Vol 3 Chapter 239

Act 239 Evil Power

As soon as Brando and Shire were close to the sarcophagus, a sudden chill came from the sarcophagus. This cold is very different from the coldness of the harsh natural world that he once experienced in the mountainous region of Alkash. An evil thought hit the bottom of his heart and was creepy. "What the **** is this?" Brando was taken aback, immediately feeling that an evil thought had entered his spiritual world.

"Mortal, submit to me!"

A majestic sound, as if the sound of a blast of thunder from the sky, sounded in his heart with boundless pressure. Not good, mental control! The alarm bell in Brando's mind is a mastery of evil spells. It destroys souls and memories by turning free-willed individuals into slaves of casters. Such spells completely despise life. His own dignity was explicitly banned from research and use as early as seven hundred years ago in the wizard's provisions. Nowadays, only a few cultists and very few undead wizards can secretly study, but Brando never dreamed that there would be a cult or an undead wizard lying in the sarcophagus.

Even as early as a thousand years ago, undead wizards or cultists did not dare to build their mausoleums publicly, not to mention that most of the undead wizards pursued immortality, and most of the countless undead wizards who had been cast off over the centuries had died.

The necromancers never believed that the soul would rest in the earth.

"Well, tremble, cry helplessly for your sins, accept the boundless anger between heaven and earth!" The roaring voice shrieked.

Brando has calmed down, and the coercion in the spiritual world has formed an endless giant in front of him. He looks up and finds himself and the giant standing on an endless black plain--the giant is raised The palm of his hand pressed down on him like a mountain, and for a while the situation changed, as if the center of heaven and earth was left with only the growing Wuzhishan.

"Get me out!"

Brando gritted his teeth and roared. He knew that this was an illusion, but he couldn't help the cold sweat on the back of the giant hand that was getting closer, the reality was too strong, and even the wind pressure made him breathless.

Theoretically, the confusion-control spell is a mental attack. As long as the will is strong enough, the opponent will have no choice whatsoever; he has had several similar experiences in the past, but unfortunately there are no successful examples. The warrior's will is too low. Almost every time he encounters such a situation, he loses control of the body as soon as he sees it. When he wakes up, he is already in the temple of the resurrection.

This unlucky experience didn't help him at all, because there was no chance to come again in this world.

Brando tightened his nerves and was ready to face the next shock. He couldn't help thinking that he had killed a round trip without any troubles. Would he capsize in this gutter? Just as expected, the huge palms of the mountains have been pressed down from the top of their heads—spiritual attacks are directed at the soul, neglecting almost all external protective means, and the soldiers ’spiritual resistance is the most fragile, and it is almost unbeatable to come normally— But what Brando didn't expect was that the huge palm hadn't had time to touch one of his hair, as if there was any huge resistance above his head, and it fell apart and fell apart.

He saw with his own eyes that the palm of the hand seemed to hit something, a crack appeared in the center, and then he crawled out of a few long cracks, and then turned into countless fragments to dissipate.

"It's impossible!" The thunderous voice stopped abruptly.

After the giant palm's palm shattered, it turned into a breeze and the clouds disappeared. Brando felt that the original terrible mental shock really looked like a breeze blowing across the water, and only caused a few ripples on his mental barrier.

"This? This this ...?"

Brando was stunned at the time. His first reaction was that the monster in the sarcophagus was so strong and capable, but there were obvious problems. The existence of such a high-level black witchcraft must be at least the level of Shire. No matter how you say, you can't even break through the barrier of will of a warrior character.

In fact, this is not a problem that cannot be broken, but it has not caused a slight impact at all. It is vulgar to say that there is not even a hair.

That feeling is like you knowing that the other party is a terrible big boss, straining your nerves and waiting for the fatal blow of the other party, the other party turns into a harmless little white rabbit. This and this contrast are a bit too big. What's the matter?

Brando was bewildered, and suddenly a scream came out of the infinite black world: "Impossible! You can't be human, how can humans have such a strong willpower! What are you!" The huge voice above the sky was now carrying a husky crackling sound, it felt like a mad woman grabbing her hair.

"Yep?"

Brando suddenly responded—willpower? "Haha!" He couldn't help but want to have a long laugh in his heart, because he remembered his own attributes of his will, because Andersa injected the blood of God into his body, it has already been increased by hundreds of times. Now, with the strength of his will now, this level of mental attack is almost a mess in front of him.

If Andersa is still here, Brando feels he can't help but kiss her, which is wonderful. However, he was a little ashamed. He had been a warrior for too long in the game, and he became accustomed to nature for a while. He didn't expect this and was scared by this monster.

However, he immediately sneered and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. He wanted you to control the brother—the brother has hundreds of wills. The witchcraft below the tenth ring is basically immune, even if he finds a silver body completely heavy. The sorcerer may not have such a high willpower. However, the world he is in now is obviously a mirage formed in the spiritual realm. The monster in the sarcophagus is not brave. At this moment, he has not yet exited. Brando gritted his teeth suddenly, and a mental shock was released into the sky. Go out.

"Ah-!" A scream screamed suddenly from above the sky.

It would have been reasonable to say that Brando would not have been shocked without special training. But that means attack. In fact, this world is still Brando's inner world, dominated by him. Therefore, Brando's attack at this moment can be said to be his self-protection and counterattack of willpower. Originally, the away combat was extremely limited in the spiritual domain level operation. The intruding party's willpower must completely suppress the subject, which is ridiculous. It was that the monster found that Brando's will was surprisingly high and had not responded for a moment, so he suffered a big loss in Brando's attack.

"Ah-!" The monster finally fled from the fantasy with a series of screams. The endless black plains disappeared in an instant, and Brando was agitated. Then he woke up from his spiritual world. At this point he was almost soaked in cold sweat all over his body, but immediately he heard the voice of concern of a big sister: "Brando, Brando, what's wrong with you?"

That was the voice of Otales. Otales was in communication with Brando and felt Brando's abnormality for the first time, but she had just spoken and Brando had recovered her eyes. The confrontation in the spiritual world looks fierce, but in reality it only takes a moment.

"There is a monster in the sarcophagus, and he almost said the thing."

"Spiritual attack?" Otales responded quickly, she asked, looking pale.

"Yep."

"Are you OK?"

"It's nothing." Brando felt a bit exhausted and was quite mentally exhausted, but he shook his head to indicate that it was okay-he believes that the monster in the sarcophagus must be worse than him. He has more than 100 will attributes, at the level of 30 or 40 The spiritual attack is similar to that of nuclear weapons. He believed that blow just now, even if he didn't kill the monster directly, at least he died a half.

"Giggle, too, just remember that your little monster has been transformed by the blood of God, that monster is really unlucky." Knight sister couldn't help laughing.

Brando couldn't help but smile bitterly, but Otales was right. He really couldn't say whether he was human or not. Elite template and blood of God, he was embarrassed to say that he was a pure Eruin.

"Char, are you okay?" He immediately turned back to see his mage and servant, and it was only Shire that approached the sarcophagus with him and caused the monster to attack. He had such a high level of will protection, but Shire didn't. He was worried that the other party would be controlled, but he didn't expect that Shire was standing on the side and watching him nervously.

"Are you okay?"

"Master Lord, are you okay?" Charles said in a similar way, looking a little surprised.

"Ah," the young waiter blinked, and then he responded: "Mind control effects have no effect on me. After all, I'm just a card. I'm worried about you, my grownup, but my grownup ... actually ... … Ah, sir, you are really unexpected, even you can deal with mental attacks so easily, it ’s so wise ... Ahaha! ”He gave a haha ​​and laughed.

Brando sighed helplessly, indeed it is said that the chance of a gold-ranked fighter facing the same level of mind control exemption is very small, but it can also be considered as an unlucky monster, which happened to meet him and Shire. The will is surprisingly high, and one does not eat mind control at all.

If there is a boss in the sarcophagus, it is probably one of the most unfortunate bosses of the Amber Sword. Thinking of this, he was ready to open the sarcophagus.

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