Chapter 2080: The lingering sound lingers, the movie theater never closes
"Go to sleep, since you call me sister, then next time you wake up, sister will definitely cultivate more poisons for you."
"Ten years, a hundred years, maybe more. But before that, you can just sleep. My sister's strength has increased dramatically due to the fusion with your soul. Not only has the total amount of psychic power increased several times, but her recovery speed has surpassed that of ancient evil spirits.
Beast."
On the tenth day, the fluorescence on the surface of the pregnant spirit urn flickered on and off, and then penetrated into Christine's body, blocking the soul communication with Christine, and fell into a deep sleep.
When its spiritual intelligence has just begun to develop, it lacks the nourishment of toxins, so it has no choice but to use this method to minimize its consumption. After all, once it loses its consciousness, the pregnant spirit urn will eventually become a dead thing.
But as Christine said, the benefits it has brought to Christine are already too terrifying. It is estimated that if this situation is known to anyone, countless people will definitely peek at the pregnant spirit urn. p>
Therefore, Christine planned to only tell the six companions that the pregnant spirit jar had consciousness, but as for the cultivation of poison, she could only leave it to the passage of time.
"I didn't expect it, I really never expected it. A lazy person like me could actually comprehend three different self-created spells during a cultivation journey."
"If I were still living in the Whispering Forest, I guess my mentor and the Dark Elf Queen would be happy about this. After all, there is a successor to the position of Commander, and I am the most powerful magician in the Dark Elf clan after all."
"And the third self-created spell is also a manifestation of my elegant temperament. It's just that those who can appreciate it with their own eyes need to pay for it with their lives."
Gloria patted her heart gently, and then said this. Now she can feel that the dark psychic power in her body is always active, and her perception has increased again, covering the entire necropolis of Feile.
Hutt Nalandis's fourth level space.
Her beautiful crimson eyes have become deeper, and in Christine's field of vision now, the four basic psychic powers are no longer mysterious, which is also a certain standard for measuring a powerful magician. p>
Apart from a few decision-makers in the ancient magic era, this standard can only be achieved by Boom and her.
"The voice of the castrato lasts forever, the devil breaks into the temple with his murmurs, the remnant soul of revenge quietly emerges, the curtain burns out, the stage collapses, indifference and madness go hand in hand, the shadow sleeps with the body, let's fight, Shadow Opera House!" Several poison beads were shattered, just because Christine wanted to show her most perfect side. The power of dark psychic energy poured out of the tree house like a substance, and then condensed into a strange space.
In that strange space, the four basic psychic powers were completely swallowed up, and the dark psychic powers began to be continuously compressed, becoming more and more clearly visible.
It was a building covering an area of nearly 10,000 square meters. The surface of the vaulted ceiling was engraved with reliefs of legendary demons, and the surrounding giant stone pillar bases were engraved with kneeling angels.
The more than 20-meter-high entrance resembles the mouth of a savage beast, but once a creature steps inside, it is impossible to escape halfway.
However, this is the first time Christine has cast this spell, so the upper and lower floors of the opera house are filled with insects and moths, but there are no intelligent creatures.
But even so, the performance on the stage was always going on. It was an extremely bloody performance. The devil twisted the angel's head, the god's blood spurted out, and the believers in gray linen hoods were being beaten one by one.
Broken ribs, the holy scriptures and prayers in the hands of the nuns are burning.
This was a silent mime from the beginning. The madness on the stage did not cause a single sound, and the "audience" off the stage was also silent.
But the eyes of those "audiences" were already dull, as if they were not enjoying this wonderful performance, but were still confused.
But the most bizarre thing is that as the performance on the stage continues, the "audiences" off the stage are either vomiting blood, or their chests are sunken, or their internal organs are shattered, or their eyes are distracted.
Time passed by minute by minute, and I don’t know how long it took. In the end, the weird performance ended completely. And looking at the "audiences", they were already dead.
After that, the dead "audiences" turned into dead souls, climbed on the stage stupidly, and quickly condensed into new actors. The curtain slowly rolled up again, and a new round of performances was presented. However, except for Christine in the audience
, but there is nothing.
"A very wonderful performance, at least it is in line with my personal preferences."
"This so-called 'Shadow Opera House' can accommodate up to nearly a thousand people. This should be enough. After all, what I am pursuing is a small-scale attack spell, not a space-based spell like Boom."
"This is somewhat of a prototype. As a space magician, Boom is responsible for large-scale attack spells, while I focus on strangling specific targets."
"Perseus, as a driver of wood psychic power, must be the best choice to use defensive skills. And Hastur is more responsible for assassinations and intelligence collection, and maybe adding an Albert
Trust."
"As for Rikka and Gloria...the sisters can just act casually. After all, not to mention me as a companion, I guess even their 'Brother Boom' can't understand."<
/p>
As she spoke, Gloria picked up the coffee cup and tasted it as elegantly as she did ten days ago. As the power of dark psychic energy quickly dissipated, the Shadow Opera House also disappeared, but there was no residue left.
Any body.
Due to the invasion of dark psychic power into the body, symptoms of psychic disorder occur, and then the person completely loses his or her consciousness like a puppet, and eventually dies due to being deceived into thinking.
But compared to the methods used by other magicians, the Shadow Opera House appears to be very "merciful". After all, from the moment they set foot in the Shadow Opera House, those creatures have already lost their ability to perceive, or they will not produce anything until they die.
Pain.
This is another kind of elegance that Christine said, an elegance in dealing with death. She feels that death is not simply a matter of wailing and panic, but it can also be so quiet, always smiling, and always behaving appropriately.
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The candlelight is still swaying in the tree house, and the dark forest is still buzzing with insects. The moonlight still lengthens Christine's silhouette, and the aroma of coffee still lingers on her lips and teeth.
Another poisonous bead condensed in the palm of her hand. Christine opened an ancient book again, but nothing changed after she realized three self-created spells.
After all, in Christine's mind, her goal is to start a plane journey and truly step beyond the peak. As for how many self-created spells she has mastered before, she doesn't care at all.
But she was actually quite happy to be able to surpass the ancient beasts. After all, in this world, apart from Rikka and Gloria, they were still under the control of the twelve demon beast lords.
But regardless of whether Boom or Christine, their impression in the eyes of the world is still the impression they had at the time of the Third Holy War. After all, no one could have expected that the peak powerhouse could go further, or that after the decline of the ancient magic era,
That belief disappeared.
Intrigue and deceit are the main theme of this world, and power and status are what most people pursue, whether they are ordinary people or top experts. This is also the reason why Christine always lives alone.
Before being treated like Boom, Christine had never cared about anyone, not even herself. But now, she is racking her brains for her companions. Otherwise, with her character a hundred years ago, she would definitely collect poisons from all over the world and let pregnant women
The spiritual urn can evolve again.
"Although I really want to see how Boom's training is going, I'd better wait in the dark forest."
"After all, as a magician, I must not disturb him, otherwise my mentor would be too outrageous."
Christine put down the coffee cup and whispered. After that, the candle went out, the black robe swayed slightly in the night wind, and Christine fell asleep.