As the first mental image that Ian himself awakened, "Thorns" has always been in an extremely awkward position. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Its initial trait was to reflect damage, and by the time Ian awakened it, there were few beings in the world that could harm him.

Not only did this make the trait useless and useless, but it also left Ian at a loss as to how to use it. After all, no matter how you say it, Ian can't go out of his way to find a natural disaster or a strong person to fight a few times in order to train it specifically, and he has to deliberately get himself injured. To be honest, this rash approach is not much different from thinking that you have a long life......

Only today, he suddenly found that he seemed to have fallen into a blind spot in his thinking.

The effect of "majesty" can spread and amplify one's own emotions, and then affect and infect everything around them, so is the mental image of "thorns" not only acting on himself, but can also spread and attach to other people or other objects through some specific methods?

In Ian's view, this assumption is not unrealistic.

The mental image is the wish of the mind, and the initial characteristics it awakens are uncontrollable, but it is entirely possible to derive the desired abilities on the basis of the initial characteristics by virtue of one's own will. Just as two initial mental images appear as flame powers, they will go in completely different directions in the process of growth, and this is the effect of mental images derived from personal will.

In the dim light, Ian looked at the "coercion" and "thorns" on the paper and narrowed his eyes slightly. Immediately, he picked up his pen again and wrote another word on the right side of "Thorns" - "Sword Curtain".

"Sword Curtain of the Eternal Night".

This is the greatest legacy that Phil left him, and one of the reasons why he is desperate to prove the effectiveness of Thorns.

The "Eternal Night Sword Curtain" is an incomparably powerful mental weapon. After Ian replaced the night with a sword curtain, the power of the mental image was almost enough to cover the heavens and annihilate the world. However, even so, this mental weapon itself still has a major flaw that cannot be ignored - the essence of these countless black swords is too fragile!

Yes, the Eternal Night Sword Curtain is fragile, and these black swords reflected by Fei'er's mental image are not divine weapons, although they are sharp enough, they are far from strong in the battle against the natural calamity and even the strongest. The void is infinite in number, but it can easily be shattered in the midst of the encounter.

This is a flaw that is almost insurmountable, but if his vision of "thorns" can be realized, if the effects of "thorns" can really be attached to this almost infinite blade, then what a terrible sight it would be?

The greatest weakness of the sword curtain itself will be its greatest strength, as the shattering of any blade will reflect the damage that caused it to shatter on the enemy.

A blade may reflect only a tenth of the damage it takes, and it can only scratch a tiny crack in the enemy's body, but what?

What he possessed was not a sword or two, but a night that covered the sky and the vast black sea!

What kind of despair will this bring to the enemy?

At that time, he will complete a truly almost incomprehensible miracle and become a "hedgehog" that no one dares to provoke easily!

Of course, all of this is still just an idea in his mind at the moment, and he still needs to make countless attempts and verifications to turn this idea into reality.

Gently closing the full page of notebook, Ian closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and began to meditate quietly.

It wasn't until a long time had passed, that in the shadows behind him, ripples spread out like ripples, and several black blades pierced out of the center of the ripples, lined up like dutiful guards at the side of the monarch who summoned them.

Ian opened his eyes, grabbed one of the swords at random, and slashed towards the void at his side. The deduction in his mind has reached a bottleneck, and he must practice before he can try to complete his vision. This grand academic exchange meeting in the Eastern Regions is far from over, and Harris, as one of the protagonists, can't get rid of his admirers at the moment. So, they're going to be in the city for a few days.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ian decided to return to the Northern Regions at night, to find trouble with the group of "demon friends" for a long time, and find a few "guinea pigs" who were still eye-catching, so as to alleviate his desire for experimentation that could not be suppressed at the moment.

It's just that just as he was about to swing his sword to cut through the space, in the Red Lotus Temple, an undetectable but sudden fluctuation of consciousness was instantly captured by his perception, which made his heart suddenly startled.

"Crimson!"

As this realization leapt into his mind, Ian suddenly changed the direction of his sword. The space cracked like a curtain as the sword slided, and Ian ejected from his chair, crossing the rift at a speed almost beyond the naked eye, and stepping into the place where the source of the wave of consciousness was.

This is an empty and wide red hall. The entrance to the main hall is closed, and the walls around it are painted with abstract patterns. And in the center of the temple lay a huge chalice, in which the crimson flame burned endlessly.

Ian knew what this place was, the holiest place in the Red Lotus Church.

Martina had told him when she had taken him around the Church that the flame in the cup was the place where Orivia had descended into the incarnation, the place where she communicated with the faithful as a god, and the forbidden place that only Orivia, the Holy See of Enoch, and she were qualified to enter.

The moment he sensed the fluctuation of Crimson's divinity, Ian thought that Orivia had touched the Prophet's seal here, causing Crimson to descend, but to his surprise, when he stepped inside, the hall was completely empty except for him!

"It can't be!"

He frowned tightly, his gaze constantly rounding. As a Sword Master, he believed that his perception was absolutely keen, and since he felt the crimson divine consciousness here, then the "Crimson" must have appeared here just now. However, no matter how much he searched, he could never find any trace of the existence of any other creature, as if it were really just his illusion.

"Did you escape?"

To no avail, he turned his gaze to the flickering flames in the center of the hall and stared at it for a long time.

He didn't believe that his perception was wrong, because he knew that this sudden divine consciousness was not an accident.

This consciousness has always been scattered in this church, but for some reason it has hidden itself, and if he guessed correctly, this consciousness suddenly fluctuated, probably because he sensed that he wanted to leave the Eastern Regions!