"Tsk, is the ability of the 'Magician' sequence..."

Wang Changle looked at the two newly acquired temporary skills and murmured

After he moved his body a little, he completely adapted to the newly generated energy circuit in his body.

The ability of [Damage Transfer] is difficult to use Wang Changle's current defense power for a while. However, this ability of [creating illusions] is extremely consistent with his ability.

"Buzz"

As the thoughts move slightly, Wang Changle's mental power spreads out like fog, quickly gathering and shaping in the air, rendering and transforming.

In just a moment, strange flowers grew on their own, and the dim room was instantly covered by lush vegetation.

Ging at the rhizomes that appeared on the leaves, feeling the fragrance of the mud mixed with the breeze, Wang Changle felt like he was in the courtyard of the mountain god.

It was not until the wet dew drops down with the wind and sputters on his palms, but there was only coolness and no moistness that Wang Changle came to his senses.

The next moment, Wang Changle, who was calming down, quickly made the indoor vegetation become very realistic and agile with his powerful spiritual attributes, and the temperature in the room became more subtle.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already moved from basic adaptation to perfect control, and even used this to analyze the principle of ability.

This ability has similarities with spiritual invasion, both of which use mental power to interfere with biological senses and achieve results.

The difference is that spiritual invasion tends to be ‘forced’ and acts directly on the spiritual body of the organism, while creating illusions tends to ‘render’, and through the reshaping of the environment by mental power, it forms ‘deception’ at the material level.

The use of these two is one of the branches of mental power development and the core ability of the "illusionist" in the spiritual genre of paradise.

Whether it is used to create large-scale illusions or to use illusions as a medium for ultra-long-distance control, it is extremely useful. It is indeed not as top-notch in terms of lethality, but its possible power is extremely difficult.

As long as the user has a high mental strength and attaches the spiritual body as an auxiliary carrier, even if he encounters a master of swordsmanship, he can still have the power to fight.

After all, the "Blade of the Mind" possessed by the master of swordsman is only immune to the effects of mind and mind control, rather than ignoring illusions and spiritual bodies.

Using the combination of virtual and real tactics in the sea of ​​people, using illusions to lure the enemy to create traps, and the spiritual body encircles attack and kills to form an encirclement. It can be said that among the spiritual schools of the Reincarnation Paradise, they can be the only existence that can fight with the master of sword skills on the front.

A long time ago, Wang Changle even saw posts on the Contract Camp APP where contractors used this analysis of "The Night of Beheading".

But after that, after a long time, he never saw the guy's post again.

“Ah~”

Wang Changle was thinking that as the spiritual blessing effect given by [Black Lotus Dream Medication] disappeared, a sensation of sleepiness suddenly hit his heart.

He looked up at the sky gradually becoming gloomy outside the window. He was yawning and was indeed a little tired on his face. But Wang Changle also knew the importance of time and time to him.

He had to take advantage of the news of Beirut's death to be known by the church's top leaders to confirm the "facts" of the collusion between Nit and Nano in the spiritual sect.

To do this, he must make perfect use of the time difference between the message transmission of Vion's report, so that Nitt can be exposed first.

The best way Wang Changle could think of was to recreate the "Terra Blood Case" of Nitt's famous work and preach the doctrine of resurrecting the Death.

Of course, this area cannot be Beckland or Tingen, but it must be valued by the Church of the Night, so that it must be dealt with as soon as possible, so as to restrain Archbishop Anthony as much as possible.

"Swish"

Wang Changle spread out the map and combed out the information obtained from Wood in his mind. Finally, he turned his attention to the location of Pritz Port.

Pritz Port is located east of Bakerland. The distance between the two places is only a few dozen kilometers, which can be said to be very close. Most of the goods from the factory in the East District of Bakerland are shipped from here.

The most important thing is that this is a dual-purpose port for military and civilians, and Oak Island near Pritz Port is the Royal Naval Base of the Kingdom of Roones.

In the context of this era of great navigation colonialism, the strength of the country's naval strength determines the amount of resources it can obtain from the primitive southern continent and also determines the country's future development.

Pritz Port is an extremely important area for the current Lun Kingdom, both in terms of economic and strategic value.

It can be imagined that as long as there is a large-scale murder here, it will definitely attract the high attention of all Beckland churches, and the Church of the Goddess of the Night is no exception.

Wang Changle, who thought about this clearly, looked at the Tassock River connecting Tingen, Beckland and Pritz ports on the map, and a malicious smile suddenly came out from the corner of his mouth.

After leaving a 'dimensional mark' on the beam, Wang Changle's body quickly disappeared into the shadow in the room.

....

Star plateau, central.

Since two days ago, after this area suffered endless thunder baptism, a dead domain has become within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Even the noon sun that penetrates the clouds and falls on the charred earth, it cannot make people feel any warmth, and there is only dead silence.

However, the deep pits under the cliffs are a different scene, and the unique ecological environment gives this place a different kind of vitality.

At the bottom of the deep pit is a deep valley, with rugged rocks, mixed with bottomless tunnels and caves, and winding rivers, forming a unique landform.

The vegetation here is not rich, but there are gurgling underground rivers deep in many caves, and fish resources are extremely abundant.

At a specific time period of each year, you can even pass the underground river to reach the ancient forest river beach area.

Such a hidden area naturally allows the Gaul clans living here to be self-sufficient and do not have to be connected to the outside world.

Of course, the owner here has long been now, Opel, who is walking out of the cave of the Gaul clan leader.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! However, the little guy sitting on the edge of a strange rock and swaying his arms and legs, looking at the "trophys" collected from various caves by his clones today, mostly just bacon and salt.

The amber mask had already lost the joy of occupying the clan.

This valley that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and a stable and peaceful life are indeed a paradise for the primitive indigenous people.

But in the eyes of Oper, who is naturally curious and has the attributes of wealth, this is just a worthless wasteland, no difference from a cage.

When I recalled the time I took risks with Black Hoof and the dangerous and exciting days, my body couldn't help but feel excited.

Again, the last time I was at the Paradise Commercial Street and the friends gathered with my friends, Panda Ganggu and Yingying Monster shared their wealth creation experience.

Oper, who was stuttering his lips, felt that the two days of fishing time were really too wasteful.

The next moment, Oper stood up with a "sneer" sound, murmured at him, and as soon as his hands appeared as a mirror as a palm, his body trembled and disappeared from the spot.

"Well... Fortunately, I left a mirror on the Rose before. Although the distance is a little far, I should be able to catch up..."

....

Beckland, Queens.

A large number of British carriages are parked in front of the gate of a very Georgian British manor near Green Park.

The afternoon sun is bright but hot, and nearly a hundred noble ladies dressed in a dressed-up are gathering in the waiting area outside the manor.

Even the dense sweat couldn't stop flowing down my cheeks, and my makeup was exhausted. There was neither complaining nor leaving.

On the contrary, when a man who looks like a housekeeper walked from the villa deep in the manor to the door, these people who claimed to be top wealthy businessmen and wealthy nobles in the outside world had flattering smiles on their faces and quickly approached.

"Miss Carrence, my noble ladies today, Miss Carrence is not in good health, and the 'Green Tea Party' is temporarily cancelled."

"That's a pity..."

"Oh, the goddess is above, may Mrs. Karens recover soon."

"Thank you for your concern, beautiful Mrs. Wendini, may the Crimson protect you!"

"Mr. Puste, can you take the initiative to ask, when will the tea party be restored?"

"Our business has a good relationship with Father Nitan of the Land Church, if necessary..."

"Thank you for your concern. Miss Carrence needs to rest now. Please go back first."

Listening to the words of everyone outside the door, Puste pressed against the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his voice did not rise.

But the calm words overwhelmed the noisy words, and the cold and tough attitude made everyone calm down instantly.

After seeing Puste who had turned around and left, the silent people quickly disappeared in front of the manor gate with the carriage that had been parked for a long time.

Originally, they came here not to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Green Park on the lake, nor to attend the so-called "tea party".

Just because this is the residence of Marquis Bern, all the promulgation of the sea transport decrees of the Kingdom of Ruhn came from Marquis Bern. During the colonial era, no one did not want to get a share of the pie at this time.

Marquis Bern naturally understood this, but maritime colonization could not avoid a war with the Southern Continent. War required the nourishment of money and resources, and the support of the chamber of commerce and nobles was indispensable.

But Marquis Bern was not convenient for him to come forward for various reasons, so the "Green Tea Party" was found on the surface.

At the same time, he walked to Puste in front of the villa and subconsciously looked at the room on the second floor where the curtains were covered. He immediately swept several pairs of eyes full of cold light in the gaps of the curtains.

Thinking of the situation in the room, his indifferent and calm face couldn't help but tremble slightly, but he immediately pushed the door and entered.

"Da da da da~"

As soon as he raised his eyes, Puste saw the black wart-like object on the ceiling of the dim hall, which was densely packed with corpses covered with brown mucus, squirming gently...

However, he had already done psychological construction and quickly calmed down and followed the rich and rotten atmosphere and quickly walked up the steps.

It was not until Puster was on the second floor, a bedroom full of British pastoral style, that he was calmed down when he saw the figure lying on the princess' bed, and subconsciously covered the gap in the curtains.

A few seconds later, Puste walked to the bed and sat down, looked at the figure with affectionate face and called softly to his back.

"Dear Carrence, don't be afraid, it's me, I've driven them all away, OK, we are the only two of us left in this manor."

"Pster, have you seen my children? I dreamed that I had many, many children."

As soon as Karens' hoarse voice sounded inside the house, several arms covered with black warts slid out from the quilt, bringing out strands of brown mucus in the air.

"Carence, I know you're still holding a grudge against me...but I'm doing it for you, you know, those kids who aren't your at all."

Puster's pupils shrank suddenly, and as he swung his long sleeves, he forced his strange arms to tie together with his coat.

He stared at the beautiful face that had not been occupied by black warts, and said with guilt, but his subordinates did not relax at all.
To be continued...