The arrow hit the white edge of the space, and the change was almost completely invisible visually. The next second after the action was completed, a crisp cracking sound came from high up.
The image on the dome dimmed.
During this period of preparation and hesitation, no special dialogue occurred in the "video".
After all, this is Austin's memory. He suddenly became unresponsive before, but then he stopped in time, which was of course a sense of measure, knowing that there would be no too sensitive topics for a period of time.
Although she was shocked by the sudden appearance of the mermaid princess in the video, except for the initial shock, Melissa did not continue to delve deeper and playfully poked Austin on the shoulder.
"How did you feel when you walked on the road just now? Can you share your experience with everyone and give you a little bit of advice? After all, you have to experience it this time. First mate, you have to point out some rules for us 'newbies'."
Austin squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "There's no trick! If you want advice, I wish you the same heartlessness as you appear, and I think you can get through it smoothly!"
The words he said were not sincere, but the emotion he expressed through gritted teeth was "full of martial virtue", which was very obvious.
"It's hard for me to say." Melissa shook her head, but she didn't deny it. "It depends on the extent. Speaking of my memory, it's a long story..."
However, after finishing these few sentences, Austin, who was in a tense state of memory because he had just been publicly executed, relaxed a lot because the temporary target of hatred was transferred.
At the same time, Mogan shot down a total of four broken illusion crystals and recovered the remaining arrow materials.
At the same time, he also collected the remaining parts of the illusion crystal that did not turn into dust, but broke into large pieces and put them in his arms.
Mosquito legs are also meat.
"Faced with psychic magic that forcibly extracts memories, the only fixed way is to keep oneself calm. After all, each psychic magician's method of casting is different. It is not just a simple accumulation of magic power, and requires special research."
Lucifer is still a conscientious guide. After finishing the previous work, he warmly reminds us of the precautions.
"Psychic magic uses media as its source and was once a special way of communication. It is different from any magic or most witchcraft that others say. Every psychic magician is a talent that the country needs..."
The only problem is that His Majesty the King's topics are getting more and more off-topic, becoming more and more professional, and even gradually starting to involve some cumbersome nouns with cumbersome pronunciations that are difficult to understand, and even directly using idiosyncratic ancient expressions.
Seeing Captain Blue Eagle's face that was trying to look away, she probably really wanted to say "Master, please stop reading", but this was just a personal emotion and she didn't speak out of personal respect.
Austin looked very cautious, perhaps because he had a deep understanding of the content, and even nodded along.
——This is the greatest respect that the easy-going and irascible shark has ever shown in his actions.
They are now waiting for the psychic magic released by the chain reaction after the illusion crystal as the receiving source is broken. Relatively speaking, Mo Gan is not too panicked.
After all, when soldiers come, they will block it, and when water comes, the land will be settled.
The weapon he has always been proud of is his own reason, so naturally he is not afraid of stumbling in this area.
Logically speaking, this is his strength.
Even if it sounds unfriendly to have someone's memory taken away, Mogan is very sure that when it comes to calmness and self-control, there may not be many people who can match him.
But this time, Morgan Grande miscalculated.
The orange-red fire started from the corner of his field of vision, gradually appeared in his field of vision, and began to spread at a rapid speed.
Not a fire scene, but a more rapid disaster.
Mogan's pupils suddenly contracted.
At first he thought it was a fire magic trap created by sudden transformation, but later he found that this was not the case.
At this time, you can still see other people having more or less abnormal reactions, but unlike him - Mo Gan took two steps back, struggling to avoid sitting on the ground.
But even the other people who were looming in the illusion were quickly covered, making him feel like he was once again in the past that he didn't want to recall.
Time seemed to slow down, but Mogan knew that this was not some time and space magic, but the perception of ordinary people.
Because he remembers.
Now it's just a scene, and the horrible feeling of powerlessness that has remained in my heart for twenty-one years.
This is a fantasy!
Mogan told himself this, but it didn't help, it could only make things worse.
This is his own fantasy.
——Not a coincidence.
He faintly heard the familiar beating sound next to his eardrums, like his own heartbeat, and also seemed to indicate that time was being slowed down and released again in his senses.
Slow and torturous, like standing on the gallows, waiting for the final moment of execution.
"boom!"
The only clear sound was not loud, like a kettle boiling, just a gentle click.
"Buzz——"
After the sudden onset, all sounds disappeared in the process of tinnitus, just like the eardrums failed, and the senses in both ears eventually became illusive, disappearing as the tinnitus weakened.
But there was still a raging fire in front of him, and the real "feeling" filled his limbs again.
Mogan kept thinking silently in his heart, this is just an illusion.
Yes, calmness can solve everything.
But that didn't stop his extreme senses from breaking down all the thick walls he thought were strong.
The senses return.
Human bodies were put on fire and roasted with blowguns.
The air current tore his limbs apart, like a torture.
There is also boundless despair in my heart, my thoughts are struggling but to no avail, and then turn into unprecedented chaos.
Then all vision, hearing, and feeling faded away in the residual perception, gradually turning into a mixed nothingness.
The vision is dark and boundless.
Death comes.
Cold sweat finally soaked through his clothes, and Mo Gan used all his strength to hold himself up and not fall.
He finally saw light again before his eyes.
But to a certain extent, he was able to maintain this state because the fear that surged in his heart made him stiff and unable to move. Let alone respond to other things, he could not even let himself fall down safely.
The half-dragon businessman who looked down on everything except gold coins finally experienced the true horror of spiritual magic.
He died again - in memory.
Even though he spent most of his time and experience making money, Mogan never forgot what happened outside of this, or he just buried it in his heart.
He still remembers his real childhood:
Not lonely, but lonely.
Perhaps the most memorable day at that time was when the teacher at the orphanage held his hand and took him to see his parents' graves.
He listened to the adults' emotional narrations and praises, stared at the stranger men and women in the photos, and knew that they were both buried in the best years of their lives.
Others say that they died with honor and deservedly. They did things that ordinary people could not do in their lives. They were respected and admired by others, so they naturally had no regrets.
But Mo Gan didn't think so.
They did not know that they would die, thinking that they would be able to live a new life after a while.
Just one step away, you missed the dream ending, how can you sleep peacefully.
Dying without regrets is mostly a comfort to the living, while the dead are silent. With this thought in mind, he exhausted all possibilities to spend half of his imagined life perfectly...
Then died.
Different ways, same results.
Originally, he had planned everything to walk on the most perfect path and achieve a beautiful life that was far different from failure or sudden end, but he still walked into the unreachable abyss.
Because of this, from the moment Mogan died in his previous life, invisible fear completely climbed onto his chest.
To this day, it is difficult for him to tell his final encounter, not least because of the reason for the time travel.
More than simple death.
The stories that Morgan saw mainly included a thief, an unidentified bomb, and an unlucky guy who suddenly realized before dying that he had countless possibilities to avoid being killed, but instead went to the road of death.
To sum it up, it’s like a person wearing a safety rope and holding the railing up the mountain suddenly found that the mountain was broken in half.
With only a few seconds left before falling, he could only watch as he collapsed with the rock wall, inevitably dying.
The seemingly invisible poisonous snake in the past should have made him timid and fearful throughout his life, no longer daring to take any risks. But Morgan Grande is not someone who likes to be emotionally manipulated.
He tried to give up his fear completely, but it was not possible. The more he concentrated on giving it up, the more frightening it became when it reappeared.
That does not work.
So Mogan made a unique concession and forcibly twisted his heart.
The half-dragon businessman, who seems to have had everything since he was born, yet insists on pursuing his favorite path, piles up all the unstable factors in his heart in a corner.
It is true that the hidden dangers that exist in this way may suddenly explode due to the appearance of certain keywords, causing Morgan to lose control like when he first met Will, whose pseudonym is Frank, at Pandora Market, but the overall advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
Because being held back by worries about gains and losses is by no means a characteristic that a shrewd businessman should have.
Mogan took a deep breath, suppressed the last turmoil in his heart, and realized the most serious problem.
Psychic magic may have a different kind of restraint on him.
This is not a good sign. But fortunately, at the moment, they are not in real immediate danger.
But this is a hidden danger.
After finishing all the recollections, Mo Gan had a moment to breathe. Just like the process he had imagined before, he looked around, giving priority to observing the changes in others.
But only this time, he was a step too slow, unable to take any advantage he was used to.
The others were already awake and talking about topics they didn't understand.
Melissa touched her chin, "This sound has been repeated so many times. Could it be the result of someone's memory being embodied and released?"
"The broken illusion crystal may also have an effect, but if it can be suppressed, it will not be so obvious." Lucifer explained truthfully, and he did not seem to be affected much.
The strongest wizard is, after all, the strongest wizard.
"That's quite reassuring."
Melissa nodded.
No one wants the secrets hidden in their hearts to be prying into at will, even people who usually seem to have no heart or lungs are like this.
But this time it was finally Mogan's turn to be confused. Although he didn't show it on his face, he still asked in a deep voice.
"what sound?"
"You haven't heard yet?" Austin was a little surprised. He was mentally prepared, and this response should be much better. "But it should be soon. Our recovery state has its own pace, and the influence of spiritual magic needs a transformation process."
"With all due respect, Mr. Austin Claire, you should have said it earlier. Mind magic can awaken people's most profound memories... This may be a more important clue."
Although he was out of his own environment, Mogan still had the previous emotions in his heart. For a moment, he couldn't even control his perfect actions, and his words contained accusations.
But Mogan realized this immediately, and was able to save it in time just like he did after Pandora's market got out of control.
He sighed, "Sorry, I'm rude. I still have some residual influence of psychic magic in my heart."
It is not a good thing to stir up conflicts at this time. Being out of touch with reason is not a good thing, but as always, Mogan found that there was nothing he could do under special circumstances.
Fortunately, Austin Clare paid more attention to the facts and was not aroused by this. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "This kind of spiritual magic guides people's most profound memories? So that's the case... It makes sense."
Morgan suddenly understood.
Not everyone is like me and can absolutely clearly understand what is their most unforgettable past.
This is the reason why Austin didn't speak up to clarify this point - he doesn't ignore the people who help his teammates because of a little temper.
At this moment, Mogan also heard a strange sound, coming vaguely under the guidance.
Everyone present, including himself, had been trying hard to suppress their perceptions of the past for a period of time, so that they would not be captured by the remaining power of psychic magic and thus escape from the scene.
But there is a fifth consciousness here - besides the unconscious mage inspector who is not affected by psychic magic.
The memory held by the consciousness of an unknown location was captured without reservation and spread in the illusion!
But the illusion crystal is clearly only dust. Looking at it, it still shines with luster. And as time goes by, the naked eye can see that from the edge to the inside, it turns into real dust without magic power bit by bit, and then dissipates.
After glancing at it, Mo Gan could only deduce that it was some kind of obsession that was too strong, allowing the memory to use the last wreckage to reveal the final swan song.
But he didn't feel too sorry either.
After all, the powder of the fantasy crystal itself cannot be taken out. It needs a special large-scale anti-magic bottle to contain it to prevent the natural magic from being lost and causing failure.
There are no extra anti-magic bottles on his body, so there is no loss of profits involved, and the remaining powder is not something Mo Gan is particularly concerned about.
As for the fantasy this time, the content is much more general and simple.
There is no picture, only sound.
It was a chant that was repeated over and over again, as if it would never end, describing a journey that would never return.
"We live deep in the forest, listen to infinite wisdom, enjoy freedom and light..."
The loud voice gradually filled the entire green space, like the echo of countless people reciting together. As the mood progressed, it became more confused and deeper.
"Obscurity... disintegration... I don't know where I'm coming from, I don't know where I'm going. If I don't seek a safe place to live, what's the point of living?"
"Sleep...go back...he became a prisoner of God. I went to the door of light, but I lost my way back and there is no way back."
