【Evil Thought Space·First】

【Consumption】30% Psychological Value

[Effect] Create a "subspace" full of evil thoughts, with the intensity, range, and positively correlated with the attributes of spirit and will.

【Special】None.

【Instructions】Click to view details.

“…”

God has created happiness with all his heart.

I don’t know the specific effects, who can be happy!

This is also why Irin needs to consult Gayceummi.

Gayceummi is like a navigation elf in this space, knowing everything and answering everything.

This equipment skill requires 30% of the psionic power value.

Calculated according to the upper limit percentage of the psychic value.

This consumption can be said to be large or small.

But since the consumption is fixed, it is equivalent to the fact that as long as Yi Lin makes up his mind to use this ability, he must lower the upper limit of the spiritual energy value by 30% in calculating the consumption of the spiritual energy value.

"Is this the ability to trap the enemy?"

Yi Lin pondered and thought.

The name of the equipment skill has a suffix of [first].

Moreover, the level of attached spirit is only the lowest "E" level.

As the level of the attached spirit equipment increases, more abilities will be derived.

This weird space should be far more than just trapping the enemy.

If you can only trap the enemy, what's the point of coming?

A full 30% psychic value is rolled into a super-charged charging bullet. What enemy cannot collapse?

In Yi Lin's opinion, simply trapping the enemy seems to be a bit unnecessary.

While Irin thought.

Gayceummi is doing something.

She was spinning in circles.

Sometimes I was wearing black silk, sometimes white silk, sometimes pantyhose, sometimes I changed into a student swimsuit, and the words "Swimming Department" were written on it.

"...What are you doing?"

Gayceme stopped tossing.

She froze and swims in the air, asking pitifully:

"Rinjun, isn't Xiaomei wearing this well?"

"It's not a good question... Forget it, you can change to Ling Yiyi first."

Yi Lin covered his eyes speechlessly. He realized that there was something wrong with Gayagemi's personality. But Yi Lin still used the ability of the spiritual equipment to greedy. There was no way, I Lin could only bear the consequences of his spirit.

Fortunately, Xiaomei was very obedient. The dark water on her body fell down and when it reappeared, it turned out to be Ling Yiyi.

Exactly the same.

It is no different from Ling Yiyi in Yi Lin's memory.

Yi Lin took a deep breath.

"I asked in advance, I remember that the spirit is not subject to physical attacks. In your state, it won't be a problem if you crash a shot, right?"

"Rin, don't worry, I'm fine."

"Ling Yiyi" opened her arms and closed her eyes, and a gesture that allowed Yilin to do whatever she wanted.

Click.

Bullets loaded.

Yi Lin raised the [Destroy Revolver] expressionlessly, pressing his index finger against the trigger.

...

...

After a while.

Yi Lin exited from the "evil thought space".

Gayceme, wearing a black one-piece swimsuit, flashed behind Irin.

Yilin's expression has returned to calm.

Some things are destined to be unable to be mentioned to anyone.

"never mind."

Yi Lin shook his head, he believed that all the mystery would naturally be solved when it was time to come.

The mystery that cannot be solved shows that the clues are not enough.

Yi Lin walked towards the ice wall calmly.

The mask on his face was reflected on the ice wall.

"I didn't expect it to be this style."

Yi Lin couldn't help laughing.

The mask is as white as a bone, covering the face.

Even his chin was covered.

The position of the eyes is two crescent-like gaps, and the position of the mouth is an exaggerated smile.

The dark texture, like tentacles, twisted flames, and joyful seaweed, extends from the forehead to the corner of the mouth. The blackness of ink, the white of bones, and the two strong contrasting colors give people a sense of evil and cold visual impact.

Yi Lin thought, and the mask seemed to come alive, quickly retracting back to his forehead. The texture faded away quickly, and in a blink of an eye it became the dead skin that could not even be sucked on his forehead.

After a few seconds.

Yi Lin smiled slightly and entered a brand new pose of dead skin.

——【Laughter Mask】.

The name is better to be simple.
Chapter completed!