"Boss, that's not right." Fimus rides a Phantom Pony summoned by the Three-Ring Spell.

The Phantom Pony is a large, half-real horse-like creature with a black head and body, disembodied smoke-like hooves, and what appears to be a saddle, a horse's chew, and a bridle.

For the player's caster, the three-ring spell of the Phantom Pony can be said to be closely related to their daily adventures. After unlocking the third layer of the magic net at Lv9, Warlocks and Mages can summon a Phantom Pony to ride for more than 9 hours every day, so ordinary War Horse mounts are useless to spellcasters.

"Not quite right." Morrison was very cautious, and used his reason to overwhelm the anger of being attacked, and said coldly: "Send a six-person reconnaissance team to pursue that female ranger and find out her information!" ”

Due to the distance, Morrison couldn't tell if the female ranger in the distance was a player or an NPC. And the mage has a hand of [Eagle Eye Technique] to extend the visual distance, but it is not enough to extend the visual distance, and the system function of 'extracting target data' cannot be used after the distance exceeds 20 yards.

"Wait where the rest of the people are, watch out for your surroundings!" Morrison said in a deep voice.

This is a swampy wilderness, the ruins of an ancient castle encased in the Demon Sunflower Raid Zone, and there is a fleeting shadow far behind.

Swamp wandering monsters and teams of players can also be seen in the distance.

Soon, a wanderer scout ran back with a frightened face, "Commander, the attacker is a model of the aborigines!" ”

"Indigenous exemplars?" Morrison's heart sank.

Cherimba Swamp is not a borderland, it is home to a supreme ruler. A powerful Aboriginal professional known as the 'Prince Cherimba' has a firm grip on important heritage buildings in the swamp.

Rumor has it that the 'Prince Cherimba' had a conflict with an alien wizard. After a fierce battle between the two sides, the wizard was killed, but the terrible magic he left behind made some of the swamp ruins even more dangerous.

Morrison didn't want Prince Cherimba's subordinates to target the Silver Sword, and in that case, the team would have to give up farming on the two baby sunflowers in the Cherimba swamp.

While Morrison was looking down in thought, a huge coercion suddenly permeated the clearing next to the team.

The Silver Holy Sword crowd was stunned as a puff of smoke rose from the ground. The smoke gradually condensed into the virtual image of a man wearing Mithril chain mail, holding a two-handed broadsword, sitting on a throne and staring at them with crimson eyes.

And. The image spoke, and the voice was strong: "Get out of the swamp, Holy Presence, this is not the place for you......"

Morrison's face turned from blue to white.

A vast aura and coercion locked him. Morrison dared to say that this kind of coercion was more terrifying than Long Wei. He is a divine fister. For the advanced profession of the warrior monk, the will immunity is considered very high, but there is still a strong urge to kneel and worship in the face of the virtual image.

"Dear lord of the swamp, we patronize your swamp to actually remove weeds and small animals from the courtyard for you." Morrison preconceived that the existence in front of him was the 'Prince Cherimba', so he lowered his arrogant head and said nervously: "You don't have to worry about us disturbing the peace of the swamp. I will order all my subordinates not to trespass into the swampy hinterland. ”

Unexpectedly, the tall figure on the throne. opened his crimson eyes and looked at Morrison who was speaking, and shouted directly: "Get out-"

"Otherwise, your souls will be imprisoned forever in Cherimba Castle!"

The roar reverberated in the ears of the Silver Holy Sword Crowd. Morrison was stunned for a few seconds. Only then did he speak with difficulty: "...... Why did you only expel our Silver Holy Sword? ”

"There is no why! Get lost! ”

"Boss, it must be an illusion!" Deputy Head Fimus pointed to the tall figure on the throne and scolded, "No matter who you are or what your purpose is, you shouldn't target the Silver Holy Sword!" ”

Bang.

The ruby-encrusted staff in Fimos's hand suddenly spread out a terrifying heat, and a scorching red radiation ray shot at the virtual image in the smoke.

The mage player moves too fast, and Morrison can't shout to stop it.

Morrison believes in his own perception very much, and as a divine fist who relies on the 'perception' attribute to eat and rely on perception to play output, his sixth sense of his profession is almost blindly obedient.

And the feeling told him that what was in front of him was not an illusion!

The other party is a physical being!

Really.

As Phoemus shouted, the tall figure on the throne suddenly stood upright, the two-handed greatsword in his hand flashing with magical light, and a spell shield in front of him, easily absorbing the red radiation rays.

Immediately after, the big sword swept over with the wind, Morrison's pupils constricted, and he shouted sharply: "Scatter! Run out of the swamp first, and the meeting place will be notified separately! ”

Morrison shouted and ignored the chaotic team behind him, glared at the stunned Philemos, grabbed the collar of his robe and shouted: "You self-proclaimed smart guy, run, don't stand stupidly!" ”

The two teams of the Silver Holy Sword quickly dispersed.

Of course, the play was done to a sufficient extent, and there were several players with short legs and unlucky silver holy sword fighters, who were thrown down by the great sword, and their bodies lay across the mud of the swamp.

"Smack. Syllable. Syllable. Soon, there was a crisp round of applause.

As Charles approached the area, he couldn't help but applaud and glance at the little goblin sitting on his shoulder, shaking his little feet and a smug face, and praised: "It's worthy of the Seven Rings Simulacrum!" ”

"What kind of simulacrum, it depends on how well it is used!" Pico Essence Lulu was unhappy that Charles praised the spell itself, not her, "There are too many ways to use simulacrum, and I dare say the master's method is the most correct!" ”

In the smoke, a tall warrior in Mithril armor sat back on his throne with a two-handed sword in hand.

Charles couldn't help but step forward, ignoring the replica illusion of this 'simulacrum', and reached out to tap and touch the illusion's Mithril chain mail and skillfully crafted weapon, and said for a long time: "Sure enough, just like the spell description, part of it is true." ”

"And what about the illusion itself?" Charles touched the face of the Phantom Warrior, and suddenly a touch of ice and snow came from his fingertips.

At the same time, the tall warrior sitting on the throne, attracted by his extreme impudence, cast a majestic glance and said in a deep voice: "Take away your hand, priest, you are blaspheming the kings of the ancient men!" ”

Completely ignoring the reaction of the 'simulacrum' illusion, Charles exclaimed, "It's really magical, and it even has an ontological mind and consciousness......

He extracted the information of the illusion at very close range.

King of Mulholland (Simulacrum)

Class: Warrior lv30 / Mage lv12

Health: 495/495

Attributes: Strength 35, Constitution 25, Agility 13, Intelligence 18, Perception 15, Charisma 18

……”

"Illusions are all half-heroes?" As soon as Charles looked at the information, he was suddenly speechless, "The replica made by the simulacrum can only restore half of the level of the original body, so it is not counted as 15 mage part-time levels, this king of Mulholland, isn't the main body a level 60 super soldier?" ”

Level 40 Legend of Destiny.

Level 50 demigods.

Based on this, it can be deduced upwards that a level 60 warrior, even if he is not a true god, is infinitely close, and his strength is definitely not weaker than some [weak divine powers]. (To be continued.) )