"If God had not given birth to me as a keyboard warrior, my keyboard would be as long as the night!"
A strong wind rose out of thin air, and a keyboard-shaped fantasy sword appeared in front of the scriptwriter.
In the smoke and dust blown up by the strong wind, he tried hard to straighten his body, which was bent due to aging, and wanted to face his enemy with the most perfect posture.
The script writer saw several evil fireballs flying towards him in strange arcs in the air.
He saw chains of evil energy filled with blasphemous and chaotic power bypassing Wu Ming and outflanking him.
Seeing the corrosive and filthy runes distorting the environment in the room, the wall gradually curled up and fell off, turning into decay.
Seeing Wu Ming's head-on collision, the clerk flew up into the air, twisted his body violently with the force of hitting the ceiling, stretched out a finger towards him, and ejected a burst of mana that could make energy chaotic and out of control.
Just a glance at the scriptwriter was very sure that no one could survive these attacks - it didn't even need the following rune attacks, fel fireballs and fel chains to hit the target, just that one attack that could break all spells. The burning of mana was enough to burn out the remaining fire of his life.
But before these attacks hit him, he had already quickly typed a line of words on the keyboard.
"He hid in the network. The scribe's attack passed through the target and had no effect."
If a psyker wants to achieve the feat of manifesting his fantasy and modifying reality, he cannot only use his fantasy tentacles to attack the blind spots of others' minds and forcibly establish a common understanding.
The tentacles of fantasy manifested in mid-air the words he left on the keyboard. The shared cognition scribe met his eyes, and the moment he saw this line of words, it was established!
The script writer's solid figure quickly became illusory and unreal. At the same time, his clothes and image also changed. He was dressed in black and wearing a large cloak, and his appearance changed from a rickety old man who was about to die to a tool. Yu Xuanang, a high-spirited young man.
Immediately afterwards, the mana burning carrying chaotic and disordered energy easily penetrated his body. After opening a large hole occupying half of his body like a cloud, it sank into the floor behind him without losing momentum. middle.
It's just that the clerk's burning mana, which can break through all kinds of magic, has no effect. The big hole opened in the script writer's body has no bleeding, and no torn flesh and blood tissue can be seen. It's like hitting an illusory holographic projection. Likewise, this big hole only lasted for a moment in his body, and then quietly retracted and regained its integrity.
The Corruption Runes, Fel Fireballs and Desecrated Chains that followed just like Mana Burning did not have the effect that the scribe imagined.
The black cloak worn by the scriptwriter showed no trace of corruption. The fireball that exploded in the room only damaged the table, computer and multi-screen behind him, and the blasphemy chain was completely thrown away, not hitting it at all. A sense of physical reality shot right through him.
"In real life I'm submissive, but online I'm aggressive!"
Another piece of text prepared by the fantasy tentacle appeared in front of the scribe's eyes, and a new common understanding was established again.
Wu Ming had not yet recovered from the sudden beating he received as soon as he stepped out of the teleportation light screen, and the series of unexpected events in which the clerk failed to stop the car and hit the shield head-on, then flew up to the ceiling. In the room The environment has changed again.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, weapons without any special appearance appeared from the void, and in the blink of an eye, the whole room was densely surrounded.
"Damn! Am I diving headfirst into the fucking king's treasure?"
After each weapon materializes, it will appear with the faint sound of human voices and typing on the keyboard, echoing in the room for a long time.
"NMSL!"
"Why are you such a stupid kid? Is your brain underdeveloped?"
"You don't even need to pee and take pictures, what do you really look like!"
"Coward - if I had been here at the time, I would have definitely stood up for this kind of thing, you bunch of shameless cowards..."
"Looking at her like this, she is not serious. She might be doing something shameful behind her back..."
"Hey! Let me tell you something. I heard that XXX used to be..."
Every insult, invective, slander, smear, contempt, word that tramples on the dignity of others, and malicious rumors spread wantonly without verification are all guided to constitute a weapon.
Unreasonable and without reason, these are all insulting words spoken in order to elevate oneself, put oneself on the moral high ground to gain satisfaction and satisfy one's own ridiculous vanity.
The script writer collects these and uses them for his own purposes, turning them into weapons!
Seeing the sudden change in the surrounding environment, the scribe subconsciously turned her head away from looking at the words formed by the fantasy tentacles to avoid triggering common cognition. However, she did not expect that no matter where she turned her eyes, she could see the wriggling translucent fantasy tentacles. .
The clumps of fantasy tentacles wriggled into words again.
"Words and words can hurt people, so just die here..."
The verbal violence turned into a physical attack at this moment. The scriptwriter dressed in a black cloak looked like a knight, raised one hand and waved lightly, and turned his sword, gun, sword, halberd, ax and hook in unison, aiming at the clerk in the center and the ones beside him. Wu Ming, who was innocently affected, was ejected!
The knife and long sword closest to the clerk first pierced her lower abdomen and thighs. Blood slowly flowed out from the wounds. At the same time, ridicules and abuses rang in her ears, hammering her every word like a heavy hammer. On her mind.
"Hahahahaha! There are actually succubi in the world who can't use charm!"
"Succubi should make full use of their role as succubi and dedicate themselves to serving others to gain protection. What kind of fel magic can you learn? Do you still want to be the first succubus demon lord in history? Your parents died in the hunter The child born from the idiot in your hands will also be an idiot, and such idiots should die immediately!"
Relevant memory fragments also emerged one after another. Those were the memories that had been buried in the deepest part of her brain and were almost forgotten.
Countless times, he was ridiculed by other extraordinary creatures because he fought against his deepest instincts and refused to use charm.
Countless times, I was scolded and insulted because of my efforts that were not in line with my status as a succubus.
——No... Mom and Dad told me that as long as we work hard, we can definitely change! There is no reason why succubus should rely on charm and dependence on strong people to survive!
The clerk let out a hysterical silent roar in her heart, but in response, more weapons hit and pierced her body.
More painful memories of reality poured out, flooding the clerk's field of vision in an instant like a tide.
However, the reality is that she needs to put in more effort and energy to achieve what other demons can easily achieve.
The past experiences were tormenting her, and the constant replay of the memories that revealed her trauma made her feel like she was in an endless hell. The feeling in her hands and feet was gradually disappearing. In the end, she was bumped into a ball, which was not considered soft, but it was still. Not on something hard like a cold floor.
In a daze, the clerk seemed to see the back of Qin Mian wearing a white coat.
"President...Am I really wrong?"
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"The succubus is a GET!" Wu Ming waved his hand and threw the unconscious scribe into the holding space and locked him up first. Then he pulled out the cursed dagger that had pierced his shoulder when he lifted the shield to save the scribe, " Damn it, it’s your turn now!”
A broad palm grabbed open the layers of camouflage in the void, and under the calculation guidance of the auxiliary device, firmly grasped the head of the scriptwriter who was typing passionately on the keyboard, and pulled it out of hiding.
The majestic and high-spirited young man in black suddenly vanished into thin air. A stooped, shrunken little old man with all his teeth and hair falling out and unable to even stand appeared in front of Wu Ming.
After seeing clearly the appearance of the scriptwriter, Wu Ming was obviously stunned for a moment, and said in a stupefied voice: "You scriptwriter is not kind... Is the beauty filter turned on a little too much?"
