Chapter 148 Translucent Bug

"Are you looking for me..."

As soon as the voice hit his ears, Derrick froze suddenly, his skin was tense, and every hair stood up.

Why is he behind my back?

How did he appear in my room?

What about the seal?

What about the effect of that magic item?

Cold sweat broke out on Derrick's forehead, and he subconsciously turned his head to look back.

But his instinct prevented him from doing this.

And this originates from the teaching of the "Monster Common Sense" class in the City of Silver and some weird scenes he experienced after joining the patrol team:

Don't rush to turn around when someone is talking behind your back!

Derrick raised his hands, clenched them into fists in front of his chest, and then slowly turned his body bit by bit while on high alert.

The room was in deep darkness, making it impossible to see anything, but in Derrick's two eyes, a little golden glow swelled up, turning into two miniature suns.

With the help of this "Prayer for Light" ability, he saw a black shadow sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.

The black shadow quickly became clear, revealing a head that had been split vertically!

In the middle of the head, two gray-white brains squirmed like life, trying to get closer to each other but unable to do anything.

On the truncated surface of the brain, the viscous liquid hangs down into filaments, but shrinks upward like maggots.

The eyes are far apart on one side, the bridge of the nose is parted in the middle, and the blood is bright.

The left half of the mouth opened, but the right half was tightly closed.

This terrifying monster was naked, with dark red wounds all over it.

The countless wounds opened ferociously, revealing rows of white teeth, and they spoke the same words in no particular order:

"Are you looking for me..."

It paused, the corners of its mouth and the edge of the wound all turned up:

"look,

Am I normal..."

Derrick's pupils shrank, and without thinking about it, he raised his hands clenched into fists in front of his chest, and placed them on his chin, as if praying.

The small room suddenly became brighter, and the pure light beam wrapped in flames dropped from the roof and hit the monster.

This light beam is not as loud as when Derrick used it outside the round tower, because of the seal here, the magical items here isolate the inside and outside.

But at this moment, Derrick was stunned to see that the sacred light beam he had prayed for suddenly became thicker, so brilliant that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

Vaguely, in that majestic beam of light, something more pure and thicker separated out, like a naked man without facial features and clothes!

The "light man" flickered suddenly, and jumped on the monster.

All the "mouths" of the monster opened suddenly, as if screaming.

However, Derrick heard nothing.

The monster trembled violently, quickly disintegrated under the burning and shining of the "man of light", and disappeared like melting.

When it was almost transparent, a phantom suddenly appeared there, wearing a black classic robe and a pointed soft hat!

This phantom has black eyes, black eyeballs, a wide forehead, a thin face, and a single eye carved out of crystal.

As soon as he emerged, the "man of light" exploded suddenly, and Derrick's eyes were filled with white light.

When he regained his sight, he found that he was outside the room at some point, in the corridor inlaid with metal lamp stands, and in the dim yellow light.

He turned his head blankly, looked into the room, and saw a tall and strong figure in dark trousers and a brown coat from the back.

In front of the back, on Derrick's original bed, a little morning light quickly condensed on a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.

Beside Zhijian, there was a translucent bug lying quietly.

It is only as long as a thumb, and is slender like a child's little finger, and rings of completely transparent colors divide it into many sections.

Derrick glanced over and didn't count the number of rings, only vaguely felt that there were about ten.

Facing his tall figure with his back, he picked up the strange translucent bug with his hand, turned around, and sighed:

"Almost..."

At this time, Derrick finally saw the front of the tall figure clearly:

His hair is gray, neglected, and looks quite messy. He has heavy nasolabial folds, but there are no wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and forehead, and there are some deep or distorted old scars on his cheeks.

He was wearing a linen shirt inside, and a belt with many compartments around his waist. His light blue eyes were deep and vicissitudes, and his whole figure was like a book full of stories.

Derrick was taken aback for a moment, and then said in surprise as if he was in danger for the rest of his life:

"Your Excellency 'Chief'!"

Standing in front of him was the "Chief" of the "Six-member Council" of the City of Silver, the powerful "demon hunter" Colin Iliad who was over a hundred years old!

Colin nodded lightly and said:

"We have always known that he has a problem, but in order to find out what the purpose of that man named Amon is and what kind of weirdness exists, we deliberately did not eliminate him directly, but locked him at the bottom of the round tower and sealed him under the influence of magical items Among them, and often let some Extraordinary people who only have signs of getting out of control live next door to him, and talk to him to see if he can induce some abnormal changes in him, so as to get what we want to know.

It's a pity that until today, he was very normal, but, too normal.

Why do you think he suddenly mutated and suddenly tried to penetrate the seal? How do you feel you are different from other people? "

It turned out that it was deliberately arranged for me to live next to the former captain of the exploration team... Derrick was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Perhaps it's because my extraordinary path is different from others, Sequence 9 'Singer', Sequence 8 'Prayer for Light'."

That is the "sun" path... If Mr. "The Hanged Man" is right, the Amon family is the descendant of the ancient sun god, then it is normal for me to cause him to have a mutation... Derrick feels that he is sure To a certain truth.

Colin finished listening with his expression unchanged, looked Derrick up and down for a few seconds and said:

"We have monitored him, and the members of the 'Six-member Council' took turns to be responsible, but we didn't expect that he would suddenly change without any warning, and his actions were very decisive and resolute.

What did you do in the room just now? "

Derrick was thinking about the relationship between the "sun" path and the descendants of the ancient sun god, but for a moment he didn't realize what the "chief" was asking.

After he understood it, his head was still a little numb, and he seriously recalled what he had just done.

I did nothing but tap on the partition wall, trying to communicate with him... Before this, before this, I was at a tarot meeting... a tarot meeting! Derrick was stunned suddenly, feeling that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

He knew that what he was thinking must not be said to the "chief", but he didn't know what expression to make, so he could only maintain his usual lonely and restrained silence, and said in thought:

"I knocked on that wall, three times.

Before this, the candles in my room were extinguished, and it was dark. I tried to practice some of my extraordinary abilities. "

Colin looked into Derrick's eyes quietly, and said after a dozen seconds:

"It's a pity that what Amon left in his soul was not the main body, and what happened too suddenly, we couldn't get the most desired result...

Before he mutated, did you notice anything abnormal? "

"No." Derrick shook his head quite positively.

Two complex dark green symbols suddenly appeared in Colin's eyes, and Derrick's figure was reflected between them.

After nearly ten seconds of silence, the "Chief" of the City of Silver closed his eyes and said:

"Your condition is stable, you don't need any further treatment, you can go back."

Derrick was startled and said:

"OK."

He watched "Demon Hunter" Colin Iliad turn around and enter the room, picked up the pure white sharp straight sword, and checked it over and over again.

He quietly took a breath, walked along the aisle towards the exit, and encountered guards coming one after another on the way.

He walked back home slowly, closed the door, carefully observed his surroundings for a while, sat on the edge of the bed, and recited in a low voice:

"Fools who don't belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray mist, you are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."

"I just had a horrible experience..."

Derrick recounted what happened before, and mentioned his two guesses.

After doing all this, he settled down a lot.

And as the tension receded, he felt intensely tired, so he lay down and soon fell asleep.

In the quiet and dim room, bolts of lightning sometimes illuminated everything, and sometimes disappeared into the night.

The sleeping Derrick suddenly flicked his right index finger, and lightly tapped the bed surface leisurely.

One time, two times, three times...

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After the Tarot meeting, due to the high spiritual consumption, Klein did not go to divination the extraordinary characteristics of the "werewolf" and the biotoxin bottle. The light shining through the mist brought a certain amount of light to the room.

Sitting on the chair in front of the desk, Klein calmed down and thought about the things he had to do recently:

"The most important thing is to continue to summarize the 'magician's code' and make adjustments according to the subtle feedback of spirituality.

Although the rules such as 'do not perform unprepared', 'need to perform on stage', 'be good at completing performances in a way that draws others' attention', are not a problem for the time being, just continue to 'perform' like this, little by little Adjusting myself, sooner or later I will digest the potion to a level where I can be promoted, but this kind of performance is not sufficient, and it also lacks some important 'rules', which will slow down the progress of digestion and make it not thorough enough. Years, or even two, three years to be promoted.

And Ince Zangwill will not stay where he is and wait for me! Only by becoming a high-sequence user as soon as possible can I have the qualifications for revenge!

Therefore, exploring other 'magician' rules is the primary task in the future, starting with verifying whether the 'audience's applause' will leverage one's own spirituality, so as to better digest the potion. "

Just as Klein was meditating, phantom pleadings suddenly sounded in his ears.