In just an instant, the place where Hill stood was submerged by the holy thorns.
"Hey..." But the green vines that wrapped Hill's standing place into a thorn ball suddenly made a weird sound of the balloon being punctured from the gap, and a large cloud of white smoke sprayed out from it, as if a steam pipe broke out. rupture.
"This is..." Qin Lun's pupils shrank, and a breath that made his heart palpitate emerged from the place wrapped by the holy thorns. All the holy thorns seemed to be frightened, and quickly retracted.
Hill's figure reappeared, and at this time his whole body was filled with a cloud of black mist. If you observe carefully, this black mist seems to be composed of countless tiny black spots.
A bright light flashed in Qin Lun's right eye. Under the enhanced pupil power of the clock's eye, these black spots seemed to be under a microscope, and they had to show their true colors.
"What is this?" Qin Lun showed a surprised expression on his face, staring at the black mist in front of him with interest.
In the perception field of view of the eye of the clock, the small black dots that make up the black mist are magnified countless times and presented in front of him. It was a weird sphere that changed its shape anytime and anywhere.
The initial form is a black water droplet, but the surface occasionally has spikes, like a nano-sized black meteor hammer. A few of them are actually mimicking, sometimes turning into sharp-toothed scary bugs, and sometimes turning into crying grimaces.
At this time, Qin Lun had already noticed that the tops of the retracted holy thorns seemed to be corroded by some kind of strong acid. While dripping the melted branches, the melted part still emitted a faint white smoke. It seems that the white smoke just now was caused by the melting of a large number of holy thorns by the black mist.
"What kind of skill is this, Hill? It can actually melt away the holy thorns, it looks very powerful!" Qin Lun frowned slightly as he looked at Hill, who was wrapped in black mist.
"Can't you guess?" Hill's flat voice came from the black mist, "This is the embodiment of the spiritual curse. I call it the curse of corrosion. It is one of the few non-mystical abilities I have."
"A materialized curse skill?" Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and he once again controlled a holy thorn to penetrate into the range of the black mist.
"Hey..." As soon as the holy thorn plunged into the black mist, it immediately made that corroded sound. The top of the holy thorn withered and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally fell to the ground, turning into a small pile of ashes.
"It's so lethal, isn't this level at least above level B? You can still use magic skills above level B in this world?" Qin Lun raised his brows, slightly surprised.
"It is indeed a B-level apostle skill, but it is only D-level in this world. It is not as strong as you think. It's just... it is particularly sensitive to holy thorns. If you touch it yourself, it will only be a little numb at most. Itchy!" Hill explained with a smile, "Actually, this skill will become like this, and it has something to do with you!"
"It has something to do with me too... Illithid bloodline? No, no, illithids can only have psychic abilities, and they don't have mysterious curse skills." Qin Lun shook his head, frowned and said, "It's troublesome, just say it if you want to talk about it." To be clear, I don't want to guess again and again."
"Don't you even have this little patience?" Hill sighed, stretched out his hand from the black mist, and slowly raised his right index finger, "It's because of this thing, I exchanged it from Grant, and you guys One of the holy relics acquired in the World War II world... ”
"Irina Holy Nail!" Looking at a rusty nail protruding from the tip of Hill's finger, Qin Lun narrowed his eyes, "I should have thought of it earlier, this thing, like the holy thorn, can be destroyed Integrating into the body of the law, is this what you rely on?"
"Isn't there no way?" Hill smiled helplessly, "Our equipment has been sealed, so to deal with holy objects, it is naturally more convenient to use another holy object. What are you going to do now? Elena The holy nails combined with my curse skill are much stronger than the attack power of the holy thorns."
The Holy Nail of Elena and the Holy Thorn are holy objects of the same level. However, just like Qin Lun's transformation of the Holy Thorn, he believes that Hill should have made the same choice. This thing should not be an artifact now, but a legendary world treasure.
It's just that there are differences between these two things. Among the four sacred objects, the offensiveness of the Holy Lamp of Irina is second only to the Spear of Longinus. After all, although the holy thorns and the shroud were stained with holy blood, they were not murder weapons in themselves, unlike the former two that killed the saint's mortal body.
"Since we can't compare in quality, we have to win by quantity!" Qin Lun sneered and jumped into the air, countless holy thorns shot out from his body, climbing and spreading to the walls and ceiling of the room.
All of a sudden, this guest room turned into a primeval forest, full of slow-moving vines, like a scary cave of ten thousand snakes.
"My mind is chaotic like that, and my combat awareness has not declined much!" Hill's eyes flashed, "It's a bit troublesome now, Elena's holy nail is too dependent on my personal mana, and the holy thorn itself It has a strong vitality, and the war of attrition is not good for me. I don't know how long it will take for Qin Mei... "
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At this time, in a huge living room on the fourth floor of the Wilson Manor, a group of people were holding wine glasses and watching the crystal ball in front of them casually. In the sky above the crystal ball, the battle projection between Qin Lun and Hill was playing.
"Ha, I've made a bet. If you bet on the vine boy, you will lose 2, and if you bet on the old stick, you will lose 10." Rand smiled and took out a handful of chips from his pocket and put them on the table. 10,000 broken crystals, 100,000 red chips..."
"Hey, other people always say that you are the only good guy among us, but why do I think that you, the fire chief, are a scum who is not much better than us!"
Grant angrily drank the whiskey in his hand. While picking up a few blue chips and throwing them into the bowl representing Qin Lun, he turned to his companion and asked, "Hansen, is your injury okay?"
The disciple lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He just touched his bare left shoulder with his remaining right hand and said flatly, "I can't die, but the arm can only be used after returning."
"I really don't understand what that dead girl wants to do. You know that the environment here is not good for you, and Hill is very unfavorable, but you still insist on fighting Qin Lun." Grant twisted his neck and said depressedly, " Why don't you let me go, with my defense, the holy thorns can't even pierce the skin!"
"If you go, Qin Lun won't play with you, and it won't achieve the purpose of delaying time at all!" Rand smiled, turned his head and said, "I am not suitable, so I can only work hard for Hansen and Hill! Yes Yes, Hansen, don't you take a gamble, or else, you hope... "
"I beat Qin Lun!" Before Rand finished speaking, Hansen picked up a red chip and threw it into the bowl expressionlessly, "Even if I lose to Qin Lun, I won't have to deal with Broken Crystal!"
"Hey, you all overwhelm Qin Lun, so you can't play!" Rand covered his face, and quickly picked up the bowl and threw it towards the distant fireplace.
"Pa..." The porcelain bowl was caught by a small white hand as soon as it flew halfway, and a few red chips were thrown into it with a splash, "Uncle Rand, don't renege on your debts, I also suppressed it!" Brother wins!"
"Qin Mei, can you stop calling me uncle with this body!" Rand rubbed his face in distress, looking at a little girl in front of him.
The little girl wears a classic twisted hairstyle, wears a floral dress, and holds a pouch doll bear in her baby's fat hands. She looks about five or six years old. However, the little girl did not deny that Rand called her Qin Mei, she just smiled slyly.
"Looking at her appearance, no one can believe that she is that dead girl who kills people without blinking an eye." Hansen muttered lightly, his face tightened suddenly, and he turned to look at the crystal ball, "It seems that there are a few A reincarnation broke in, who will deal with it!"
"I'll go. I'm bored to death after staying here for a few hours." Grant muttered, stood up, and walked towards the door.
Rand looked away from Grant's back, looked at Qin Mei who had turned into a little girl, and asked, "How are you preparing, are you sure that if you replay the plot of Wilson Manor, you will be able to break through the psychological defense of Qin Lun's personality? "
"I'm not sure, but this is the best way!" The sweetly smiling little girl suddenly lowered her face, revealing a ferocious expression, "Also... I'll say it again, that person is not my brother, don't let him go Call him 'Qin Lun's main personality', otherwise I will lose my face!"
"Well, you're right!" Rand raised his hand to apologize, looked at Qin Mei's current appearance carefully, and couldn't help laughing, "However, I'm curious, after you entered the Wilson Manor, why did you become Where is Baron Wilson's daughter?"
"About this point, I actually want to know. Even if you have experienced this world before, the cover identity given by the superstring space can't make you a directly related character in the plot?" Hearing Rand's question, Hansen He also looked at Qin Mei curiously.
Rand and Hansen's statement is well-founded, and the apostles and reincarnations usually intervene in the plot in an indirect way.
Take Qin Lun's Moon Elf Prince status obtained in the world of Faerun as an example. He didn't have this status from the beginning. Originally just an elf mercenary, it was through Elistin that he gradually integrated into the Moon Elf Court and became an important character related to the plot.
Even so, Qin Lun's identity as an elf prince did not exist in the original history, but a new character born by the apostle through changing the plot.
This is different from Qin Mei's current identity. If Qin Mei's current identity in the plot is not included in the original plot, then Baron Wilson will definitely find out that they are father and daughter.
"Haven't you already guessed a little bit?" Qin Mei sighed slightly, "As you guessed, neither my current identity nor Harry Wilson is actually a descendant of Baron Wilson, nor is he even a descendant of Mrs. Wilson. There is no blood relationship."
"Even so, they have a lot to do with the Wilson family. How could the reincarnation be..." Rand frowned suddenly, "Wait... unless in the original plot, you and Harry were often replaced …that's why they can't tell the difference!"
"Sacrificial?" Hansen next to him looked cold, "No wonder this manor has become like this. It seems that we were wrong. The Wilsons are not the source of this mysterious power... The source should be those The replaced Harry brothers and sisters, right?"