The golden halo kept pouring towards him, and even condensed into some kind of needle-like beam of light in the air, hovering around Benjamin, cutting through the shadow of the water waves that protected him in a very rhythmic manner.
And the phantom of the water waves... it looks increasingly phantom.
"Hey, what are you doing? I told you to find a way to control your own mental power. Why do you want to control the opponent's mental power?" For some reason, the system sounded particularly angry.
"I...does this count as controlling these golden spiritual powers?"
"I see you understand." The system said, "The matador can control the bull with a piece of red cloth. If you draw a character, it will be knocked over by these mental powers. This can Who is to blame?”
“…”
Although what the system said was not very pleasant to listen to, Benjamin could understand its meaning.
Can I channel these spiritual powers myself
As they were talking, the shadow was getting thinner and thinner. Benjamin had no time to think about it, but looked at the circular character made of water in his hand.
He crushed it.
Suddenly, the surrounding golden halo buzzed. Then, they stopped cutting and kept drilling towards Benjamin. The shadow couldn't resist it for a while, and a little halo of light leaked in, and Benjamin immediately felt a headache like needles.
Damn...
He covered his head and almost fell to the ground.
"You can't fool us." At the same time, the priest's voice reached his ears, and his cold tone sounded particularly mocking.
Benjamin was about to curse.
What the hell kind of metaphor is this? Cows are stupid and only know how to run after red cloth, but these mental powers... at least have a will to control them. How can I control them in turn
"You can't blame me, I just said it casually." The system also said at this time.
Benjamin wanted to catch it and beat it up, but at this moment, he could feel his consciousness being attacked crazily by the halo. Severe pain hit him like a wave, and he could no longer concentrate to that extent.
A strong sense of crisis struck.
If, if this continues... his own brain will be cooked!
In fact, on the other side of the auditorium, some mages were already struggling to get up from the ground, and Benjamin's situation at this moment was so shocking in their eyes - he covered his head with one hand, grabbed the priest's throat with the other, and said in his mouth Let out a painful roar. He and the priest look like a religious-themed sculpture.
"Teacher Benjamin, you..."
"Don't go there! Don't get close to those halos, we will fall down again like before!"
"But... Teacher Benjamin..."
The expressions on the faces of those mages were extremely tangled. Perhaps because of their strong mental strength, they recovered faster than others, but seeing Benjamin fall into the same situation as before, they felt an unspeakable sadness and anger.
As soon as their magic got close to the halo, it dissipated directly into elements and had no effect at all. At this moment, they feel like a group of ordinary people who know nothing.
And Benjamin... Benjamin's skin was already starting to turn red at this moment.
"Damn it..."
Probably because of the stolen blue mental power, he was still able to retain some sanity and would not roll around like others. But at this moment, he wanted to use another water polo technique to get the round character out, but he couldn't do it anymore.
Casting a spell is a process that requires a stable mental state, and it is obviously impossible for him to complete the steps now.
The golden halo continued to penetrate the shadow and penetrated into his mind. He felt as if ten thousand bombs had been ignited in his brain, blowing his whole body and soul to pieces. He didn't even dare to ask the system to activate the state of nothingness. Those haloes were all in his brain. Once they were nothing, they turned into strength. His brain was really squeezed out, right
He hid in the space of consciousness. However, the dark space of consciousness was filled with that golden halo at this moment. All the water elements stored in the bubbles were released, frantically impacting the halos, and the halos also eroded the water elements in reverse.
He had stored water elements that could almost flood a city, but at this moment, they were being eroded away by the halo at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In mid-air, three characters flickered. Many haloes surround the characters, trying to attack them. The character can only release Benjamin's purest spiritual power to resist these halos.
But...how much mental power does Benjamin have
Looking at this scene, his heart was burning with anxiety.
No, shouldn't the characters be connected to the pure blue world? Now that it's time, why can't it mobilize the power of the Pure Blue World and insist on extracting Benjamin's mental power
However, before he had time to think carefully about the reason for everything, the golden halo that dispersed in the entire consciousness space rushed towards him like a shark smelling blood!
Benjamin had no time to exit the conscious space and was instantly overwhelmed by the halo.
At that moment, there seemed to be a huge roar in his ears, which almost made him lose consciousness. The entire consciousness space shook, and the three characters vibrated one after another, making chaotic jingles.
"Fuck..."
The pain, which was even stronger than before, came over me like a tide.
Benjamin fell into the space of consciousness, rolling back and forth. At this moment, he couldn't even maintain his sanity, his limbs twitched violently, and he let out meaningless roars.
"Don't pass out! Don't pass out!"
He almost lost consciousness completely and fell into boundless darkness, but the system's voice kept ringing in his ears, reminding him to hold on to his last breath.
In a daze, maybe the sound of the system was really too noisy, but he never fainted.
The pain became more and more intense, and the halo kept coming towards him. Benjamin felt like he was about to be cooked... or maybe he had been cooked, but he didn't know why he still had some consciousness... He didn't know either.
At a certain moment, he suddenly felt a subtle sense of familiarity.
It seems... It seems like this is the same feeling when the pure blue world is bombarded by that syllable...
A flood of syllables... syllables that he could never remember...
...that syllable represents "water".
This idea echoed in Benjamin's vague consciousness, slowly... slowly... when Benjamin's remaining consciousness noticed it, it was like thunder exploding in his mind!
This feeling... is really the same!
Memories came to him like a tide, and at that moment, Benjamin subconsciously opened his mouth. A simple and difficult-to-pronounce syllable was suddenly spit out from his mouth.
Ding!
A soft sound ended all the noisy lingering sounds.