"Toads wander outside the gray garden, and vipers stare at the cold moonlight. It is dead and quiet. The candlelight in the distance guides the direction. The bright moon and stars are invisible. Sleep forever, the corridor of souls!"
As the chanting of mantras sounded, the power of dark spiritual energy began to surge in the illusion. The tip of the wand of annihilation erupted with a cloud of light, and another corridor was formed, and it was as different as the original one. Then the sound of toads and poisonous snakes appeared again, but these illusions did not come from the original tunnel, but were the embodiment of Christine's spell.
"I finally got what I wanted, but the process was too bumpy, at least not as free and easy as Boom's."
"To be fair, this time I relied entirely on the Wand of Annihilation and the Urn of Pregnancy, but I seemed a bit reckless."
"It was a very interesting experience, but the mistake will only happen once. I will be more cautious in the future to avoid making such ugly mistakes again."
"It's just...it's time for me to break away from this illusion. After all, there are still companions waiting outside, and I don't know how long it has been."
Christine murmured to herself, and saw a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes, and the aura she exuded was even stronger than Bumdu's.
The reason why this phenomenon occurs is also due to the different directions chosen by the two magicians. Boom can be said to be a complete opportunist. He practices silently on weekdays, but once there are further signs, he will do his best.
Hold on with all your strength.
Christine, on the other hand, is more like a counselor. Whether fighting the enemy or breaking through the realm, she is always used to planning in advance. But this time she underestimated the horror beyond the peak, otherwise she would not have almost fallen. A moment later, the extremely manic dark psychic power began to spread bit by bit deeper into the corridor. However, the corridor finally chose to actively avoid it and slowly disappeared into the invisible.
This is the embodiment of Christine's extreme anger. She now has no intention of peeking beyond the peak and is simply willing to destroy everything visible.
As the tunnel finally dissipated, the entire illusion was completely controlled by Christine. However, the power of dark psychic energy became more violent. When cracks appeared in the darkness, the familiar fragrance of flowers also poured into the nose. After a brief absence, Christine slowly opened her eyes, but still broke away from the illusion and returned to the real world.
Familiar wooden furniture, familiar walls and wool carpets. A sigh echoed in the room for a long time, but I did not realize the joy of the first self-created spell.
As long as she thought about it, she could finally get what she wanted this time, completely relying on the help of the wand of annihilation and the urn of pregnancy, and it had nothing to do with herself.
Reflection, or melancholy. Although Christine returned to the real world, although she was safe and sound, she did not make a statement immediately, and just sat in the room thinking about her previous wrong actions.
"First of all, I underestimated the mysterious power beyond the peak too much. Otherwise, I would not be able to set foot in the illusion and would be imprisoned in place, without even a chance to cast spells."
"Secondly, I'm still not calm enough. I knew the situation was already very bad, but I still forcefully activated the power of life, which ultimately led to me completely losing my ability to fight."
"Also, after I comprehend the first self-created spell, I should stay in that illusion for as long as possible. Even if I gain nothing, I can still take a closer look at the fog at the end of the tunnel, which will also be a good guide for the next advancement.
Make preparations in advance."
"It is truly a failure among failures. Now I can only practice this spell to the extreme before I am qualified to think about other things."
Christine said this, and then took a deep breath, and slowly returned to her usual calm appearance. She has lived for five hundred years, and has experienced countless narrow escapes. Naturally, she understands but cannot ignore her weaknesses.
Exposed, even to your closest companions.
You should solve your own problems by yourself. No matter what kind of trauma you experience, you must not lose the desire to fight back. Transformation varies from person to person, at least for Christine, this time of penance, she has another spiritual level.
Much tougher.
More than fifty days passed by in a flash. As Christine returned to the world, the dark psychic barrier outside this three-story building was also completely broken.
However, those black fog always lingered around, eventually rendering the sky ink-colored, and the day that should have been clear and clear was shrouded in night.
It is a giant corridor that leads straight to the sky, as if one end is connected to the flower pavilion, and the other end is connected to the cemetery of the gods.
The aura of despair quickly enveloped the entire Flowing Light City, causing countless people to crawl on the ground, their bodies trembling. The end was coming, and there was no hope.
The chanting of mantras sounded leisurely, and the wand of annihilation floated in the mid-air, unleashing the power of dark psychic powers wantonly. Perhaps because she had made too many mistakes, Christine rarely allowed herself to be willful and took advantage of this to relieve herself.
Relieve the depression in your heart.
The cry of toads sounded, and the poisonous snakes condensed and formed. Except for Rikka and Gloria, everyone in Flowing Light City was unable to act independently, even the so-called peak experts.
Despair, fear, sadness, regret, and abandonment. Layers of negative emotions swept through. Those with a strong will could still maintain a trace of rationality, but others were pale and looked like walking zombies.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, sister Christine is really exaggerating. Forget it, after all, it is rare for me to be willful, but I can't stop her!"
"Perseus, please tell me that the soup house will be open as usual today. Everyone has nothing to worry about. It's just a nightmare."
Although Rikka said this, she still put on her black robe and seemed not interested in taking a bath. Perseus nodded after hearing this, and then informed the "Eight Blades of Flowing Light" about his master's order.
Under the protection of the beast's coercion, everyone in the soup house was not affected. But everyone, including the "Eight Blades of Flowing Light", were also shocked by the vision outside the window.
"Hasta, what you should do now is not to meet with Teacher Christine, but to warn some young people from taking advantage of the situation."
"From now on, except for Rikka, Perseus, and the Eight Blades of Light, you must kill anyone who dares to set foot in the flower pavilion."
Boom put down the dinner plate and crushed two dragon crystals as he spoke. The protective circle was instantly propped up, and the huge petal magic pattern was spinning in mid-air.
Hastur was stunned when he heard this, and then sat back by the campfire again. Although he was worried about Sister Christine's comfort, he also trusted Boom very much.
"It seems to be over, Lady Gloria, what do you think we should do next?" Alberto, the female insect, lay on the window sill and asked with a smile.
It was closest to Christine, and coupled with its natural keen sense of smell, it naturally sensed the other person's return to the world immediately.
As for the strange phenomena outside, the female insect Alberto didn't care at all. At least judging from the intensity of the spell Christine cast, it was sure to escape unscathed.
"Sure enough, as I imagined, Christine has successfully reached her peak, and is far more terrifying than Brother Boom."
"Strange, why did the life force she lost earlier come back? After I complete the 'Grand Cemetery Conjecture', it's time to have a chat with her."
Gloria never raised her quill, or in other words, in her eyes, the alchemy array on the table was the most important thing, rather than some peak expert comprehending a new spell.
But her judgment is also very accurate. Although Boom has now comprehended two self-created spells, in terms of combat power, they are far inferior to Christine.
Half an hour later, the corridor disappeared invisible, sunlight spread again, and Flowing Light City returned to normal. The last ray of dark psychic power was absorbed into the body, and Christine was seen slowly walking out of the three-story building.