When everyone arrived at the periphery of the Ectoplasm Tree, they saw clearly that the monster had no actual form. To be precise, the Ectoplasm Tree was made up of a large hazy light blue mist.
This mist forms the outline of the tree, as well as the shape of the branches and vines, which are constantly swaying in the night breeze.
"Evolution, thirst for spirituality, and efficient pollution ability." The Banshee King looked ahead with interest, "It is an exquisite configuration of the extraordinary law of derivation, but it can be seen that there are traces of crude technical adjustments inside."
"This thing must have been put in by people within the Holy See? What a fool... Instead of expecting this thing to destroy the extraordinary people, it is better to say that the whole world will suffer from it in the end. This thing is not a dead thing, as long as it evolves randomly for 2-3 generations
, after the traces of technology left in it are eliminated, no one can control it anymore.”
"When the time comes, your world, which does not have enough level cap, will be doomed to be dragged into a silent destruction. Thank you Mi'er, at least you can still be saved now."
"What should be done specifically?" Asker asked.
"First we have to find its core." The Banshee King replied, "Go deeper here for a kilometer or two, narrow down the scope of the search, and then talk."
So Ask led everyone in and stepped in. As his body was immersed in the light blue mist, the erosion on his body surface that had been suppressed suddenly became violent.
"Can you perform that 'speak as you please' again?" Feeling the intensity of this erosion, Asker couldn't help but ask, "For example, 'You can't be eroded', or something similar?"
"No." The Banshee King said sternly, "Now that we are inside its body, anyone who activates his ability will definitely attract its attention."
"So before we find its core, not just me, but everyone can't take action at will to avoid exposing ourselves in advance."
"But we may not be able to withstand the enhanced erosion." Ask frowned and said, "In this way, I have a law skill called 'Ambush'. When you are in this state, as long as you do not activate your ability and do not attack the target, you will not
Discovered by target."
"How about you first give us a curse that resists erosion, and then I immediately activate the ambush skill to avoid the attention of the ectoplasm tree?"
"If you have time to activate your skills, what do you think the ectoplasm tree will do when it detects something strange but cannot find the source?" the Banshee King said jokingly, "it will plow all the nearby land.
, use the most intense firepower. Can your ambush skill evade an indiscriminate large-scale attack?"
"In this case, just transfer to other planes, right?" Ask said, "For example, after entering the anti-corrosion state, quickly hide in the shadow world."
"This is definitely not possible." The Banshee King denied again, "The shadow realm is equivalent to the back of the main plane. Ordinary people may not be able to do anything with it, but the same cannot be said for the ectoplasmic tree... If it has eaten the extraordinary power of the shadow sequence
Or, then its branches can extend into the shadow realm, wouldn’t we be affected?”
"In other words, it has to be transferred to a plane that it can't enter, right?" Asker said in his heart that although the shadow plane is not possible, we have Hearth Island!
At this time, Sheila suddenly raised her hand and said, "I have a question."
"What's the problem?" Asked.
"How long is Lord Minerva's curse?" Sheila said calmly, "Since the ability activated within the body of the ectoplasmic tree will be sensed, then we only need to install the anti-corrosion curse on the outside first, and then enter it.
In the body, is there no problem?"
Ask:………………
Banshee King:………………
"Oh, you see my team members are really smart." Aske laughed and said.
"Yes, a certain group leader is a bit incompetent in comparison. I can't even imagine such a simple reason." The Banshee King also laughed.
"In front of high-level demigod seniors, it's my turn to make suggestions." Ask said, "Seniors must have more experience than me."
"Senior, I'm just a dead person. Do you expect a dead person to come up with ideas?" The Banshee King conjured a fan out of nowhere and covered the lower part of her face, revealing a crescent-shaped curve.
Eye.
"Ahem." The other party regarded herself as a "dead person", and Asik had no choice but to take advantage of her shamelessness, so he had to say, "Then just follow Sheila's wishes."
So everyone turned back and walked one kilometer away from the ectoplasm tree, and then the Banshee King came to add the curse.
"You must not be eroded by the mutation." The Banshee King closed her fan and drew a strange symbol in the air. "If there is any fatal damage, it will be borne by this object."
After the symbol was drawn, like magic, she conjured up a fleshy doll with a bloody face and printed the symbol on its body.
"After applying my damage transfer curse, this flesh and blood doll can bear three times of damage for you." Banshee King said, then threw it to Peggy, "Take it and put it away. If the number of times is not used up after the mutation is over,
, still valid."
Peggy curled her lips and put away the ugly doll.
"Are you okay?" Ask noticed that after casting the spell, the spirit of the Banshee King seemed to be a little weak.
"Used one-third of my spirituality." The Banshee King waved her hand, "It's not bad."
She sat back on Ask's shoulder again. Everyone headed towards the ectoplasmic tree, and after a while they arrived at the outer edge of the mist.
Entering the fog, everyone found that the erosion was much weaker this time, and they could block it out with almost no effort to concentrate.
Due to the previous "curse of perception", neither high-dimensional creatures nor the ectoplasmic tree discovered the existence of these people. Everyone walked cautiously in the mist, feeling that the clothes on their bodies were almost wet.
High-dimensional creatures were still flying around overhead, making sharp and incomprehensible screams. Everyone held their breath for a while and walked towards the direction where the fog became thicker.
Suddenly, Nora, who was walking next to her, stopped.
Her expression was dull for a moment, and a blood hole suddenly appeared in her chest!
Then the blood hole slowly healed, and along with the flesh-and-blood doll hanging on Peggy's waist, the same wound began to appear on her chest.
"What's going on?" Everyone immediately stopped and looked around as if facing a formidable enemy, but found nothing strange.
Nora fell weakly into Asker's arms, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she said after a while:
"It's a dream."
"I was attacked by a nightmare."
Dream? Ask looked at Medea, who immediately reminded:
"Have you forgotten? When we captured Hearthfire Island last year, we had a bitter battle with a nightmare! The dream sequence is the nemesis of the mind sequence!"
"Because users with psychic sequence abilities have particularly keen mental perceptions, dream attacks will cause more intense damage to us." The Banshee King took over the words and said, while floating down from Asker's shoulder and reaching out in front of us.