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Chapter 172 171 Desperate Counterattack

Uh...well...

Lloyd continued to mobilize his spiritual power, using the ability of [Distortion Realm] to distort the effect, to deal with the [Rejection Declaration] effect lingering on him.

It took effect, and he could feel that Walder's ability was gradually losing its effectiveness, and his mobility was also recovering bit by bit.

But this is a bit too slow, right?

He felt like he was tied up with a hemp rope, and he could only loosen it little by little by rubbing against the corner. When he was really untied, it would take at least half an hour.

After such a long time, I really don’t know if anything big will happen in the storage room.

Is this Walder so cruel to his own people?

His inspiration and intuition reminded him at this moment, what was happening in the direction of the storage room...

It's not a danger warning, just a reminder.

It was exactly the same reminder as when he entered Geras' cell.

This means that the power of [forgetting] is spreading.

Lloyd was anxious for a moment, desperately injecting spiritual power, hoping that the [Twisted Realm] could quickly lift the restrictions on him.

At this critical moment, the hand in his pocket finally became a little looser, barely breaking free from the restriction of [veto]. His fingers moved and touched a smooth and delicate skin, like a girl's. Back of hand.

That was the statue of the saint that he had always carried in his pocket.

The next second, he felt a gentle force spread rapidly throughout his body along his fingers. In an instant, the restrictions all over his body were lifted, and he finally regained his freedom.

"I will definitely give you a stick of incense when you get home."

Roy De said something meaningful, quickly got up from the ground, and ran quickly to the storage room.

But before he entered, he just approached the area and suddenly felt a strange atmosphere filling the air.

It was not a feeling of danger or weirdness, and there was no warning from inspiration or intuition. Instead, my whole body felt very comfortable and relaxed, and my originally tense nerves quickly relaxed under the influence of this atmosphere.

It's like I forgot to be vigilant...

Then, Lloyd saw that the hunters nearby were all standing in a daze, with their shoulders slumped and their backs hunched, either wandering aimlessly or lying on the ground basking in the sun. They looked like a group of bored and idle people. It's the same as the slip.

It's like I forgot what I should do...

Before Lloyd realized something was wrong, he suddenly felt his thinking slow down, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what he should do next.

How about... I also find a place to lie down and bask in the sun?

This salty fish-like thought only lasted for three seconds before he suddenly shuddered and woke up.

I...I was already affected by [Forgetfulness] just now?

Then, he heard a voice whispering in his ear:

"Forget your nerves, forget your worries, forget your goals..."

This voice kept repeating itself in his ears, never getting tired of bothering him.

And the "Book of Truth" deep in his memory was slowly emitting a faint light, and its rotation speed was slightly faster than usual.

It was the power of the "Book of Truth" that allowed him to wake up under the influence of [Forgetting].

Lloyd looked down at his current location, standing on the outskirts of the Holy Court's stronghold.

This also means that the power of [forgetting] is overflowing and spreading!

We can't go on like this, otherwise in ten minutes, this force will definitely cover this camp that accommodates thousands of people.

At that time, everyone will probably die...

Lloyd couldn't care less. He quickly held the statue of the saint tightly in his hand, ran quickly, and rushed into the temporary evidence storage room.

There were about a dozen people lying scattered inside. Fortunately, their lives were not in danger, but they were all like salted fish in a sinking ship. They had lost their dreams and pursuits. They just collapsed on the ground, motionless. When they saw Lloyd coming in, even their eyelids He didn't even lift his head.

It looks like this:

(:3_ヽ)_

And the voice in his ear seemed clearer and louder at this time, as if roaring in his ear:

"Forget your tension, forget your worries, forget your goals..."

"Fuck you!"

Lloyd cursed, jumped over the scattered fish on the ground, and rushed directly towards the direction of the sound.

It was a safe that stored various evidence, and it had been opened.

But the frog-faced presiding judge who opened him was lying limply aside at this moment, losing his dreams and having no love in life.

Lloyd didn't care about them anymore, and directly took the risk to use his inspiration to lock the statue of the saint with the front and back tilted, and activated the third effect of [Distortion Realm].

Then, he felt that his inspiration seemed to have touched something?

Rough, simple, mysterious, weird, and unknown, it seems to contain endless knowledge, but it is difficult to understand and touch...

It should be a book, a book as old as the "Book of Truth".

want to……

want to!

want to! !

want to! ! !

want to! want to! want to! want to! want to! want to!

For a moment, Lloyd felt an almost crazy possessiveness welling up in his heart, as if he had seen his new wife in a krypton gold mobile game and wanted to keep the book as his own.

He frantically injected spiritual power into the [Distorted Realm] to grab the book.

But the power of [Distortion Realm] seemed to be resisted and blocked by something, and it felt a little unable to be twisted, as if a screw had been twisted.

And the other party seemed to be aware of his intentions, and the voice repeated in his ears gradually changed its words:

"Forget your goals, forget your thinking, forget your self..."

Obviously, this is much more serious than the three sentences repeated before.

It is very likely that next, I will start to forget my breathing and heartbeat...

And the "Book of Truth" in Lloyd's mind also emitted a brighter light, spinning faster, as if trying to compete with the opponent, tenaciously protecting Lloyd's thoughts and mind.

Lloyd knew very well that he could not delay this any longer.

So he decisively used his free hand to hold the pendant on his chest, the sacred object code-named 5-782, [Desperate Counterattack]

He activated the effect of the holy object.

In an instant, the spiritual energy in his body was sucked dry by the pendant, and a strong sense of fatigue swept over him like a tsunami, making him almost faint.

Fortunately, the level 5 [Stun Resistance] showed its value at the critical moment, allowing Lloyd to remain awake and able to continue to use inspiration to guide the pendant's subsequent psychic bombardment.

tick~

Lloyd seemed to hear the sound of water droplets hitting the ground.

The power on the pendant then spurted out, blasting towards the locked statue of the Disrespectful Saint.

There are no gorgeous visual effects or light pollution. The so-called [Psychic Bombardment] is to blast out the spiritual power like a high-pressure water cannon.

Under the influence of the [distortion] system, this spiritual power also had the effect of [distortion]. During the flight, it became twisted and entangled, like a spiral spear, hitting the statue of the saint and emanating from it. Out of power.

Kazi~kazi~

Lloyd felt a strange friction sound coming from his ears, which was some kind of auditory hallucination caused by the confrontation and duel between two forces.

Then, he seemed to hear a crisp sound like breaking glass.

The spiral spear-like [Psychic Bombardment] won this collision, broke through the obstacle of the [Forgetting] power, and submerged into the statue of the saint.

The statue of the saint, which looked like a figure of shame, instantly began to twist and deform. First it rotated into a twist-like shape, and then it began to melt rapidly like a wax statue thrown into the fire.

After three seconds, it completely turned into a pool of wax oil, and then gradually solidified into a pool of brown wax marks, looking like wood that had melted and then cooled down.

As the saint's statue melted, the crazy possessiveness in Lloyd's heart gradually disappeared, and his mind slowly calmed down.

Then, he heard a series of annoying repetitions in his ears, which turned into the last curse:

"Eskimir, you damn lunatic!"

Then the sound disappeared completely.

"hu~hu~"

Lloyd panted violently, stretched out his hand to support a short cabinet next to him, and then sat limply on it, continuing to pant.

The feeling of having all my spiritual power exhausted all at once is really uncomfortable. Although my body still has strength and can move, it feels like my body has been hollowed out and empty.

Fortunately, the permanent effect of [Desperate Counterattack] was also taking effect at this time and began to help him recover his spiritual power.

After about two minutes of relief, Lloyd felt much better.

If this holy object did not have this permanent effect, it would probably kill someone if used...

Lloyd cursed in his heart, then looked down at the scattered fish on the ground, and [explored] them one by one.

Fortunately, he didn't turn into a dead fish, he just fainted.

He has not suffered from mental pollution, and is basically in a 'mild madness' or 'normal' state.

"Huh~ In this way, you can barely cope with it, right?"

Lloyd whispered, stood up again, and approached the safe where the saint's statue was previously stored.

The layer of wood-colored wax marks condensed on it is exuding some very unique spirituality.

This should be a very unique and advanced material, right?

Lloyd quickly took out the dagger from his waist, took out a piece of oil paper from his storage bag, scraped off the wood-colored wax marks bit by bit, leaving not a drop left, then carefully wrapped it in oil paper and put it away. Put it back in the storage bag for easy preservation of spirituality.

He shrank into the corner again, sat on the ground leaning against the wall, and continued to rest, waiting for his spiritual power to recover.

My mind couldn't help but recall the curse I heard in my ears.

Eskimir...this name seems to be a consultant, right?

Thanks to Te Xiaoha for the 100 points.

Thank you for the 100 points where you bent down to reward me.

Thanks to the glass beads in the glass bag for the reward of 500 points to buy Eve Luol some desserts.

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