Delusion Master

Wei Lin planned to taste this wonderful taste slowly, so he temporarily let go of the guilty paladin, got up and went to see the person in the black coffin.

This time he clearly saw that inside the coffin was the corpse of a long-haired girl in a white robe, with her arms crossed on her chest, her fists clenched tightly, and on one of her fingers was a simple silver ring.The corpse seemed to have been preserved in low-temperature magic for many years. The skin was as white as wax, exuding the coldness of death and decay, but it could still be seen that it was exquisite and slender before birth.

The corpse wore a sunflower-shaped brown mask, the texture of which was similar to that used by black-robed warlocks.

Wei Lin became curious, pulled out a flower branch, and lifted the mask away.

The face under the mask has the color and texture of the statue——Wei Lin suddenly discovered that the girl's entire head was carved out of rock, her eyebrows seemed lifelike, and the long, curly golden hair set seemed to be woven from real hair.

Corpses have no heads.

——Is this the girl who was betrayed and beheaded by her lover in the monastery story set in the game?Wei Lin remembered that her name was "Adelaide".

Counting, she has been dead for 200 years.

And the Book of Imprisonment affects his thinking, seeing the person in the coffin as Bai Yuan, and bewitching him to open the book and put it on the corpse's chest, what is he trying to do?Wei Lin looked at the ancient books that were spread out on the ground without any movement, and he was even more on guard.

At this moment, the carved doors of the church slammed shut.

"Very good, everyone is here." An old voice in the air said slowly, "Sacrifices, sacrificial spirits, containers, all of them are quite a few, great."

The sound reverberated in the empty and closed church, reverberating, and it was difficult to distinguish the direction of the sound.

"Destruction Warlock Gamor!" The white knight jumped up as if he was facing an enemy, drew out his long sword, and pointed it in the air.

"Wrong, now I am the magister of destruction Gamor—soon, I will become the God of Destruction Gamor! And you will become the cornerstone of my god's seat, feel honored for this, humble mortals. "The voice suddenly rose, carrying the coercion and mental shock unique to a magister, like a wave of waves sweeping in, wanting to slap the enemy in front of him on the reef like a fish.

After a slight shake of the white knight's body, he stood upright, and Wei Lin's "unyielding will" state still existed, but there were only seven minutes left in the time limit.

"—Black Mountain Old Demon Gamor." Relying on the amulet (obtained by kissing), Wei Lin opened up the taunt mode, "The old man half buried in the ground is always worried about kicking his legs to see the King of Hades, so he rushed to the doctor in a hurry , drink amulet water, dance to the gods, invite a fake monk to recite scriptures, and hear that using a little girl's menarche to make medicine can prolong life, so I went to pull the window of the next door, and was scolded from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. Robbing the little girl to come back to perform some gods and ghosts rituals, and being beaten out by the villagers together—hehe, does it sound familiar? What is the difference between you and those ignorant old villagers who are ignorant, greedy and afraid of death? .By the way, in view of what you and your subordinates, as well as the evil spirits you created, have done to me, I have something to give you as a gift—fuck you, let’s die and reincarnate!”

The accent is round and upbeat, and there is no panting in one breath.At the end, he raised his middle finger, protruding a handsome shape.

The white knight froze.

He has come into contact with people from all walks of life, royal family, nobles, lords, other knights, as well as commoners and prisoners of war, but he has never heard of a person who can speak such rough words with confidence and eloquence-the former always pay attention to their own words Whether it is full of flowers, whether the behavior is elegant and decent, and if there is a little disrespect, it will be criticized as "inferior behavior"; and the latter know that their status is low, and they dare not speak nonsense in front of him.

This Wei Lin was the only one who was so straightforward and rude as to make a show of it.

However, the scolding was really enjoyable. Although some words did not understand their meaning, it did not hinder the overall understanding.The white knight couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and smiled faintly.

After a few seconds of dead silence in the church, there was a sudden thunderous cry: "Presumptuous—"

The black vortex swirled in the air, revealing an old man in a black robe of thorns and soul fire. The hem of the robe and the gray hair moved without wind. The magic wand in his hand was flickering, as if he was extremely angry.

"The shrunken tortoise finally couldn't help poking its head." Wei Lin said with a smile.

"Haunted by ghosts!" Gamol pointed at the Book of Imprisoned Spirits on the ground with the tip of his stick, and the pages of the book suddenly flipped again, and countless black and red light spots rose up, turning into shadowy ghosts with fangs and sharp claws. Screaming and rushing towards Wei Lin.

[Haunting (casting time 2 seconds): Summon ghostly ghosts to attack the target, causing 8227 shadow damage, and increasing all periodic damage caused by the caster's spells to the target by 45%, lasting for 3 minutes.Requires a casting medium. 】

The white knight stood in front of Wei Lin and released another round of "Holy Light Storm" to melt away all these ghosts.

Wei Lin noticed that when he pulled out the long sword that was leaning on the ground, his movements were a little heavier than before - a little unnoticeable.But does this mean that the previous few big moves, especially the "Devotion" with a cooldown of 12 hours, consumed a considerable part of the white knight's mental power, causing his body to start to show fatigue?

No matter how powerful the paladin's skills and endurance are, he is only one person, and behind Jia Moore, there is a warlock team that has not yet appeared!Wei Lin began to rub his chin to think about countermeasures.

The white knight turned his head and glanced at him, taking the time to comfort him: "Don't worry, I will protect your safety."

Wei Lin thought to himself: I'm not worried about my own safety, I'm worried about how long you will be addicted to role-playing.But it doesn't matter, I can treat it as fun~

Seeing that the spell was dispelled, Gamol raised his wand with red eyes, cast a "curse of weakness" on the white knight, and then cast one of the warlock's housekeeping skills - "exile".

[Exile (instantaneous): Exile the target, forcing it into another plane of space, preventing it from taking any action for 30 seconds.If the target is in a "weak" state, the exile time will be increased to 60 seconds]

This powerful dark spell worked. Wei Lin watched the white knight's figure flash in front of him and disappeared without a trace. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and only caught a handful of damp and cold air.

Jia Moore sneered disdainfully at Wei Lin: "Without the protection of knights, you are just a tiny reptile, you can be crushed to death by moving your toes. You should be lucky, I don't hate you enough to disrupt the plan for this Believe me, not having to die at my hands is the greatest happiness in your life."

Wei Lin rolled his eyes: "Speaking is convoluted and slow, and the voice is especially unpleasant. Are all the villains pretending to be talkative?"

With a hook on his toes, he picked up the dagger on the ground and held it tightly.At the same time, I thought to myself: 60 seconds have passed, why hasn't the white knight come back?Could it be that the details such as skill time are different from the game of "Era of Souls"?Well, since Wang Yulun is the creator of this "absolute domain", of course he has the final say on the rules - this is to strengthen the warlock profession, willfully break the balance of the game, and deeply despise it.

With a dark face, Jia Moore pointed his wand at Wei Lin: "Death entanglement!"

Wrist-thin thorns broke through the ground one by one, and the pitch-black vines, with sharp thorns that secrete paralyzing toxins, locked the target's feet and quickly entangled upwards.

Wei Lin's reaction was extremely quick, and when the thorns broke through the ground and touched his boots, he swung the electric light dagger to cut them off.Immediately, he dashed towards the Book of Imprisonment that kept turning its pages, stepped on it with one foot, and the tip of the dagger pierced hard into the pages of the book.

——The hard cover is hard to break, so what about the pages inside?If you don't take advantage of it to turn pages automatically, when will you wait!

The Book of Imprisoned Spirits let out a series of shrill screams, one after another, as if countless souls in purgatory were crying for help.

Jia Moore's face changed slightly.Wei Lin directly grasped the key thing - the Book of Imprisonment that had established communication with his soul.This kind of communication is two-way. Books can easily affect his spirit, and when he is free from this influence, he can also hurt it in turn.

"Unyielding Will" still exists for more than three minutes, enough time to clean up this noisy book!Wei Lin thought to relieve his anger, and stabbed him again.

A hole was pulled out of the paper, as if dark red and smelly blood gushed out - but that was just an illusion showing the extent of the damage.What rushed out of the breach was a group of spirits that looked like fireflies and translucent jellyfish.

It spins and vibrates rapidly in mid-air, bringing up a frigid airflow that is like a world of its own.Because of the fight just now, the dark magical aura left in the space seemed to make it very useful. Every time it rotated, it swelled a little more. After just a few blinks, it seemed to have returned to its original peak state, from translucent to transparent. Become colorless and formless.

Wei Lin smelled the cold air, his scalp was numb, and his chrysanthemums were tight—this book of imprisoned spirits was thick as hell, with so many pages, why did he just step on this one, and suck the damn thing he had sucked into it? The evil spirits have been released again!

And Jia Moore, who was suspended in mid-air, changed his face greatly, and said angrily: "Idiot! You are going to ruin my event!" As he spoke, he swung his wand and quickly drew a rune, and shouted: "Dark contract!"

This spell was aimed at the evil spirit, with the intention of controlling it first, at least for a short period of time, and taking it into a contracted slave.

——As for Wei Lin, in Jia Moore's eyes, he was just an ordinary human being. Except for his slightly stronger skills and difficult enchanted weapons, he really didn't pay attention to him.

"Dark Covenant" shot a ball of thorns wrapped around the soul fire's coat of arms in mid-air, emitting green light, quickly expanding into a net, and wrapping away towards the evil spirit.

Although he couldn't see it, Wei Lin seemed to hear the evil spirit let out a scream, as if he was completely irritated by this attempted master-servant contract.

To think...to be...my master...who gave you the qualification...

At this moment, he was not invaded by the cold air, but the other party's thoughts still rang in Wei Lin's mind strangely.He covered his ears with his hands in distress, thinking, it doesn't count if the person who stepped on the horse was bleeding from the seven orifices, but the person who stepped on the horse would have sequelae!Who the hell cares what an evil spirit that wants to get into my body is thinking!

The cold air whistled past him with wind and snow, and it actually rushed towards Jia Moore.

Jia Moore seemed to be apprehensive, and moved two times in a row, dodging away, and swung his staff to perform "soul burning".

As soon as the blue flame touched the cold air, it flickered like a candle in the wind, and then sluggishly extinguished.

Jia Moore seemed a little anxious, curling his fingers into claws, trying to ingest the Book of Imprisonment from the air.Wei Lin was sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight, and when he saw this, he slammed on the book and said loudly: "At first you wanted to give it to me, so I gave it to me, but now I want to take it back, there is no way!"

Jia Moore was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and said angrily: "Idiot! Do you think it will let you go? If it targets you, you will die even more miserable!"

Wei Lin sneered: "That's why you die first. Go ahead, I'll see the situation first."

Seeing that the "exile" time is coming to an end, there are more Templar knights, and it is unknown how many variables will arise.The Book of Imprisoned Spirits is controlled by Wei Lin, and the bone fragment that can restrain this evil spirit is not in his hands at the moment, so it is better to avoid the limelight for a while, and wait until the evil spirit cleans up the hateful young man in front of him. This can be regarded as a tortuous completion A sacrifice ceremony was held.Jia Moore took a deep breath, the tip of the staff flashed with light, and cast a escapism technique commonly used by mages, "flicker", and his figure disappeared into the air.

……Ran?After making such a big battle before, with a lot of tricks, now he ran away without regard to his identity?Wei Lin is a little confused, I still look forward to the fight between the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman will benefit!If you run like this, what should I do?