Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 382: Flying bird

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Bee!

Sharp like the sound of nails scratching the glass, like a thin needle, inserted into the head of Fang Xian.

He pressed his forehead, forcibly suppressed his irritability, and listened carefully to the noise.

Gradually.

In front of him, the phantom black mist was finally broken by some existence.

It was a terrible big bird that caused fear and despair at first sight.

The dark flame is woven into its broken feathers. On the huge body, where the feathers are difficult to cover, irregular First Layer dirty scales grow.

A pair of wings resembling bat wings are now spread out, with obvious deformities, and seem to have been broken from them.

While this huge creature spread its wings, Fang Xian felt the piercing whine of his ears, which suddenly became clearer.

From there, some vague babbles came one after another:

"Flying bird...painful..."

"Wake up... wake up..."

Fang Xian was a little dazed, and the focus of the line of sight was aligned, and the figure of Love appeared in front of him: "I... what's wrong?"

"You suddenly fell into delirium just now, I almost thought you lost your mind and couldn't save it." Love exhaled, but at this time his movements were very inelegant, his right hand raised high, as if it were Fang Xian Before he could wake up, he would have to slap him.

"Loss of reason?"

Fang Xian murmured and recalled his state just now, it was indeed a bit wrong.

"This is a frequent encounter with our investigators, most of them can reply, but there is also a permanent, it will become a complete lunatic, and can only be locked in the Houshan lunatic asylum..." Love sighed.

"What did I just... do?"

Fang Xian looked at his right hand and actually grabbed a pen.

"You are...creating!"

Love pointed to a line of words, a sentence written in the blank space of his three-line poem:

‘The bird with wings is my name, biting the pain to feed my heart. ’

"Flying bird, feeding on pain?"

Fang Xian looks at Love.

"Don’t look at me, this is what you wrote. There should be no such person in the investigator materials I have seen..." Love shook his head: "How are you feeling now? Do you want a shot?" Tranquilizer?"

"I’m okay, I feel... this is what we are looking for, that frequency, the way to transform mental power into a specific bullet and launch it with a three-line poem... Of course, different firearms require different Bullets, so this spirit of transformation should only be suitable for these three-line poems!"

Fang Xian said his feelings: "The "power" contained in these three lines of poetry is similar to the "winged bird"...should come from the same source of power!"

"Why...do you think they originated from a source of power, rather than the three-line poem from the winged bird?" Love looked serious and asked a key question.

"Intuition..." Fang Xian thought for a while and thought: "What kind of bird do I feel, probably the level of a servant...can't reach the edge of great existence..."

"Your inspiration... is a bit too high..." Love's tangled expression: "Can you sense, anticipate some pictures? Accept information that ordinary people can't accept... It's too dangerous."

"But... there are always gains, don't you?"

Fang Xian smiled: "In the future... we can fight with these spells."

"No, its danger has not been confirmed... It still requires a lot of research, in fact...Until the point of real danger, we recommend investigators to use technology instead of fighting with supernatural forces..."

Love quickly shook her head.

"Okay...experiment, experiment!"

Fang Xian is eager to try: "Do I need to use a spell?"

"No need for the moment, your spirits are too excited, you need to rest, you need to do another sensible evaluation." Love faced his face and drove Fang Xian out of the laboratory directly.

......

‘Alas... investigators are too cautious in their extraordinary ways...’

Lying in his room, Fang Xian sighed: "But the extraordinary power of this world is biased towards darkness, and it is good to be cautious and conservative!"

He glanced at his Attribute Column:

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[Name: Fang Xian (Roca)]

[Occupation: Alchemist (Level 6-Death)]

[Mantra: Immortal Psalms, Winged Birds]

【Alchemy:? ? ? Daoshu:? ? ? , martial arts:? ? ? , Weird:? ? ? 】

......

"Sure enough... was admitted, it is indeed extraordinary power, mantra? Is this the way of this world?"

"This world does not seem to have some concepts of extraordinary occupations? Investigators are not extraordinary occupations, but the perseverance of ordinary people... Do you want to pursue some evil organizations?"

"But most of them are chased by investigators, and their strength is even worse..."

"I'm afraid...I have to accept that there is no specific extraordinary occupation in this world. Without occupation, there is no clear system and clear method of promotion... Sure enough, is chaos and darkness the theme of supernatural power? "

"This is not okay, can I integrate a profession or system by myself? Use spells to fight, recite the psalms, ... is it called "bard poet" or "writer"?"

Fang Xian thought irresponsibly, immediately took a deep breath, and chanted softly: "The bird with a wing is in my name, and I bite the pain to feed my heart..."

There was silence in the room, nothing strange.

"No response? No... It’s the state of my recitation... The winged bird needs pain, my own pain!"

Fang Xian started directly and pinched himself hard.

In the moment of severe physical pain, he felt that his mental strength had somehow changed.

Being sharper and darker... but also easy to manipulate.

If you recite the immortal psalm at this time, you should be able to launch the spirit and hurt the enemy.

"But... the pain is not enough, this level...not even Simpson on the day..."

Fang Xian recalled again and found the problem: "It needs more... pain! And... it is more painful than the body~IndoMTL.com~ is spiritual pain!"

He has a longing in his heart, and seems to be prepared to do everything he can, even if he is self-harming or destroying his spirit, he must chase this power.

In the dark, it seems that there are invisible eyes open, and there is a whisper:

‘Only through pain can we reach greatness! ’

‘Only darkness can involve transcendence! ’

‘Come on...accept it...enhance it...’

‘You will be immortal! ’

"Get your sister..." Fang Xian vomited, his eyes woke up instantly, looked around, everything was normal, could not help but touched his chin: "Not right... so cultivate down, I really became A crazy man who likes self-mutilation... The supernatural power of this world... What a pit!"

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