Honkai Summoning.

With the leader dead, infighting among them, and pressure from the Dark Night King, the Crusader Order, which could have lasted for another year or two, completely disintegrated the moment they decided to use this place as Su Mo's "graveyard".

"Your Majesty...we are trapped here."

Since Su Mo rudely smashed the projector, expressing his indifference to the conversation, the room fell silent, and even the sounds outside disappeared.

It seemed that only Su Mo and Lu Ren remained in the entire base.

"It's you, not me." Su Mo didn't even look up, staring at the screen in front of him, his brows furrowed, indicating that he wasn't in a good mood.

The poisoning of the king, to put it bluntly, was a plan specifically targeting him, a plan to kill him. Unlike the joint plan of multiple organizations suppressed by the love lock, this plan to poison the king was devised and executed by only one person—the deceased leader of the Crusade.

From beginning to end, the only person who knew about it was that guy, so Su Mo naturally couldn't have known about the "poisoning the king" plan.

This plan is just as ruthless as the other plan that used the Love Lock to kill Su Mo. That plan directly used Tang You as a pawn, while in this plan, the leader of the cult directly used himself as the "poison."

This old guy somehow got hold of some kind of powder that even he himself couldn't understand. He mixed it with liquid and injected it into the human body. Before long, the person would disappear without a trace, just like they had completely evaporated, leaving not a single drop of blood or a single cell behind.

No matter how hard the leader of the Crusade studied it, he was unable to determine the composition of the powder, and could only conclude that it was not a substance from Earth.

Of course, not understanding the ingredients of a "poison" does not affect its use.

To deal with Su Mo, these people naturally knew his most powerful and terrifying devouring ability. If a monster were to consume "food" that carried an incurable poison, wouldn't it die?

Throughout history, quite a few monarchs have been poisoned.

Another monster from that era, Akatar, was also left half-dead in a similar way and disappeared for many years before reappearing.

The plan was so well-kept that only one person knew about it from beginning to end; everyone else—including the test subjects—no longer existed.

"That guy tricked me," Su Mo thought to himself. He recalled that after the guy died, there was an injection hidden under his clothes, but Su Mo hadn't noticed it at the time.

I never expected that guy would be so ruthless as to sacrifice his own disciple and then scheme against me without hesitation.

Now, Su Mo is facing a major problem: how to get rid of the influence of that unknown "poison".

Completely evaporating a person? That might be the effect for an ordinary person, but it might not be for Su Mo. That day only gave him the feeling of being far away from the world. Other than that, it did not have any other impact on Su Mo for the time being.

But since it's still a "poison," if it can't be "detoxified," it remains a serious hidden danger. If the effect isn't obvious one day, who knows when it might erupt?

There are two ways to detoxify. One is to prepare an antidote specifically for the poison. However, the ingredients of the poison that the old man named "Tyrant's Doomsday" are unknown, so this path is naturally blocked.

The only remaining option is another brute-force method—to increase one's own strength until the poison has no effect on one's abilities, at which point the problem will be solved.

That's roughly the situation.

Turning his gaze away from the last word of the document, Su Mo leaned back in his chair, seemingly deep in thought, completely ignoring the continuous explosions outside and the increasingly violent tremors in the room.

However, Su Mo's indifference did not mean Lu Ren was indifferent. He stammered and shouted with great difficulty to Su Mo, "They...they want to destroy the entire base! They want to bury us alive!"

"I already told you it was you, not me." Su Mo finally stood up, and the lights above his head began to flicker, indicating that the room wouldn't last much longer.

As Su Mo spoke, the lights in the room flickered and failed to keep up, plunging the room into darkness.

Lu Ren let out a strange cry and pulled out a flashlight from somewhere, turning it on.

"Ahhh!"

As soon as he turned on the flashlight, a slightly pale face appeared in front of him, and Lu Ren let out an extremely miserable scream.

"With such a cowardly attitude, how did you even join the Order of the Cross? It seems each generation is worse than the last. Back in the day, even a little kid from the Order would have dared to confront me head-on." Su Mo sighed softly in front of Lu Ren, his condescending tone making one want to punch him.

"I'm leaving now, but before I go, I think I should help you out a little," Su Mo said, stepping forward to the screaming Lu Ren.

The screams stopped abruptly, and Lu Ren looked at Su Mo with disbelief: "You mean you can take me with you?"

"No, I just want to make your death less painful. Choose: an instant end or wait here to die." The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Lu Ren's forehead. Su Mo smiled and said, "I'm such a good person. Five seconds. Decide quickly, five, four, three..."

"No, no!" Lu Ren shouted.

"Oh, then goodbye." Su Mo casually tossed the pistol aside, and a layer of black began to spread over his entire body.

Before Lu Ren's horrified eyes, Su Mo transformed into a black shadow, sliding out of the room like a pool of black ink and disappearing without a trace.

Lu Ren stared wide-eyed at what he had never imagined. Although he had heard of the existence of some special people in the Christian Order, actually seeing someone turn into a black shadow and move through the gaps in front of him was still a huge shock.

"Akater's ability is really useful."

A black shadow on the ground transformed back into Su Mo.

This ability to transform into a shadow did not originate from Su Mo himself. In fact, initially, this guy had no other special abilities besides being strong enough, fast enough, and immortal.

Some of Su Mo's special abilities come from the people he devoured, but completely acquiring other people's abilities is not an easy task.

For example, with Akat, Su Mo only acquired his ability to create shadows, and that was the only one that was preserved. The abilities he had previously acquired from others had disappeared along with Su Mo as he broke free from the constraints of the paper figures.

That night felt like a rebirth for Su Mo.

"However, this is the damned end of the Dharma era. How can I increase my strength?" Su Mo muttered to himself as he got into a black car and quickly disappeared into the night.

Chapter Seven has been summoned!

The car hadn't driven far when a sudden explosion came from behind, and flames shot into the sky.

"Some people always want to create a big news story." Su Mo's expression remained unchanged, just like a cool protagonist in a movie. He didn't look back at the explosion at all and stepped on the gas pedal.

The car's engine roared, transforming into a blurry black shadow in the night as it sped away.

There was nothing we could do; the ground behind the car was constantly sinking and churning, just like an earthquake was happening.

Those members of the Order of the Cross showed no mercy when they struck, and they were incredibly extravagant. A perfectly good underground base was thus turned into Su Mo's grave. Unfortunately, Su Mo, the intended occupant of this grave, escaped a little earlier than planned.

Although I've figured out what went wrong this time, finding a solution remains a challenge.

In a world where technology has advanced to the point that individual power is almost completely restricted, it is not an easy task for a special being like Su Mo to further improve his strength.

First of all, Su Mo can now be described as "inhuman." Although he has maintained a human body, his true form is actually a soul that has merged with that tattered piece of paper.

As for the body that makes up him, as long as there is a drop of blood, or even a single cell or a gene chain, Su Mo can reconstruct his body by consuming the life or soul of other people.

If his physical body were completely obliterated, as long as his soul remained, Su Mo could still be reborn. However, the strength of the new body would revert to that of a normal human, and it would consume a large amount of his soul. In essence, increasing his physical strength wouldn't enhance Su Mo's overall power.

Moreover, in this world that is getting closer and closer to the end of the Dharma era, Su Mo's physical strength is also limited to a certain range. Killing a bull with one punch and smashing a wall is no difficult task for him.

However, it's practically impossible to actually demolish a building with bare hands like a humanoid Gundam.

To truly improve one's strength, one must continuously enhance one's spiritual power; this is the right path.

On the tattered piece of paper that Su Mo had, there was a faint phantom of a chain and a small black shadow. This meant that no matter how many times Su Mo was killed, or whether his body was completely destroyed, as long as he recovered, his ability to transform into shadows and his Heart Lock would remain forever.

Of course, improving physical strength is also necessary.

Su Mo was thinking about inscribing his blood cell gene chain into the fragment, so that even if it was completely destroyed in the future, the restored body would not revert to the state of an ordinary person.

However, there's no rush. On one hand, Su Mo's physical strength hasn't yet reached a level he's satisfied with. On the other hand—that tattered piece of paper is only so big, and the shadow and the love lock have already taken up part of it. If he recklessly devours it, it won't help improve his strength; instead, it will cause unnecessary waste and damage.

After all, this piece of paper is connected to Su Mo's soul. If he were to rashly absorb two opposing forces and cause them to clash, it would be harmful to Su Mo himself.

Now, on the path of improving his own strength and getting rid of the influence of the "poison", Su Mo has two things to do. One is to find some special "talents or abilities", and the other is to complete this piece of paper.

This palm-sized piece of paper was undoubtedly tattered beyond repair. If other fragments could be found or other powers used to piece it back together, Su Mo's strength would naturally increase.

However, this piece of paper was clearly an external object; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so rejected by the world's will after gradually entering the "Dharma-ending Age." It only disappeared now that it had become "its own paper."

Since it's an "extraterrestrial object," it must be something from outside the solar system, and might even be from another legendary dimension or world.

While current technology is advanced, it hasn't reached the point where we can send people out of the solar system for interstellar travel.

Although Su Mo lived a long time, he was never a pioneer or a driver of progress. His life changed along with the progress of the times, and he never transcended the world.

So even if Su Mo wanted to create some kind of super spaceship—he couldn't. He was an ancient monster who had lived for a very long time, but he wasn't a time traveler with future memories and technology.

As for crossing dimensions, Su Mo felt that interstellar travel was more reliable.

From this perspective, finding another way to complete the missing pages is practically hopeless.

"Am I about to embark on the path of becoming a great demon king again?"

In his attempt to regain his sense of humanity, Su Mo devoured the souls of many, earning him the title of Dark Night King. Later, Su Mo stopped this practice and began a low-key life, but his reputation remained. Even though he stopped the mustachioed zombie army from sweeping the world, in the minds of those who had heard of him, Su Mo was still a supreme demon king.

As for stopping the mustache, it was probably out of some kind of domineering CEO-like idea that only I can mess up this world—well, in a sense, that's the reason.

Justice is meaningless, both for the vampire Akka and for Su Mo.

However, even if he devoured the souls of those ordinary people, it would only allow Su Mo to be reborn a few more times; it wouldn't actually improve his own strength. Otherwise, Su Mo would have already broken out of the solar system by now.

Just as Su Mo was contemplating how to improve his strength to get rid of the threat of that "nameless poison," the feeling of the whole world leaving him returned.

You can see that Su Mo's eyes widened slightly, and his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened. If Su Mo were to appear in some animation right now, enlarged phantoms would appear around his body, then disappear, and then reappear, like waves one after another.

"It seems to be getting serious?" The thought had barely crossed Su Mo's mind when he suddenly felt dizzy, as if the world was being turned upside down and distorted. Although his eyes were open, he couldn't see any light, as if they had lost their function.

His body, hands, and feet seemed to vanish at the same time, and he could no longer sense their existence. He could only feel that tattered piece of paper, which was connected to his soul and was even more vital to him than the natal magic weapon in a fantasy novel.

Su Mo was not unfamiliar with this feeling. Long ago, his worst state was just like this, no different from a walking skeleton soldier.

Now—at least they've been upgraded to driving skeleton soldiers, cavalry-level, and quite modern "cavalry."

"It seems that poison still can't kill me, but if it happens a few more times..." Su Mo thought to himself, preparing to recover. In his view, he had been completely torn apart by that nameless poison.

Just then, Su Mo's vision suddenly cleared, and the "night turned into dawn." The feeling of having hands and feet returned to his body, and his right foot was still on the accelerator, the modified engine roaring loudly.

Amidst the roar of engines, Su Mo heard a piercing scream: "Come forth, demons of hell! I will offer my soul after death, if only you would grant me revenge! I am willing to pay any price! Even if it means eternal damnation—"

The sounds that followed abruptly stopped.

Su Mo stepped on the brakes, a strange expression appearing on his face as he looked at the guy lying on the hood of the car, his head covered in blood.

This guy got hit by a car.

"Humph!"

A knowing smile appeared on the face of the blood-covered boy. "As expected of a demon, you don't care even though I am your master? It doesn't matter. As long as I can complete my revenge, I won't care even if you tear my soul apart in the end."

As he spoke, the boy suddenly burst into laughter, a rather unrestrained and exaggerated laugh that, combined with the blood on his face, made him look particularly ferocious.

"Hey, with such a lot of bleeding, you'll die if you keep laughing, won't you?" Su Mo coughed and said. The guy outside the car was laughing so exaggeratedly that it caused the bleeding from his head to increase.

Su Mo even had a slight doubt that this guy might die from excessive blood loss.

That's what he said, but Su Mo remained seated in the car without moving, letting the boy lie on the hood and laugh loudly, while he processed the information that had just entered his mind.

Or rather, it appeared in his mind and materialized directly before his eyes: a piece of parchment stained with blood, on which were written long passages of text that Su Mo had never seen before.

Undoubtedly, these unfamiliar characters did not prevent Su Mo from understanding their meaning. After all, this was information directly fed into Su Mo's mind in the form of an information flow, and its form did not affect the information itself.

“A demonic contract… I’ve been summoned.” Looking at the parchment that only he could see, Su Mo’s expression became even stranger.