The moment Brando and Charles approached the sarcophagus, a dreadful chill came from the sarcophagus. This cold was completely different from the cold of the harsh and harsh nature that he had experienced in the mountainous areas of Alkhash. An evil thought hit the bottom of my heart and it was creepy. "What the hell is this?" Brando was taken aback, and immediately felt an evil mind enter his spiritual world.
"Mortal, surrender to me!"
A majestic and heavy voice, as if the thunder and thunder from the sky, sounded in his heart with boundless coercion. Not good, mentally confusing! Brando has a great alarm bell in his heart. Confusion-controlling spells are a series of extremely evil black witchcraft. Through the effect of erasing souls and memories, individuals with free will become slaves of spellcasters. Such spells completely despise life. His own dignity was explicitly forbidden to study and use as early as 700 years ago in the wizarding provisions. Nowadays, only a few cultists and very few necromancers can secretly study, but Brando never dreamed that there would be a cultist or necromancer lying in the sarcophagus.
Even as early as a thousand years ago, necromancers or cultists did not dare to openly build a tomb for themselves, not to mention that most necromancers pursue immortality, and most of the countless necromancers who have perished over the past centuries are dead.
The necromancers never believed that the soul would rest in the earth.
"Crawl, tremble, cry helplessly for your sins, accept the boundless anger between the world and the earth!" the voice screamed like thunder.
Brando has calmed down, and the heavy pressure in the spiritual world has formed a boundless giant in front of him. He raised his head and found himself and the giant standing on an boundless plain like black ink—the giant raised his palm. , Pressed against him like a mountain, and the wind and cloud changed color for a while, as if the center of the world was only left with the ever-larger Wuzhi Mountain.
"Get out of here!"
Brando gritted his teeth and roared. He knew that this was an illusion, but he couldn't help sweating down on the back of the giant hand that was getting closer and closer. The sense of reality was so strong that even the wind pressure made him breathless.
Theoretically speaking, the control spell is an attack on the spirit. As long as the will is strong enough, the opponent can do nothing about him; he has had similar experiences in the game several times in the past, but unfortunately there is no successful example yet. The soldier's will is too low. Almost every time he encounters such a situation, he loses his control over his body when his eyes are dark. When he wakes up, he is already in the resurrection temple.
This kind of unlucky experience didn't help him at all, because there was no chance to come again in this world.
Brando tensed his nerves, ready to face the next earth-shattering blow. He couldn't help thinking that he had killed a back and forth without incident even in the wolf disaster. Could it be that he would capsize in this gutter? Just thinking about it, the overwhelming giant palm has been pressed down from the top of the head—the mental attack is directed at the soul, ignoring almost all external protection methods, and the soldier’s mental resistance is the most vulnerable, and it is almost vulnerable to normal—but let What Brando didn't expect was that the huge palm had not had time to touch one of his hair, as if encountering some huge resistance above his head, it fell apart and fell apart with a bang.
He saw with his own eyes that the palm of his hand seemed to hit something, causing a crack in the center, and then crawling out a few long cracks, which were dissipated into countless fragments in a blink of an eye.
"It's impossible!" The thunderous voice stopped abruptly.
After the giant's palm shattered, it turned into a light breeze and disappeared. Brando clearly felt that the original terrible mental shock was really like a light breeze across the water, and only a few ripples were produced on his mental barrier.
"This? This...?"
Brando was shocked at the time. His first reaction was that the monster in the sarcophagus was so powerful and capable, but there was obviously a problem. The existence of such a high-level black magic must be at least the level of Shire. In a word, it would not even be impossible to break through the will barrier of a fighter-type character.
In fact, this is no longer a problem that cannot be broken through, but it did not cause any impact at all. To put it vulgarly, it means that it didn't even hurt a single hair.
That kind of feeling is like when you know that the opponent is a terrifying big boss, you tighten your nerves and wait for the opponent's fatal blow to come, and the opponent turns into a harmless little white rabbit. This, this contrast is a bit too big, what is this called
Brando was bewildered, and suddenly a scream came out from the boundless darkness of the world: "Impossible! You can't be a human, how can humans have such a strong willpower! What are you!" The huge voice above the sky had a husky sound at this moment, and it made people feel like a mad woman holding her hair.
"Yep?"
Brando suddenly reacted—willpower? "Haha!" He immediately couldn't help but want to laugh long in his heart, because he remembered that his volitional attributes had already been improved thousands of times because of Andesa's infusion of the blood of God in his body. Now, with his current strength of will, this level of mental attack is simply a trick in front of him.
If Andesa is still here now, Brando feels that he can't help but hug her and kiss her, which is simply wonderful. However, he was also a little ashamed. He had been a soldier in the game for too long, and it became natural for him to get used to it.
However, he immediately sneered, raised his head and looked at the heavy black clouds in the sky, thinking that you can control your elder brother—brother has hundreds of wills, and you are basically immune to witchcraft below ten rings, even if you find a silver body to completely reshape it. The wizard does not necessarily have such a high willpower. However, the world he is now in is obviously a multitude of illusions formed in the spiritual realm. The monster in the sarcophagus is quite courageous. At this moment, Brando gritted his teeth and released a mental shock into the sky. go out.
"Ah!" There was a sad scream from the sky.
It is reasonable to say that Brando has not undergone special training, and it is impossible to release a mental shock. But that refers to attacks. 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 willpower's self-protection and counterattack; originally in the mental domain level combat, away combat is extremely limited, and the invading party's willpower must be able to completely suppress the subject, which is ridiculous The monster found that Brando's will was surprisingly high, and he didn't react for a while, and suffered a big loss in Brando's attack.
"Ah!" The monster finally fled from the illusion with a series of screams, the boundless black plain vanished in an instant, and Brando was awakened from his spiritual world. At this time, he was almost soaked in cold sweat, but he immediately heard the concerned voice of a certain older sister: "Brando, Brando, what's wrong with you?"
That was the voice of Otales. Otales and Brando were connected with each other, and immediately felt Brando's abnormality, but she had just spoken, and Brando's eyes had cleared and recovered. The confrontation in the spiritual world seemed fierce, but in reality it was only a moment later.
"There is a monster in the sarcophagus, which almost touched the way of that thing."
"Mental attack?" Otales reacted quickly, and she asked with a grimace.
"Yep."
"Are you OK?"
"It's nothing." Brando felt a little tired, mentally exhausted, but he shook his head and said it was OK-he believed that the monster in the sarcophagus must be more miserable than him, his will attribute is more than 100 points, at the level of 30 or 40 Spiritual attacks are similar to nuclear weapons. He believed that even if he didn't kill the monster directly with the blow just now, he would at least be half-dead.
"Oh, that's right, I just remembered that your little monster was transformed by the blood of God, that monster is really unlucky." Sister Knight couldn't help laughing.
Brando couldn't help smiling bitterly, but Otales was right, and he really couldn't say whether he was still a human. It's an elite template, and it's blood of the gods, he is ashamed to say that he is a purebred Eruin.
"Char, are you okay?" He immediately turned around to see his mage attendant. Only Charles was the one who approached the sarcophagus with him and caused the monster to attack. He himself had such a high level of will protection, but Shire did not. He was worried that the other party would be controlled, but he did not expect that Shire was also standing aside and looking at him nervously.
"Are you okay?"
"Lord Lord, are you okay?" Charles also said so, looking a little surprised.
"Ah," the young attendant blinked his eyes, and then he reacted: "Mind control effects are not effective for me. I am just a card after all. I am worried about you, your lord, but the lord actually... Ordinarily... Cough Cough, my lord, you are really unexpected, you can handle even mental attacks so easily, you are really wise...Ahaha!" He gave a haha, haha laughed.
Brando sighed helplessly. It is true that the chance of a Golden Rank warrior facing a mind control save of the same level is extremely small, but it is also unlucky for this monster. The will is surprisingly high, one doesn’t eat at all|Mind Control.
If there is a boss in the sarcophagus, it is probably one of the most unlucky bosses of Amber Sword. Thinking of this, he was ready to open the sarcophagus.
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