Chapter 365 Interlude! ! !

In the silent branch of the Truth Thought branch of the Gray Swamp Swamp in the Gray Rain Country, the mentor area where Mijaka lives is not quiet at all. In fact, in this small basement, a large amount of magical torrents almost formed a raging The storm, those azure blue magical radiance that almost condensed into a solid body, even tore apart several layers of thickened defensive circles outside the mentor's residence.

The person standing in this magical vortex is Mijiaka who is doing his best to release his magic power. I have to admit that as a formal-level mage, Mijaka's attainments in enchantment spells are really extraordinary. Due to a complex "magic guide" enchantment, the enchantment array he drew and engraved can still barely function even when he himself is unconscious. Ka and Anya's only hope!

The effect of the magic circle is not to disperse the weird energy spreading in Anya's soul - the strange energy that Mijaka has never heard of is too powerful. In this enchanting circle that can only be regarded as a temporary one, the weird energy spreading like countless wriggling threads will not be affected in the slightest.

However... Mijaka's purpose is not to attack this energy. After a long period of observation, Mijaka has also discovered the fact that this completely unstoppable strange energy is just some rootless water. These weird energies are strong, but they don't have the ability to actively attack or have any intelligence. From the beginning to the end, they are just squandering their own energy that is completely aimed at tampering with the soul.

It is precisely because the purpose of this energy is to tamper with the soul rather than cause damage, Mijiaka and Anya can survive now, otherwise, one of them is only a formal-level mage, and the other has not even reached the apprentice level. The power of the legendary level in the strange eyeball was dead in an instant!

But now... the situation of the two of them is also very bad. The erosion of the energy of the law is extremely terrifying. In just two or three seconds, the souls of Mijiaka and Anya have been irreversibly tampered with. It is impossible to be blocked by the enchanted circle, but this may be due to lack of wisdom. The erosion of strange energy has always maintained a constant and slow speed. At the same time, a large amount of its own energy has also been dissipated in the process of meaningless squandering— ——This gave Micaka the last chance.

The main function of Mijaka's magic circle is not to expel the strange energy, but to provide buffs to the soul of the subject, so that the subject can survive the erosion of the strange energy for a while. After all, the amount of strange energy is It is limited, and it is still wasting this limited energy aimlessly. As long as Mijiaka and Anya can support it for a while, at least the soul will not encounter the end of being completely swallowed.

Feeling the unstoppable strange energy spreading in his soul like ink, Mijiaka has no regrets in his heart. He is not a kid who just went out to take risks. Mijia, who has seen countless dangers in this world Long before he decided to fight against a master-level powerhouse, Ka had already made the psychological preparation for death and fall.

What makes Mijaka feel the most heartache is not that his soul is being eroded, but the beautiful girl lying on the experimental table with a painful expression.

"Anya, is this the pain you are going through... It's really hard to imagine what a crazy villain Punk Sai'an is. Only by being so strong can I sustain myself under such torture..."

Almost crawling to Anya's side step by step, Mijaka, whose skin and pupils had begun to show strange red lines, stretched out his right hand tremblingly to wipe away tears for the girl who was still in a coma.

"But everything won't end so easily. I'm a thirteenth-level magician specializing in enchantment. We haven't lost hope yet!"

Gently clenching Anya's cold little hand, Mijaka began to guide all the magic power into the core magic circle while talking softly to himself. Now, the only way for the mage who has nothing to do is to squander all his own energy on that strange energy. Maintaining the existence of the self before the energy, this... Mijiaka has the confidence to do it!

As the desperate mage injected the last bit of magic power into the magic circle, a large number of pale yellow light spots began to overflow from every line of the magic circle, and these light spots flew into Anya's body one by one. In the middle, on the girl's soul, every trace of light yellow light is like an oasis that nourishes the soil. The energy released by Mijaka with all her strength finally awakened the girl's consciousness.

"Anya, wake up quickly, negative emotions are turning your soul into something terrible, you must think of something happy, otherwise you will be completely submerged by the tide of negative emotions."

Feeling that the girl's mental fluctuations became violent again, Mijaka shouted in the girl's ear in surprise. Now, the magic circle he drew and engraved is frantically extracting every bit of his magic power. It is possible to give Anya spiritual encouragement in the way of "proclaiming".

Although Mijaka's encouragement is only spiritual, but in this kind of soul-level consciousness struggle, spiritual encouragement is often more effective than piles of spells.

At this moment, Anya's consciousness space has turned into boundless grayness, the girl's consciousness is embracing her knees and floating in the boundless silence, the ridicule, abuse, and insults from countless people she has known in life are all in the girl's body. It echoed endlessly in her head, and the girl didn't know until now that she thought she didn't care about all of this, but in fact...she had actually been brooding over those childhood pains.

In the boundless pain, sorrow, anger, and fear, Anya felt as if she was in hell, and everything around her was not at all beautiful. Everyone, whether it was her mentor or the obedient Jasmine, was just using her , squeezed out the last bit of value from myself...

"That's it... let's sleep forever, then there will be no more pain"...

As Anya's despair deepened, the pitch-black inner space also became darker and ready to move.

However, just when the boundless silence was about to swallow the girl, a clear and firm cry sounded like thunder in the girl's ears.

"Anya, wake up..."

Accompanied by this incomparably ethereal call, the little girl in the spiritual space slowly raised her head, and the flame of hope was slowly burning again in Anya's heart—the girl with this voice would never forget it anyway, because, That was Micaka's voice!