.

Raymond's voice continued:
"I admit that you are indeed a genius, and a very powerful genius!

But what the Demonic Tide Continent lacks the least is genius!
You may be made of gold, but even the floor tiles of the Empress's Palace in the Central Empire are made of gold!

I'll give you one chance. Submit to me and I'll spare your life. In the God of War's arena, even Modo can't stop me."

Cohen stopped his sword dance, looked at Raymond with a playful smile, and asked:
"The Empress of the Central Empire? Is she... a deity?"

Everyone's face turned pale, not knowing what Cohen meant by what he suddenly said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cohen stepped lightly on the ground and exerted force with his right hand.

Then he used the sword as a pen to draw complex runes on the ground.

Soon, several mysterious runes formed a pattern similar to an altar.

Looking at the pattern that appeared on the ground, everyone looked puzzled.

However, Raymond, who was so aggressive just now, suddenly froze, as if he had thought of something unbelievable, and his breathing suddenly became rapid:

"You...what are you drawing!?"

There was a hint of panic in his voice.

The complicated pattern was quickly drawn. Cohen straightened up, looked at Raymond coldly, then pointed his sword to the sky and made a strange and obscure sound.

Even though I couldn't understand what Cohen was saying, every syllable that came out of his mouth made my heart tremble.

My heart seemed to be beating along with Cohen's rhythm!
At this moment, Raymond had completely lost his legendary aura. His face turned pale with horror, his body was trembling, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

The nobles on the first and second floors, who had been observing the situation in secret, could no longer hold back.

Many old nobles who could send Effie shaking three times with just a stomp of their feet showed up.

They walked out of the box one after another, and many elderly nobles with gray hair looked at Cohen's actions with expressions of horror on their faces.

This...this is...

Although the others were confused, seeing the stunned expressions on the faces of the nobles who had been so aloof and calm before, they knew that Cohen must be performing some extraordinary ritual.

For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on the young man wearing a mask and not revealing his true face.

Isabella's expression was completely frozen, as if she had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt. Her red lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she felt it was too shocking, so she remained silent.

The top powers and nobles who had emerged from the first and second floors had the same suspicions as Isabella:

Chanting of God!

This young man is actually calling on God!
As early as ten thousand years ago, the gods of the Demonic Continent rarely walked among the mortals.

Normally, priests in various temples seek help from the gods through prayers.

This is the most common way to contact the gods. To put it in another way, it is like the priests control a telegraph line to the gods.

You can send telegrams to the gods, but whether they receive them or not depends on the gods' own wishes. The initiative is in the hands of the gods.

However, in addition to this method, there is a more brutal and direct method, which is to call on God!
It's like making a phone call!
As long as you don't answer the phone, it will keep ringing!
The gods can only passively accept it.

However, this is only a theoretical method. The reality is that no one would use this method.

Not to mention that "calling on gods" requires a long and complicated ritual that almost no one understands. Even if someone does understand, who would have the courage to disturb a god?
Don't you die?

But now everything that is happening before their eyes is telling them clearly that there are people who really understand and there are people who really dare!

As Cohen's last note fell, the entire duel arena was suddenly shrouded in blood. After a strange silence, the neighing of war horses rang loudly in everyone's ears.

Ares Beacon, the god of battle and war, has arrived!
(End of this chapter)