When he came to his senses, he saw the demon spirit incarnated by Thomas Moreau drilled back into his own body, eliminating all the effects of the Moon Dust.
Damn, in the original book, I’ve never seen a demon that can possess its own corpse!
Any monster has many variants and subspecies, and spirits are no exception. In the original work, there are spirits with simple enhanced attributes, such as the daytime spirit, the white banshee, and the penitent spirit; there are also spirits with special abilities, such as the plague banshee whose name is self-explanatory, and the painting spirit that can travel through multiple paintings.
What is before him is a completely new kind of special demon spirit that can possess one's body when he was alive!
Moreover, he possessed the body of a warlock who was over a hundred years old!
Before the magic-blocking gold bomb exploded in the air, Thomas Moreau waved his hands, and a beam of air pressed towards Lann with him as the starting point.
Lann was lifted into the air, and the wind pressure caused him to smash a bunch of tables and statues. A bunch of colorful test liquids and reagents splashed all over his body, and his head was dizzy from being hit by stones that flew from nowhere.
As his body bumped into various debris, the system prompt sound kept flashing past his ears.
[Discover the source of magic]
[Discover the source of magic]
[Discover the source of magic]
[Discover the source of magic]
If there were so many prompt sounds at normal times, Lann would only be ecstatic, but at this moment he didn't even have time to figure out which thing that hit him sent the prompt. He was immediately lifted up and pressed against the wall by the invisible air pressure. He didn't have time to absorb the source of magic power and it was out of the system's sensing range.
With a "bang", the magic-blocking gold bomb exploded. Not a single particle of the fine dust touched the corner of Thomas More's clothes. Instead, it was all pushed back by the wind pressure and wrapped around Lann, choking him and making him cough repeatedly.
"As an experimental material, you move around too much." Thomas Moreau's voice came from the body. "I originally wanted to collect your reaction to the mutation when you were awake. Do you really need the petrification magic?"
A yellow light flickered on Thomas Moreau's hand, and the cat-head badge on Lan's chest vibrated violently.
"Here on the 18th of the month of Joel, I embarked on the greatest project of my life, a project far greater than any I have done so far, because it is a project that is personally relevant to me, to me and my son..."
Returning to his decayed body, Thomas Moreau's thoughts were once again controlled by his decayed brain, and he suddenly began to narrate his life story as if reciting a book. That was his obsession, the one that allowed him to transform into a demon spirit and devote himself to research for more than a hundred years.
Although he kept talking, his hands moved quickly. His magic power was condensed, and Lann's cat head badge almost jumped out of his clothes!
Danger! This is magic! Real magic! If you get hit by this, you'll be at the mercy of others!
"Hiss, hiss" the black wind soaked in the huge petri dish suddenly made a loud hissing sound.
It suddenly jumped out of the petri dish with the infusion tubes all over its body, and knocked Thomas More headfirst into a huge pile of blood and flesh!
With a whoosh, the moon dust in the air that had not yet completely dissipated once again reflected the figure of the demon spirit, and the warlock's body also dissipated all the magic fluctuations. It was forced out of the demon spirit form by the black wind!
The wind pressure magic that pressed Lan En against the wall suddenly dissipated, and Lan En fell straight to the ground, but he didn't care about the pain. Opportunity!
The situation on the field was surprising, but Lann's body reacted first. He rushed forward and drew out the lion-headed silver sword to cut.
The short distance of a dozen steps seemed so far away at this moment; but Thomas's body and spirit were close together.
In less than a breath, the demon spirit succeeded in possessing Lan again. A flash of light in its left hand turned into lightning and struck Lann. Its right hand condensed the wave of rigid magic again and hit Heifeng in an instant.
The psychic guardian horse fell to the ground in an instant and could only move its lips slightly and neigh softly from its throat.
On the other side, when Lann saw the enemy's hand flashing towards him, he rolled forward without hesitation to avoid it. The crackling lightning that struck him seemed to have encountered an insulator and suddenly disappeared.
Thomas More let out a light "eh" and moved his hands, firing several more lightning bolts with crackling sounds, but none of them produced any sparks on Lann's body.
At this moment, the distance of more than ten steps passed in a flash.
What will happen if a magic profession is approached by a warrior?
With a "clang" sound, Lann swung his silver sword down, but felt that he had cut into a layer of glue. A layer of blue prototype shield protected Thomas Moreau firmly inside, preventing him from moving forward.
[I should have made two fewer magic-blocking gold bombs and coated the sword with a layer first! ]
Lan roared in anger in his heart, and Thomas More raised his hand.
It was no longer lightning, but the severe wind pressure that struck again, instantly knocking Lann back against the wall after he had taken more than ten steps.
Lan felt a violent impact passing through his body, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.
"Interesting, interesting. Is it because of the tumbling? It's really interesting."
The physical strength of a wizard is no different from that of an ordinary person. No matter how much magic potions have been used to preserve his corpse over the past hundred years, it is now rotten. After the bloody collision just now by Black Wind, Thomas Moreau is now like a piece of rotten meat that has been forcibly glued together.
"Interesting." He stared with his eyes that had already fallen out of their sockets, pressed Lan En against the wall, and turned to look at Heifeng in the culture tank.
"Has drug resistance appeared so quickly? This kind of mutation... I've never experimented with horses before, is it because it's particularly strong?"
Lann was almost in despair. In the original work, an old warlock with hundreds of years of experience could have joined the Wizarding Guild!
Even though Thomas Moreau was a research-oriented professor, and even though his fighting ability was no longer as strong as before due to years of decay, these magical methods were not something that a mortal like himself, who had just broken through the limits of the human body and did not have the magic-blocking gold in his hands, could defeat.
Lann took deep breaths frantically. He couldn't die here. He had a system and would be a powerful man who could defeat an enemy country and destroy a city in the future. He also had ancient blood. This was definitely not his end!
There must be a way. Find a way to get rid of this thing in front of me!
Suddenly, pictures began to piece together in Lan's mind, and all the information he had gained since entering the laboratory came together.
The first question: Thomas Moreau captured the two soldiers and Black Wind who stayed in the Valley of Nine because he needed experimental materials, or simply wanted to eliminate the invaders. Why didn't he take advantage of the fact that his own people were there to kill them all at once?
——Because he couldn't win. The decay of time and the abnormal living conditions made him not strong enough to face two fully armed teams and a demon hunter and a druid alone, even though the only magic profession druid was a young man.
This shows that he can be defeated.
The second question: After Thomas Moreau's spirit was revealed by the Moon Dust, why did he choose to return to his body immediately? Why didn't he suppress himself with magic first? It would be more convenient to fight in the spirit state, and he could also fly.
——Because he can only use magic when possessing his warlock's body. This is why the magic in his hand dissipated when Heifeng knocked him into a demon spirit state, and he could only use lightning and petrification magic after possessing again.
To sum up, Thomas Moreau in front of him is like a BOSS with a second form. He must first deal with his first form: the physical body that can use spells; after killing the physical body, he can deal with the second form: the spirit that cannot use magic.
In the first form, it was easy to use a sword to shred the rotten flesh-like body, but the problem was to deal with magic. Fortunately, he still had two magic-blocking gold bombs. In the second form, he also had Moon Dust, and knowing that the opponent could not use magic was actually easier than the first form.
Very good, now that we have analyzed the enemy, how should we deal with him? Think quickly, Lan, think quickly!
The first form is the most threatening. Even if you have a Divine Metal Bomb, you need to get closer to the opponent, otherwise the Divine Metal fragments produced by the explosion will be blown back by the wind magic, so you have to get close to the opponent's face. Before getting close to the opponent, you also need to deal with the magic shield, which means you need two Divine Metal Bombs.
One to break the protective shield, one to ban magic, and then it's just a pile of rotten meat, one knife will be enough.
What happens after that? After destroying the body, how do we deal with the demon spirit? Even if the demon spirit is visible with the Moon Dust, it is difficult to attack it. Not to mention that the Moon Dust lasts only a short time. How do we seize the opportunity?
Lann suddenly thought of the system prompt sounds that had just sounded continuously. There was a large source of magic power in this room.
What if... I now have an additional move that can quickly attack all the space around me? An additional real——【Whirling Sword Dance】?
Yes, I can! Even if the chance of winning is still slim, there is still a glimmer of hope!
The plan is basically clear. Next, I have to find a way to make the opponent withdraw the magic, choose a source of magic power from the messy magic items on the ground, activate [Whirling Sword Dance], and then attack with the bomb and silver sword together!
Lann moved his neck with difficulty and looked at his body that was pressed against the wall and couldn't move. How could he make the opponent stop the magic and buy himself the time to "absorb the source of magic power, use skills, and get close to the opponent"?
If the opponent was a normal warlock, it would be a no-brainer. But at this moment, Lann was facing a demon spirit who was still obsessed with his mind, a warlock who was determined to reverse the demon hunter's mutation.
Lann suddenly shouted begging for mercy: "Professor Thomas, I am the Ancient Blood! My full name is Lann Lannister Rayanlon!"
Would it be effective to use the highest biological research results in the history of the world to seduce a sorcerer professor who studies biological mutations?