Chapter 194 The Violent Psion
“Wait a minute!”
After the battle, Brian took Helister’s delicate hand and signaled her not to leave yet.
Herister looked slightly startled, stopped, twisted her waist gracefully, and turned around.
Brian met her beautiful eyes with quivering eyelashes. His eyes were deep and hidden with a smile, but without much explanation, he ran towards the battlefield that was over.
He carefully avoided the messy corpses and threw a mud-to-stone spell on a relatively spacious sandy area, turning the soft sand into hard and flat rock.
Then, he took out a hard dagger engraved with magic runes, activated the telekinesis ability of the arcane hand, controlled the dagger with concentrated mental power, and carved on the rocky ground quickly and skillfully. Straight lines.
There are more and more lines, and the outline of the magic circle gradually takes shape, turning into a complex large nine-pointed star magic circle.
After carving the magic circle, Brian put away the dagger, took out a bag of coins, and cast a simple spell. The bulging coins in the bag turned into tin-white platinum powder.
He controlled the powder with his mind, and it fell evenly within the magic array line little by little.
This kind of powder is very magical. No matter what it encounters, it can quickly stick together, like a tin-white silk thread embedded in the magic circle.
This is a metal powder ground from platinum coins, which is more precious than gold coins. It is usually used by priests in some high-level purification spells.
The small bag of platinum powder in Brian's hand cost him 500 platinum coins, which is 5,000 gold coins.
After smearing the magic circle, he took out a bottle of holy water and carefully poured it onto the magic circle.
In an instant, drops of liquid exuding sacred energy were absorbed by the platinum powder like water drops, firmly adhering to the lines and flashing, making the entire array shine with a bright milky white light.
Immediately afterwards, after placing all the other materials in the correct position, he immediately stretched his hand in the direction of the magic circle, spread his mental power, and activated the magic circle.
As the strange and difficult spell sounded, the milky white light expanded suddenly, filling the entire magic circle instantly, shining completely in the desert shrouded in night.
Bright light flashed across the decaying corpses in the desert, and wisps of undetectable light gray aura emerged from the ground, which was instantly purified by the milky white light and dissipated without a trace.
Seeing that his magic circle was functioning as it should, Brian nodded slightly, took out a bottle of energy-restoring potion with some exhaustion, and drank it in one gulp.
When this warm current surged through his limbs and veins, he finally felt that his spirit had returned to a stable and contented state.
Drawing a magic circle is a very mentally demanding task, especially such a large magic circle.
With his current strength, under normal circumstances, to draw such a large magic circle, he would need at least three days of rest to restore his tired spirit to fullness. After taking the quality energy potion, this kind of sequelae is equivalent to nothing to him.
This is the scary thing about a well-prepared spellcaster.
Of course, these are all piled up with money. A spell caster without money is in the same embarrassment as a clever woman who cannot make a meal without rice.
“Is this a purification circle?” Herister walked over and said doubtfully, “Actually... you don’t need to do this at all.”
"Indeed." There was a smile on Brian's restored color face.
“But the Burning Skull was transformed by the resentment left in the body of the casters during their lifetime. Even if we killed it, we did not sprinkle holy water on the body, or cast dispel magic and dispel magic on it. When the curse is lifted, their remaining resentment will still regroup over time and transform into new flaming skulls again."
"Now that these skeletons and flaming skulls are together. At the same time, I simply purified them all to prevent them from being awakened by other dark forces in the future." He added the last word, "Just for peace of mind, after all, I am half Netherese. "
Helister nodded slightly thoughtfully, looking at Brian's face for a long time, a smile flashed in her soft and clear eyes.
Just as the two were about to leave the area, three groups of ghosts suddenly condensed in the shadows, forming three spellcasters dressed in Netheril-era costumes, floating in mid-air, blocking their way. Way to go.
Brian signaled Helist not to act rashly, took the initiative to take two steps forward, and said to the three ghosts, "If I guess correctly, you are Bronn and Karin, the three students of the great arcanist Opas. And Salisa."
He named the three arcanist ghosts one by one.
The three ghosts who were about to introduce themselves suddenly swallowed their words and showed surprised expressions.
"Your guess is correct. We deeply apologize for the offense just now." After a short silence, one of the middle-aged ghosts wearing a pointed hat spoke first:
"Broken In the Year of the Weave, we all died in the disaster of the fall of Azuma City. Everyone believed that it was the arcanists of the Empire who suffered our eternal punishment for disobeying the gods and destroying this land. I thought it was the end, but who would have thought that 300 years ago, an evil blue dragon litch broke into our city, disturbed our slumber, and used evil blasphemous magic to wake us up from our slumber, staying forever. In the painful episode of the Year of the Broken Weave ”
"This is a sad story..."
Brian looked at them sympathetically and blessed in a sincere tone, "Now that you are free, may the Netheril Empire be immortal, and may your The soul rests in peace, and may the door to the realm of paradise be always open to every citizen of the empire..."
"Thank you for your blessing, and thank you for letting our soul rest in peace."
The three arcanist ghosts bowed deeply to Brian with gratitude on their faces, "May the arcana be with you, kind-hearted adventurer, you have been recognized by us, and you have won the hearts of many." Qualifications for the Star Treasure House. Go, our teacher is waiting for you in the sleeping sarcophagus."
After finishing speaking, the three arcanist ghosts showed expressions of relief on their faces that exuded sickly light.
They unconsciously turned around and looked at the surrounding ruins, staring at the sandy ground of their once familiar home that stretched out like rotten teeth. The ruins of ancient streets poked out from under the sultry yellow sand and meandered through it. Ruined walls and ruins of fallen buildings.
Unconsciously, their expressions became dull and helpless, and then they began to cry uncontrollably in a low voice amidst the howling of the miserable wind.
It wasn’t until their solidified ghosts slowly faded and disappeared into the air that Brian felt that the mournful wail lingering deep in his soul had finally disappeared.
At the same time, he noticed that there was something extra on his body, but after calling up the attribute bar and checking carefully, there was nothing abnormal.
In this regard, he could only think that this was the approval from the three arcanist ghosts.
In fact, he really had no intention of helping these resentful souls to be freed. As he explained to Helister, he just wanted to fulfill the duties of half a Netherese.
Unexpectedly, he was unexpectedly recognized by these ghosts and qualified to obtain the treasure trove of stars. This was an unexpected surprise for him.
After a short interlude, the two continued walking deeper into the ruins.
The eye-catching mausoleum in the ruins is a 20-foot-high platform, built from 50 to 80 tons of boulders, in the shape of a step pyramid, with a mausoleum on top.
The mausoleum is surrounded by a ruined stone wall and is the only building here.
He and Helister walked along the stone steps towards the mausoleum on the high platform.
Halfway through the journey, Brian, who had "tremor perception", instantly noticed the slightest movement in the stone floor with mountains of sand on both sides of the stone steps.
Herister obviously noticed the surrounding situation, and her keen eyes unconsciously looked in the direction of the source of the sound.
"Don't hold your hands back, just clean them up." Brian told her, and the latter nodded slightly.
"Meat~~fresh meat..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of ragged corpse demons let out blood-curdling screams and emerged from the sand piles on both sides of the mausoleum, surging towards the two of them like a tide.
The wight is an evil undead creature transformed from a mortal driven by dark desires and great vanity.
Not only do they possess the memories of their lives, but they are also driven by their self-awareness during their lifetimes. During the transformation of the dark rituals, most of the corpse monsters have mastered the necromancy school-like spells.
Although the challenge level of zombie monsters is not high, only about level 3, among the players, they are the most troublesome existence among the low-level undead.
However, today they faced a psychic whose strength reached the legendary realm, which doomed their outcome.
Brian didn't even plan to take action when he saw Heliste, whose clothes were rustling, once again used the method to deal with the skeletons. A burst of energy caused the group of corpse monsters to fall to the ground and fall apart like wheat. .
But the battle was far from over. He heard the trembling sound coming from above the tomb. When he looked closely, he found that the battle just now attracted five or six storm giant skeletons.
"Invaders, you have entered my lord's territory, get out!!!" The first one arrived, a storm giant skeleton holding a metal mace, with a vulgar voice. roared.
Brian was slightly surprised when he saw the storm giant skeleton appearing.
It was really hard for him to imagine how a blue dracolich killed six adult storm giants, desecrated their corpses, and turned them into undead.
After all, storm giants are the most powerful beings among the giants. An adult storm giant is no less powerful when facing an adult dragon.
This made him vaguely feel that the Blue Dragon Lich hidden deep in the tomb might have other helpers.
Remembering the true identity of the Blue Dragon Lich, Brian immediately took advantage of the gap before the storm giant skeleton approached and said to Helist, "Is there a way to seal the surrounding space? No one can Reached here through teleportation spells."
Although the blue dragons have been transformed into lichs, they still cannot change their greedy personality.
Under normal circumstances, any giant dragon will never allow outsiders to enter its lair. This is even more prominent among the five-color evil dragons.
Therefore, in order to prevent the Blue Dragon Lich from running away or swaying people in advance due to being unable to defeat him, he thought it would be safer to make some preparations in advance.
"If we just seal off the tomb, there will be no problem."
Herister instantly understood what he meant, she smiled calmly and said in a confident tone.
I saw her gracefully raising her delicate jade hands, and a nearly invisible psychic barrier enveloped the entire mausoleum silently.
Seeing this, Brian immediately felt relieved and began to concentrate on dealing with the storm giant skeletons that stepped into his attack range.
He first used teleportation spells to avoid the two millstone-sized stones thrown by the storm giant skeleton, and then built himself an elemental shield to resist lightning damage.
Seeing the attacking Storm Giant skeleton release a thigh-thick blue and white lightning towards him, he stood calmly and chose to resist the lightning.
"Boom!"
There was an explosion, and Brian stood motionless on the spot, his deep eyes locked on the storm giant skeleton attacking him, and streaks of blood seeped out from the void. The ectoplasmic energy was transformed into a dozen crystal tentacles covered with spikes, tightly binding the 6-meter-tall skeleton.
——"Sixth Ring Spell: Fire and Ice Storm!"
Seeing the restrained enemy, he did not dare to waste time and recited a few spells quickly. The arcane storm of ice and fire condensed and formed over the roaring storm giant skeleton, drowning it.
——"Soul Blade: Blade Storm!"
At the same time, his psicrystal servant threw the astral construct under his feet high into the sky.
The trembling and buzzing little flying sword suddenly swelled into a giant sword that exuded the luster of blue and white crystals, and then turned into countless identical weapons, shooting at the huge skeleton of the storm giant like a violent storm. body.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..." The giant swords, which were as dense as raindrops, hit the broken body of the storm giant's skeleton, erupting with a sound like lightning exploding, and finally turned into dots of light and dissipated.
The skeleton that broke free from the shackles of the crystal was also turned into a pile of broken bones in this intensive attack.
"The target is dead!"
"Soul energy is being extracted..."
"Experience points gained: 15,000 points!"
.........
Seeing the experience points gained, Brian was not surprised. After all, the strength of an adult storm giant can compete with an adult dragon.
Although his strength was weakened due to being transformed into a skeleton, the challenge level still remained at around level 13. It is not surprising to gain so much experience.
Then, he noticed that Heliste did not obey his instructions not to hold back, but controlled all these dying giant skeletons through the crystal thorn tentacles.
Seeing this situation, he naturally gave an order to his spiritual crystal servant unceremoniously, letting it control the two-meter-long giant sword to destroy the enemy that Helister deliberately left behind. Five storm giant skeletons remain.
After the battle was over, the two of them arrived at the gate of the mausoleum without any hindrance.
He walked near the closed door, first used detection magic to check if there were any traps around, and then used the magic he had to open the door to try to open it.
To his disappointment, despite all his efforts, this seemingly inconspicuous stone door remained tightly closed.
In desperation, he turned his eyes for help to Helister beside him.
This elegant and refined psychic stood quietly behind him. After noticing his gaze, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly to him.
Helist's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
“Boom!”
Immediately afterwards, the door was smashed into pieces by an almost invisible violent force.
Brian instantly felt as if an earthquake had occurred. A powerful force made the entire tomb tremble. He was also caught off guard and almost rolled down the high steps.
After stabilizing his body, he glanced at Helister's beautiful face from the corner of his eye, and found that she was as calm as usual, with a quiet temperament, as if Nothing interests her.
Her appearance was impossible for anyone to imagine that this beautiful elf in front of him had used the most violent means to forcefully tear down this solid stone door that left him helpless.
"Why are you still hanging around? Let's go." Heliste gently opened her jade lips and reminded softly. There was a touching charm in her eyes that Brian had never seen before.
He smiled awkwardly and quickly followed her light steps into the mausoleum together.
What appeared in front of them was a hall 60 feet long and 20 feet wide, with columns on both sides. The dark and sealed space was brightly illuminated by torches in the lamp niches on the wall.
The flower patterns carved on the pillars have long faded, and the walls are covered with cracked and crumbling paintings depicting pastoral life on the green land. In the clear sky, you can still vaguely see floating floating towers. A small black spot in the empty city.
"Stop!" A cold shout came from a dark corner of the hall.
Two burly dark knights wearing jet black full-body armor, with only a pair of blood-red eyes showing from their entire bodies, appeared and stared coldly at Brian and Helister.
It turns out that there are two fourth-level paragon dark guards guarding here. Seeing clearly the origins of the black knights, Brian secretly smacked his lips, and then through telepathy, he told Helist that he would leave it to himself. A practice session.
After all, his strength has improved so quickly, and he has rarely faced professionals below the legendary realm alone. He wanted to test how strong his explosive strength was.
“Clang!”
One of the dark knights raised his giant sword with both hands and roared hoarsely from the gap in the steel mask, "This is the territory of Lord Desert Storm Krizka. Anyone who trespasses will die!"
—— "Fourth Ring Spell: Bigby's Battering Ram!"
As soon as the Dark Knight finished speaking, Brian activated "Magic Rapid Fire" and "Arcane Twins", releasing ten of them made of sparkling purple. The battering ram transformed from the force field hit his chest hard.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
In an instant, the body of the Dark Knight, wrapped in full body armor, passed through the hall like a sharp arrow, hitting the hard wall heavily, and made a loud sound. There was a loud bang and a wail, and then like a broken doll, it slid from the wall to the floor.
At the same time, another dark knight holding a two-handed sword rushed towards Helister without overestimating his strength.
“Pfft!”
The Dark Knight, who was successfully attacked by Brian, spat out blood and tried to get up from the ground tremblingly.
——"Sixth Ring Spell: Ice and Fire Storm!"
Of course Brian would not give him this chance. A baptism of ice and fire left him with a gap before the battle. No nonsense impression.
However, he no longer had the chance to use this lesson he had learned at the cost of his life.
"The target is dead!"
"Soul energy is being extracted..."
"Experience points gained: 20,000 points!"
……… …
On the other side, Helister’s battle had just ended.
The Psion's attack methods were much more merciful than Brian's. Not only was there no blood on the ground, the black knight also seemed to be asleep, with no obvious injuries on the surface of his body.
Then they found a stone staircase extending underground deep in the hall.
This time, Brian did not volunteer to lead the way.
He followed Helister's thigh, and after letting her clear the magic trap set by detecting psychic energy, they walked together along the stone stairs towards the basement of the mausoleum.
At the bottom of the stairs, he could see a spacious hall 300 feet wide and 600 feet long.
The walls and pillars here are inlaid with blue crystals. In the distance, there is an altar standing in front of a door made of fine gold. The door is engraved with symbols and inscriptions that glow dimly.
Brian's intuition told him that the place that the fine gold door led to was definitely the treasure trove of stars mentioned by the demon.
When he was about to summon the golem and let it help open the treasure house, he suddenly realized a problem. They didn't find the blue dragon lich.
Thinking of this, he looked around and found that there were no other passages for entry, so he said to Herister, "Check if there is any secret room hidden here."
The Blue Dragon Lich didn't appear, which always made him feel a little uneasy.
This is as if the dungeon has been finished, but the BOSS has not appeared for a long time, so that he can only stay in the dungeon with a question mark on his face.
Along the way, Heliste obeyed any request Brian made, and she didn’t even have any thoughts to refute it.
She opened her psychic field of prophecy and enveloped the entire spacious room, searching for every detail.
About two or three minutes later, Helist opened her eyes and said to him, "There is a secret room hidden just above us, and I suspect that the Blue Dragon Lich is hiding in it. ”
"Is there a way to find the entrance?" Brian asked: "Do I need a key? Or can you open it."
"Of course." Herister met his expectant eyes and revealed A mysterious smile.
Looking at her familiar smile and her delicate jade fingers pointing to the ceiling above her head, Brian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instantly understood what this beautiful female elf was going to do.
As expected, Heliste's beautiful eyes were slightly focused, and her slender fingertips suddenly emitted balls of ectoplasmic energy that made his heart palpitate.
“Boom!”
In a daze, Brian had an overwhelming illusion about the surrounding environment.
Although he and Helister stood motionless, the whole hall seemed to be trembling with the rhythm of a burst of energy from her fingertips.
"Boom!"
This feeling is like a shock coming from the distant void, but it affects the material world, making the entire hall feel like it is collapsing.
The entire mausoleum seemed to have experienced a terrifying earthquake. The paintings on the walls fell one after another, the tables and chairs shook far away, and all kinds of noises filled the period.
Faced with Heliste's forced demolition through violent means, if Brian had not understood her character and understood that she could not belong to the chaotic camp, he would have hid or rushed out of the mausoleum.
Despite this, he couldn't help but hold his breath and watched dumbfoundedly as the psion summoned powerful energy across the distant void to hit the ceiling above.
At this moment, he finally understood that the secret chamber of the Blue Dragon Lich was above them.
Helist's intention is very obvious. Although it is troublesome to find it or enter through the gate, she will simply pull out the firewood, demolish his secret room, and let him set up various barriers and traps in advance. Even the proudly sturdy gate is just a decoration.
He didn't know what the mood of the Blue Dragon Lich hiding in his lair was at this moment, whether he was trembling.
"Boom!"
With the fifth bombardment by Helister, dense cracks appeared on the ceiling at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just when the entire ceiling was about to collapse, Brian saw Heliste's graceful figure flash, and a refreshing fragrance hit his nostrils.
This beautiful psychic has appeared in front of him and put up a protective barrier in time.
At the same time, the cracked ceiling collapsed, and rubble poured down like rain, mixed with countless bright gems, glittering coins and dazzling treasure boxes.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Brian instantly understood that Herister had really demolished the Blue Dragon Lich's lair.
(End of this chapter)