"I don't know if you can return to your original appearance. I'm not a psychic from a foreign race. Your form now looks too much like a magic weapon."
"Besides... I don't think it's cool to have a flower by your side. At least I don't have any special hobbies."
Boom was very happy that he had finally become stronger again. Although he still couldn't pretend to rescue Gloria, in his heart, change was a good thing.
Sticky moss was spread on half a piece of black bread, and the musty "water" softened it. This was Boom's food all day long.
As he spoke, he activated the space magic power in his body. However, the arm that had just been drained of blood was the first to open the wound, but Boom was already used to this, and he thought it was the troll witch doctor's "
"The Art of Stabbing Blood".(Chapter 216)
Immediately, the black wooden flower emerged from the palm of Boom's right hand. Its five wooden petals were the most extreme black, forming a sharp contrast with the white space-based magic power fluctuations that slowly dissipated.
The black wood flower turned slowly, as if it could really understand what Boom said. However, it did not return to the form of a black wood staff, or it could not do so at all.
Boom sighed softly when he saw this, and then tried his best to reduce the magic power consumption in his body. He actually didn't care about the appearance of the weapon, but you must know that the black wood staff was the first gift Rikka gave Boom, so Boom
I don’t want the black wood staff to look like anything else, not at all.
"I don't know how that little girl will react when she sees it. Old man, just ask for your blessings."
"Enough nonsense. I have been thinking about one thing for more than seven months, and it has been played out in my mind countless times, but I have never taken any action because the magic power is not enough to sustain the spell."
"Just give me a helping hand today. If it really succeeds, I will help you explain it to Rikka."
Boom sat up straight with his legs crossed, and then quickly swallowed all the black bread in his stomach, and said jokingly again. This is a small habit he has developed over the years, he is used to talking to himself and asking questions.
However, the smile on his face gradually faded away, replaced by coldness and ruthlessness. Boom has always had this attitude towards practicing magic, so harsh that even Christine felt it was too extreme.
But Boom knew that his talent was too mediocre, and he had no mentor to teach him since he was a child. Therefore, he worked hard to the point of self-abuse. It was precisely because of this that Boom was able to advance to the next level in his twenties.
For the Magister.
At this moment, there is no trace of confusion in Boom's eyes, instead there is an infinite desire for "life". This is his true appearance. No matter how dangerous the situation is, Boom will never give up life.
The hope of going on. Coupled with the self-examination in the dream before, he saw the current situation clearly and was naturally able to make another breakthrough.
Immediately, the surface of Boom's body began to glow with gray and white fluorescence. The white ones were naturally polymers of space magic power. The gray ones were the grudges that had been hidden in Boom's body for more than twenty years.
"No! I have Rikka and companions now. I can never change back to my former self! Either surrender to me or get out of my body!"
There was a bang! Boom suddenly opened his eyes and punched the ground for no reason. With his action, all the wounds that had just improved collapsed, and the cell was instantly filled with the smell of blood.
But fortunately, Hei Muhua used space magic to block the iron door of the cell in time, otherwise the Pava Federation master who was on duty in Boom tonight would have noticed it instantly.
Maybe it's because Boom's strength has reached it, or maybe his mind is really too strong. In short, those gray things started to be swallowed up by the space magic power little by little, and they had no intention of resisting.
The strange magic pattern petals appeared again, but this magic pattern petals instantly withered and withered, which seemed to indicate that Boom's practice was destined to end in failure. However, the scattered magic pattern petals gradually piled up in one place.
, after Kuro Muhua chose half a circle, she actually "stood up".
"I feel that the way I look now is not normal. I'd better correct it to avoid creating something useless again."
Boom looked at the "person" in front of him who was made up of magic pattern petals, and then smiled and said. He waved his hand, and the "person" disappeared completely.
"I don't know if the magic power left in the body is enough. It's really ironic to say that I don't need to use the magic power stored in the black wood flower."
"The Pale Nest awaits the return of the old master. The wings of the young eagle flutter with the wind. The sky is a cemetery of prayers. Dead branches and fallen leaves. Nirvana! Fetal spirit clone!"
Boom first shook his head in self-mockery, and then a strange aura surged out of thin air in the cell. Along with the chanting of unknown mantras, the magic pattern petals appeared out of thin air again, and quickly withered and withered again. p>
"If I hadn't said anything, no one would have noticed anything strange about you except the top experts." Boom looked at "himself" in front of him and said softly.
This is a magic move that Boom has been pondering for many years, and it was finally declared successful today. The fetus spirit clone is a product condensed by the magic power of the space system. Its appearance and breath are exactly the same as Boom. And except for
In addition to being unable to carry out any attacks, it can be said to be another Boom. This clone can not only share the field of vision with Boom, but also convey messages on his behalf.
"Oh? Then what should I do now? Don't talk about us sitting in the cell together, that would be too stupid."
The fetal spirit clone actually has its own thoughts, but they are completely suppressed by the main body. In other words, every time the fetal spirit clone appears, it is another brand new Boom, rather than always inheriting the memories of the previous one.
I saw that the fetus spirit clone was wearing a gray linen hood, and on its waist was not the black wooden staff that Boom once had, but a dagger. As for the pair of black eyes, they were exactly the same as Boom.
"Stop talking nonsense, you can sneak into the ground and look for Gloria now. Since you are my clone, you can naturally sense that little girl, right?"
Boom said coldly, and then began to clean the numerous wounds on his body. Black Muhua naturally crawled back into the palm of Boom's right hand again, without even using a trace of stored space magic power.
"I'm a psychic product. You don't think I'm afraid of death, do you?"
"Then I'll go look for it. Since you are the creator, you can think about it when you have time and let me cast some spells, okay? It's really a useless body!"
The fetal spirit clone sighed after hearing this, and then it gradually disappeared into the stone wall, like a ghost. However, as soon as his head poked out of the iron door of the prison, his body quickly dissipated.
"Next time, remember to cast spells when you have sufficient magic power. Even I understand this simplest and easiest-to-understand principle. I really doubt how you cultivated to become a space magician, you useless thing!"
The fetus spirit clone turned to look at Boom, and then grinned, completely invisible. That mean tone and contemptuous expression were exactly the same as Boom's.
Boom sighed after hearing this. He had never wanted to maintain the casting time of the fetus spirit clone, but the most important thing now was to recover the magic power as soon as possible instead of wasting the magic power he had worked so hard to condense on the experiment of new spells. Boom's body lacked magic power, and the fetus spirit clone could not get out of the prison, let alone find Gloria. Therefore, from that day on, he became more and more crazily injecting more magic power into the black wood flower. But in this way
The consequences are naturally endless pain and suffering, as well as maggots that appear from nowhere.