The arrow hit the white edge of the space, and the visual change was almost completely invisible, and the next second the action was completed, a crisp cracking sound came from above.

The image on the dome darkened.

During this hesitant time of preparation, there was no special conversation in the "video".

After all, this is Austin's memory. He suddenly lost his reaction before, and then stopped in time, naturally he was measured, knowing that there would not be too sensitive topics for a while.

Although shocked by the sudden appearance of the mermaid princess in the video, in addition to the initial shock, Melissa did not continue to delve into it, jokingly poking Austin in the shoulder.

"How did you feel about the Tao just now, to exchange experiences with everyone, and to mention it a little? After all, you have to experience it this time, first mate, you have to point out some rules to us 'newbies'. ”

Austin squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "What's the trick!" If you want advice, I wish you the same heartlessness on the outside, then it is estimated that you can get through it smoothly! ”

The words in and out of the words are not sincere, but the feelings of gritting teeth are "full of martial virtues", which is very obvious.

"I'm not sure you can tell." Melissa shook her head, but didn't deny it, "It depends on the degree." Speaking of my memories, it's a long story......"

However, these few sentences are all chattered, because Austin, who has just been publicly executed, has a tight memory state, but because of the temporary goal of hatred, he has relaxed a lot.

At the same time, Mogan shot down a total of four shattered illusion crystals and recovered the remaining arrow materials.

At the same time, he also collected the remnants of the remaining parts of the illusion crystal that had not been turned into dust, but had broken into large fragments, and carried it into his arms.

Mosquito legs are also meat.

"In the face of psychic magic that forcibly extracts memories, the only fixed way is to keep yourself calm. After all, each psychic magician's method of casting spells is different, and it is not just a pile of mana, but requires special research. ”

Lucifer is still a dutiful guide, and after finishing the previous work, he warmly reminds him of the precautions.

"Psychic magic, which works as a medium, was once a special form of communication. It's not like any magic or most of the witchcraft that people say, every psychic magician is a talent that the nation needs......"

The only problem is that His Majesty's topic is getting more and more deviant, and then it becomes more and more specialized, and even gradually begins to involve some cumbersome nouns that are cumbersome to pronounce and do not understand, and even directly use out-of-the-way old words.

Looking at Captain Blue Eagle's bitter face, she probably really wanted to say "Master, don't read it", but this was just a personal emotion, and she didn't say it because of personal respect.

Austin looked cautious, perhaps aware of the content, and even nodded along with it.

- This is the greatest respect that the irascible shark has ever shown in his actions.

They were now waiting for the psychic magic that would be released by the chain reaction after the Illusion Crystal shattered as the source of the reception, and Mogan was relatively unafraid.

After all, the soldiers will block and the water will come to the earth.

The weapon he has always been proud of is his own sanity, and he is naturally not too afraid of stumbling in this area.

It stands to reason that this is his forte.

Even if the acquisition of memories doesn't sound friendly, Mogan is very sure that when it comes to calmness and self-control, there may not be many people who can compare to him.

But this time, Mogan Grande miscalculated.

The orange-red light of fire started from the corners of his field of vision and gradually appeared in his field of vision, spreading at a rapid rate.

It's not a fire, it's a disaster that spawns more quickly.

Mogan's pupils contracted suddenly.

At first, he thought it was a fire magic trap that was suddenly transformed, but later he realized that this was not the case.

At this time, you can still see that everyone else has more or less abnormal reactions, but unlike him, Mogan took two steps back, struggling to avoid sitting on the ground.

But even the other people who loomed in the illusion were quickly overwritten, making him feel as if he was once again in a past he didn't want to think about.

Time seemed to slow down, but Mogan knew that it was not some space-time magic, but the perception of ordinary people.

Because he remembers.

It's just a scene, and a sense of terrifying powerlessness that has remained in my heart for twenty-one years.

It's a fantasy!

Mogan told himself this, but to no avail, and even worsened the situation.

This is a fantasy that belongs to him alone.

- Not a coincidence.

He faintly heard the familiar sound of agitation at the eardrums, like his own heartbeat, and like a herald of the release of time that had been slowed down again in his senses.

Slow and torturous, like standing on the gallows, waiting for the final moment of execution.

"Bang!"

The only clear sound was not loud, like a boiling kettle, just a little bit.

"Hum—"

Suddenly, all sounds come to naught in the process of tinnitus, like the eardrum fails, and the senses of both ears eventually become vain, and disappear with the weakened tinnitus.

In front of me, there was still a raging fire, and the real "feeling" was filled with limbs and bones again.

Mogan kept silently saying in his heart, it was just an illusion.

Yes, calmness solves everything.

But that didn't stop the extreme senses from breaking all the thick walls he thought he had sturdy.

Sensory regression.

The human body was set on a fire and baked with a spray gun.

The air currents tore limbs apart as if it were a torture.

There is also the boundless despair in the heart, the dying struggle of the mind but to no avail, and then it turns into chaos that has never been before.

Then all the sight, hearing, and sensation disappear in residual perception, and gradually become a mixed nothingness.

The vision is dark and boundless.

Death comes.

Cold sweat finally soaked through his clothes, and Mogan used all his strength to support his body without falling.

He finally saw the light in front of his eyes again.

But to some extent, he was able to maintain this state because the fear that surged over his heart made him stiff and unable to move, let alone respond to other things, and he could not even put himself down safely.

The half-dragon merchant, who looked down on everything except gold coins, finally realized the true horror of mind magic.

He died again - in memory.

Even though he spent most of his time and experience earning money, Mogan never forgot what happened outside of it, or rather buried it in his heart.

He still remembers his true childhood:

Not lonely, but lonely.

Perhaps the most memorable day at that time was when the orphanage teacher took him by the hand and took him to the grave of his parents.

He listened to the adult's passionate narration and praise, stared at the strange men and women in the photo, and knew that they had both died in the best of years.

Others say that they died with honor, died well, did things that ordinary people could not do in their lives, were respected and respected, and naturally had no regrets.

But Mogan didn't think so.

They don't know that they are going to die, and they think that they will be able to live a new life in a few days.

Just one step away, you missed the ending you dreamed of, how can you sleep peacefully.

Dying without regrets is mostly a consolation for the living, and the dead are silent. Thinking like this, he used all possibilities to spend the imaginary half of his life perfectly......

And then died.

Different ways, same results.

Originally, he had planned everything to embark on the most perfect path and obtain a beautiful life that was most different from failure or sudden ending, but he still went to the untouchable abyss.

Because of this, from the moment Mogan lost his life in his last life, invisible fear completely climbed into his chest.

To this day, it is difficult for him to tell the story of what happened to him, even if it is not only because of the lack of a reason for crossing over.

It's not just mere death.

The story of Mogan consists mainly of a thief, an untraceable bomb, and an unlucky man who suddenly realizes that he has countless possibilities to avoid being killed, but goes to the road of death.

To summarize, it is like a person wearing a safety rope and holding on to the railing to go up the mountain, and suddenly finds that the mountain is broken by the waist.

It was only a few seconds before the fall, and he could only watch as he collapsed with the rock wall, and his life was inevitable.

The past was like an invisible poisonous snake, which should have made him timid and afraid all his life, and he no longer dared to take any risks. But Mogan Grande is not a person who likes to be manipulated by emotions.

He tried to abandon his fear completely, but it was not feasible, and the more he focused on it, the more palpitating it became when he resurfaced.

This will not work.

So Mogan made a chic concession and forcibly twisted his heart.

It seems that he has had everything since birth, but he insists on following the path he loves, and piles all the unstable elements in his heart in one corner.

Admittedly, the hidden dangers that survive in this way may be caused by the sudden explosion of certain keywords, which will make Mogan lose control like when he first met Will under the pseudonym Frank at Pandora Bazaar, but the overall benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

Because being stumped by gains and losses is by no means a trait that a shrewd businessman should have.

Mogan took a deep breath, suppressed the last turmoil in his heart, and realized one of the most serious problems.

Psychic magic may have had a different kind of restraint on him.

This does not bode well. But at the moment, they are not in real immediate danger.

But this is a hidden danger.

After all the recall, Mogan got a respite, and looked around like he had imagined before, giving priority to the changes in others.

But only this time, he was a step slower, unable to take any advantage that he was used to grasping.

The others were already sober and talking about topics they didn't understand.

Melissa touched her chin, "This voice has been repeated so many times, is it also the result of whose memories have been concretized?" ”

"Shattered illusion crystals may also work, but if they can be suppressed, they won't be as significant." Lucifer explained truthfully that he didn't seem to be affected much.

The strongest wizard is the strongest wizard after all.

"That's a lot more reassuring."

Melissa nodded.

Everyone doesn't want the secrets hidden in their hearts to be snooped on at will, and this is the case for people who usually seem to have no heart or lungs.

It's just that this time it was finally Mogan's turn to be very dazed, although he didn't show it on his face, he still asked in a deep voice.

"What sound?"

"You haven't heard?" Austin was a little surprised, he was mentally prepared, this time it should be much better, "But it should be soon, we have a back and forth to recover the state, and the influence of mind magic needs to be transformed." ”

"With all due respect, Mr. Austin Clare, you should have said it sooner, mind magic will awaken the most memorable memories...... This may be one of the more important clues. ”

Although detached from his own environment, Mo Gan still had the previous emotions in his heart, and he didn't even control his perfect actions for a while, and his words were full of accusations.

However, Mogan immediately realized this, and was able to recover it in time, just as he did when Pandora's Bazaar got out of control.

He sighed, "I'm sorry, it's rude." I still have a little remnant of psychic magic in my heart. ”

It is not good to stir up contradictions at such times. It's not a good thing to be out of his mind, but Mogan, as always, finds that there is nothing he can do about it under special circumstances.

Fortunately, Austin Claire paid more attention to the facts, and was not provoked to anger in this way, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "This kind of psychic magic leads to the most impressive memories of people?" I see...... It makes sense. ”

Mogan was stunned.

Not everyone is as clear as they are about their most memorable past.

That's why Austin hasn't been able to make this point clear — he's not just a little angry guy who neglects to help his teammates.

It was also at this moment that Mogan also heard a strange sound, which came ethereal under the guidance.

Everyone present, including himself, had been trying to suppress their perception of the past for some time, so that they would not be captured by the remnants of psychic magic, and thus escape into the situation.

But there was a fifth consciousness - except for the unconscious, unaffected mage inspectors.

The memories held by the consciousness of unknown location are captured without reservation, and spread in the illusion!

But the illusion crystal clearly only left dust, but as far as the eye could see, it still shimmered brightly, and as time progressed, it was visible to the naked eye that it turned into real and magicless dust from the edge to the inside, and then dissipated.

At a glance, Mogan could only assume that it was some kind of obsession that was too powerful for the memory to use the last wreckage to reveal the final swan song.

But he didn't feel too sorry either.

After all, the powder of the Illusion Crystal itself cannot be brought out, and a special large anti-magic bottle is required to contain it, so as not to be invalidated due to the loss of natural magic.

There are no extra anti-magic bottles on his body, there is no loss of profit, and the remaining powder is not in the scope of Mogan's extra concern.

As for the illusion this time, the content is much more general and simple.

There is no picture, only sound.

It is a repetitive, repetitive chant that seems to be endless, and it is a never-ending recounting of a journey from which there is no return.

"We live deep in the forest, listening to infinite wisdom, enjoying freedom and light......"

Loud voices gradually filled the entire green space, like the echo of countless people reciting together, and as the emotions gradually became more and more confused and low.

"Dark...... Collapse ...... I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go, I don't want to live in peace, and I don't have to live in peace. ”

"Go to sleep...... Return...... He is a captive of God, and I go to the gate of light, but I have lost my way back, and there is no way to come again. ”