Age of Adepts

The moment the gray fur mouse jumped out, the multi-eyed monster couldn't hold back and rushed out.

sluggish ray...

aging rays...

Aura of Weakness...

Three rays of gray light fell on the gray fur mouse almost in no particular order, dyeing its tiny body with multiple layers of gray light. It wasn't until the other party was lying on the floor that he couldn't move any more, the multi-eyed monster moved its bulky body to its side, wrapped it with an eye stalk and sent it into the huge and hideous mouth in front of him.

Compared to a calf-shaped multi-eyed monster, a gray fur mouse doesn't even have the qualifications to stuff its teeth, but the bloody smell makes it very satisfied.

Stretching out its long scarlet tongue, licking the last bits of flesh and blood between its teeth, the multi-eyed monster moved back to its original place, looked around, and lay down comfortably.

And how did it know that within five or six fingers of the position where it left, a small emerald snake that was no more than a foot long quickly swam to the wooden door, and then squeezed lightly into it.

There are two people in the room, one lying down and one standing, both men.

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man wearing a wizard's robe. His face was pale, his lips were blue, his thin chest heaved and heaved, and his breathing was somewhat short of breath. The other man was slightly obese, and although he was wearing exquisite aristocratic attire, he looked messy and haggard due to lack of care.

The wizard lying on the bed had apparently lost consciousness and fell into a coma. Therefore, the male noble could only pace up and down the room anxiously, and couldn't help sighing every time he came to the bed and saw his companion unconscious.

Sneaking into the house secretly, Spara did not show up rashly, but lurked in the dark in a corner of the house, silently looking and observing everything here.

She is now a rank 3 blood witch, and she is not a rookie who has just come out of the world.

The male nobleman in front of him was the same as the Antonel described in the information in terms of body shape and appearance. However, for some reason, when Spalla cast his eyes on the opponent's body, there was always a kind of uneasiness from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that there is a god in the dark hinting something to her...

What is wrong?

Could it be that this way of sneaking in was too smooth, so I became suspicious of a dark ghost?

Or did I miss something?

Spala immediately closed his eyes, and began to replay his every move after entering this small building, as well as every detail in his mind.

With her third-level blood witch's spiritual power, it is enough to re-filter the whole process like a 360-degree panoramic camera without any difficulty and without omission.

Suddenly, Spala's body shook, as if he understood something.

She got out from her hiding place without hesitation, and her whole body quickly transformed back into a human form in a burst of red mist, ignoring the horrified, crimson Grand Duke Antonel who backed away in fright, raised his breath violently He shouted: "Marilyn? Mona, this is your spiritual illusion! I, Spalla, have come, are you going to continue to deceive?"

Antonel, who was so frightened by the incident in front of him, screamed in surprise: "You...you are Lord Spala...you are here to save me...my lord, take me away quickly! "

While crying and shouting, the other party staggered and rushed over.

A stern look flashed across Spalla's face, and as soon as he raised his hand, a red glow directly penetrated Antonel's skull, opening a large penetrating hole from the forehead to the back of the skull.

The opponent's body froze suddenly, and slowly fell down with a face full of shock.

For the death of the rescue target, Spala didn't seem to care at all, but silently gathered strength, waiting for the psion to arrive.

Finally, a sweet and elegant female voice echoed in this space.

"I'm really curious, how did you see through this illusion... Dear Lord Sprala, can you satisfy my curiosity?"

With the appearance of the female voice, the whole room began to undergo strange and mysterious changes like a gust of cold wind.

All the colors in the room are losing fast...

The dull and old walls and floors are peeling and peeling off quickly, revealing the hollow gray material underneath. All the furniture and furnishings in the room, including the unconscious wizard lying on the bed and the bloody corpse on the floor, also began to fade rapidly, leaving only gray outlines of objects.

However, Antonel's body, which fell on the ground, was not completely incorporeal. As the color and camouflage peeled off, its true colors were revealed.

Venom...

A strange jelly-like creature covered in fetid boils.

Inside its almost translucent body, there is a black hard spike floating. It is conceivable that if Spalla let her get close to her just now, perhaps what awaited her would be venom spit and stinger attack.

The scene in front of him faded away, everything disappeared without a trace, and Spala returned to the original position in an instant - the entrance to the lobby on the first floor.

That Ralph froze in place, motionless, and she, Spalla, was still in the form of a vampire bat, maintaining a posture of climbing out of his robes.

Spala was startled, and then realized that the illusory and real smuggling process just existed in a dream. However, how can I be sure that this scene is real?

Spalla didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and suddenly flew up, and the violent and incomparable blood energy burst out of his body, creating a bloody field around his body.

Sure enough, where the blood-colored field permeated, the hall scene that was just thought to be real shook again, and the wooden floor under his feet suddenly shattered and began to fall continuously.

There was a void under the floor, and a dark red sea of ​​flames could be seen spreading rapidly from afar. But before the sea of ​​flames reached the soles of Sprala's feet, this mysterious world was burst by the tyrannical bloodline energy.

And when the illusion was shattered, the world in front of Spala began to jump quickly again.

This time she suddenly appeared in an empty mysterious hall, a young and beautiful witch was approaching her step by step, holding a black wooden thorn with a green tip shining in her hand.

From the looks of it, it seems to be exactly the same as the stinger in the previous venom monster.

"How many times do you plan to use the same illusion? Give it to me..." Before the last word "broken" came out, Spala was shocked and shouted violently: "Bastard, how dare you lie to me..."

It's a pity that she understood it a little too late.

The beautiful witch who is close at hand is not a phantom, and even the poisonous thorn in it is real. Taking advantage of the dispersal of the energy of Spala's bloodline, the opponent raised his slender hand, and the black wooden thorns instantly stuck to the side of his waist.

The poisonous thorn penetrated into the body, but there was no pain at all.

Shocked, Spalla curled his hands into claws, swiping dozens of bloodstains towards the opponent one after another.

It's a pity that the opponent didn't give her a chance to attack, and immediately retreated after a successful blow, and while retreating, she set up layers of spiritual barriers behind her.

When Spala broke through all the barriers and rushed out, the scene in front of him had changed.

This time, Spalla was in the center of a huge colosseum, and in all directions, densely packed, black and terrifying witch beasts were approaching her step by step.

The deep roars of those witch beasts in the front row, the snorting of white mist, the dull and loud noise of stepping on the stone ground, and the cold fangs and blood-red pupils...

Spala's heart trembled slightly, feeling the chill from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

She pulled out the black thorn stuck in her waist, and what flowed out from the wound was not red blood, but milky white foul-smelling pus with a hint of bitter almond. A strange feeling of numbness began to spread from the waist to the spine, heart, brain and limbs. Spala's eyes blurred for a while, and he could no longer feel the existence of the waist.

"This damn bastard, how many illusions does she create? Which one is real and which one is fake?" Spala roared frantically in his heart.

But she was not allowed to cast spells to verify, those terrifying witches and beasts had all let out deafening roars, and rushed towards her like a torrent of flood.

A bloody and cruel battle broke out in an instant!

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At the same time as the battle broke out in the illusion, Sprala's body was standing motionless in the lobby on the first floor of the three-story building.

Beside her, there are more than a dozen beautiful phantoms like soap bubbles floating in the air.

And she was in a strange bubble, with her eyes closed, silently having a horrible nightmare. Whenever the bubble she was in suddenly burst, a new bubble would float over and envelop her in it again.

And Spara's body would also have some inexplicable wounds from time to time, from which bright red and viscous blood flowed out. But Spara seemed to be unaware of this, his eyes were still tightly closed, his eyelids trembled violently, but it was still difficult to break free from it.

Of course, what Spala encountered was not all false illusions.

In a few rooms next to the hall on the first floor, more than thirty wizards wearing special costumes gathered cross-legged together, concentrating their spirits together, firmly holding back Spala's spiritual consciousness, and dragging him to the Deep in the illusion.

From time to time, the witch Marilyn Mona standing in a corner of the hall would also send a dozen witch beasts or other wizards to sneak attack the blood-sucking shapeshifter in the dream.

It is precisely because of the existence of these real guys that the illusion becomes even more terrifying!

The attacks in the illusion, if Sparla can't distinguish the real from the fake, then these attacks will leave real wounds on her body. And once she regards all attacks as false, then the real attacks mixed in can bring her terrible damage.

True and false, both fantasy and reality...

These things are sometimes really difficult to distinguish clearly.

And on the weird spiritual battlefield, the indistinguishable result is...death!