Iguerra has been so kind to me.
This thought suddenly occurred to Ash at the moment when his eardrums were destroyed by the Psychic Scream. When he tried to rush forward, he found that the continuous Psychic Scream actually had a repulsive effect. He was unable to use his magic power and spirit, so it was very difficult for him to even get close!
The person who appeared in front of Ash and the others was a man in black who looked like Igula. To distinguish him from the real body, we called him Phantom Rust Crow.
After the Phantom Rust Crow sent out a mental scream to seize the initiative, he actually took out a two-handed gun from his arms. When the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Ash, the strong sense of fear was like a beast biting at his heart, making his whole body stiff, sweat pouring down, and his legs weak!
After all, Ash is a battle-hardened magician in the virtual world, so he would never lose his composure when being pointed at. This is a miracle of the mind of the Phantom Rusty Crow. Through the event of "being pointed at by the muzzle of a gun", Ash's fear is magnified, and the secreted hormones affect Ash's control over his body!
Bang! Bang!
Ash swung his sword just in time to deflect the bullet. The spectator did not block at all and dodged the bullet by slightly turning his head. He quickly ran and jumped along the wall, trying to break into the Phantom Rust Crow's warning area!
Instead of retreating, the Phantom Rust Crow charged and shot at the viewer.
Seeing this scene, the remaining fear in Ash's heart actually spread and boiled again - it was the 'Fearless' magic spirit! Igula once mentioned to Ash that if the Fearless magic spirit was combined with his Fear Miracle, he could trigger the fear in other people's hearts when he showed fearlessness!
In addition, the Phantom Rust Crow opened its mouth again and let out a second mental scream!
But Ash and the spectators' eardrums were destroyed by the first mental scream. Will this miracle still work?
Of course it is useful.
How can a miracle of the mind be such an inconvenient thing?
Even more terrifying - as long as the memory of the psychic scream remains in Ash and the viewer's mind, then when the Phantom Rust Crow makes this move, it can directly detonate the second scream!
That’s right, Phantom Rust Crow didn’t perform this miracle at all. He just made a mouth gesture, and the memory infected the minds of Ash and the other man like a poison, shaking their souls!
It’s just that Ash had never really been an enemy of Igula before, so he had no chance to enjoy the Screaming Duet!
The real miracle performed by the Phantom Rust Crow at this time is the "Boiling Blood" that enhances courage!
Target, viewer.
Effect, will not avoid any attack, and actively face all difficulties!
Miracles of the mind, the difference between enhancement and reduction, only depends on how the psychic uses it.
Dazzled by the false psychic screams and inspired by the boiling blood, the spectators can only be treated as targets and slaughtered when facing the shooting of the Phantom Rusty Crow!
However, the spectator recovered from the scream almost instantly, and the two swords swept like a rain curtain, not only deflecting all the bullets, but even perfectly deflecting one, which in turn hit the left wrist of Phantom Rusty Crow!
Phantom Rusty Crow released his left hand and quickly retreated, aiming his right hand at Ash who was waiting for an opportunity to rush over. As the gunshot rang out, Ash did not block but lowered his body to avoid it, then stabbed Phantom Rusty Crow with a sword!
The third psychic scream sounded. Although Ash was already immune to it, the scream itself could repel objects at a certain distance. Only the inside of the scream could be immune to the repulse effect!
Ash was naturally repelled, but just as the Phantom Rust Crow shifted its attention to him, the spectator had already entered the Phantom Rust Crow's alert area, and then -
Wow!
A flash of sword light flashed past, and a fountain of blood spurted out half a meter high. The headless corpse fell limply, and the golden-haired head fell and rolled beside Ash.
Two balls of flame emerged from the corpse and flew into the bodies of Ash and the viewer, instantly restoring all their injuries and strength, and even making their stomachs feel full.
Ash sat on the ground and took shallow breaths, then stood up and exhaled a breath of turbid air. Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, he asked, "What's going on?"
"You have clearly made a judgment, why do you still need me to give you an answer?" The viewer wiped the blood off the sword with the cloth on his elbow and sheathed the sword.
"Because I hope you can give a different answer." Ash said, "Let me know that I am just an idiot who thinks wrong."
"Our next test subjects should all be clones selected from your memory." The viewer had no intention of caring for Ash's soft heart: "Igula Bogin, Archibald Harvey, Gerald Westminster, Annan Dolan, Panji Dolan, Freya Hoyle, and... Sword Princess, Witch, Weisser."
“…This is too much.”
"They are clones, not the real bodies." The viewer kicked the headless corpse. "They just use the miraculous abilities you have seen."
"Don't be like this." Ash said seriously, "And it's not me, it's us."
The viewer had a blank expression on his face, pulled off his mask and spat out a mouthful of blood. Ash glanced at him and asked, "Did you bite your tongue just now?"
"Intense pain can break most psychic miracles." He said, "This is an intuition that a silver-level psychic faction can master."
"But we are not even a silver magician now." Ash sighed: "Has the trial given up this option? We can't use magic power, and we have to fight with a formal magician?"
"The damage intensity of the trial enemy should be suppressed within one wing," the spectator said. "If it is the Psychic Scream of the two wings, the kinetic knockback alone will be enough to shatter our ribs."
"But even a one-winged magician——"
The spectator ignored his noise, packed up his equipment and continued on his way. Ash hurriedly caught up with him, complaining, "Forget about the others, but Sword Princess, Witch, An Nan and the others—"
"No matter how powerful the trials left by the Gray Fox God Era are, they can never surpass the Gospel God in his prime." The spectator said calmly: "Even Gospel cannot spy on the situation in your virtual realm, and the trials should not be able to copy your operators."
"But there are still Veela and Missy..." Ash said, "Can you do anything to them?"
The viewer said nothing, but just looked at him.
Ash could only worry about how to deal with it, but he soon became happy again, clenched his fist and said, "We two mortals, without using any magic power, actually killed the psychic with only cold weapons! We are so strong!"
"But this trial is too evil. Why don't you let your disgusting monster test the enemy? This way we can feel more refreshed when we fight. Why do you have to copy it from our memory?"
"Come to think of it, are those props in the exterior area that change one's appearance prepared for this?" Ash suddenly realized, "As long as I dress like other people, I can reduce the psychological pressure of killing acquaintances?"
The viewer said calmly, "Changes in appearance will cause changes in personality. Uniforms, battle suits, etc. all have this effect. This is also an intuition that the Silver-level Psychic Faction can master."
"But as long as you can see through the illusion, you don't need these external aids."
"I'm not like Silver Lantern who thinks everything is an illusion," Ash said, "Come to think of it, Silver Lantern must have no psychological burden in taking this trial, right?"
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"Does it look like they've crawled out of hell to seek revenge on you?"
Weisser wiped the blood off her face and picked up the fox mask from the ground. Although she was not covered by the illusion spirit, she was now wearing bright clothes and her hair was dyed purple. Even Crow Killer could hardly see through her disguise.
"I'm beginning to wonder whether you are my opposite or my similarity." She said: "What's the fun in mocking me, Youlan?"
"Can't I be your complement?" Youlan smiled. Her clothes looked the same as Weisser's, but the color was slightly different. "You are still confused, but I have no hesitation at all."
Youlan is Weisser's destined twin. But Weisser is not sure whether she is complementary, opposite or similar. Sometimes she thinks the same as Weisser, and sometimes she likes to mock Weisser, and she also occupies the code name "Youlan" out of familiarity.
If she had to say, Weisser felt that she was somewhat similar to the Mirror Dragon clone from not long ago.
"Neither did I." Weisser kicked the bodies away. "If I can kill them once, I can kill them twice."
"But you're not looking forward to such a reunion, are you?" Youlan said, "but in the virtual world, those who died in your hands will sincerely thank you for your kindness, and those who misunderstood you will be grateful for your greatness from the bottom of their hearts... You're actually looking forward to those strangers applauding you."
"Especially him." Youlan glanced at the corpse on the ground: "He loves you so much, admires you so much, and is willing to share the maze and the vortex secret poison with you. But what you gave him in return was cold death, just because--"
"Because he hid the spoils and would bring punishment from the Fire Temple, I would be implicated by him; because the fewer people infected by the vortex poison, the better; because I needed a chance to get into the Temple's sight." Weisser said calmly: "Is it because too much time has passed that you actually think I care about this matter?"
"Of course not. I only mentioned this because at that time, you actually thought about whether to find a companion." Youlan said, "It's too difficult to persist alone."
"No one will understand me. Everyone is crazy and would rather indulge in illusions than look up at the night sky. My only kindness is to help them get rid of it." Weisser said: "But perhaps this situation will change soon."
The two women walked along the passage. Weisser looked down at her watch. In addition to the 21-minute countdown, her trial count also rose to 3. There was a trial every 30 minutes, which meant that they had been in the passage for more than 90 minutes.
Suddenly, the countdown stopped. Weisser looked up and found that they had reached the end of the passage, where there was a dazzling door of light.
When they passed through the light gate, they found themselves in another underground hall.
However, they were not the first visitors here.
In the brief moment when their eyes adjusted to the changes in light and darkness, two figures in the center of the hall approached them rapidly!
Weisser immediately stepped back, but her back hit the cold and hard wall. She never expected that even though she was the first to enter the trial road, and her own silver dragon blood constitution, even without magic power, she still had good combat power, but her overall progress was actually slower than that of the later ones!
She looked at Ash who was rushing towards her, feeling neither sad nor happy.
Youlan looked at the viewer who was rushing towards her and winked at him mischievously.