It's like a steel needle inserted deeply into the brain.
Zhang Mu almost couldn't stand still. When the screams ended, his consciousness was still groggy and he had not fully recovered. Mental attribute attacks are the most difficult to defend against. Although their damage capabilities are generally not high, they can cause a series of negative effects.
"Storm Sword!"
Zhang Mu endured the feeling of nausea and dizziness, and controlled the flying sword to turn into a tornado and hit Zhong Xueli.
It's a little too late!
Shirley successfully completed the defensive spell. The storm sword caused some small cracks in the magic shield, but it was far from breaking the shield. Shirley's figure suddenly turned into six, each one was exactly the same, making it impossible to tell the real one from the fake one. She was also chanting a mantra at the same time, preparing for the next attack!
"Find your true identity quickly!"
Yang Yi shot an attack arrow and penetrated the body of a phantom. Although it was a phantom simulated by illusion, it was no different from hitting the real thing. When the arrow passed through the body, the holes left were clearly visible. The phantom could only be made too lifelike. Ordinary phantoms can only be used to confuse the target and buy yourself time to cast spells.
The mourning dog knocked down the phantom with one kick.
Lin Caiyan shot a magic star bullet and hit the phantom.
Sun Lin shot an acid bullet, but it was still a phantom.
Liu Shuiyan shot an ordinary arrow, and with a clang, the arrow bounced away... There was no mistake, it was this one!
Leng Yun smashed the prepared explosive flames, causing cracks in Shirley's magic shield to increase sharply. The strong air flow reverberated in the small room, causing the ears of others to ring.
A fatal blow!
Zhang Mu fired a bullet with lightning, completely piercing the magic shield, and hit Shirley with two consecutive shots. Although the spell was not interrupted, Shirley's attention was focused on him.
With a finger of Shirley's staff, terrifying spiritual power descended, causing a strong sense of hatred to erupt from Zhang Mu's heart. Everyone around him, including Lei Ming, Fatty, and Leng Yun, instantly became dissidents. Dai Tian’s enemy.
This is the Illusionist's EE-level spell "Abyss of Hatred!". Spell attacks with mental attributes cannot be defended by conventional means. The stronger the mental attribute, the weaker the influence of the spell. It is almost impossible to fight against magical power with will alone.
Zhang Mu's eyes were bloodshot, his thoughts were disturbed by spells, and his behavior was controlled. He raised his sword and turned around to strike at Lin Caiyan. The moment the cyan sword light was about to strike, Zhang Mu's prepared skill "Soul Seal" suddenly took effect, instantly canceling out the effect of "Abyss of Hatred".
Lin Caiyan was so frightened that her face turned pale, "Mumu, what's going on? You... you scared me!"
Zhang Mu didn't have time to explain: "It's okay, kill her immediately, otherwise there will be trouble!"
When the fat man saw Shirley singing, he was covered in red energy. He pounced on her like a wild boar, keeping her from crashing into the wall, causing a large area of cracks. Ye Qianqiu's spear shot out from behind the fat man, penetrated through Shirley's chest, and nailed it into the wall.
Just as the fat man got out of the way, the mourning dog jumped up and stepped on Shirley's head. The scene of her head breaking into pieces was about to happen. Shirley, who had been nailed to the wall, suddenly disappeared.
"It's fake, it's an illusion!"
Shirley was a few meters away, baring her fangs, and burst out with a scream that contained a spiritual attack. This was an indiscriminate attack. Everyone lost blood collectively and fell into a dazed state. Shirley prepared a more powerful illusion, and powerful spiritual energy was released overwhelmingly, descending on everyone.
Zhang Mu knew something was wrong, but he couldn't avoid it with mental spells.
When strong mental power invades the brain, consciousness disappears in an instant.
When I woke up, I was stunned to find myself sitting in a bright white van. The car was full of a family, and Zhang Mu turned into an eighty-nine-year-old boy. He completely forgot his memory after that and returned to this period completely.
The car that my father borrowed from a friend took the whole family on a trip. Zhang Mu, who was only 9 years old, his parents, his second uncle, his second aunt, and his grandfather and grandma were all crowded in the car, talking and laughing. Mu was also involved, and he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.
I don’t remember the disaster, I don’t remember the secret realm, and I don’t remember being under an illusion.
When the white van drove to an intersection in the suburbs, an out-of-control sixteen-wheel truck suddenly rushed out of the corner and crashed into the van.
The blow was so heavy that the whole world was turned upside down. The fragile van was smashed into a pair of scrap metal, and the messy fragments were scattered. As for the severely deformed car, it fell on the other side of the road, near the driver's seat, and Yin Hong's blood dripped. Falling.
"ah!"
Zhang Mu was stuck in the car. When the twisted limbs of his relatives appeared in front of him, his face was covered with blood, and he screamed in horror... exactly the same, this was a complete replay of memory, reliving what he had experienced.
Then the scene changed and we came to the orphanage.
In autumn, under the sycamore tree, which had lost all its leaves, a fat boy and three or four other children chased Zhang Mu.
At that time, Zhang Mu had been discharged from the hospital shortly after a car accident. His injuries had not recovered, and he was still using a cane. How could he outrun a few older children
A tall, thin boy kicked his crutches, and Zhang Mu fell to the ground. Several people gathered around him, punched and kicked him, and he could only hold his head and roll on the ground crying.
This was the situation when I was bullied in the orphanage. Things that had been forgotten for a long time were unearthed again under the influence of mental illusion. Let Zhang Mu experience it again. The mood at that time, the anger at that time, and the pain at that time were all exactly the same. It was impossible to tell the truth from the false.
Grief, helplessness, despair, resentment...
All kinds of emotions came over me.
Zhang Mu was beaten so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. When he was confused, he suddenly felt a fiery impact on his back. Those domineering children disappeared, the sycamore tree in the orphanage also disappeared, and the entire illusion world quietly disappeared.
All memories are restored instantly.
Zhang Mu returned to reality, his back was still burning. A long time had passed in the illusion, but only two seconds had passed in reality. Zhang Mu quickly put out the fire on his body, and turned around to see Jin's short figure standing there at the door, holding a short staff in his hand. When the magic power was concentrated, he shot another small fireball.
This time it hit Ye Qianqiu, causing 21 points of damage.
Ye Qianqiu's pupils shrank, freed from the illusion, and stared around.
"Ye Qianqiu, let's kill it!"
Zhang Mu shouted a set of combined skills and rushed forward. The brilliant sword light interrupted the spell, penetrated Shirley's heart, and cut off the left arm. Ye Qianqiu was very similar to Zhang Mu. He was a man with strong will and belief. A determined warrior, the illusion had no impact. He shot cleanly and poured the gun into Shirley's chest, opening a hole as big as his head.
Shirley was not protected by a magic shield, and was approached by two warriors. The outcome of the battle was in no doubt.
The illusionist is a auxiliary profession whose main function is to control monsters. Its skills are nothing more than hypnosis, control, phantom, or creating negative states, such as sleep, fear, madness... etc. Low-level illusionists, except for general-purpose spells, have extremely few damage skills, and even if they have power, they are not very powerful.
There are very few illusionists in the Dawn Camp. The biggest reason is that the illusionists have no damage skills in the early and middle stages. The survival rate is very low. There are few people to choose from. Most illusionists die in the forest.
Besides, illusion has a flaw!
When the target gets rid of the influence of the illusion, its resistance to illusions of the same level will be greatly increased for a short period of time. Illusionists often need to use more advanced illusions to regain control.
The spell Shirley cast just now is a D-level [Painful Illusion]. Those who are affected by it will lose their ability to move, fall into painful memories, and endure mental torture. The control time of this spell is quite long. Shirley originally had enough time to prepare more spells, but she did not expect that the little boy Jin would be useful at the critical moment and wake up Zhang Mu and Ye Qianqiu.
Shirley didn't have any higher illusion skills. Of course, it would be useless if she did. The two peak-level human masters took turns attacking. It was impossible for Shirley to have any time to cast spells. She only heard a few shrill screams, and then suddenly stopped. Stopped.
Zhang Mu breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally killed her!"
Ye Qianqiu had sweat breaking out on his forehead and was slightly out of breath, "Is the illusionist so powerful? It's such a pity that there are no powerful illusions in Shuguang Camp to compete with!"
"We should thank the children."
Jin walked to Shirley's broken body and knelt down silently. Because his back was to him, he couldn't see the expression on his face. He could faintly see a teardrop sliding down his cheek. Seeing this, Zhang Mu and Ye Qianqiu were too lazy to go up and talk.
Leng Yun's eyes suddenly opened, and she fell to the ground as if she was exhausted. She gasped for breath as she was dragged out of the illusion.
Elemental masters have higher spirits and are less affected by illusions, so they wake up early.
Zhang Mu walked towards Leng Yun, she was sitting on the ground, her eyes were a little dull, with tears still remaining in the corners of her eyes, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring great pain, her charming look made people feel pity for her. This spell is especially useful for people with miserable life experiences. Although it cannot cause harm, it is a kind of destruction to the soul.
"Wood... wood, I..."
Leng Yun calmed down and regained her composure, but her sad expression could not be concealed.
Zhang Mu hugged Leng Yun gently: "Don't worry, we are all here, just have a good rest."
Leng Yun hugged Zhang Mu tightly, bit her lips and said, "Never leave me."
Sun Lin exclaimed and woke up from the illusion, her eyes were red and her face was full of confusion.
Zhang Mu stood up and looked at Sun Lin: "Illusionists have no fighting power, but their skills are annoying! Are you okay?"
Sun Lin smiled reluctantly, shook her head bitterly, said nothing, and didn't know what to say. She was once sought after by everyone and liked to enjoy a sense of vanity, but she couldn't find anyone who could lean on her shoulders.
Everyone woke up one by one, but they were just enduring the [Painful Illusion], and few of them could maintain their normal emotions.
The fat man behaved the most exaggeratedly, rolling around on the floor, crying and making a fuss.
The mourning dog was upset and kicked him hard, "Fat pig, you howl!"
The fat man fell on the ground with a big belly and said shamelessly: "I think of my first love! I'm sad and want to cry!"
Yang Yi retched and laughed, "You...can still have your first love? Are you sure you're not someone in the pigsty at home?"
The fat man played like a ball, and the ferocious man grabbed Yang Yi and shouted, "I can't have a first love, you can insult me! But don't insult her! Otherwise, I don't care about any brother, I'll have to kick my ass first!"
"Okay, okay, can I be afraid of you?" Yang Yi wiped the saliva from his face, pushed the fat man away, and asked in a strange tone: "Then, fat uncle, what is the name of your first love?"
The fat man tilted his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly howled again.
"What happened again?"
"I fucking forgot!"