Age of Adepts Chapter 1286: Spirit Fantasyland
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The moment grey-skinned mouse emerged, the multi-eyed monster rushed out uncontrollably.
Slowing Beam ...
Aging rays ...
Weak Aura ...
Three gray lights fell on the grey-skinned mouse almost in succession, giving it a tiny layer of gray light on its tiny body. Until the other party was no longer able to move on the floor, the multi-eyed monster moved the bulky body to its side, wrapped it with an eye-stem and wrapped it into the huge, prickly mouth in front of it.
A grey-skinned mouse doesn't even have the qualification to plug the teeth with a calf-like multi-eyed monster, but that **** smell has made him very satisfied.
Crimson long tongue stretched out, licking the last bit of flesh and blood stains in the gap between his teeth, and then he moved back to where he was, limping around and lying down comfortably.
Where does it know that, within the five or six fingers that it left off, an emerald snake that is not too long moves quickly to the wooden door, and then squeezes it in gently.
There are two people in the room, one lying and one standing, both men.
Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man wearing a Adept robe. He saw that his face was pale, his lips were purple, his skinny chest fell together, and his breathing was a little short. The other man was slightly obese. Although wearing a fine aristocratic costume, he looked messy due to lack of care.
Adept lying in bed apparently has lost consciousness and is in a coma. So the male nobleman could only walk around the room anxiously, and couldn't help sighing every time he came to the bed to see his companion look unconscious.
Sneaking into the house secretly, the Spara did not appear suddenly, but lurked into a dark corner of the house, silently looking and observing everything here.
She is now expensive as Third Grade Blood Adept, but not a rookie in the world.
In front of him, the male aristocrat is no different from the Antonel described in the intelligence from body to appearance. However, for some reason, when Spara bets on the opponent's body, there is always a kind of uneasiness from the heart.
It seems that a **** is looming to her in the dark ...
What's wrong with it?
Could it be that the sneak in was so smooth that you suspected of being a ghost?
Or is there something you missed?
Spara closed her eyes immediately and began to replay in her mind every move and every detail after entering this small building.
With her Spiritual Force of Third Grade Blood Adept, it is enough to re-filter the whole process like a 360-degree panoramic camera without difficulty and omissions.
Wuji, Spara's body shook and seemed to understand something.
She drilled out of the hiding place without hesitation. The whole body quickly changed back into a human form in the rising red mist. Ignoring the horrified Crimson Archduke Antonel, which was frightened backwards, exclaimed: "Marilyn Mona , Here is your spiritual illusion! I have already come to Spara, are you going to continue to deceive? "
The Antonel, who was scared by the changes in front of me, screamed in surprise: "You ... you are Lord Spara ... You are here to save me ... Master, please take me away!"
Crying and crying, the other party hurriedly rushed over.
Spara's face flashed sharply. As soon as he raised his hand, a red mang directly penetrated the Antonel's skull, and opened a penetrating large hole from the forehead to the back of the skull.
The opponent's body suddenly froze, and his face softened and fell slowly.
Regarding the death of the rescue target, Spara does not seem to care at all, but silently condenses strength, waiting for the arrival of the soul Warlock.
Finally, a sweet and elegant female voice echoed in this space.
"I'm really curious, how did you see through this illusion ... Dear Spara, can you satisfy my curiosity?"
With the appearance of the female voice, the whole room started to appear strange and mysterious like a cold wind.
All the colors in the room are losing ...
Dark colors The old walls and floors are peeling and peeling quickly, exposing the hollow gray material below. All the furniture in the room, along with the unconscious Adept lying on the bed and the **** corpse lying on the floor, began to fade quickly, leaving only gray outlines of objects.
But the Antonel corpse lying on the ground is not a complete body. With the peeling of color and camouflage, it reveals its true colors.
Venom monster ...
A jelly-like weird man with stink-like pus.
In its almost translucent body, there is a black spiked hard spike. It is conceivable that if Spara just brought it close, maybe the venom spit and stinger attack were waiting for her.
The scene in front of me is full of flowers, everything is vanish without trace, and Spara returns to its original position in an instant-at the entrance of the lobby on the first floor.
The Ralph's stagnant stasis remained motionless in place, and she, Spara, was still in the form of Vampire Bat, maintaining the posture of climbing outwards from his robe.
Spara was shocked, and then I came to understand. The emotion and the smuggling process just existed in the dream. However, how can I be sure that this scene is true now?
Spara never dare hesitate anymore, and flew up, the violent blood attribute energy broke out, creating a **** area around the body.
Sure enough, the scarlet area is full of turbulence. The hall scene that just thought it was shaking again and again, the wooden floor beneath it suddenly shattered and began to fall continuously.
There is a void below the floor, and you can see a sea of dark red fire spreading quickly. But before the sea of fire burned to the feet of Spara, this mysterious world was broken by the violent blood attribute energy.
When the illusion is broken, the world in front of Spara begins to jump quickly again.
This time she suddenly appeared in an empty and mysterious hall. A young and beautiful Sorceress approached her step by step, while holding a black wooden thorn with a green luster on the tip.
It looks exactly like the stinger in the previous Venom Monster.
"How many times do you plan to apply the same illusion? Give it to me ..." The last word "Broken" has not been exported yet. Spara suddenly stunned and yelled: "Asshole, dare you lie to me ..."
Unfortunately, she understood a little bit late.
The beautiful Sorceress close at hand is not phantom, even the stinger in it is real. Taking advantage of the Spara blood attribute energy-dispersed neutral position, the opponent's slender hand lifted, and the black wooden spine immediately stuck on its Waist side.
The poison stabs into the body without any pain.
Spara was frightened, his hands turned into claws, and dozens of bloodstains swept at the other side.
Unfortunately, the opponent did not give her a chance to attack, and she fled back immediately after a successful blow, and lay out had layers of mental barriers behind her while she retreated.
When the Spara breaks through all the barriers and rushes out, the scene in front of it has changed.
This time, Spara is in the middle of a huge Colosseum, surrounded by all directions, dense and dense, and a large area of scary Witch/Magical Beast is approaching her step by step.
The front row of those Witch/Magical Beast's low roars, spitting white mist, the dull and loud sound of stamping on the stony ground, and the frosty fangs and scarlet eyes ...
Spara was a little nervous, and for the first time felt the chill from bottom of the heart.
She plucked out the black sharp thorns inserted in her waist, and it was not crimson blood that flowed out of the wound, but milky white with a trace of bitter almond-like stench pus. A strange numbness began to spread from the waist to the spine, heart, brain and Four Limbs. Spara was blurred for a while, and the presence of Waist was no longer felt.
"How **** bastard, how many illusions does she create? Which one is real and which one is fake?" Spara growled frantically in her heart.
But her casting magic verification is not allowed at all. Those horrible Witch/Magical Beasts have already screamed deafeningly from simultaneously, and rushed towards her like a flood.
A **** and brutal battle broke out instantly!
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Just as the war broke out in the fantasy world, the body of the Spara was standing still in the first floor lobby of the three-story building.
On her side, there are dozens of beautiful illusions like soap bubbles floating in the air.
And she, in a strange bubble, closed her eyes and silently had a terrible nightmare. Whenever the bubble in which I was exposed suddenly burst, a new bubble floated over and enveloped her again.
And from time to time, some wounds appear on the body of Spara, and bright red and viscous blood flows from it. But Spara seemed to be unaware of this, and still closed her eyes tightly, her eyelids trembling violently, but it was difficult to escape from it.
Of course, Spara's encounters are not all false illusions.
In several rooms next to the lobby on the first floor, there are more than thirty Adept s wearing special costumes crossing their knees to gather Spirit together, holding Spara's Spiritual Consciousness firmly and dragging Deep in the illusion.
The Marilyn Mona Sorceress at the corner of the club stand will send a dozen Witch/Magical Beasts or other Adept s, sneaking into the Vampire shapeshifter in a dream.
It is precisely because of the existence of these real guys that the illusion has become even more terrible!
Assaults in the fantasy, if Spara can't distinguish between true and false, then these attacks will leave a real wound on her body. Once she regards all attacks as false, the real attacks mixed in can cause her terrible harm.
True and false, true and false ...
Sometimes it ’s really hard to tell the difference.
And on the weird Spirit battlefield, the indistinguishable result is ... dead!