Sarah, who had been watching indifferently, saw only darkness in her vision. The moment Lu Yu completed the summons, with his body as the center of the circle, everything around him became hazy, as if covered with a layer of opaque silk fabric.
Her extended magical perception lost its effect the moment the resentful spirit created by Carlden appeared. Even though they were so far apart, Sarah could still feel her thoughts being entangled by cold and sticky tentacles, as if she was looking down into a deep field. There was a bottomless abyss, and a sharp roar suddenly came from the abyss. In an instant, human figures were moving, and thousands of twisted monsters with no normal living postures rushed in in various postures.
The resentment, sorrow, and despair of the deceased spread in all directions with the screams, infecting the living with the aura of death.
In order to create the most powerful resentful spirit, Kalden not only sacrificed the tortured living people alive to use them as cores, but also obtained a large number of semi-finished spiritual body splicing products from Sarah. These incomplete souls were irresponsibly destroyed. Sarah pieced it together haphazardly, ignoring stability, just to maximize the burst of magic when it was about to collapse.
It was far more powerful than Sarah imagined.
As another undead pioneer, Kalden and Sarah took a different path. He saw the weak connection between the dead souls and emotions from the hedonistic killings. In order to maximize this weak power, he repeatedly Try it and eventually merge it into a new knowledge.
"I'm afraid even you didn't realize that when the magic circle was activated, you were already attacked by resentment. With your thoughts already obsessed, you are simply not able to respond in the right way."
"Can your current summons really be able to deal with it?"
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A polarizing mist rose from the black wall behind Lu Yu. It was like something shaped, slowly creeping and eroding towards the surroundings.
But since there were no further changes in the wall, and Kalden could not feel the more violent fluctuations in magic power, he chose to capture the thief first.
Another roar of the resentful spirit caused the three coal balls to fall into silence again. Their tentacles that no longer swayed meant that the resentment once again dominated their thoughts.
"That's right, that's right!" Kalden covered his face and smiled maniacally, "This is a creation created by combining the power of me and the pioneers. How can ordinary people escape from that sea of resentment."
As the originator of the wraith, Kalden clearly knew what kind of masterpiece he had completed.
On the frontier of spiritual body manipulation, he was the first to complete the transformation of emotional power, allowing it to exist in the form of interaction with entities.
As a creature that can launch attacks on the spiritual level, the more people hate it, the easier it is to be corrupted.
"If you can, help me erase those two female personalities. I only want the main personality to exist."
Kalden can naturally understand the thoughts of his pioneers. Judging from the various summons used by the main personality of Coal Ball, there is no doubt that the same darkness as theirs is hidden deep in his heart. As long as he can look straight into his heart and embrace it again , it will surely be able to understand the necromancy genre, and even get along with them.
But the premise is... he can survive.
"Not everyone can share the attention and knowledge of the pioneers...so you might as well die."
"Destroy his sanity!"
The resentful spirits rushed forward and embedded the coal ball tightly on the body full of ferocious faces. A steady stream of resentment blasted into the coal ball's consciousness.
At this moment, San Keqiu was sentenced to death.
The cold wind roared, and the storm that seemed to freeze his thoughts slapped on Carlden's face. His eyes suddenly raised, trying to find where the chilling wind came from, but suddenly he saw the body that was originally covered by coal briquettes. In the blocked position, the small door is slowly getting bigger.
Carlden seemed to be admiring an illusion. The fist-sized door suddenly towered into the sky together with the black wall, and the original pattern of the lake on the wall became clear.
They are like the roots of some kind of plant, which are intertwined and clinging randomly, forming a chaotic and illogical aesthetic style. They are also like the meridians of the human body being dismantled and pasted in various places. Carlton can't even change his mind from this moment. Find every trace of the picture that comes into my mind
The correlation is so sudden... so sudden that it doesn't seem to exist in reality.
The outline of the human figure behind the door strangely did not grow in size along with the door and the wall, but maintained its original size. It seemed to be floating, moving forward slowly. Because of the reference object, the speed was like a turtle crawling, which was annoying. laugh.
"I see, I haven't destroyed Briquette's body yet, and it's still providing you with magic power, right?" Carlton realized the problem, "It's such a loyal summon, but what can you do?"
"Your summoner's consciousness has been eroded and annihilated by resentment. He can't give you any orders. You are just a pet that came here."
Seeing that the figure was still moving forward, Kalden waved his hand, causing the resentful spirit to release hundreds or thousands of broken spirit bodies in his body. These spirit bodies either crawled or floated, facing the distant figure in an ugly posture.
Ripples appeared in the dark void, and the spirit bodies disappeared.
Kalden was stunned for a moment, staring ahead. His perception confirmed that the spirit body should still be some distance away from the figure, far from the fighting position.
Is it the visual difference caused by the change of reference object?
Just as he was thinking this, the scene in front of him made him tremble.
The still floating figure flashed onto the ruins of the city-state without warning. It couldn't even be said to be a flash, as if a certain period of time had been forcefully erased, leaving only the image of it arriving here.
What really made Carlden's hair stand on end was that the black shadow in his eyes showed a different appearance every moment.
Or a stooped old man on crutches, or a graceful girl, or a warrior standing with a sword, or even an ugly-looking multi-legged insect.
As a person who has mastered the knowledge of magic in the new era, Kalden has become accustomed to all kinds of strange and incomprehensible things. However, when faced with a summoned object that takes on different postures every time he blinks, there is always a towering image in his mind. , a shadow that seemed to block all light, all Carlton could describe was... it looked like a person.
Forced to admire its ever-changing changes, forced to confront the shadow with only its outline but no face again and again in his mind, Kalden, who never felt any real threat, felt that he had been fooled.
"In the final analysis, it's just a summoned object. Wraith, crush it!"
There was silence.
"Wraith Spirit, where is your resentment?"
Giving the order angrily, Kalden turned around, only to find that he had arrived in an unknown area at some point.
There are no resentful spirits, no briquettes, and no ruins of city-states. There is only a gray sky and an endless, lifeless wasteland.
At the end of the wasteland horizon, the shadow standing in Kalden's mind jumped into reality, still an inconspicuous silhouette in the distance.
Kalden calmed down at this time. It manipulated the magic power to slowly move towards the only identifiable direction in this endless space. However, the black image was always locked away from him. No matter whether he was fast or slow, it always maintained its original appearance. the size of.
There was no sun, moon, or stars. With no reference points, Kalden held his breath and continued to chase. After an unknown amount of time, he looked at the black shadow that still existed in the distance and attacked in all directions in this "illusion" space.
Either he uses the necromancy magic that he is proud of to bombard the earth, or he releases the tamed spirit body in his body to attack the sky. However, everything is in vain. The world does not give him any feedback, and the release of magic is as if he is being suppressed. Swallowed by nothingness, not even a ripple can be made.
"Don't make people laugh. Do you want me to collapse just because of Ququ's hallucination?"
"The magic power in your master's body has its limits. I want to see how long you can maintain this illusion."
"Besides..." Carlton complained, "this illusion of yours doesn't even have the feeling of hunger. It's so clumsy!"
With that said, Kalden stopped struggling, sat on the floor, and devoted all his attention to necromancy magic.
in the derivation.
Strangely, the shadow standing in his mind did not invade again.
Time passed by, and in this world without any reference, Carlden endured his loneliness and emptiness, warning himself over and over again that this was an illusion.
Considering that this is an illusion and its operation is likely to affect reality, he even created a communication circle to transmit information to the outside world over and over again.
Carlden's skin began to show wrinkles, and he carelessly touched his cheek. The obvious wrinkles made him no longer calm.
"You can't fool me. I can kill your master, let alone you."
"Even if you blinded my perception and gave me aging, it would only be temporary." Kalden's tenacity was extraordinary. "You just played a little trick with the passage of time."
In this near-nihilistic world, Carlton drew magic circles one after another. He could no longer speak with full force. He who was once a vibrant young man was now like a withered man, with the Squirrel Man's iconic big furry tail. It has shrunk now, leaving only a limp "braid" with the hair on it missing.
Kalden's heartbeat became weaker and weaker, gradually becoming inaudible. At the end of his life, he was still moving towards the black shadow in the distance. He firmly believed that everything here was an illusion.
Staggering on his feet, Kalden, who was extremely weak, stumbled and hit his head on a stone that should not have appeared in this wasteland. Blood spattered everywhere for a moment, and the severe pain made him curl up like a shrimp, and his life passed away. The coldness made him shiver.
Kalden's vision began to freeze, and he completely lost consciousness before he even had time to think about whether death would end all these illusions.
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"Calden, Calden!"
Two consecutive slaps made Carlden wake up in a daze, and a pink and tender face suddenly appeared in his sight.
"elder sister?"
The out-of-breath sister rolled up a backpack, took his hand, and walked out the door without even bothering to explain anything.
What came into view were villages and towns that had been burned into a sea of flames, as well as squirrel people running in all directions.
The lord's personal guards wore the iconic silver armor and helmets with feathers on their heads, and galloped on their horses with smiles on their faces. When they waved their weapons, three or two squirrelmen would fall into a pool of blood.
Looking at his young body, Carlden suddenly recalled something. He struggled to throw away his sister's arm, without hesitation and without any psychological burden, he threw out two gray mist, turning his sister into bones and bones. spirit body.
"I want to see how long you can last!"
The Bone Guard picked up the machete on the ground and swung the machete at the lord guard's armored horse with an unyielding momentum. However, the knife seemed to be made of tofu and shattered into pieces.
Before the spirit body could get close to the guards who were rushing towards him, they were pushed away by a huge force. Kalden could only watch helplessly as the guards cut off his young arms with a knife, and then they lifted up his shirt like a toy. Lift it up and show it off like you have the greatest trophy.
"No matter how much you torture me with hallucinations, it's useless. Your defeat is certain. Even if you extend my perception of time infinitely, the ghosts I left in reality will still fight. With only illusions, how can you deal with the dead ghosts? The most powerful creation!"
After speaking, Kalden, who had blood in his mouth, was thrown into the air by the lord's guard. A spear was raised high and penetrated straight through his body.
Kalden was not completely dead yet, and the hallucination seemed to still torture him for a while, making him clearly feel that his head was cut off, tied to a horse by the guards, and driven away all the way up the slope.
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Carlden has experienced six illusions. Although he can always wake up in the middle, the real feelings make his heart more and more tired.
Countless times expecting the evil spirits to succeed in reality, he began to curse the summoned objects and the dead coal briquettes.
Even though he is dead, he still tortures himself in such a disgusting way!
After he gets out, he must crush the briquettes to ashes!
"go out?"
The sudden sound made Kalden tremble all over, and fire almost erupted from every pore. He frantically shouted out the name through gritted teeth.
"Coal... balls!
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"Is this also part of your illusion?"
"You still don't realize it?"
"Consciousness, are you referring to the fact that this is an illusion?" Carlton laughed loudly, "Are you, the summoned creature, going to pretend to be a summoner to interact with me now?"
"You may have misunderstood something. The summoned object I summoned has no name. It was born before the spiritual body was manipulated. It is full of my unrealistic fantasies. Because it is too strange, I am also afraid that it will lose control like one of my summons. Therefore, it became an unmentioned page in the summoning manual.”
"Now that the power of spiritual body manipulation and stripping appears, its chaotic power can be corrected and come through a certain summoning method that I have figured out."
"It was so pitiful that it only had a half-length painting drawn by a girl I liked. But I suddenly wanted to give it a complete look, so I scrawled and changed it into what you see now."
Kalden's eyes were splitting as he said, "What are you talking nonsense about?"
"What I mean is, in fact, you are already dead." Lu Yu coldly handed down the verdict to Carlton, "Since you like death, I will let your consciousness stay in this realm of infinite reincarnation forever and enjoy the infliction you have exerted. Cause suffering to others.”
"I have given it instructions and it is very happy and grateful that I have given it the best toy."
"If you can be summoned again, I will take the time to appreciate your misery."
"Carden...if there is no interference from the consciousness of the world, just enjoy it...slowly."
"Until the end of reincarnation."
