Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 294 Spirit Astral Projection, Accompanied by Wind and Thunder

Lin Bo carefully reviewed the information on the Kunkas Shadow and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

As a creature born from the thoughts of the Undying Abomination, the Shadow inherited many of Kunkkas's traits. It is immune to any attack that alters its form, such as spells like Polymorph and Petrify, and is also immune to energy drain, control, and sonic damage.

Furthermore, the Metamorphosis Shadow itself has considerable damage resistance, exhibiting strong resistance to both physical and magical attacks.

This makes the Kunkas Shadow extremely difficult to kill. The last time it appeared, the descendants of the Nine Towns summoned the divine artifact projections of the extraterrestrial gods to weaken the Shadow's power and resistance. With the help of hundreds of adventurers from the cross-network, it took seven hours of fierce fighting to finally kill it.

Lin Bo's goal for this trip was to earn some killing experience in the main city of the Abomination Faction. Receiving the Purgatory quest to kill the world boss was an unexpected bonus. As for whether he could succeed, he was not certain.

However, Quincus's shadow was clearly not very friendly.

A long, sharp howl echoed from the vast, dark sea of ​​clouds. The colossal body of the demonic shadow swayed slightly, the air trembled and resonated, and the earth shook violently. The wicked offspring and followers of the Bountiful Royal Court poured out of their homes.

Looking down, Lin Bo felt that the enemy tide resembled an array of army ants, or a muddy river overflowing from the mountain streams and crevices, gushing out from the streets and houses and spilling over into the countryside.

The six-legged self-propelled bus set off with a spider-like swarm of iron legs. The computer-controlled shooting screens and blocky heads of the computer-controlled shooting characters peeked out from the windows. The rumbling green train, like a centipede, relentlessly crushed in, while thousands of tiny toaster bombardiers hopped forward with their spring-loaded legs.

Refrigerator bombers, kite transport ships, remote-controlled crows, and passenger planes in the air formed a vast black blanket, covering the illegitimate troops advancing on the ground.

The sky and the earth seemed like two iron curtains, extending outwards in a closed-off manner.

Lin Bo witnessed these wicked offspring merging with the molting demonic shadow, his body surrounded by dark light, his excited vitality surging even more.

He landed on the ground, slowly inhaling the air, filled with the pungent, bitter scent of chemical compounds—the aura of the twisted power of divine evil. He listened to the dense, dreamlike murmurs of the fallen, the cacophony around him boiling incessantly.

He slowly exhaled the stale air from his lungs, and then stopped breathing, because this body actually did not need to breathe, nor could it eat or drink. The enchanted cells were immortal and did not require external energy to maintain themselves.

The heart stopped beating as if it were just pretending, and the magical energy that filled the body flowed spontaneously to the brain.

The spirit, which was awakened not long ago by a sudden arrow from a wanderer, has not continued to sleep and has already passed the embryonic stage, officially entering the growth and development period.

Lin Bo's mental structure has shifted to the spirit; his spiritual dimension is no longer reliant on the biological brain.

The magical energy no longer flows through blood vessels and meridians, but instead originates from and ends with the spirit, converging to forge the divine body.

The spirit is the body within the body; it can control the physical form and also shed its shell to roam freely.

Lin Bo took a step forward, his body did not move an inch, but a blue humanoid silhouette emerged from his body.

This was the first time the monk had performed an out-of-body experience.

Lighter than flesh and blood, lighter than clouds and mist, almost as light as nothing at all.

The world he saw had no color; everything was gray, with only differences in light and dark.

But the light's message was clearer and louder than ever before. The light was telling the sorcerer which wavelengths were absorbed and which were reflected when it shone on objects. This information was integrated, summarized, and absorbed by the spirits. As a result, the colors of all things gradually emerged in the dragon's whisper of the light, and were clearer and more diverse than ever before.

The visible spectrum that spirits can perceive is far wider than that of human eyes, and wavelengths in the infrared and ultraviolet ranges are also clearly visible.

The evil power permeating the air touched the outline of the spirits, and the information revealed by the taboo words was also transformed into a sensory experience similar to smell. He smelled that pungent chemical compound odor again.

In the distance, the army roared, and a hot wind blew in. The air currents spoke the language of the ancient Druids, which the spirits reconstructed into a sense similar to touch.

Lin Bo's mental structure is rapidly reconstructing the sensory system that is most compatible with it. This is an instinctive adaptive behavior made by the spirit.

Sight, taste, smell, hearing, and touch return in turn.

The world has come alive, more alive than ever before.

The monk looked back—even though his divine body could sense light from all directions, he still looked back and saw his immortal form standing still, no longer radiating light.

This body will not be destroyed even if the sea dries up and the rocks crumble. If left unattended, the biological brain may be reactivated and a new consciousness may be born.

The spirit's body still clung to its old remains; there was no more suitable vessel than this flesh and blood.

Lin Bo was not in a hurry to return. He reached out and touched the mage's face.

A deep blue magical hand probed into the electronic structure within the mask, merging and connecting with the data world operating within the computing elements.

He sensed the virtual universe in his palm and touched the intelligent life form "Crown of the Stars" that existed within it.

The Crown of Stars is like a small life in a sandbox. Looking at the azure palm reaching in from outside the box, it stretches out its fingers and touches the index finger of the spirit god.

The "mechanical intelligence" property comes into play at this moment, and the Crown of Stars merges with the spirits.

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Progress: Transformation and Rebirth (Great Achievement) (Immortal Form)

Forging a spirit (approaching perfection) (impure and mixed)

With the computing components inherent in the Mage's Appearance, Lin Bo's computing power was suddenly greatly enhanced, and the intelligent algorithms provided by the Crown of Stars were even more extensive, profound, efficient and comprehensive.

His thoughts became boundless, and his Mind Control Technique suddenly broke through the limit of multitasking, growing continuously until it split into thirty threads. Each thread could independently execute a task, and through rapid switching, it could alternate and run hundreds or even thousands of projects in parallel. The mage's appearance, located at the processing unit at the back of his head, was imbued with magical energy, radiating a deep blue glow, like a large, softly colored disc.

The spirit returned to the physical body, and demonic energy flowed through the body's meridians, causing a radiant glow to reappear on the surface of the body.

The moment of coming in and going out was only a blink of an eye, but Lin Bo's posture and abilities were now completely different.

The illegitimate offspring received the blessing of the Demonic Shadow of Rebirth, and the mage also received the blessing of the spirit.

He took out the time-space cardboard box, tapped the remote control, and retrieved a huge steel water tank from the inventory. It contained refined mushroom oil, all of which would be used to generate electricity, enough to power the residents of Jinbei City for fourteen months.

After the underwater aquaculture tank was built, the production of magical energy materials was abundant. Lin Bo usually used mushroom oil collected from the pool at the back of the East Cliff Grotto, which was more than enough. He would only occasionally transport a batch of mushroom oil back from the offshore work platform, and he had unknowingly accumulated a lot.

He was used to traveling with less money at home and more money on the road, so when he was exploring maps, he would carry his stock of magical energy in a cardboard box.

You never know when you might need it, like right now.

The shadowy figures of Kunkas stretched to the heavens and the earth, while the army of wicked offspring surged like a tsunami.

When Lin Bo upgraded his Life Control Technique to Lv3, he chose the "Transformation" trait instead of the "Splitter" trait, which makes him less suited for group battles.

Therefore, he had no choice but to change his strategy.

"(True Word) Wind."

The monk gently waved his hand, capturing a wisp of flowing air.

The resonance of his words extended his perception into the air currents, and the gentle breeze became his arms, propelling him forward and creating more air currents. His size expanded rapidly—a soft breeze, a strong wind, a gale, a hurricane. The mage's cloak fluttered and billowed, like a wisp of pale gray cloud.

The wind is an extension of his limbs, constantly spreading and expanding, propelling the torrent of energy, transforming into a vast mass of air that sweeps across the sky and plains.

His mind absorbed the vast expanse of wind into his perception, his own body became insignificant, the distant enemy army was no longer boundless, and the towering demonic shadow was no longer majestic.

Lin Bo opened the water tank containing the mushroom oil. The negative pressure of the high-speed airflow drew out the brilliant magical energy, as if watercolors were coloring a gale. Under the dark green sky and on the pitch-black plain, a dazzling column of ice-blue air rose into the sky like a dragon.

Players in the Royal Court of Abundance all saw a towering pillar of light in the distance.

Those with exceptional observation skills even spotted that tiny figure in the wind.

"It's him? Lighthouseman, he really came?!"

"What's he going to do?"

Players in the cross-network do not enjoy the benefits of affix mutations. For the offspring faction, the next opportunity is to actively attack along the minion wave, earn kill experience, and complete the mission. At the same time, they must also be wary of the expedition waves of the Nine Towns and the Night Guard.

They would never consider players who come to attack the city alone.

But then that person just happened to appear.

"The airflow radius exceeds one kilometer and is still expanding!"

"Is he using a ninth-ring spell to alter the celestial phenomena?!"

"What is that beam of light? The eye of a storm? No, it looks like lightning!"

The mage on the horizon removed the bright lightning lantern that was fluttering at his waist and threw it into the azure column of air. The lightning water overflowing from the fire chamber activated the ocean's magical energy, transforming it into even more lightning.

The reaction was so swift that it lit up the entire column of energy almost instantly. The dragon unleashed its power, transforming into thunderbolts, which, if left uncontrolled, would immediately scatter in all directions.

"(Truth) Lightning."

The monk said softly.

The lightning bolt, which was about to go berserk, calmed down and resumed its steady rotation.

Lin Bo nodded slightly, thinking that it was about time, and then turned to look at the monstrous tide of offspring that was about to come into contact with the edge of the wind mass.

He gently touched his forehead, his magical power concealing his true name. Having gained the True Name Echo property, he would no longer forget himself by hiding his true name.

In that instant, the illegitimate children of the Royal Court who were focused on the Lighthouse Guest suddenly lost sight of their target and forgot what they were looking for. They looked around in confusion.

The Night Guard teammates who were waiting for Lin Bo's return were also slightly stunned, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The cat-man priest blinked: "What...are we doing here? We're waiting for someone, but who...is that person?"

The half-elf druid blurted out, "Mage brother!", then shook his head and muttered to himself, "Who is this Mage brother? The name sounds familiar, but I can't remember."

Lin Bo disappeared from the sight and thought of the masses.

Outside the Royal Court of Abundance, only the ever-expanding raging storm, the plasma swirling like pillars, and a mass of natural disaster remained.

The monk strolled with his hands behind his back, accompanied by wind and thunder.

(End of this chapter)