The parchment finally slowly fell into Boom's hands, and after dinner, Boom actually entered the dimensional space in Rikka's belly alone, and told his companions that he planned to be alone.
Christine is not surprised by this, because no matter how strong or weak the magician is, every magician has his own secret. Just like the mysterious parchment in Boom's hand, or the poison bead necklace around his neck.
This situation is a concrete manifestation of the special nature of magicians, because compared to vindictive professionals, magicians are more focused on killing with one blow, and there is no way that they can easily reveal their trump cards.
Perseus and Hastur were squatting idle by the fireplace. The former seemed to be roasting a beef leg bone, while the latter looked salivating.
Rikka rested her head on Christine's thigh, chewing chocolate biscuits while always covering her lower abdomen with her left hand. The left hand was Rikka's dominant hand, so this behavior became an unwillingness to let anyone
No one can disturb Boom’s representation, not even Christine.
Seeing this, Christine reached out and pinched the little girl's face, but she did not touch her belly. As a mixed elf who has lived for more than four hundred years, Christine naturally knows that there are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed, just like Rikka.
Reliance on Boom is like having Hastur as a relative.
Looking back at Boom, he is now walking step by step towards the water pool in the dimensional space, because it is the place he is most familiar with, but he no longer has the protection of the hanging tree.
I'm very curious about your trump card, or that you can actually float into the air in the dimensional space, at least I can't cast any spells here.
Boom was lying on his side in the sea of flowers, and while eating dried meat, he spoke to the parchment scroll like an old friend. However, the parchment scroll always looked like that, neither responding to Boom nor making any unnecessary moves. What Christine said earlier makes sense, but in my opinion, everything is nothingness, and only life and death are situations that no existence can ignore!
Now that I have become a mage, even if I can no longer master new space spells in the future, I still have a chance of reaching the pinnacle.
So from a certain perspective, you have become a dispensable thing, and it is still something that cannot be controlled. So... tonight, either you surrender to me, or you are torn into pieces, and there is no need to worry about it again.
It only adds to the trouble!
This was Boom's first attempt to talk to the parchment, but it only changed over time
Seconds passed, and the other party seemed to have no intention of communicating with me.
Boom sighed when he saw this. Although he was very reluctant to give up, he finally slowly raised the steel knife. As Christine said before, magical weapons are essentially nothing more than psychic props. If they cannot be used
If the master drives it, it might as well be destroyed to save time.
The steel knife was getting closer to the parchment. Boom seemed to have made up his mind and seemed unwilling to maintain the bond between the two. He had the idea of destroying the other party, and the dimensional space was the most appropriate tomb.
But just when the steel knife was about to touch the parchment, the dazzling fluorescence appeared out of thin air, instantly causing the entire dimensional space to flourish. However, this overwhelming force of pressure was extremely stubborn, not only breaking through the shackles of the dimensional space
, and even wrapped up Boom in the end.
Hehehe, you don’t think I’m going to die like this, do you? Thank you very much for taking care of me over the years, but if you really plan to kill me, you’d better disappear!
The raging flames of vengeance hide from sight, suffering, waiting, and the weird faceless... Damn it! Damn it! Damn the dimensional space! That little girl Rikka cannot be easily forgiven!
Because Boom could not resist the coercive power emanating from the parchment, and he could no longer control the emotions he had suppressed for many years, he suddenly went crazy and turned into a beast. However, the spell that strangled the circle had just been cast.
After chanting for less than half of the time, the space magic power in Boom's body dissipated like a flood. The finger bones holding the steel knife turned white in turn, and the shadows of the swords appeared in mid-air. Boom howled hysterically, as if he was completely
The parchment that changed his destiny turned into an insurmountable stumbling block.
Die! Die! Die! Boom kept waving the steel knife, just hoping that the parchment in front of him would stop dodging in the next second. However, the parchment appeared more dexterous, and always perfectly avoided this meaningless attack.
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Unbridled! A cold voice sounded out of thin air, and a pair of indigo pupils appeared instantly, and then slowly floated higher.
One thread, two threads, three threads, hundreds of threads! Countless blood threads poured out from the cracks, and finally condensed into a monster whose whole body was wrapped in bandages, without arms and facial features, and whose entire face was twisted to the back. p>
The monster seemed to have received the order. It roared and ran in front of the parchment, then opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it directly.
The harsh sound of creaking in the dimensional space
It echoed in the room, as if this monster was not afraid of that kind of coercive force and was bent on crushing it into food.
Another burst of space magic energy shot out, but apart from being able to pierce the monster's lips, it could no longer dominate the dimensional space.
Damn thing, you are just a scrap of soul, and you actually tried to kill Brother Boom!
Do you want to apologize? You seem to have got the wrong person. I am not a magician! As for whether you live or die, you must follow Brother Boom’s will!
The blood cocoon speaks Common Language fluently, and at this moment, the parchment scroll is located directly under the blood cocoon, without any thought of resistance.
It is just the remnant of a certain space system great mage. Although it has inherited that unruly nature, it is still unable to resist more powerful existences, such as ancient beasts, or mysterious creatures that are on par with ancient beasts.<
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If you can do these two things, then I can forgive you today. Otherwise, you will die in the dimensional space and become the nourishment for my evolution!
First of all, from now on, you will not disobey Brother Boom’s orders, whether it is asking you to assist in training or telling the truth.
Secondly, if you stop Brother Boom from practicing, then be prepared to be torn to pieces by me. You are just a slave of Brother Boom, and you have no other status than that!
Those blood lines finally settled in front of the parchment, and after forcibly peeling off one-tenth of the opponent's soul, they calmed down.
The parchment nodded upon hearing this, and then it quickly returned to its headband form and fell into Boom's hands. However, Boom fell into a coma at this moment due to the sequelae of heart failure.
What a silly brother. He can lose his power just because of a nondescript magic weapon.
Damn it, you can be wrapped up in Brother Boom's palm, but I can only stick to my brother's chest! If I didn't need your help, how could I forgive this behavior so easily!
The blood cocoon kept mumbling to itself, but finally settled on Boom's chest. Just a few seconds later, it floated into the air again. It seemed that this angle was the perfect place to observe Boom.
The dimensional space returned to calm, and the previously destroyed flowers bloomed again, as if no force could completely destroy them.
But Blood Cocoon did not return to his stone throne. The pair of indigo pupils always reflected Boom's face, which seemed to be full of dependence and attachment.