Act 18: The Son of God (I)

At night, a person walks slowly on the silent street.

The moonlight brought a hazy light, paving the way forward, and there was no one on the quiet road, which could not help but give the illusion that one was heading towards the underworld. The man wore a black hat and a black outfit that looked like an evening gown. He held a harp in his hand and wore boots at his feet, as if he were going to some kind of party, and his steps were graceful and steady. His soft leather boots stepped on the stone-paved ground, and there was a 'click' echo that spread far away in the quiet blackness......

Finally, he stopped.

Turning around, he looked to his side. It was a school, and you couldn't see the specific face of this school in the moonlight, only the black walls hidden in the dark night. A slight smile on his face said, "Haunted school...... This should be it, right? ”

Then, with a direct run, and then a jump, he climbed over the three-meter-high fence and came to the interior of this silent school. In the silence of the campus, a breeze blew, which seemed to bring the unwilling whistling of the undead. The trees around him were blown 'rattling', and some fallen leaves flew in front of him, causing the bard's brow to furrow slightly. After a while, he took out his harp and began to play music.

[Nilga's Praise]: Add the effect of 'Divine Blessing' to the player and everyone around him. If there are undead around, take 1d6 (1 to 6) damage.

"Roar!"

There was a roar, and before the bard's eyes, a somewhat feeble ghost floated out of the darkness. Seeing this somewhat wolf-like spirit, the bard suddenly raised his brow in a strange way. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Have you already fought with people?" How do you feel a little weak? But it just so happened that it saved me a lot of effort. As he spoke, the bard pulled out a musical instrument called 'Bella,' and when the wraith rushed toward him, the bard plucked Bella's strings.

Then, the wraith suddenly screamed, and its whole body began to become a little illusory.

[Praise Bella]: +3 magic item, when used, all enemies around it will be forced to make a DC is O judgment, and the undead who do not understand Guò will be regarded as being cast by the 1O-level priest to cast the 'degree undead'. If it is not undead, it is shocked 1d4 rounds

Most of the undead will not be intimidated, their souls have long since become cold. But the terrible thing about this praise of Bella is that if you're not undead, you're shocked, and if you're undead, you're saved. So among the +3 magic items, this praise of Bella is quite powerful.

"That noble lady really left me with a big problem......" The bard couldn't help but smile wryly as he looked at the resentful spirits that were slowly beginning to recover. The resentful spirit in front of him was not measured, but fled backwards in fear. This proves that even a Level 1O priest is not enough to give this Wraith Degree, and its challenge level is probably close to Level 1O. The bard began to wonder who had made it like this.

"No, it may not be that powerful." The bard's brow furrowed suddenly, as if sensing something, he raised his brow slightly, and finally stretched out his hand. A trace of magic shone in his hand, and then his eyes turned blue—the three-ring spell, the pupil of magic.

Unlike wise mages, bards rely on charisma to cast their spells. They can even communicate with the magic web through guò's methods of accessing the magical elements. Give him a magic scroll, and he can learn the magic on the scroll himself, but not by the erudition of the mages, but by their incomparably keen sensitivity to the elements of magic. Most Sanctuary Bards can only learn 6 rings of magic, but when they step into the Legendary Realm, they may be exposed to up to 8 layers of magic webs. Coupled with their swordsmanship and music, the Bards are even more resistant to monsters than a berserker in the later stages, and they can also cast magic, which is simply not too invincible.

And Ives also knew the advancement of many troubadours who were so strong that they were against the sky. For example, the most representative chanters, whose music can even delight the gods, have given them the same divine skills as the priests. Playing a few tunes every night, the next day there will be up to seven rings of magic for use, which makes people jealous and red-eyed. They could even rely on the favor of the gods to summon apostles......

The bard could see the magical lines that permeated the surroundings, all converging on the body of the wraith in front of him, constantly replenishing its power. Its challenge level is far from level 1o, but its ability to recover is too strong, so it seems a little too strong.

Knowing this qiē, the bard breathed a sigh of relief. He began to sing the tunes softly, and as the magical tunes came out of his mouth, his strength changed dramatically. As the bard's best friend, the girl who had long since left him, said, language has a magical power. The bard's song set off a wave of magic around him, giving him the ability to cast spells more easily, and also increasing his magic resistance.

[Chant of Admiration]: Bard's cast +1 and magic resistance increased by 1o%.

Unlike most of his peers, this bard is not simply a bard, but a 'Northland Sword Dancer', so many bards can't stir up their original effectiveness. If he wants to exert the maximum effect, he can only arrange and compose the lyrics by himself, and every time he plays a song, he will consume a certain amount of gold coins to buy a new outfit. If he didn't wear a gorgeous new dress, he wouldn't be able to wield the power of the song, perhaps as the most famous Northland sword dancer put it—how could he move music without the most devout soul understanding it?

Therefore, the Northland sword dancer generally does not sing war songs lightly, and the song he played in the inn yesterday actually did not have any magical effect, it was just a beautiful song.

After a battle, the wraith finally fell silent, and in the last moment it turned into a ray of light, and a somewhat weak little woman knelt on the ground, and her figure looked a little illusory. Standing in front of this resentful spirit, the sword of the Northern Sword Dancer lay across the core of the woman's soul, and said in a deep voice: "Do you have any last words, say them quickly." ”

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"But that's not a reason for you to use humans to do real things!"

In this underground space, Ilya's stern voice made Andorf smile a little helplessly. He pointed to a bald-headed beast at Ilya's feet and said, "This guy's name is William, and he is idle and gambling all day long. His mother had already divorced his father and gone to another city. And his father was also killed by debt collectors. He later began to do some petty theft, which was not a big sin, but later he colluded with the church of the evil god to send some homeless people to the church of the evil god as sacrifices, and obtained a lot of money. He was already the deepest chaotic evil, and any paladin would kill him if he saw him. ”

Ilya was silent.

"This young man who looked a little thin was also remarkable, and he did not hesitate to cause an accident for the sake of his family's money, which cost his family all his life, and he received a large inheritance. Of course, because of the empty seat, he doesn't have much savings now...... Although it seems that he doesn't need it now. ”

"This ......"

One by one, the illusionist named the people lying on the ground, and finally he looked at Ilya, who had calmed down a little: "I don't think I did anything to be sorry for my conscience, I just wanted to throw away my divinity...... I can't stand this torture anymore. ”

"Did your sister die because of the same divinity as you?" After a moment, Avis suddenly spoke.

"Yes, the wraith you see is my sister. I could even just wipe her out if I needed to. But...... I couldn't do it. Andorf sighed, "She also has divinity in her, because I am twin sisters with her. But unlike me, she is the product of incomplete fusion of divinity, she has been affected by divinity since birth, and most of the nutrients in her body are supplied to divinity, so her body is getting weaker day by day. In recent months, I have been so weak that I can only lie in bed......"

Andorf sighed and said, "Later, I began to study ways to strip divinity, and if I found this way, my sister might still be saved...... But I couldn't save her......" Andorf shed a few tears.

Ge Tongluo glanced at Avis and shook his head slightly. Avis, on the other hand, didn't seem to see it, just looked at Andorf quietly. His expression began to become a little angry, and Ge Tongluo, who knew that it was not good, sighed, took out his dagger from his arms, and took half a step back without a trace. At this time, Avis looked at the illusionist quietly, and said word by word: "You...... Why lie? ”

"Huh?" Andorf glanced at Avis in dismay.

Aavis's footsteps were moving forward, and a golden glow began to burst from his body. A pair of white wings stretched out from his back.

"You...... Why do you have to lie? ”

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