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Chapter 572 Magic Circle
The purple streamer quickly followed the red blood, and the tentacles flying in the sky were like an urgent rainstorm, coming towards him.

There is also a price to be paid for the use of super memory, so He Ao did not turn on super memory for a long time. Although these tentacles are powerful, the consciousness and soul of their attacks happen to be where He Ao is more resistant, so He Ao can relax. Some defenses, allowing some mistakes in combat.

Therefore, when he uses Super Memory, he basically turns it on briefly, glances at the position of the tentacles, and then uses his combat intuition and feelings to roughly determine the direction in which the tentacles will swing next, and then let his consciousness attach to the bone axe attack.

But such a battle cannot last.

Although He Ao's soul could withstand the pollution and ravings brought by these tentacles, Jess' body couldn't.

As the battle continued, more and more blood oozed from He Ao's skin, and subtle dense pains also swept into He Ao's consciousness.

Those chaotic and crazy thoughts are rampaging in this body, although He Ao's will can subdue them, but in this process, the muscles and internal organs of the body produce some kind of strange and distorted consumption.

Although He Ao couldn't feel any obvious injuries, he could clearly feel that his vitality was withering during the process of these thoughts sweeping through.

The lines on the wooden box have been added a few strokes, and the flowing purple light is getting stronger and stronger.

He Ao briefly turned on the super memory, and glanced at the dense tentacles that swept over, and the faint wall behind the tentacles.

Then he grabbed the wooden box in front of him, jumped forward, flipped over in the darkness like a swimming fish, entered the living room, followed the gap between the tentacles, and escaped the attack of the tentacles.

His body landed close to the gate, and he immediately leaned the wooden box against the wall, painted with one hand, raised the bone ax with the other, and slashed into the void.

At this moment, he has turned off his super memory, and the surrounding space is nothing but void in his field of vision.

However, the bone ax attached to the consciousness passed through the void, but there was a clear resistance in his hand.

In He Ao's mind, he naturally began to simulate the movement trajectories of those invisible tentacles, and then slashed forward following his intuition.

His simulation is not like Super Memory can build a perfect combat model, most of which are his imagination relying on intuition and experience.

Those tentacles swept over without any sound, and they couldn't see any scenes without turning on the super memory. He Ao couldn't rely on his eyes and his feeling of the surrounding environment to catch the movement of these tentacles.

To him, these tentacles are like an invisible and terrifying spirit.

He can only guess the movement rules of these tentacles through the scenes he saw during the short period of time when the super memory was turned on.

He still couldn't fully judge the direction of the tentacle's movement, but it was much better than standing there and being beaten at the beginning.

Relying on Chao Yi's complete memory, he can remember all the initial positions of these tentacles, and then constantly think about where these tentacles will attack.

In such a critical situation, his understanding of combat is also rising rapidly.

The picture on the wooden box only outlines one or two arcs, and those tentacles have already densely surrounded them again.

He Ao briefly turned on the super memory again. He first used his soul power to quickly touch the tentacles cut off by his "blind hack", and obtained the knowledge buried in those tentacles, then grabbed the wooden box and turned to the other side of the living room again. jump away.

Although these tentacles do not have relatively high intelligence, they are very likely to be part of a high-level existence. The pollution and suppression from the personality, as well as the invisible body, are actually extremely terrifying.

If He Ao didn't have super memory to see these tentacles, or he didn't have the consciousness to hurt these tentacles, even if he had some relatively strong mental resistance, he would leave here without hesitation.

The damage caused by these tentacles will not be bloody like those terrifying beasts or weapons, but silent and irresistible depression.

You don't know where your enemies are or how they attack you.

In bright lights, in your own home, out of sight of the human eye.

These invisible tentacles stare at the people living here, they stand densely in every corner, on the other side of the world, whispering around the body of the ignorant.

It's okay if you don't know anything, and you can still die peacefully and happily.

But if you find their existence, you can't watch them, and you can't resist them, you can only wait for death in despair. This kind of depressive fear is enough to crush people's hearts.

And Jess' father was in such an environment, knowing that there were pairs of invisible and terrifying 'eyes' watching him in every corner, he still calmly arranged his back.

In fact, as long as he chooses to give in, all the oppression and despair will disappear, and he can even get a lot of money from the mysterious person.

All that needs to be sacrificed are the lives of those wandering the streets who have nothing to do with him and who no one cares about.

He Ao collected his thoughts and focused his eyes on the wooden box in front of him.

He drew a few patterns again, and the will that swept towards his body became stronger and stronger, which meant that many tentacles broke through the house and entangled his body and soul.

As the purple light on the wooden box became more and more intense, these shadow tentacles became more and more crazy, and began to try desperately to destroy He Ao's body and soul.

At this moment, He Ao's body was already covered in blood, and his whole body was like a blood man covered with red spots.

His body was weakening rapidly, and a huge sense of fatigue swept over his body, hindering his movement.

The snow-white bone ax slashed across the void, and waves of resistance were transmitted to He Ao's wrist, which meant that one after another tentacles were cut off by him.

These feedbacks also told him how many tentacles he hit. This time, only a few of his attacks missed, and most of his attacks landed on the tentacles he targeted.

His judgment is getting more and more accurate.

But there are too many tentacles in this room, and the attack surface of the bone ax is not as good as that of a long sword. It is good for single-target attacks, but it is inevitable that it will be powerless in the face of these densely packed group attacks.

Even though He Ao's speed was so fast that he almost formed an invisible barrier of ax blades in front of him, more and more tentacles were still coming from all directions.

He Ao activated the super memory again, and after accepting the knowledge of the stumps that fell on the ground, he waved the bone ax to split a piece of tentacles, rolled forward, and entered the master bedroom.

The curtains of the master bedroom are not closed, the bright moon is facing the window at this moment, and the quiet moonlight is shining in from the window.

The scene at this moment is unusually quiet and beautiful.

If this hazy light didn't pass through the illusory tentacles hanging from the ceiling, densely packed almost all the space in the room.

The master bedroom has more shadow tentacles than the entire living room and the second bedroom combined. When He Ao rolled in here, those dense tentacles surged and stared at him.

Then attack him without hesitation.

But at this moment behind He Ao, the tentacles from the living room, the second bedroom, and the study room are gathering together, entwining towards his soul.

He Ao looked down at the wooden box in his hand, opened his mouth and bit the handle of the bone axe, let go of the hand holding the bone axe, and immediately raised his hand to draw on the wooden box.

He didn't cut the wound on this hand, but at the moment he was covered in blood, and there was no need to draw blood from the wound.

Wei An's painting background and the powerful body control of a C-level transcendent made his hands extremely stable.

Layer after layer of lines were painted by blood, connecting the original purple lines on the wooden box.

Terrifying power surged along these purple lines, and faint brilliance flickered in these lines, like the beating of an ancient heart.

In mystic knowledge, blood is one of the most spiritual things in the human body, and it is also one of the most basic mystic materials.

The blood of the extraordinary has more hidden powers.

However, the properties of different materials are different. Although blood can be said to be the most versatile mystic material, in some magic circles or rituals, the effect is not as good as some specific mystic materials.

The original magic circle on this wooden box should have been painted with some more effective mystic materials. He Ao didn't have any mystic materials at the moment, so he could only use his own blood as mystic materials.

Those purple streamers flowed through the lines drawn by his blood. Although the blood was not the best material, the brilliance was partially attenuated in the process, but it still promoted the operation of the magic circle.

The chaotic thoughts reverberating in his mind became more and more intense, and those distorted thoughts played in his mind like a disordered symphony.

Two lines of blood and tears overflowed from his eyes. Under this chaotic thoughts, a vast will seemed to be waking up from a long sleep.

The struggle and see-saw here finally attracted the attention of the sleeping hidden being, who was gradually waking up, turning his attention to He Ao.

This time he was closer to waking up, even though it was a long distance away, the pressure on He Ao's body was more than the previous gaze.

Those thoughts dancing in He Ao's mind became more excited with the awakening of this hidden existence. They began to appear a little rational, gave up He Ao's will, which was almost impossible to influence, and began to attack He Ao's body with all his strength.

And in the sense of oppression brought by that hidden existence, more chaotic power came from it.

These surging forces interfered with He Ao's body, interfered with his movements, and competed with him for control of the body.

He Ao forcibly suppressed these restless thoughts in his body with his will, his originally steady hand trembled a little, and his smooth movements became slow.

But his movements didn't stop, he slowly and steadily drew the last stroke on the wooden box.

The purple radiance on the wooden box subsided in an instant, and then suddenly burst into a strong radiance. The wooden box that looked ordinary at the moment was as bright as a magnificent gem.

A stream of faint purple light emerged from He Ao's feet under the radiance, and then spread to the wall, roof, master bedroom, living room, second bedroom, study room, and every corner of the room.

Lines intertwined horizontally and vertically, covering the entire room appeared in He Ao's vision.

He Ao stared at the purple streamer and these intertwined lines.

This is a magic circle, a magic circle that was born out of the ritual magic circle that transforms power but is completely different from that magic circle.

Even though he had some guesses in his heart, He Ao was still attracted by this complicated and magnificent magic circle.

Relying on the knowledge of the magic circle he spied during the crazy moment, he quickly understood the specific function of the magic circle.

This was what Jace's father had left behind, and this was how he had incorporated that last hidden knowledge into these tentacles.

At this moment, He Ao has fully understood what Jess' father did.

Although Jace's father couldn't see these hidden tentacles, he could feel the invisible forces pervading the entire room, trying to pollute him.

These powers are spread out from the tentacles, and they are one with all the tentacles in this room, and will eventually return to these shadow tentacles.

Taking advantage of this cycle of power, Jace's father wove a new circle based on the ritual circle he had been working on, but with many changes.

This magic circle will naturally absorb the power of the tentacles in the void, and then these powers will flow along the line of the magic circle. Something Jace's father wanted carved into it.

Then these powers will flow out from the magic circle, return to those tentacles, and finally merge into the tentacles.

And these lines depicting this magic circle only contain a very small amount of extraordinary aura. Jess' father used some kind of extraordinary material to prepare a painting material with extremely weak extraordinary content, and then painted it into this magic circle that spread all over the room.

In Jess's memory, shortly before his father's death, the house had a simple renovation, and the walls were touched up.

This is just an ordinary touch-up paint, and there is nothing worth noting.

Federal wall paints are prone to damage, so frequent touch-ups are required if the house is to continue to look tidy.

After his father passed away, Jess also arranged for several touch-ups.

But I'm afraid that during that touch-up paint process, Jess' father carved these magic circles into the wall, and then covered them with paint.

The magic circle on the ground was outlined by Jess' father cleverly using the gaps between the tiles.

This is a custom-made circle, specially designed for this room.

Even if He Ao used super memory, he could only feel that something was wrong with the wall, but he couldn't be sure whether there was some kind of magic circle built on the wall.

After all, Chao Yi can only remember what He Ao saw with his eyes, but cannot remember what is hidden in the wall and He Ao cannot see.

At this moment, what Jess' father said to Jess when he was young suddenly echoed in He Ao's ears,

"Everything that is regular can be used scientifically."

This is the scientific research concept of Jess's father. In a sense, Jess's father really practiced this scientific research concept.

From the perspective of a scientific researcher, he is a genius.

He Ao looked down at the wooden box in his hand.

At this moment, these originally invisible magic circles light up because they have absorbed too much power.

And these powers come from the wooden box in He Ao's hands.

The supplementary pattern He Ao painted on the wooden box just now is not to complete the pattern of the magic circle, but the pattern of the magic circle created by himself based on the knowledge left by Jess' father.

The basis for the stability of this wooden box is to use a nested ritual circle to 'deceive' the power in the wooden box, allowing those forces to flow along the circle, thinking that the ritual is still going on.

But these circulating forces will destroy the magic circle on the surface of the wooden box, eventually causing the wooden box to fail, and those forces are out of control.

The knowledge left by Jess' father includes the structure of the stable ritual circle. Although He Ao only acquired a small amount of knowledge in the battle just now, through this knowledge, combined with his own knowledge of the circle Understanding, he had been able to deconstruct some of the mechanics of Jace's father's stabilization ritual.

Then he used this principle to create a new magic circle. He only needed to add some textures to the original magic circle to form a new and stable magic circle.

This magic circle can directly use the energy in the wooden box to strengthen the wooden box. Now, this wooden box has no time limit for sealing.

The energy absorbed by the magic circle all over the room is the energy that escapes when the new magic circle constructed by He Ao takes effect.

Thus, through this magic circle, He Ao obtained a wooden box that can stably contain those uncontrollable forces and can also be controlled to a certain extent.

But this method can only be used by He Ao. With the addition of Jess's crazy state, he is probably the person who understands this magic circle best except for Jess' father in this world.

So he could quickly understand Jess' father's thinking and reform it.

He Ao turned the wooden box slowly and with difficulty, opened the super memory, and looked around.

At this moment, there are only tentacles that are densely piled up like a wall around him. These tentacles wrap around him, wrapping his head and body, wrapping him like an illusory rice dumpling.

His arms were also wrapped by these illusory tentacles, and on the back of his hand, he could see bright red blood oozing from his pure white skin.

He Ao's movements were slow, but he didn't stop. He held the upper and lower ends of the wooden box with both hands, and slowly exerted force. This wooden box, which had been dusty for a long time and had never been opened before, opened the first gap.

At this moment, He Ao only felt a powerful tinnitus.

It was like a gust of wind was blowing past his ears, and the air pressure in the whole world was getting lower.

The terrifying power escaped like boiling steam, and rushed into the surrounding invisible tentacles.

At this moment, He Ao felt that the invisible shadow tentacles seemed to break away from the illusory world and take shape.

Immediately afterwards, these tentacles caught between reality and illusion suddenly shattered and exploded like a burst balloon.

He Ao quickly controlled the soul power to touch the remains of these tentacles, and the incomplete knowledge quickly entered his mind.

The movement of these tentacles is silent, and the sound of death is also silent.

He Ao felt that he was watching a gorgeous mime, and the villains in the mime were crushed one by one.

He turned around and looked at the wall of the master bedroom. On the bedside table, there was a simple framed photo.

It was a family portrait.

The man in the photo is holding his child and his wife, looking forward, as if through time, looking at the place where He Ao is standing.

He is smiling.

When the last tentacle exploded, Ho closed the wooden box.

The consciousness that was trying to wake up fell into a deep sleep again, and the illusory limbs on the ground gradually dissipated.

He Ao closed Chao Yi, looked out the window of the master bedroom, the bright moonlight was shining on the silent floor and the old bed.

In the haze, there seemed to be a somewhat haggard man sitting on the bedside reading a book. He turned around and looked at He Ao standing at the door, showing a gentle smile.

His figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely.

It seems to be the overlap of time and memory, and it seems to be the obsession of that person in this world.

He Ao turned his head and glanced at this familiar but unfamiliar room again.

He put the wooden box and the bone ax back into the cloth cover, turned on the light, and the bright light dispelled the darkness.

He Ao walked into the bathroom, took out the cleaning tools, and cleaned the house quietly and carefully.

His wristband was vibrating, it was a message from Hai Xi.

(End of this chapter)