The Amber Sword

Brando and Charles came from the sarcophagus at a moment near the sarcophagus. Unlike the cold of nature, which he had personally experienced in the mountainous areas of Arkash and which was as harsh as a knife, it was creepy to have a vice in the heart. “What the hell is this?” Brando was astonished and immediately felt an evil thought enter his spiritual world.

“Mortal, bow down to me! ”

A majestic, as if the sound of a heavenly thunderbolt rolled down his heart with infinite force. No, mental confusion! The alarm bells in Brando's heart, accusation of confusion type of magic is the most wicked form of dark witchcraft. By erasing the effects of souls and memories, individuals with free will are turned into slaves of the practitioner. Such magic completely flouts the dignity of life itself and has been expressly prohibited from research and use in Wizard texts as long ago as 700 years ago. Nowadays, only a few cults and very individual spiritual wizards study in secret, but Brando never dreamed that there would be a cult or spiritual wizard lying in the sarcophagus.

Even a thousand years ago, spiritual wizards or cults did not dare to openly build mausoleums for themselves, not to mention that most spiritual wizards sought immortality. Half of the countless spiritual wizards who had fallen over the centuries had died.

Neither do the dead wizards believe that the soul will rest in the earth.

“Run, tremble, weep helplessly for your sins, and accept the infinite wrath between the heavens and the earth!” The roaring sound of thunder whistled.

Brando has calmed down, and the heavy pressure in the spiritual world has formed an infinite giant in front of him, and he looks up and finds himself and this giant standing on an infinitely dark plain - the giant lifts his palms and presses them down on him like a mountain, and for a moment the wind and clouds turn colorful, as if the center of the heavens and the earth were the only mountain left with a growing five-finger mountain.

“Get out of here!”

Brando gritted his teeth and yelled. He knew it was an illusion, but he couldn't stand the cold sweat on his back in the face of the growing giant hand, the real feeling was too strong, even the wind pressure pressed him against his breath.

Theoretically, the puzzle technique is an attack on the spirit, so long as the will is strong enough, the other party has no choice; he has had several similar experiences in the past, but unfortunately has not succeeded. The will of the warrior is so low that almost every time such a situation occurs, he loses control of his body at the sight of darkness, and by the time he wakes up, he is already in the temple of resurrection.

This unfortunate experience has not helped him at all, because there is no chance of another in this world.

Brando strained his nerves and was ready to face that shocking blow, he couldn't help but think that he had killed one back and forth safely in this ditch? In the meantime, the giant palm of the mountain has been pressed from the top of his head - the spiritual attack points directly to the soul, ignoring almost all external protections, and the spiritual resistance of the warrior is the most fragile, normally almost unbeatable - but what Brando did not expect was that the giant palm had not yet reached one of his hair in time, as if it had encountered some great resistance over his head, and the sound of the bombardment had collapsed and broken apart.

He saw with his own eyes that the palm seemed to have hit something, creating a crack from the center, and then climbed out of several long cracks, turning his eyes and dissipating into countless pieces.

“It's impossible!” That thunderous voice stopped.

After the giant's palm crumbled, it dissipated into a cloud of light wind and smoke, and Brando clearly felt that the original terrible spiritual shock was like a light breeze over the water, creating only a few ripples on his spiritual barrier.

“This? This...? ”

Brando was corrugated at the time, and his first reaction was that the monster in the sarcophagus was such an outsider, but there was obviously a problem, the existence of such high-ranking black witchcraft had to be at least Charles' level, so much so that the will barrier of a warrior character could not be broken.

In fact, this is no longer a problem that cannot be broken, but has had no effect whatsoever, roughly speaking, not a single piece of sweat has been damaged.

That feeling is like knowing that the other party is a terrible big BOSS, tightening the nerves and waiting for the other party's deadly blow to come, and the other party suddenly turns into a harmless little white rabbit. This, this contrast is too big, what is this called?

Brando was confused, and suddenly a scream came out of the dark world: "Impossible! You can't be a human. How can a human be so powerful? What the hell are you!” The loud voice above the sky at this moment actually brings with it a dull, broken sound that makes people feel like a crazy woman with a scratch on her hair.

“Hmm?”

Brando suddenly reacted -- willpower? “Ha ha!” He immediately couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart, because he remembered his own attributes of will, because of the infusion of God's blood into his body by Andersha, had been raised hundreds of times, and with his present strength of will, this level of spiritual assault in front of him was simply the axe of Ben Gate.

If Andrea was still here, Brando felt like he was going to have to hold her for a kiss, which was fantastic. However, he also had a little sweat. He had been a warrior in the game for too long. He was used to being a natural for a while. He didn't even think about it. He was almost frightened by the monster.

But he immediately laughed, looked up at the heavy black cloud in the sky, and wanted you to confuse Brother - Brother will hundreds of times, less than ten rings of witchcraft basic immunity, even a witch looking for a silver body completely remodeled does not necessarily have such high willpower. But now the world in which he lives is clearly a mysterious illusion formed in the spiritual realm. The monster in the sarcophagus has a lot of nerve. At this moment, he still hasn't retreated. Brando bit his teeth and let out a spiritual shock into the sky.

“Ah--!” There was a terrible scream over the sky.

It was logical that Brando could not have had a mental shock without specialized training. But that means that, in terms of attack, the world is in fact Brando's inner world, under his control. So Brando's attack at this moment can be said to be self-defense and counterattack of his willpower; in the original battle at the spiritual level, the available battle was extremely restricted, demanding that the willpower of the invading party must be able to completely suppress the surgeon, ridiculously enough that the monster found Brando's high willpower unresponsive at a moment, and ate a huge loss in Brando's attack.

“Ahhh...!” With a series of screams, the monster finally escaped from the illusion, the endless dark plains suddenly dissipated, Brando a spiritual spirit, which awakened him from his spiritual world. At this point, he was almost drenched in cold sweat, but he immediately heard a voice in his ear that was of concern to one of his older sisters: "Brando, Brando, what's wrong with you? ”

That was Otales' voice, and Otales was connected to Brando's heart, and she felt Brando's abnormality the first time, but she had just spoken and Brando's eyes had recovered. The confrontation in the spiritual world seemed intense, but in reality it was only a moment away.

“There was a monster in the sarcophagus, almost that thing's way. ”

“Mental assault?” Otales reacted quickly and she looked serious, asking.

“Mmm.”

“Are you all right? ”

“Nothing." Brando felt a little tired and drained, but he shook his head and said no harm - he believed the monster in the sarcophagus must have been worse than him, his will attribute was a little over 100 points, similar to that of nuclear weapons in a level 34 or 40 spiritual crusade. He believed that if he hadn't just killed the monster, he would have at least beaten half to death.

“Giggle, too, I just remembered that your little monster has been transformed by the blood of God, and that monster is so unlucky.” The Knight Sister couldn't help laughing.

Brando couldn't help laughing, but Otales was right, and he can't say whether he's human or not. It's an elite template, and it's God's blood. He's embarrassed to say he's a purebred Eluyn.

“Charles, are you okay?” He immediately turned to his magician attendant, who was the only one with him who approached the sarcophagus to provoke the monster's attack. He had such a high will to defend himself, but Charles didn't. He was worried that the other party would be under control, but he didn't expect Charles to be on his side looking at him a little nervously.

“Are you all right? ”

“Lord, are you all right?” Charles was a little surprised to say the same.

“Ah," the young waiter blinked, reflecting: "The mental control effect is not working for me, after all, I'm just a card. I'm worried about you, but you are... Cough, you are unexpected, you can handle even mental assault so much more than you expected, how wise and divine... ahahaha!” He played a ha-ha, ha-ha, laughed.

Brando sighed helplessly, indeed saying that the chances of a Golden Class warrior facing the same level of spiritual control immunity were minimal, but it was also bad luck for the monster to meet him and Charles, who were both strange, one with a surprising will, and one without * * God's control at all.

If it's a BOSS in a sarcophagus, it's probably one of Amber Sword's worst BOSS. Think of it here, he's ready to open the sarcophagus.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)