Chapter 202: Phantom

Raphael was proud in his heart, his alchemy was really powerful.

Habitually, he glanced out of the tent along the gap in the tent, and he turned to slip away, lest someone come and call the two female mages for dinner and be discovered.

In a pose of jumping into a pool, Raphael froze.

What the hell is that? What did I see?

Raphael's face changed dramatically, and he looked back at the tent again.

It was getting darker, but with Raphael's eyesight, he could vaguely see that gray clouds appeared on the statues, and out of the gray clouds evaporated a series of terrifying phantoms, these shadows were scattered, without hands and feet, just the appearance of a tattered robe under a skull.

The Shadows had no color, only because the fluctuations they produced as they moved refracted the light, and they looked a little pale gray against the gray mist, and as soon as they appeared, they rushed towards Vera and the mercenaries.

Vera was obviously the first to sense it, and she instantly fluctuated her magic power, and the blue flames around her suddenly appeared, holding the staff and flashing into the distance.

The mercenaries were not sluggish, they stood up one by one, and used their fighting spirit and magic protection, but unfortunately they were all wrong.

The shadow flickered, and his face was hideous and he quickly approached the mercenary, ignoring the magic as nothing, and pounced on the mercenary's body.

Only Vera sensed that something was wrong, and once again moved away from the mercenary, and the soul power moved, and a strong spiritual shock erupted.

Vera's spiritual impact manifested itself like a physical object, like a ripple of water rippling towards the shadow.

The ghost's body fluctuated and weakened, and its body continued to shrink, but it still approached Vera's body, and then, it pounced violently, and disappeared into Vera's delicate body in an instant.

With a snap, Vera's staff fell to the ground, standing still like a mercenary.

Then, the faces of the mercenaries became distorted and hideous, even Vera was no exception, and even she burst out with a murderous aura that Raphael had never seen before.

Raphael was shocked, can't even Vera carry this?

Twelve statues, twelve ghosts, eight mercenaries, Gavila, nine, which means three more ghosts!

In fact, there is no need to calculate, Raphael can see with the naked eye that there are three shadows rushing towards him!

Escape?!

But things are uncertain for Vera, God knows what will happen! And the two women in the tent will definitely not be good!

Raphael is like this, once there is no life-and-death struggle, he will also try his best to protect irrelevant beauties.

What to do? Raphael's mind raced.

Damn, fight! His strength is far inferior to Vera, but it is better than the soul, and it may not be impossible to fight!

"Choke!" the thorn sword flew out, and at the same time, a clone emerged from the thorn sword.

Raphael was already preparing to sacrifice the machine spirit and the clone, first to save the two women, and he himself decided to fight this ghost.

However, the speed of the phantom was very fast, and as soon as the machine spirit and the clone appeared, two of the phantoms had already approached the two women in the tent.

Raphael's eyes jumped, but strangely, the shadow did not pounce on the two women's bodies, but instead turned around and pounced on Raphael and his clone, the Thorn Sword.

Looking at the Netherworld who had finally been fooled, Raphael suddenly regretted in his heart, the sleeping potion he refined actually had this effect, and he knew that he didn't need to use the clone and the Thorn Sword! But he didn't have time to take back the clone and the Thorn Sword.

In an instant, the two shadows pounced into Raphael's sword and clone, and the last one naturally pounced into Raphael's main body.

Extreme resentment, the madness of revenge, and the desire for self-destruction filled Raphael's mind, mixed with a chaotic pain that spread from the soul to the body, and was terrible throughout the body.

Raphael was running the Immortal quickly, but the clone and the Thorn Sword were also synchronized with the fluctuations of his soul, and he endured the invasion of the three shadows at once.

In the clear darkness, he still felt a strong sense of invasion, and the spirit stars all shook violently, and his body had a severe sense of pain.

Like Vera, Raphael's face became distorted and hideous.

Why is this so?!Isn't your own Soul Purity always very strong against the soul?

These invasions are obviously very messy, where can I have my own thoughts so clearly!

Spiritual Star Steady! Steady!

No, except for the spirit star, the others are not their own, and they are also part of their own thoughts.

The body is so painful, how can it have nothing to do with the Dou Star?

The Fighting Star was mobilized by Raphael, and it also operated rapidly, and the Spirit Star was really stable, and the pain in his body was also much weaker!

Useful!

The dark stars, light stars, water stars, ice stars, electric stars, wood stars, and wind stars all sped up.

This was all the thoughts that Raphael could mobilize, even ignoring the clone and the thorn sword.

The soul is finally stable!

Raphael's eyes were open, although the nine thoughts belonged to him, and he couldn't sense the doppelganger and the sword, but when he looked at it with his eyes, he also found that the doppelganger had not disappeared, but because of the fluctuation of his soul, it had strengthened and stabilized synchronously.

The machine spirit is very special, after Raphael's soul stabilized, the imprisoned magic circle surname contained in the machine spirit seemed to work, and the Jing Flower Sword emitted a wave of invisible fluctuations, as if it could imprison the ghost.

Raphael was surprised to feel the shadow within him fly out and throw the Wattle Sword again.

Since he was no longer invaded, Raphael did not bother with the machine spirits, but put his mind into the necromantic plane.

Fortunately, it didn't alarm Valerie.

With a sigh of relief, Raphael put two thoughts into the clone and the thorn sword to see what was going on.

As soon as he sensed it, Raphael was helpless, the fluctuations of the machine spirit were very chaotic, and so was the doppelganger, both of which seemed to have no boundary, not only that, but even the entire thorn sword had strange fluctuations, which seemed to be affected by the ghost and the machine spirit, but his soul could still be synchronized with the sword, which was extremely weird.

And even weirder! After a moment, the clone was even more hula, and before it dissipated the magic power of the body shape, it was sucked into the Jinghua Sword, and suddenly, the boundary between the doppelganger and the machine spirit became even more blurred, and then, the doppelganger and the machine spirit turned into a kind of ripple at the same time, no longer separated from each other, and this ripple spread to the entire sword in the blink of an eye.

Raphael withdrew one thought, the eight stars ran to clear the darkness, and another thought continued to probe the Jing Hua Sword, and after a while, the energy, magic circle, instrument spirit, and clone of the Jing Hua Sword all disappeared, and the entire sword completely turned into a ripple.

The strange fluctuations continued to ripple violently in the sword, and Raphael could feel the countless broken thoughts contained in it, and he grabbed the thorn sword, only to feel that the sword seemed to still exist, and it seemed to be turning into a ripple and dissipating at any time.

Holding the rippling sword, Raphael lightly touched the tent.

Before the tent could be touched by the sword, it was cut by a trembling ripple that did not hurt Raphael's hand.

Lao Tzu's Jing Hua Sword is ruined! Since this is the case, let's use it for Lao Tzu again!

Raphael decided to completely squeeze the value of the thorn sword, blackened his face, and left the tent.

The situation on the island was extremely miserable, except for Vera, who was a little better, still hiding to the side in a daze, the other eight mercenaries seemed to be enemies of life and death to each other, they did not use weapons, did not need to fight, did not use magic, they were biting and fighting each other with their bare hands.

In the short time that Raphael had dealt with the Phantom, the eight men were completely blurred, and they were actually silent, without a single roar.

Raphael looked around, and as far as his eyes could see, there was not a single demonic beast, and finally understood that the reason why this small island seemed safe was caused by these terrifying shadows.

At this time, one of the fighting mercenaries was bleeding too much, and after he finally bit a fighter, he hung on the fighter and did not move.

A shadow emerged from the mage's body, and this time, the shadow had a distinctly gray energy in its body, but this energy could be seen with the naked eye, and it was in the process of being shattered.

Raphael was shocked to see that the gray energy in the shadow's body quickly turned into intangible, turning into a part of the colorless shadow, which was not in line with his understanding of the soul!

Is it because the fluctuations of these phantoms are fragmented? So how can these phantoms exist if they are fragmented?

It's just that there is no time to think about this now, the gray in this shadow has disappeared, and the shadow is rushing towards itself.

Raphael withdrew all his thoughts to the main body, raised the thorn sword in his hand, and stabbed at the shadow.

The phantom didn't need to be lured by him, and took the initiative to pounce on the thorn sword.

The twelve stars in his mind shook again, Raphael suppressed it desperately, and after a while, the ripples of the thorn sword were active again, but the sword still did not dissipate.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another mercenary died, and the Nether pounced on Raphael again.

The sword was ruined after all, and Raphael did not hesitate to hand it over.

One phantom after another swooped down on the Thorn Flower Sword, the fluctuation of this sword had been twisted violently, and the only intact place on the sword was a thorn flower the size of a small fingernail on the hilt.

This thorn flower probably contains the material of the Poison Soul Stone, right?, Raphael guessed.

The eight mercenaries were all finished, and Raphael really wanted to throw away the sword.

Because he was afraid that the thorn sword would burst at any time, he didn't dare to imagine how big the impact of these ripples would be when they burst open.

However, there was still a ghost in Vera's body, Raphael gritted his teeth, his body trembled slightly, and he squeezed his sword hard and walked towards Vera.

Vera, who had been sluggish, suddenly moved and cried, "Villain Fei, you died so miserably!

As soon as she turned around, Vera ran towards the edge of the island and jumped into the pool with a pop.

The corners of Raphael's mouth twitched twice, but Vera actually threw herself into the water for her own sake? It was unbelievable that Raphael was almost stunned, and then, taken aback, he came to his senses, and quickly ran to the edge of the island, thrust his sword into the ground, and jumped into the water.

The water here is clear, and Vera floats in the water like a goblin with her long blue hair floating, her eyes closed, and her arms outstretched.

Fortunately, she is a great magician of the water system, her magic is strong, and she will never die for a while, and the water element has a natural control over natural water, and the magic in Vera's body is used to controlling the pool water, and the water flow is under Vera's instinctive control, gradually supporting her body.

A fierce man dived quickly, and Raphael put his arm around Vera's waist, kissed her little mouth, and slid her hands and feet to fish Vera ashore.

Vera's soft chest was gently heaving, she didn't drink water, let alone choke on water, she just frowned, and lay quietly.

Raphael was in a hurry, and was about to try to enter Vera's soul with his mind, when the shadow in Vera's body seemed to be attracted by the Thorn Sword inserted on Vera's side, and flew out and threw herself into the Thorn Sword.

Raphael's heart was relieved, and the corners of his eyes jumped up. Qing Ming had been working hard, but now, he felt that Qing Ming's resonance was no longer enough to control the fluctuation of this sword.

Hell, I'm afraid this sword is about to burst!

Holding Vera, who was waking up slowly, Raphael no longer controlled the Qing Immortal, and mobilized the empty veins to flick to avoid the Thorn Flower Sword.

It's too late!

Without Raphael's imagined burst, the thorn sword unfolded strangely like silk threads, and then all the silk threads shrank into a ball and melted into the thorn flower of the hilt.

I don't know what material this little wattle flower is made of, until the silk threads are all retracted into the wattle flower, and the wattle flower becomes rippled.

The ripples that the wattle turned into flew towards Raphael, and it was completely synchronized with Raphael's soul, and Raphael could be traced, and Raphael couldn't escape at all.

How fast is this ripple-like colorless transparent vitex flower?

Raphael didn't know, Raphael only knew that after the sword disappeared, the wattle ripples were printed on his forehead, and in an instant, countless broken thoughts hit Raphael's soul.

This kind of broken thoughts are very violent, and there is a kind of persistence that will not stop until the goal is reached.

Raphael suddenly understood that it was this attachment that allowed these phantoms to exist, although Raphael did not know what they were obsessed with.

Desperately running the Purity, all these broken thoughts surrounded Raphael's soul and constantly impacted.

Is it more persistent than anyone else!

Raphael roared in his mind, and he played with his life, trying to run the tenth fire star in his mind.

Once, twice... The nine stars in motion trembled more and more, but that couldn't shake Raphael's determination.

Blood oozed from his mouth and nose, and the Fire Star finally moved slowly in his mind.

Raphael trembled, but his expression was as solid as a rock, and after the fire star in his mind rotated in a circle, it staggered around the spirit star.

After the fire star made a circle, it stabilized, and the ten stars moved together, and the fire star also turned faster and faster. The fifth water star lit up.

Ten Thoughts, Intermediate Magic Master!

Like a wave crashing against a solid wall, the broken thoughts collapsed and burst, turning into countless invisible star debris that scattered out of Raphael's body, forming an invisible shockwave that spread away like a swamp in the distance.

At night, a commotion sounded around the island, and the swamp monsters retreated.

The thorn pattern communicates Raphael's soul and is completely integrated!

Raphael sensitively noticed that the Wattle Sword was still there, and his sense of magical elements was still thirty percent more than that of ordinary people. It's just that this sword has been completed as a part of his soul, as if the soul boundary that was originally impossible to change has been expanded, and even this sword should be able to change, as for what it has become, Raphael is estimated to be a doppelganger.

It's just that he can't control this sword for the time being, because this sword is now just a string pattern, and it also contains invisible energy, attached to the spirit star, and he doesn't know how to make this sword rush out of his soul and transform into a substantial long sword.

Raphael didn't bother with the Twin Sword, and he once again probed his mind into the necromantic plane.

After carefully probing Valery's situation, it did not deteriorate, and he put his mind at ease, this battle with the Phantom made him feel that he should pay full attention to himself, as for the clone of the necromantic plane, it is okay to accompany Valery.

Looking at Vera in her arms, she was fully awake.

The blue hair shook and picked up a string of water droplets, Vera shook her head and looked at Raphael's face fixedly, as if she didn't believe it was true, and finally she finally understood a little, so she stroked Raphael's face, tears falling down her eyes.

Raphael really didn't know why Vera was like this.

In fact, after Vera had Raphael's figure in her heart, because she couldn't see Raphael for a long time, she would think of Raphael more and more unconsciously, and this thought made Raphael's figure clearer and clearer in her heart over time.

Vera, even paying attention to all things about Raphael, gradually turned this figure into love.

Raphael gently put down Vera, Vera did not wipe away her tears, her eyes were misty, she raised her little face and faced Raphael.

Raphael's eyes lit up, he hugged Vera's soft and delicate body, and leaned over to suck Vera's lips.

After a while, Raphael, who was extremely dishonest, put his hand into Vera's clothes.

Vera grabbed Raphael's hand and stared at Raphael.

Raphael also stared at Vera.

Vera said affectionately, "Dear villain Fei, let me break your hands and feet. I'll take you to St. Vide. ”

Raphael grabbed Vera in the chest.

Vera instinctively ducked.

Raphael turned his head and ran, and used the empty pulse to bounce.

Vera giggled, and the blue flame flickered to stop Raphael.

What the hell is this for Mao! Raphael twitched his little face and screamed: "Even if I mess around with the mercenary woman in the forest, don't break my hands and feet! What's more, I just slept with one! I admire myself! I have a lot of property on the island, little Vera! I want to split up with you! All the property belongs to you!"

Vera blushed and said, "Are you still a woman?" I don't care. You scoundrel, I didn't marry you, what kind of family do I have? The main thing is that Hegolat wants to kill you! Okay, break your hands and feet, and I won't kill you. ”

Raphael laughed angrily: "You also believe this?"

Vera finally said her strange thoughts, "I don't believe it, but I can arrest you and force him to take a stand." (To be continued.) )