"God doesn't give birth to me as a keyboard warrior, the key path is like a long night!"

The wind rises out of thin air, and the keyboard-type fantasy greatsword emerges in front of the scriptwriter.

In the smoke and dust of the wind, he struggled to straighten his body, which was clumsy from old age, and wanted to face his enemies with the most perfect posture.

The scriptwriter saw several balls of demonic energy flying towards him in an eerie arc in the air.

Seeing the chains of evil energy full of blasphemous and chaotic power bypassing Wu Ming and outflanking him.

Seeing the corrosive runes distort the environment in the room, the wall skin gradually curled up and fell off, turning into a rotten appearance.

Seeing the clerk who bumped into Wu Ming head-on, he flew into the air, twisted his head with the force of hitting the ceiling, stretched out a finger to him, and popped out a mana that could make the energy chaotic and out of control.

With just a glance at the scriptwriter, he was pretty sure that no one would survive these attacks - not even the rune attacks, the demonic fireballs, and the demonic chain mending knives that followed, and that burning mana that broke through all the spells alone was enough to burn out the only remaining fire of life he had.

But before those attacks hit him, he had already quickly typed a line on his keyboard.

"He hid in the network, and the clerk's attack passed through the target and had no effect."

If psykers want to accomplish the feat of utopian embodiment and modify reality, they are not only forced to establish a common understanding by attacking the blind spots of others' minds with utopian tentacles.

The fantastic tentacles embodied the words left by him tapping the keyboard in mid-air, and the common recognition clerk looked at him, and the moment he saw this line of words, it was already established!

The scriptwriter's solid figure quickly became illusory and unreal, and at the same time, his clothes and image also changed, wearing a black power suit and wearing a big hat, and his appearance also changed from a rickety old man who was about to die to a young man with lofty weapons and high spirits.

Then the mana burning power carrying chaotic and disordered energy easily pierced through his body, and after carving a large hole in his cloudy torso that took up half of his body, it sank into the floor behind him with unabated momentum.

It's just that the clerk's mana burning that can break through all the laws has no effect, and the big hole on the scriptwriter's body has neither bleeding nor teared flesh and blood, as if it has hit an illusory holographic projection, and this big hole only lasts for a moment in his body, and then quietly retracts and regains its integrity.

The corrupted runes, demonic fireballs, and blasphemous chains that followed were as unsuccessful as the clerk had imagined.

The black-clothed coat on the scriptwriter's body showed no signs of corruption, and the fireballs that exploded in the room only damaged the table, computer, and multi-screen behind him, and the blasphemous chains were even more empty, and the real feeling of not hitting the real thing went straight through his body at all.

"In reality, I only promise, and on the Internet, I hit hard!"

Another piece of text made of utopian tentacles emerges before the clerk's eyes, and a new common understanding is once again established.

Wu Ming's side was beaten head-on just after coming out of the teleportation light curtain, and the clerk did not brake the car and flew to the ceiling after hitting the shield head-on, and the environment in the room changed again.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and weapons without duplicates emerged from the void, and in the blink of an eye, the entire room was densely enclosed.

"Damn! Am I plunging headlong into the treasure of the king? ”

Each weapon manifests itself with a faint human voice and the sound of a keyboard tapping, echoing through the room for a long time.

“NMSL！”

"Why are you so stupid, kid? Is the brain underdeveloped? ”

"Don't pee and take pictures, what are you like!"

"Beep - if I had been there, I would have stood up for this kind of thing, you unseeded cowards......"

"It's not serious to look at her like this, and she can't tell what kind of shady thing she is doing behind her back......"

"Huh! Let me tell you something, I heard that XXX used to be ......"

Every word of insult, abuse, slander, smear, contempt, trampling on the dignity of others, and malicious rumors that are spread unsubstantiated, are led to become weapons.

Unreasonable, unjustified, these are insults uttered in order to elevate oneself, to put oneself on the moral high ground to obtain satisfaction, to satisfy one's ridiculous vanity.

The scriptwriter collects these and uses them as weapons!

Seeing the sudden change in the surrounding environment, the clerk subconsciously turned her head away from looking at the words formed by the fantasy tentacles, so as not to trigger the common cognition, but she didn't expect that no matter where her gaze turned, she could see the wriggling translucent fantasy tentacles.

The clumps of utopian tentacles squirmed into words again.

"Words and words can hurt people, so you can bury yourself here......"

The verbal violence turned into a substantive attack at this moment, and the scriptwriter dressed in black who was dressed like a chivalrous man raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks turned in unison, aiming at the clerk in the center and Wu Ming, who was innocently affected next to him, and shot out!

A knife and sword closest to the clerk pierced her lower abdomen and thigh, blood slowly spilling from the wound, and at the same time, ridicule and invective rang in her ears, striking her heart like a hammer.

"Hahahahaha! There are really succubi in the world who can't use charm! ”

"Succubi should play their role as a succubus and offer themselves to serve others for protection. What kind of evil magic do you learn, do you still want to be the first succubus demon lord ever? Your parents are fools who died at the hands of hunters, and the child born is also a fool, so let's die quickly! ”

Fragments of related memories also popped up, and those were memories that she had sealed in the deepest part of her brain, almost forgotten.

Countless times, he has been ridiculed by other transcendent creatures for resisting his instincts in his bones and refusing to use charm.

Countless times, he has been abused and insulted because he has made efforts that do not conform to the identity of a succubus.

- No...... Mom and Dad told me that if you put in the effort, you can make a difference! There is no reason why succubi should survive by relying on charm and clinging to the strong!

There was a hysterical silent rant in the clerk's heart, but she was responded with more weapons hitting and piercing her body.

More painful memories of reality poured out, flooding the clerk's vision in an instant like a tidal wave.

However, the reality is that she needs to put in more effort and more energy to achieve what other demons can easily achieve.

The past tormented her, replaying the memories of the trauma that uncovered her psyche made her feel as if she was in a never-ending hell, the sensation of her hands and feet fading away, and finally she hit her head on a mass that wasn't soft, but not as hard as the cold floor.

In a trance, the clerk seemed to see Qin Mian's back in a white coat.

"President...... Me, am I really wrong? ”

…………

"Succubus a GET!" Wu Ming waved his hand and threw the unconscious clerk into the containment space and locked him up first, and then pulled out the curse dagger that pierced his shoulder socket when he lifted the shield to save the clerk, "Damn it, it's your turn now!" ”

A broad palm grabbed the layers of camouflage in the void, and under the calculation guidance of the auxiliary device, firmly grasped the head of the scriptwriter who was typing passionately on the keyboard, and pulled it out of the hidden state.

The young man in black suddenly came to naught, and a rickety, shrunken teeth and hair had fallen out, and a little old man who couldn't even stand on his feet appeared in front of Wu Ming.

As a result, after seeing the appearance of the scriptwriter clearly, Wu Ming was obviously stunned for a moment, and said: "You are not kind to the scriptwriter...... Isn't this beauty filter a little too much? ”