Xiao Chen put away the unfinished holy book and looked at the fourth item. It was a short magic wand, only about a foot long, like a baton used by a band conductor. The magic wand was white, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, with a sharp tip and a crystal stone like a yellow diamond inlaid at the bottom.
When Xiao Chen reached out to take it, a line of words appeared on the table: Sacred Artifact of the Dream Tower: Thorn of the Soul, greatly reduces the target's resistance to mental magic.
Although I don't know how big the amplitude is, if the effect of this thorn of the mind is similar to the description, it will be very powerful.
"This is a wand tailor-made for you." Luo Ling said.
"It should be made for a typical Dream Tower mage. But I am the only high-level Dream Tower mage who practices spiritual magic." Xiao Chen took the wand in his hand and tried to use it to cast a Heart of Fear spell on the open ground. He felt that the smooth operation of his spiritual power had become very laborious. It was like dancing with shackles on his back. When the magic was released, he found that it took more than ten times the usual time. It was obvious that his ability was not enough to control such a holy magic wand.
"This is normal. Most offensive holy weapons were originally intended for use by saints. It's normal that you can't use them well with your current strength." Luo Ling comforted.
Xiao Chen threw the magic wand into the Traveler's Heart and said, "Let Mao Kaimo Lei and the others do research first. It would be good if we can mass-produce low-end models. In the future, we will never rely on a model where one or two people are the only ones to lead the way."
On the last platform was a crystal ball, with mist swirling in the middle of the crystal ball, and countless images seemed to flash through it. When the two approached the crystal ball, a line of words appeared on the platform:
My memory.
Xiao Chen and Luo Ling reached out to the crystal ball together.
When Xiao Chen pressed the crystal ball, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a headache, and he lost awareness of his surroundings.
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An extremely tired feeling came from all parts of his body. Xiao Chen felt as if he had been running around and fighting for many days without getting any rest. His eyes were closed. He wanted to open his eyes or raise his arms, but his body didn't listen to him at all, as if he was a paralyzed patient.
"Your Excellency Saint." A voice suddenly sounded in his ears. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly come back to life and could finally open his eyes.
In front of him was a middle-aged male wizard, who was sitting opposite him, with an anxious look on his face. The surrounding environment seemed to be in a carriage. However, this carriage was very stable, and he could hardly feel the bumps. Looking out the window, the close-up view was almost stretched into lines of color, and it was obvious that the carriage was moving at a very fast speed.
"Where is this place?" Xiao Chen asked naturally.
"Sir Saint, we are still on our way south, within the territory of the Giant Rock Empire."
"Giant Rock Empire?" Xiao Chen had an impression of this name, but it seemed to be a thing from a very long time ago. Yes, it was the name of a medium-sized empire that occupied the northern region of the Iberian Kingdom during the Seven Towers era.
"Yes, is there any problem? Saint?" asked the middle-aged wizard.
Xiao Chen looked at himself. He was wearing a luxurious robe and one of the rings on his hand was Gomez's secret inheritance ring. It seemed that he had become the Saint Gomez
Is this an illusion of memory or another time travel
He tried to contact his meditation world, and it was still there. It seemed that there was a force blocking him from entering it.
No matter what, Xiao Chen was ready to continue playing this role. He was thinking about what he should say, but his body spoke on its own: "Have you left the space suppression area?"
"Not yet, sir. According to our calculations, this spatial suppression should be done by the four Golden Branch Priests. We must run past the Black Stone City ahead to have a chance to teleport again. There must be a traitor who leaked our transfer point. They have been waiting in White Eagle City for a long time and suppressed the surrounding area of thousands of kilometers."
"Well, what about our casualties up front?"
The middle-aged wizard showed a sad look on his face. "You used all your strength to detonate the three holy artifacts, and even after you fainted, a Golden Branch priest caught up with you. In order to protect our team, the three masters Angelo, Auletta, and Senovio sacrificed themselves to hold back that bastard."
"Even Angelo, who was closest to the Saint level, died?" Xiao Chen could feel a sense of sadness from his own tone.
"But the Golden Branch Priest was already injured by you, and Master Angelo also detonated his magic wand, so he should have been seriously injured in the end."
"How many people do we have left now, and what is our strength?" This is what Xiao Chen asked. He found himself in an automatically running game. If he didn't speak or take any action, the characters would act in a predetermined way. Maybe their behavior was what happened in history, but if he used his control power, the characters would act according to his ideas.
"In addition to you and me, we have three great magicians and eight high-level magicians. But we don't count Khalid, who is having a hard time fighting against summons. As for warriors, there are three great swordsmen and ten high-level swordsmen."
Xiao Chen judged that the mage in front of him, no matter what he was, artificial intelligence or some kind of soul, he must have his own logic. The answer just now was obviously in response to his question.
Xiao Chen thought about it and asked, "What do you think of the 'Dream Painting Method'?"
"Your Excellency Saint, this is not the time to talk about this, right?" said the middle-aged wizard.
"No, no, I suddenly had an inspiration for a battle, and I want to hear your opinion on the 'Dream Painting Method'." Xiao Chen explained.
The middle-aged wizard took the saint's question very seriously. He thought seriously for a while and said, "Well, the dream painting method is the most orthodox secret fusion method of our Dream Tower. My understanding is to use the ability of creation in the dream to add a sense of reality to the dream, fill in the most subtle details, and make the illusory dream closer and closer to the meditation space. But dreams are dreams after all, and they will eventually collapse. In the final analysis, it is just a training method. However, I think the most groundbreaking thing recently is the advanced version of Saint Gregorio: Dream Shaping. He pursues the stability of dreams and tries to open up a dream into a second meditation space. The idea is very interesting. I personally am very optimistic about this, but it's a pity that these studies were interrupted by the bastards in the Temple of Nature."
Xiao Chen carefully observed his tone and logic, and found that this was definitely not a simple game NPC. The middle-aged mage talked about magic issues and had his own ideas, which opened Xiao Chen's eyes and benefited him a lot. He even took out some of the things he and Luo Ling had researched and discussed them with him. The middle-aged mage was also able to express his own opinions, which could not have been recorded in advance. Is this a spirit servant or an artificial creature in the meditation space