The invitation instantly turned into a black mist, and then a figure slowly emerged.
It was a small white ghost, its figure appearing and disappearing, seemingly caught between the human world and the abyss.
"Just an ordinary ghost?"
The group was somewhat disappointed; it seemed to be just a Blessing-level ghost, and it was very weak.
Eli frowned. It seemed that his careful preparations had not been effective, so he sent out another invitation.
After the invitation turned into black mist, a male ghost dressed in a black suit appeared before everyone.
He was tall and pale, with blood-red eyes that conveyed nobility and majesty.
"This is... a vampire viscount!" someone recognized the undead's identity.
Viscount-level vampires are essentially high-profile benefactors.
A hint of surprise appeared on Eli's face; at least this time it wasn't a little ghost.
And it was a highly regarded summoned being! This was the first time he had summoned an undead of this caliber!
However, his smile quickly froze as he realized that the vampire viscount seemed to be acting strangely.
The viscount glanced at him blankly, then walked dazedly toward the church entrance.
"Huh? You come back here right now!"
Eli shouted.
However, the vampire viscount seemed not to hear the summoner's voice and walked straight out of the church.
The onlookers made way for him, and soon the ghost disappeared without a trace.
"What happened? Did the summoning fail?" someone whispered.
"Well, at least I managed to summon it."
Eli's lips twitched, and he threw the several invitations in his hand into the air in disbelief. Several wisps of black mist appeared, followed by a row of undead of various shapes.
Skeleton soldiers wielding giant shields, stiff headless zombies, mummies wrapped in strips of cloth... they're all adorable. Only those at the Blessing or Listening level are considered bottom-tier rookies among the undead.
They foolishly climbed onto the altar, devoured the offerings in a flash, and then followed the summoner like little puppets.
"Sigh, I really don't have any talent in this area." Eli sighed helplessly, and then calmly left the altar under the watchful eyes of the believers.
Phil Gray smiled and shook his head, giving him a reassuring look.
The believers were slightly disappointed. They had thought that the holy son's efforts would summon some noble being from the Abyss of the Dead, but this was all they got!
Marshall's anxiety subsided, and his smug expression returned.
The archbishop said nothing, and simply announced, "Next, Rodney!"
Phil Gray discovered that the order of appearance seemed to be based on the scores from the first game, from lowest to highest, meaning he should be the last to play.
Bishop Rodney walked onto the stage with a worried expression. Even with Eli's summons just now, he still looked troubled. Was he even worse than Eli?
Bishop Rodney chanted incantations at the altar, continuously channeling the power of death. Soon his lips turned white, as if he had exhausted all his divine power.
However, nothing appeared on the altar.
His face grew even paler, and beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
Time passed second by second, but the altar remained completely still.
The believers were somewhat disappointed. They hadn't expected that Bishop Rodney couldn't even summon a single undead. This was quite different from the omnipotent bishop they had always admired.
The elders of the selection committee, however, had solemn expressions and were staring intently at the altar.
Something was off. Phil Gray could certainly sense the elders' seriousness. Was there something amiss?
He glanced at the other children out of the corner of his eye. Jasmine nestled close to her mother, chatting and laughing, unaware of anything unusual.
Marshall was smug, a smile playing on his lips. Although he didn't show it, he definitely held the latter two holy sons in contempt in his heart.
Yi Lai Zhe remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the altar with a somber expression.
"What's wrong?" Eli crossed his arms behind his head, leaning lazily back in his chair, while two adorable little skeletons massaged his shoulders from either side.
Before Phil Gray could answer, a sudden gust of cold wind blew up from the altar, and then a large black door appeared in the air.
That was the Abyss Gate that he knew very well.
The door suddenly swung open, and a huge foot emerged from it.
Bishop Rodney breathed a sigh of relief, his face beaming with elation. He wiped the sweat from his brow, unable to hide his excitement, but also a hint of worry lingered beneath the surface.
As the foot extended, a heavy aura of death swept through the church, but this aura was not pure; it was also mixed with violence and confusion. Elder Sid stood up. "No, this is a lost undead!"
Jasmine's mother looked up, her eyes as solemn as a rock: "Although it is at the level of a god descending, it has lost its way and its destructive power is exceptionally strong. It cannot be controlled by anyone and must not be allowed to appear in the world."
Her eyes met those of Elder Sid, and instantly, two beams of black divine light shot out like arrows at the undead's outstretched foot. The undead cried out in pain, and a roar like thunder came from behind the door. It accelerated its charge, trying its best to squeeze out of the door.
Rodney was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He tried his best to close the gates of the abyss, but to no avail.
"Hmph." Jasmine's mother let out a cold snort, which was as loud as thunder. Her powerful aura erupted like a volcano. She flew towards the door and kicked the lost spirit with the speed of the wind.
"Wow, amazing! No wonder she's from the Legion of the Dead!" The believers who knew her identity as an undead looked at her with admiration.
Elder Sid also flew over like a bird, and the two of them worked together to forcefully push the undead, whose body had crawled out halfway, back into the abyss.
In an instant, the gate to the Abyss of the Dead vanished without a trace.
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, but Rodney, like a deflated balloon, slumped off the altar.
Phil Gray mused, "So it's not that I can't summon the undead, but that the undead I do summon are extremely dangerous."
The archbishop patted Rodney on the shoulder: "Although you can't control it, you still summoned a god-level undead. And it's so powerful that you can use this skill from behind the enemy. As long as you run fast, the undead won't be able to distinguish friend from foe."
Rodney managed a weak smile and thanked the archbishop.
He didn't know how many points he would get for his call.
"Next up, Ilai Zhe!"
The exhausted holy son walked up to the altar, looking unhurried and seemingly not taking the competition to heart.
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