Chapter 107: Wasteland Pursuit

In the boundless wasteland, the breath of the living creatures successfully awakened the sleeping dead, and the blue humanoid phantoms floated silently in it, adding a touch of color to the wasteland. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind the shattered tombstone, the air suddenly began to tremble, and the figure of a half-elf slowly appeared in the air.

It's stealth time!

The magic on his body quickly dissipated, and Ryan immediately retreated into the shadows. However, a ghost that was closer still felt something strange, its twisted and broken face showed doubt, and its dull gaze slowly scanned the surroundings, and then fixed on the tombstone where Ryan was hiding, and slowly leaned over.

Electric claws!

Just a second before the ghost was about to take Ryan into view, the half-elf crushed a small piece of phosphorescent mushroom, and a blue electric light suddenly bloomed on the morning blessing.

Swords intersected, and Ryan swung his arms and slashed at the ghost's translucent body, flames and lightning intertwined into a brilliant pattern. Although he slashed the ghost, there was no real feeling in Ryan's hands, as if he was chopping running water, which gave him a very awkward feeling.

However, the magic weapons and spells successfully took effect, and the powerful magic instantly tore the ghost to pieces. Seeing the blue shadow gradually merge with the air, a little light blue starlight slowly falls.

The quick-eyed Ryan immediately cast a magic trick, and a light breeze rose from below, rolling up the ghostly ashes that emitted a faint glow, and all of them were stored in the glass bottle.

Seeing a handful of ghostly ashes fill the bottom of the bottle, Ryan's gaze becomes more and more complicated.

Is this really an illusion? Or is this the reality at all?

You know, no matter what the illusion is, the more you create and change it, the more mana costs and vulnerabilities will be. Rather than going through the trouble of simulating a real drop, it would be better to add a simple suggestion that would make it easier for the recipient to ignore them. Or are these ghosts real?

Before he could figure out why, Ryan's killing of his companion caught the attention of two ghosts not far away, who grinned and flew towards Ryan.

If these ghosts were real, it would be really convenient. Ryan didn't run away at this moment, the sword in his hand slowly danced in the air, and the magic aura that could not be ignored became more and more dazzling.

I really can't beat a group, but what can I do with the two of you alone?!

Flipping the blade in his hand, Ryan held out his finger and pointed steadily at the ghost in the forefront.

Magic Missile!

Shout!

Three missiles turned into blue meteors and slammed into the ghost's body. The effect of force field magic on imaginary creatures will not only not decrease, but will also increase to a certain extent. I saw that three magic missiles accurately hit the ghost that rushed forward, and the latter trembled violently, almost disappearing directly, and the powerful impact forced it to stop its movements, and threw it far away.

The lack of mind made the other ghost unaware of the defeat of his companion, like a hungry beast, eager to fly and bite Ryan's flesh.

Glancing disdainfully at the approaching ghost, Ryan flung the blade behind him, let out a low cry, and turned into a thunderbolt and rushed forward.

Seeing the enemy approaching, the ghost was not surprised, waved his arms, and seemed to touch Ryan slowly, but the moment he started to move, he immediately accelerated, and even his movements became a little blurred.

Except for the special armor that can effectively resist the virtual body attack, the rest are ignored in front of the ghost.

In other words, you can't resist hard!

Ryan slammed his right foot on the ground, a large cloud of dirt and torn weeds splashed, and the half-elf's body jumped far to the side, successfully avoiding the ghost's touch.

While stabilizing his body, he exerted force at his waist, and the sword slashed into a large circle in the air, smashing it into the ghost not far away.

The surging wind seemed to be able to cut through people's skin, and I saw that the sword violently smashed a small half of the ghost's body to pieces, although the overflowing blue light quickly gathered back, but the ghost erupted into a heart-rending wail, and at the same time, the blue light on its body was much weaker.

Successfully hit the other party hard, Ryan did not stop, and the light on the flame manipulator and the morning light blessing was once again sheng, and while the other party wanted to escape, he slashed it again.

The golden light and flames intertwined, and the blue ghost turned into scattered starlight in the terrible scream, and put away the ghost ashes as if they were concocted, Ryan glanced ahead, only to see that the ghost who was hit by the magic missile actually wanted to flee into the distance and call for his teammates, Ryan immediately removed the compound bow from his back.

The bow was bent and the arrow was bent, and the tip of the arrow seemed to shimmer with a faint golden expanse.

Shout!

The unbowed arrow pierced through the cold air like a straight thunderbolt, piercing the ghost's chest without hindrance, and the latter froze in place, roaring silently to the sky, and then dissolving into nothingness with the breeze.

Instead of collecting the ashes, a terrifying roar came from his ears, and Ryan immediately gathered his weapon and disappeared into the shadows with a puff of smoke.

As the minutes ticked by, Ryan fled in the same direction while searching for the lone ghost to snipe. However, there was no real escape, and whenever Ryan escaped his pursuers, a group of ghosts would reappear in the surrounding graveyards.

It's like this place has eyes, and whenever Ryan wants to rest for a while, he always intervenes and causes him some problems.

But speaking of the eyes ...

Ryan glanced up at the dim and gloomy sky, his mind racing. Could it really be that the succubus is controlling all this?

If it was really a succubus controlling these things, then this place was definitely not an illusion, and with that demon's spell-casting ability, it was impossible to cast such an illusion for such a long time and on a large scale. In other words, either the place was created by the illusion cast by the so-called master in her mouth, or it was real.

The latter is relatively simple, if you just teleport Ryan here, then as long as you keep running in one direction, there will always be an end. But if it's the former, then it's a big problem...

Seeing that the time of invisibility was about to end, Ryan quietly touched the back of a ghost, and as the golden light, lightning, and flames bloomed in the air at the same time, the ghost didn't even have a chance to cry out in pain, and was torn to pieces by powerful magic in the blink of an eye.

After skillfully collecting the ashes, he saw that the glass bottle in Ryan's hand was almost half full. If it weren't for the lack of time to rest, this would be a great place to collect ghost ashes.

As Ryan searched for his next prey, he didn't notice that the cold winds around him had gradually subsided, and the ghostly movements of the wandering ghosts had become slower and slower, as if they were sleepwalking.

Ryan easily slashed the ghost in a trance not far away, looked around, and found that the ghosts didn't care about their existence, as if they couldn't see themselves at all, and quickly floated towards the same place.

Finally something has changed!

Seeing this, Ryan showed surprise on his face, grabbed his weapon, and cautiously followed.

The most terrifying thing about illusion is not only how dangerous it is to the recipient, but also how many negative emotions such as loneliness and fear multiply over time. Once affected by these emotions, the recipient is not only more likely to be injured by mistakes, but even die. What's more, many illusions will infiltrate the recipient's mind during their mood swings, and if they are not careful, they may never be able to leave.