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Volume 1¡¤Best Relatives Scene 18 Son of God (I)

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    Act 18 Son of God (I) Under the night, a man walked slowly on the silent street.  The moonlight brings hazy light and covers the road ahead. There is no one on the quiet road, which makes people feel like they are heading towards the underworld.  The man was wearing a black hat and black clothes that looked like an evening gown.  He held a harp in his hand and wore boots on his feet, as if he was going to a party, his steps were elegant and steady.  His soft leather boots stepped on the stone-paved ground, making a 'tap-tat' echoing sound that spread far in the quiet black Finally, he stopped.  Turning around, he looked to his side.  It was a school. In the moonlight, you couldn't see the specific appearance of the school. You could only see the black wall hidden in the dark night.  There was a slight smile on his face: "The haunted school must be this one, right?" Then, with a running start and a jump, he climbed over the three-meter-high wall and arrived at the silent school.  .  In the quiet campus, a breeze blew, seeming to bring the unwilling roar of the undead.  The surrounding trees were making a roaring sound, and some fallen leaves were flying in front of him, which made the bard frown slightly.  After a while he took out his harp and began to play music.  ¡¾Nerga's Praise¡¿: Adds the effect of "Holy Blessing" to the player and everyone around.  If there are undead nearby, it takes 1d6 (1 to 6 points) damage.  "Roar!" A roar came, and in front of the bard's eyes, a weak ghost floated out of the darkness.  Seeing this somewhat embarrassed resentful spirit, the bard suddenly raised his eyebrows strangely.  After a while, he murmured to himself: "Have you already fought with someone? Why do you feel a little weak? But it happened to save me a lot of effort." As he said, the bard took  A musical instrument named 'Bella' was produced. When the resentful spirit rushed towards him, the bard plucked the strings of Bella.  Then, the resentful spirit suddenly screamed, and his whole body began to become a little unreal.  [Bella of Praise]: +3 magic prop. When used, all enemies around will be forced to make a DC judgment of 0. Undead that fail will be deemed to have been cast by a level 10 priest to 'transcend the undead'.  If they are not undead, they will be stunned for 1d4 rounds. Most undead will not be stunned, and their souls have already become cold.  But the scary thing about this tribute to Bella is that if you are not an undead, you will be shocked, and if you are an undead, you will be saved.  So among the +3 magic props, this Bella of Praise is quite powerful.  "That noble lady really left me with a big problem" The bard couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the resentful spirit that was slowly beginning to recover.  The resentful spirit in front of him was not saved, but fled to the back in fear.  This proves that even a level 10 priest is not enough to save this resentful spirit. Its challenge level is probably close to level 10.  The bard began to wonder who had beaten it like this.  "No, maybe it's not that powerful." The bard's brows suddenly frowned. As if he sensed something, he raised his brows slightly and finally stretched out his hand.  A trace of magic shone in his hand, and then his eyes turned azure - the third-ring spell, the pupil of magic.  Unlike the wise mage, the bard relies on the charm attribute to cast spells.  They can even communicate with the magic network by contacting magical elements.  Give him a magic scroll, and he can learn the magic on the scroll himself, but it does not rely on the wizard's knowledgeable talent, but on their extremely keen sense of magic elements.  Most holy bards can only learn 6th level magic, but when they enter the legendary realm, they may be exposed to up to 8th level magic network.  Coupled with their swordsmanship and music, bards can even resist monsters better than a berserker in the later stages, and they can also cast magic, so they are not too invincible.  And Avis also knows the advancement of many bards who are so powerful that they are incredible.  For example, the most representative chanters, their music can even make the gods feel happy, so they are given the same magical powers as priests.  Play a few tunes every night, and you can use up to seven levels of magic the next day, which makes people red-eyed with envy.  They can even rely on the blessing of the gods to summon apostles The bard can see the magic lines surrounding him. These lines converge on the resentful spirit in front of him, constantly replenishing its power.  Its challenge level is far from level 10, but its recovery ability is too strong, so it seems a bit too strong.  Know all thisAfterwards, the bard breathed a sigh of relief.  He began to sing softly, and as these magical melodies came out of his mouth, his power also changed greatly.  Just as the bard's best friend, the girl who had left him long ago, said - there is magic in language.  The tunes sung by the bard triggered the magic tide around him, allowing him to gain the ability to cast spells more easily, and also improved his magic resistance to a certain extent.  ¡¾Chant of Admiration¡¿: The bard¡¯s casting speed is +1, and the magic resistance is increased by 10%.  This bard is different from most of his ordinary peers. His profession is not a simple bard, but a 'Northern Sword Dancer'. Therefore, many of the songs that the bard knows, he is unable to inspire the original  effectiveness.  To achieve maximum effectiveness, he could only arrange music and write lyrics himself, and every time he played a song, he would spend a certain amount of gold coins to buy a new set of clothes.  If he doesn't wear a gorgeous new dress, he will not be able to exert the effect of the song. Perhaps it is like what the most famous Northland sword dancer said - if you don't have the most pious soul to understand the music, how can you do it?  Moved by music?  Therefore, Northland sword dancers generally do not sing war songs easily. The music he played in the hotel yesterday actually did not have any magical effect, it was just a nice song.  After a battle, the resentful spirit finally fell silent. It turned into a ray of light at the last moment, and a weak little woman knelt on the ground, her figure looking a little illusory.  Standing in front of this resentful spirit, the Northland Sword Dancer placed his long sword across the core of the woman's soul and said in a deep voice: "Do you have any last words? Tell me quickly."?¡­ "But this is also true.  That¡¯s not why you use humans for experiments!¡± In this underground space, Ilya¡¯s stern voice made Andolf smile helplessly.  He pointed at a bald beastman at the feet of Elijah and said: "This guy's name is William. He is idle all day long and loves gambling. His mother has already divorced his father and went to another city. And his  My father was also beaten to death by debt collectors. He later started doing some petty thefts, which were not serious crimes at first, but later he colluded with the Church of the Evil God and sent some homeless people to the Church of the Evil God as sacrifices.  He has obtained a lot of money. He is already the deepest chaotic evil. Any paladin who sees him will kill him." Ilya was silent.  "This young man who looks a little thin is also remarkable. For the sake of his family's money, he did not hesitate to cause an accident, killing all his family members, and he received a huge inheritance. Of course, because he was sitting on nothing  , Now he doesn't have much savings Although it seems that he doesn't need it now. " "This" The illusionist named the people lying on the ground one by one, and finally he looked at Ilya who had calmed down a little.  : "I don't think I have done anything to offend my conscience. I just want to throw away my divinity I can't stand this torture anymore." "Your sister is the same as you because of her divinity.  Did you die from sex?" After a while, Ives suddenly said.  "Yes, the resentful spirit you see is my sister. If I need to, I can even erase her directly. ButI have never been able to do it." Andolfo sighed, "Hers  There is divinity in her body, because she and I are twin sisters, but unlike me, she is the product of an incomplete fusion of divinity. She has been affected by divinity since birth, and most of the nutrients in her body are supplied.  Her body became weaker and weaker day by day. In recent months, she was so weak that she could only lie in bed" Andolf sighed and said, "Later, I began to study ways to strip away the divinity.  If we find this way, my sister may still be saved But, I still failed to save her in the end" As he spoke, Andolf shed a few tears.  Ge Tongluo glanced at Avis and shook his head gently.  But Avis didn't seem to see it, and just looked at Andolfo quietly.  His expression began to become a little sulky, and Ge Tongluo, who knew it was not good, sighed, took out his dagger from his arms, and took half a step back without leaving any trace.  At this time, Ives looked at the illusionist quietly and said word by word: "Youwhy are you lying?" "Huh?" Andolf glanced at Ives in surprise.  .  Avis¡¯s footsteps were moving forward, and a golden light began to erupt from his body.  A pair of white wings stretched out from his back.  "Youwhy do you have to lie?"  Ps: Do you know what I hope for most right now?  I hope my computer won¡¯t crash on February 1st because?It takes a day to code.  Finally, please give me a recommendation.
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