Chapter 2082 The poisonous wave surges and the apocalyptic painting appears
"The remnants of ancient ferocious beasts were reduced to the form of contracted beasts for unknown reasons in their early years. Fortunately, they were nurtured by the great dark mage Christine for hundreds of years, and finally regained their spiritual intelligence."
"In order to repay Sister Christine, I condensed the pregnancy spirit urn and gave it to her at the cost of degenerating my left eye into an insect nest."
"A driver of poisonous psychic powers. He is immune to poisonous spells. His heart is different from ordinary people. It was born on the right side. He can transform into a black butterfly for reconnaissance. His left arm can transform into a recurve bow, and his finger bones can transform into arrows.
But on weekdays, I use Chaos Poison Ivy (bow and arrow) more often.”
"After the Third Holy War, I was dubbed the 'Gray Death' by the world, but most of them spurned my legacy status."
While flipping and roasting a few skewers of pig intestines, he said softly. Hastur was seen staring at the bonfire, his whole body calm to the extreme.
This is his personal habit. Whenever he encounters a difficult problem, he will subconsciously analyze each other's surprises. However, now the enemy has become the third transformation journey, but he is still the same self.
"Shading is originally a dark spell that hides objects, but when used to its extreme, it can be integrated with the natural aura, making the body invisible to the greatest extent."
"This is the assassin move taught to me by Sister Christine, and it is also the move I use most now. Except for the ancient beast, Rikka-sama, and Gloria, I am confident that I will not be noticed by anyone.
."
After Hastur said this, he immediately used the Shadow Technique. He saw it disappear out of thin air without triggering any spiritual energy fluctuations, which was extremely strange.
"With fake skin, toxins in the body pour out from the pores, and the whole person quickly integrates with the surrounding environment."
"This is one of my innate secret skills, but it can instantly hide the figure and habitat. If it is used together with the shadow technique, even ancient ferocious beasts will not be able to sense it."
After Hastur said that, he immediately used the secret technique of fake skin. Not only did he disappear invisible this time, his breath even completely disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.
"Flying snake feathers are arrows made purely from poison. They are extremely poisonous and can track the target."
"This is the second secret technique of my talent, and it is also a method that I usually use to deal with enemies. However, although it can achieve almost perfect accuracy, its power is somewhat lacking."
After Hastur said this, he immediately used the secret skill Flying Snake Feather. Several arrows shot out of the air, piercing through a small sea of fog in silence.
"Wudu Vision, take out the female insect from the left eye insect nest, crush it and share the image with your companions."
"This is the third secret skill of mine, and it is also my most critical move. I can use this skill to surpass any assassin, and I can collect intelligence quietly."
After Hastur said that, he immediately used the secret technique of Uncensored Vision. He saw the image of the misty shoal reflected in his eyes, whether it was the bubbling mire or the insects huddled under the rotten leaves.
"Clearing insects and locusts, the arrows turned into countless sharp blades with barbs on the surface, falling from the sky like a shower to attack the enemy."
"This is my fourth innate secret technique, and it is also my strongest attack method at present. Unfortunately, this technique is not a single-target attack, but its power is somewhat unsatisfactory."
After Hastur said this, he immediately used the secret technique of Clearing Locusts. First, his left arm transformed into a recurve bow, and his phalanges transformed into arrows.
Insects chirped loudly, and signs of space distortion appeared in the sea of fog. However, this move seemed too ostentatious, or it was completely contrary to his identity as an assassin.
"Indiscriminately installing a poison puppet, the mother worm in the eyeworm nest instantly fell into a deep sleep, and the poisonous psychic power in the body completely went wild, forcing it to penetrate every part of the body. This allowed me to regain my fighting ability like a puppet, regardless of the previous tendon rupture.
Or fractures, or even missing parts of the body."
"This is a move I learned on my own. Although it has no offensive power at all, it can ensure that I am invincible in a short period of time."
After Hastur said that, he immediately appeared again. Under the influence of the random poison puppet, a black light appeared on the surface of his body, and the power of poisonous psychic energy quickly evaporated with a sound of gas explosion.
Another bit of firewood was thrown into the bonfire. Hastur was not in a hurry to start the third journey of transformation, but began to reflect on his own strengths and weaknesses like Christine.
His hands were shaking slightly, but this time he chose to sit still and went to the fourth-level dark forest of the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis to ask Sister Christine for her advice.
Taking a deep breath, Hastur has neither cast any spiritual barrier nor entered any spiritual space. As a remnant of an ancient ferocious beast, he will only rely on the power he has accumulated over the years to complete the third transformation.
trip.
This is the ultimate fate of every relic. In other words, it can either start another stage of its life journey, or it can go into silence.
Although Hastur has a somewhat stubborn personality, he also appears to be full of worries. However, he also has his own bottom line. He is neither afraid of failure nor does he stop moving forward with his strength.
In other words, as long as Sister Christine stops crying, he can leave quietly after failure and find a place to live in seclusion.
The black robe was replaced by the real power of poisonous psychic energy, and the sea of fog in the foggy tidal flat became darker and darker. The continuous surge destroyed countless vegetation in an instant.
As time passed by, the power of the poisonous psychic energy became more and more intense, and eventually the foggy shoal was corroded into space cracks.
However, even so, Hastur was calm and calm under the influence of the poisonous puppet. After all, this was an explosion of power that he had accumulated for nearly a hundred years, so how could he back down just like that.
After that, all my creatures in the misty tidal flat were completely corroded by the power of poisonous psychic energy. No matter flowers, plants, trees, or reptiles and ants, only some clever little guys had gathered around Hastur.
, was able to escape.
In the end, the entire second floor of the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis was reduced to the abyss of purgatory. The four basic psychic powers completely dissipated and were replaced by extremely rich toxins.
As the instigator, Hastur sat motionless in front of the bonfire. Since he had started his third journey of transformation, there was no reason for him to worry about anything. In other words, he could only get what he wanted by making a desperate move.
The emotions that had been suppressed for nearly a hundred years were released, and Hastur gradually forgot what it meant to be cowardly, and that as an assassin, he should keep his reputation secret.
The majesty of the Lord of Soul Butterflies will appear again millions of years later. However, Hastur today has long forgotten the most important memory. In the eyes of some people, he is still alive like a zombie. This is also the case with Hastur.
The tower's biggest obstacle, but Hastur himself didn't know it.
It is an invisible shackle. If you are willing to be bound, everyone will naturally be happy. But if one party betrays its trust, it will surely perish.
This is the huge difference in strength. Rikka has forgotten his past memories, but he can continue to be carefree. On the other hand, Hastur, who has started his third transformation journey, seems to be increasingly unable to do what he wants and is in danger of defeat.
sign.
As for the protagonist Hastur himself, it seems that it is still unknown. He is constantly activating the poisonous psychic power in his body, hoping to break through the shackles in one fell swoop and transform into a true ancient beast.