Age of Adepts

Psychic creatures are probably the hardest of all witch guards to deal with.

If it's an ordinary witch, it's easy to clean up at some cost, thanks to the number of apprentices present. But if it's a spiritual organism, it's a little tricky.

First of all, these spirits do not have real bodies.

In the Low Demon World, people stop breathing and they really die. Body death also means the dissipation of spiritual consciousness, and the soul cannot exist alone.

But in the Gao Demonic World, spiritual consciousness may continue to exist in the material world with powerful will, even if the body dies, whether it is a human witch or a horror monster.

They revolve around strong resentment or obsession, agglomerating elemental matter as the trunk, and are powerful enough to reshape the material world.

Their bodies are between falsehoods and are capable of freely switching between the body and the entity.

When they become fictitious, transparent bodies are completely illusory and can travel freely in unprotected substances such as wood, stone, metal, etc. Only those manipulated elemental energies and magic fields can isolate their penetration.

When a body is idle, it is not physically harmed. However, due to the lack of solid body protection, the effect of damage can even be doubled when attacked by elements.

When they are converted into entities, the body in which the elemental matter condenses combines both physical and elemental damage, showing the effect of absorbing biological activity and accompanying intense negative energy damage. But like the spirit in front of you, there are obviously some frozen injuries attached to the attack.

At this time, the Spirit still has a very high immunity from damage to physical attacks, and damaged shells can be recovered by absorbing free elements in the void. So the most useful way to deal with spirits is with elemental attacks.

So, for the next half hour, the spirit was like a ghost assassin, drilling out of walls, floors, and ceilings from time to time, pulling a hand from several apprentices and quickly disappearing.

Because of its rapid concealment, most of the witchcraft inspired by apprentices hit the floor and walls, making it difficult to damage it. And after the apprentices were attacked by it, they were traumatized, their flesh rotted, their wounds frozen, and they had difficulty recovering from drugs like hemostatic ointments.

But oddly tight, the spirit resembles them, staring at a few of them, but ignoring Alice Riley beside them.

Alice also enjoyed herself, laying on the wall with the gem of truth in her arms, one by one, scrutinizing the image.

Like the wizard guards she had seen in the swamp tower, none of the portraits that could be placed in this corridor were normal. It's not some kind of spirit that's sealed inside, it's some weird thing with strange abilities.

Whenever Alice looks inside with the Truth Gem in her hand, the sealed monster squeaks and screams, desperately hiding in the depths of the painting to avoid the light of the gemstone.

Finally, Alice found the shady landscape painting on one side of the wall, and then saw the apprentice Will screaming desperately in it.

At this time, the portrait has turned into a low night on the screen.

In the cold, dark moonlight, the gray grass soil near the small mountain bag flickered, a shadow of shackles drilled out of the ground, and the low howl of shackles echoed the world.

This is a horrible dry corpse whose head has been sleeping underground for years. Originally full-bodied, completely dry at this moment, deep depression in the abdomen, thin hair on the head has completely withered yellow, countless corpses roll and creep between its hollow eyes, nostrils and mouth, climbing in and out.

They are stiff and slow, and as they move step by step, they are constantly dropping all sorts of black debris that can't tell the material.

They used to just wander unconsciously around the portrait world.

When a hollow and crippled nostril sniffs a few times, the familiar air smells the flesh and blood of living creatures and the warmth that makes the dead crazy.

The next moment, everything changes!

Dry corpses suddenly howled, and the gloomy smell of stale stench sprayed out of his mouth.

They burst into their lower body and rushed towards the apprentice Will's location with no less agility than a hound. They were moving faster and lighter, and Will had not escaped the shock of his heart, and had already rushed to him with a raging wind.

The rapidly spinning white bone shield blocked the plunging dry corpse back, and immediately, the locust-intensive bone teeth burst * out of Will's hand, beating the surrounding dry corpses to death with rotten flesh and black blood.

But it doesn't stop the desire of dry corpses for warm human flesh and blood.

As the dry corpses howled more and more, the entire earth began to boil. More dry bodies crawled out of the ground, howling and pounding at Will's location.

Damn, why so many?

Will cursed angrily.

His own affectionate elemental particles are negative energy, traveling the White Bone Wizard route, unfamiliar with dead creatures such as dry corpses, and even more familiar with other wizard apprentices. If there are only 120 dry corpses he can handle, but if there are hundreds of dry corpses, he can't resist being divided into three parts!

Will couldn't help but pull all kinds of white bone appliances out of his arms, stimulate the negative energy scent inside, and throw them into the dry corpse. A moment later, there was an alarming outbreak of negative energy. All dry corpses caught in the wave of negative energy are instantly torn apart, and the remaining soul consciousness in the body is dissipated and no longer able to command the dead body to stand up.

He studied negative energy, so he knew how to kill more effectively.

But this powerful white bone apparatus, Will, could not be too much, so after throwing four or five, his face was white and his lumbar bag was empty.

Will finally couldn't bear the twisted hiss of his face screaming in the face of a rapidly pounding corpse on all sides.

And at this point, the frame window in the distance fluctuates suddenly, and then it sticks in a huge palm from the outside. This palm is like a girl's little hand that has suddenly enlarged hundreds of times, her skin is white and delicate, and her palm lines, pores are all over it, and even her newly wiped red nails are clearly visible.

Big hands swoop in, cross the distant picture space, appear directly on the mountain bag, grab the trapped Will, and retract quickly.

Dry corpses clustered in Will's body, one stacked together, roared and grabbed onto the big hand, trying to leave it behind.

And their actions undoubtedly infuriated the owners of the big hands. The world in the portrait was instantly shattered and torn apart with countless dry corpses.

After disciplining the dead spirit inside, the big hand steadily retracted and eventually disappeared into the wooden frame window.

And in the corridor, Alice waved the gem of truth and drove away the delusional spirit that was attacking her in secret, pulling her right hand out of the painting on the wall with difficulty.

A light wave.

Arms were pulled out, and apprentice Will was pulled out with them.

The prey that was seen in the mouth was rescued, and the spirit was clearly angry.

As it ripped through the clouds and screamed, white smoke pervaded the portrait, countless dry corpses rushed towards the exit like they wanted to rush out of it.

Alice smiled coldly and shook the gem with her true vision, and a series of strange witchcraft symbols appeared right in the middle of the wooden frame portrait.

“Amiasa, the dead sleep! ”

When Alice quickly recited the vocabulary phrase, the wooden frame portrait gleamed brightly and a whirlpool of unknown white appeared, sucking in that screaming spirit.

When the white light dissipates, the wooden frame portrait returns to its original form.

Far off the mountain near the water, gray and black grass, on the slightly raised hill bag, that spirit is howling angrily...

Finally sealed the other side!

Alice turned around and looked at Warren with a smile: "Hey, big guy, if you take one more step back and shock the monster sealed in the portrait, I really don't care about you! ”

Warren looked back stunned with his right arm in his hand, and realized that he had just stepped back in a row and was actually a little closer to a wooden frame on the other side of the wall.

And in that portrait, between the stormy waves, a strange ghost ship was moving fast as the wind broke down.

Though I don't know what type of monster it's sealed with, Warren doesn't want to be sucked in by the painting just now, just to see what happened to Will.

So he hurried away from the portrait!

Looks like the guardian of the Sac Wizard's arrangement in this corridor is all the monsters in these sealed portraits.

It's a lot easier to follow up when you get a feel for the placement here.

Every step forward, Alice illuminates with a true vision gem to discover where the witchcraft trap lies. And what they need to do is take turns and seal it in advance.

As you can see, this is the main place where the Sac Wizard conducted his secret experiments, and the witchcraft trap he set up was simply dense.

The portrait was stamped with monsters and monsters. There was a security trap hidden in the candlestick. There was also a killing authority hidden under the floor...

As you can imagine, when an alien intruder enters the area, even a thousand miles away, the Sac Wizard can detect an anomaly here. At that time, all he had to do was rush back in time and capture them in one jar, blocking the enemy from the depths of the corridor.

Any witchcraft trap and organ, a bunch of witchcraft, always needs a witch to preside over.

But now that Sark is dead, the lab will one day be broken, even with more and more rigorous defenses.

So after a night of torment, several people finally made it to the lab door at the end of the corridor!

Here, a strange man's face popped out of the wooden door.

“Password… please say the opening phrase or refuse to enter! ”