"You see, I am a transformation druid with very weak spellcasting talent and no qualifications. How about you let me go and let me help you find a better one."
"If you have a single-round spell casting talent, you are indeed not qualified, but among the people who can be possessed within this seal range, your consciousness and physical strength are the highest, and you can accommodate my power and wisdom to the greatest extent during my lifetime." This is what makes Nick.
Very unexpectedly, "Besides, I don't have time to find a new body. It's not an easy thing to create a gap between a person's soul and body."
Hearing this, Sherlock immediately thought of why Nick could be possessed so easily, and finally a trace of anger emerged in his heart, and he roared: "Could it be that those ghosts in the past few days were sent by you?"
The previous stories had little to do with him, so he could deal with them calmly, but when he helped those ghosts complete their obsession, he was really touched, which gave his Holy Mother heart a great sense of satisfaction.
Nick's scam was really unacceptable to him.
"Oh, don't worry, these are true. For weak people like them who don't understand the value of life, being able to sleep forever is indeed the best destination." Just like looking at people who are not incapable of casting spells, Nick also looks down on and even hates them.
Anyone who gives up life easily because he is so eager to live more, even in a humble form.
"Okay, I finally finished speaking what I had been holding back for more than 20 years. Then, this will be the last time we meet, my friend."
If possible, Sherlock would definitely punch to death the man who was holding him affectionately. However, in the sea of consciousness, he was completely controlled by others and could not make any resistance movement.
As Nick's consciousness gradually dissipated, the scenery on the window also shook. He knew that the other party should be driving the body that originally belonged to him.
Let's cut the perspective to the outside.
At this moment, Sherlock had already snatched the Eternal Dream from Huayedi's hand, and then grabbed the Sword of Dusk lying on the ground with his other hand, and then said to himself: "I forgot, thank you very much for bringing it."
It’s such a precious thing, otherwise I really don’t know what to do with this broken sword.”
The power on the Twilight Sword is the only thing he fears now. Originally, except for the descendants of the Twilight Lord, no one else can really control this sword, but the Eternal Dream, whose energy comes from the same source as it, can just absorb the power from it.
After absorbing it, it can in turn help him resurrect.
Sherlock held the Eternal Dream and the Sword of Dusk in his hands respectively. An energy wave connected the two, and then an orange-yellow light like the setting sun flowed along the passage.
Until finally, the light on the Dusk Sword disappeared completely and turned into an ordinary giant sword, which he threw on the ground casually. The original pure white of the Eternal Dream was stained with a hint of orange, making it look even more dreamy.
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"Sherlock, look at it, this will be the most beautiful scenery you will ever see in your life. It is both the end of a life and the beginning of a life." He raised the Eternal Dream with both hands and shouted loudly.
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The next moment, a holy and dazzling light bloomed from the flower, instantly illuminating the entire night sky.
When Sherlock, who was in the sea of consciousness, saw this scene, a sense of peace and tranquility suddenly annihilated all his other emotions, and even the intense fear he had at that moment disappeared completely in the next moment.
In this peace and quiet, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he seemed to hear angels singing in his ears, and finally escaped from the game.
"Hey, why would Silinxi entrust me to such a person..."
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"Ah!" Sherlock, who suddenly woke up from his sleep, took off his helmet and slapped himself several times wildly.
"Number 11!"
"Number 11!"
"No. 11——!"
"Axia, No. 11 just changed into the body of Galaxy 25o, and there is no problem with the hearing system."
Hearing the familiar voice of No. 11, most of the panic in Sherlock's heart disappeared. Fortunately, he shouldn't be dead. It was all fake.
As a professional player, Sherlock has died in virtual games not tens of thousands, but thousands of times, and he has even been killed more than a dozen times in one day.
Therefore, he can deal with everything that happens in the game with a mentality that will not change even if the mountain collapses, of course, including death.
Anyway, this is all fake, so there is nothing to be afraid of. This is what he comforted himself when he first started playing the game.
Only this time, as Nick said, the feeling of gradually blurring consciousness was far more terrifying than sudden death. He almost thought he was really dead.
"Gulu, Gulu..." After drinking two glasses of water, Sherlock finally recovered, "Number 11, help me call up the character data of the Forgotten Realm."
He really wanted to know what would happen after Nick took over his body. After all, this seemed to have never happened in the Forgotten Realm.
Based on experience in past games, the general result is that the player will drop the level after death, and the NPC will appear in the game with another appearance.
"Okay, A-Xia." No. 11 immediately displayed the data on the light screen as usual.
"The level has dropped by one level, the attributes have not changed, and the things are still the same." Fortunately, nothing exploded, and no permanent damage was caused. However, all the experience gained from killing Xue Qiong was lost again.
When thinking of Xue Qiong, an even more painful thing jumped out. He didn't have time to pick it up after the opponent died, and Nick probably didn't like it either. I don't know if it was cheap in the end.
Which lucky guy.
"Ah, my heart, my heart hurts so much, I can't help anymore..."
"Axia, there is nothing wrong with your heart."
"No. 11, I know."
After struggling on the ground for 5 minutes, Sherlock finally picked up his energy and checked the information in the player log.
From when he was possessed.
System prompt: The Flower of Eternity absorbs the power of life and death and is strengthened.
This is a reasonable thing, but I don't know how strong it is.
System prompt: You used resurrection on Nick.
Was the light he saw before he lost consciousness a resurrection spell? This formation was a bit big.
System prompt: Nick used the Imperius Curse on you, the charm judgment failed, the undead resistance judgment failed, the soul was annihilated, and the player died.
System prompt: You killed Nick and gained 1 experience point.
The two prompts were less than 10 seconds apart, which was really puzzling. He was already dead, so how could he kill Nick in such a short period of time?
The experience was obtained, and no one else was involved, which proved that the other party did not blow himself up, and no one else helped him. He killed the other party alone.
"That's weird!" Until the end of the death time, Sherlock couldn't figure out the reason, so he decided to go online first to check the situation.
