[Dancer of the Throat of Death] Citalopram will have to acquire this magical skill sooner or later, but not now.
It is one of the key ability branches of the Half-Dead Daughter.
This magic, by imitating the concept of "The Pale Princess and Her Lover", fixes a willing soul as one's "backing dancer".
Many of the key abilities of the Half-Dead Daughter in the later stages are related to her backup dancers.
Whether it is exchanging positions and states with the backup dancer, or letting the backup dancer control his body after entering the spirit state. You can also use the backup dancer as a "casting base station" to cast spells with your own backup dancer instead.
, thereby changing the direction and extending the casting distance.
Just like the relationship between a hunter and his pet...a hunter without a pet has no soul.
It's just because Citalopram's Holy Light Mark is limited, she must give priority to redemption and auxiliary abilities - after all, there are too few healers among the players. And even if she has no dance partner, at most she is not that flexible... But if she
If you don't redeem the healing ability, you will directly lose a key healer.
"If nothing else happens," Lin Yiyi roughly estimated, "she should be here within two months."
In fact, Citalopram said he would come over at the end of this month.
But when Lin Yiyi spoke, she left a little room - in case something unexpected happened suddenly and Citalopram did not come, thus disappointing this little ghost lady.
It would be a surprise if citalopram could come in advance.
If she really forgets, or there is something urgent suddenly, Lin Yiyi can also help remind her.
Pofisi just nodded seriously: "I will wait for her."
"Do you know each other?"
Salvatore on the side finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.
When he saw Pofisi, he was still so nervous that he couldn't help but tense his back.
Generally speaking, Salvatore is not afraid of wandering souls without consciousness or spirits controlled by soul-stealing wizards.
But for this kind of ghost that could speak and have self-awareness, he felt an inexplicable sense of fear for no reason.
It's not that I'm afraid of ghosts, but I can't tell you what I'm thinking...
"We haven't met."
The girls looked at each other, and it was Porphys who spoke first.
She floated forward a few steps, causing Salvatore to move his head back. This made Porfisi want to laugh out loud.
She coughed lightly, suppressed her laughter, and said with a straight face: "My name is Porphys Cecilia.
"I am indeed an elf who once existed here, but before the history I was in was sealed...I happened to be absent. So, I became the only homeless person who did not enter the specimen storage vault.
Wandering ghost... I have been staying here, but I can't be seen."
Except for professionals related to soul-based abilities.
Only Silver level extraordinary people can notice her.
A lonely look flashed across her face for a moment.
But soon, Pofisi smiled happily again: "I once wanted to die, but now I have made up my mind - I want to become Sister Citalopran's backup dancer.
"I want to leave here... and continue to live after a thousand years of the time I lived in.
"Even this gesture can't be considered alive at all - I don't want to leave nothing behind and turn into nothingness."
Pofisi stretched out her hand to caress her chest and said seriously: "In that case, my thousand years of loneliness... will be in vain. I at least want to leave some traces, save someone, and preferably defeat someone who will destroy the world.
Great Demon King, leave my name.
"It's not a name like 'some elf who died here - Porphys'. It's the real one - my name."
"Have you considered?"
Kafni couldn't help but said: "Once you take that road... you will encounter more terrible, sad, and annoying things than any other road."
She vaguely saw her own shadow in Porphys.
It's not so much similarity as it is yearning.
Kafni's current thoughts are similar to those of Porfisi. If Annan wants to be a righteous person, then she will become a righteous partner - she can unswervingly walk on the path of justice, even if she pays any price.
No matter what.
But she thinks this way because Annan is here.
But if she was also locked up here and spent a thousand years alone... could she really still have such pure thoughts?
Can she really still want to save people instead of harming them?
Kafni was somewhat touched by this sincere kindness.
She couldn't help but said softly: "There is nothing wrong with leaving here. But if you want to take that path... you may regret it."
"I've thought about it, this is what I want."
Porphys replied firmly: "The more I think about myself living so long for no reason, the more I feel that I should not die so easily - it is an absolute accident that my soul can exist for a thousand years.
"But if you want to lock me in a small box and keep me as a collection... I definitely don't want to live that kind of life!
"I don't want to be a ghost anymore... I want to die, but I don't want a peaceful, senseless death. I want a heroic death - if this thousand years of loneliness is not 'being left behind'"
If it's a stupid thing, but to wait for the brave man who will save the world in the future... I can be satisfied!"
Even when meeting several people for the first time, Porphys could express her thoughts without hesitation.
If she were still alive, she would definitely be shy about such impassioned words like poetry.
But she has been dead for so long that she will no longer hesitate for such words.
Maria was also moved by her words.
But she was suddenly startled, as if remembering something, and asked: "You said... what is your name?"
"My name is Porphys! Porphys Cecilia."
Porphys made an ethereal and melodious voice: "My mother is Atalanta Cecilia."
"Atalanta..."
Maria murmured.
She suddenly asked: "Cecilia...what does it mean in Elvish?"
"Cecilia means [blind person]."
Porphys quickly replied: "Because our ancestors swore...not to pick up a bow and arrow and become a hunter. We will blindfold ourselves and become fire priests to guard the great fire of Sui Father."
"[I will wait with my sword], [I will serve the fire blindly], [I will die, and I will return]."
She read solemnly and solemnly in Elvish language.
But Maria kept saying this name over and over again.
"The blind one...the fire priest of Father Sui..."
Her expression gradually became serious: "Has your mother... ever gone to the cold winter?"
"...Winter?"
Porphys was a little confused: "Isn't that the place where the Frost Whisperers stay? Speaking of which, we also have some Frost Whisperers here."
"If I'm not wrong, your mother probably didn't enter this specimen storage library either...right?"
Maria asked slowly.
Porphys was stunned for a moment, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Have you heard of my mother?!"
"...Elves have the custom of serving dragons, just like centaurs serving elves.
"It is rumored that there was a Legion Commander of the Storm Legion who embarked on the path of a saint. She was recognized by the Heart of Justice and became the righteous saint of that generation.
"After she became a saint, she turned away from the path of the Great Fire, went to the Principality of Winter, and turned to serve the old grandmother's way of winter.
"With the power of the endless storm, she directly inherited the Storm Tower, which no one could inherit at the time, and became the ninth generation guardian of the Storm Tower. And with the last 'Frost Whisper', she gave birth to the first generation of
'Winter'.
"...She may be the ancestor of Annan and me."
Maria slowly spoke: "The rumored [Daughter of Fire Perversion], Atalanta Winter."