Chapter 2087 Hiding behind the scenes in the name of assassin
Looking at the various types of mutant psychic powers, the explosive psychic powers are the most violent, the ice psychic powers are the most ruthless, the air psychic powers are the dullest, and the thunder psychic powers are the most angry.
, the power of stone psychic powers is the most dull, and the power of dark psychic powers is the most weird.
The power of poison-type psychic powers is the most sinister, the power of sacred-type psychic powers is the most loving, the power of metal-type psychic powers is the most violent, the power of natural-type psychic powers is the most peaceful, and the power of space-type psychic powers is the most peaceful.
Tolerant, and the power of nervous system psychic energy is the most mysterious and unpredictable.
According to legend, in the age of ancient magic, the most powerful neurological magician was not one with powerful spells, but one who could control the mind with the power of neurological psychic powers, achieving the state of killing people invisible.
Therefore, top neurological magicians can not only kill the enemy by casting spells, but also use the power of neurological psychic energy to disturb the opponent's mind.
The so-called "disruption" can be divided into good and bad. For example, the nervous psychic power that Alberto instilled into Hastur is more to "disrupt" the opponent's subconscious than to directly harm the opponent.
After all, the two have different psychic powers. In addition, Hastur is in danger this time, and it is not caused by the depletion of life force. Therefore, Alberto has no choice but to forcefully restore his lover's consciousness. As for whether the other party can get the reward
Whatever she wishes, it's not something she can control.
The perspective shifted back to the second floor of the necropolis, Philecht Nalantis, to the misty tidal flats, and returned to a few hours ago. Hastur, who was unconscious in the dream, slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
, the originally chaotic space disappeared, replaced by the boundless pale pink mist.
Although Hastur has lost many memories, he has not forgotten the natural users of nervous psychic power, those female soul butterflies who always like to spread light pink mist.
However, Hastur attributed this dream change to his soul butterfly clan, but did not think of Alberto.
After all, in his eyes, Alberto was the female insect in his left-eye insect nest. He was appreciated by Lady Gloria just because of his eloquence, and was even given the "Alberto Aldagos" by Sister Christine.
"The name.
But he never thought that the other party was also a soul butterfly, and that she was the only remaining female soul butterfly, her soul mate, and the lover who had silently protected her for millions of years.
This was also where Hastur was immature. He also thought about whether the mother insect currently residing in his left eye insect nest was as spiritual as Alberto.
"Although I don't understand what is going on, after all, the relic has only one chance in its lifetime to start the journey of final transformation. Only once can it transform into a real ancient beast."
"I have never believed in any gods, but today, I hope that the soul butterfly clan can bless me to succeed, otherwise the clan will perish."
Hastur didn't think too much about the origin of those nervous psychic powers. He just regarded them as the wonders of the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis and as the blessing of the ancestral spirits.
Wu Xia looked aside, Hastur felt that he was lucky to have regained his consciousness, and he had no energy left to think about why he woke up.
Ferociousness, this is a characteristic possessed by all living things, whether ancient ferocious beasts or reptiles. The only difference is that the viciousness displayed by the creatures is very different.
Although Hastur's status as an assassin requires him to remain calm at all times. As a relic, he also possesses the ferocity he deserves. In other words, for a relic, can he transform into an ancient ferocious beast?
On the one hand, it requires a sufficient foundation of strength, and on the other hand, it also requires a little luck.
After crossing this hurdle, there will be no obstacles to future cultivation and there will be infinite possibilities. If you cannot cross it, you will stop at the level of a relic and will die within a hundred years due to the consumption of a huge amount of life force.
However, Hastur always seemed very calm. After all, he had lived for more than five years, and had personally participated in the elven civil war, and had seen too many near-deaths.
Therefore, he has thought about this third journey of transformation millions of times. Not to mention being completely mentally prepared, he has already made a clear direction.
If he fails, he will leave quietly without disturbing his companions' journey. But if he succeeds, he will also transform into what he hopes to be.
"Lord Boom and Sister Christine, as magicians, are more suitable for long-distance combat."
"Lord Rikka cannot control any spiritual power, but he is the sharpest knife, which can be used against anyone."
"Brother Perseus has now transformed into a driver of wood spiritual power, which means that defense issues should be left to him to take care of."
"Lord Gloria is mysterious and unpredictable. Although her personality is a bit extreme, I have to say she is the most reliable."
"As for that guy Alberto... It is estimated that he, who has the same status as a relic, will need to settle down for several hundred more years, but currently he cannot be regarded as an immediate combat power."
Hastur took a deep breath and immediately began to analyze the positioning direction of his companions. This was also the biggest reason why he insisted on being an assassin. After all, his companions were stronger than each other, but they only lacked the person who did the dirty work.
Moreover, Hastur himself also enjoys the pleasure of killing the enemy silently, and the pleasure of the enemy begging for mercy in his hands.
"I am not afraid of charging into battle, but given the current position of my companions, there is no need for that."
"In the name of an assassin, I hide behind the scenes. This is the direction of my transformation, and it is the only way for me to repay the kindness of sister Christine's upbringing."
Hastur said this, then he took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. He saw the power of poisonous psychic energy continuously coming out of his body, and finally the second floor of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis was destroyed.
The foggy tidal flats evaporated into a sea of fog.
It was the most extreme black, like an endless night without the bright moon and stars. All the poisonous insects in the foggy tidal flats were drained of their blood by the fog sea, and the poisonous beads dried up and shrank quickly.
Compared to Christine's elegance, Hastur is completely at another extreme. In his eyes, except for his six companions, any living being can be discarded casually.
From the perspective of relics, this is also the nature of Hastur. You must know that relics are just high-level beasts that control a certain type of spiritual power, but they cannot practice like professionals, at least not after possessing spiritual powers.
Chimae did that.
Just like when a knife stabs you, you will subconsciously make an evasive action; just like a small fish will subconsciously run away and swim away when it hits a big fish; just like a tumbleweed will follow the wind to avoid falling apart.
Devour, accumulate strength through constant devouring, and go all out when the time is right. Hastur's idea is simple, as long as the Misty Beach is not destroyed, as long as the necropolis Philecht Nalantis is not put in danger
, then you can do anything by yourself.
With a crisp sound, the dream disappeared. Hastur looked around and found that he had never moved at all and was still sitting in front of the giant tree hole. Only the bonfire had been extinguished long ago.
Waking up from the dream also shows that Hastur has broken through the first shackles and taken a step in the third journey of transformation.
There was no sound, and no living beings existed. The foggy shoal was completely reduced to a dead zone. Only the power of poisonous psychic energy surged more and more violently, and even began to impact the alchemy array that maintained the entire space.
However, the alchemy array fluoresced slightly, swallowing up the poisonous psychic powers that tried to get close in an understatement. The scene was like Gloria standing in front of Hastur. No matter how presumptuous the opponent was,