"Tsk, is it the ability of the 'Magician' sequence..."

Wang Changle looked at the two newly acquired temporary skills and murmured

After he moved his body a little, he was completely adapted to the newly generated energy circuit in his body.

The ability of [Damage Transfer] is difficult to use with Wang Changle's current defense. However, the ability of [Create Illusion] is very consistent with his ability.

"Buzz"

With a slight movement of his thoughts, Wang Changle's mental power spread out like mist, quickly gathering and shaping in the air, rendering the illusion.

In just a moment, strange flowers grew spontaneously, and the dim room was instantly covered with lush vegetation.

Gazing at the detailed rhizome lines on the leaves and feeling the earthy fragrance swayed by the breeze, Wang Changle felt as if he was in an environment in the courtyard of a mountain god.

It wasn't until the moist dewdrops dripped down the wind and splashed on his palms, but there was no feeling of coolness but no moistening, that Wang Changle came back to his senses.

The next moment, Wang Changle, who calmed down, quickly made the vegetation in the room become real and agile with his powerful spiritual attributes, and the temperature in the room became more and more subtle.

When he opened his eyes again, he had advanced from basic adaptation to perfect control, and even used this to analyze the principle of the ability.

This ability is similar to mental invasion, in that it uses mental power to interfere with the biological senses to achieve the effect.

The difference is that spiritual intrusion tends to be 'forcing', acting directly on the spiritual body of living things, while creating illusions tends to 'render', reshaping the environment through mental power to form 'deception' on the material level.

The use of the two is one of the branches of spiritual power development, and it is also the core ability of the 'illusionist' in the paradise spiritual school.

Whether it is used to create large-scale illusions or use illusions as a medium for ultra-long-distance control, it is extremely easy to use. It is indeed not top-notch in terms of lethality, but its power is extremely difficult to deal with.

As long as the user's mental strength is high enough and the mental body is attached as an auxiliary carrier, he can still fight even if he encounters a sword master.

After all, the 'Mind Blade' owned by the master of swordsmanship is only immune to mind and mental control effects, but does not ignore illusions and mental bodies.

Using the combination of virtual and real tactics of the human sea, using illusions to lure the enemy into creating traps, and using the spiritual body to surround and attack to form an encirclement, it can be said that among the spiritual schools in Samsara Paradise, he is the only existence that can fight with the master of swordsmanship head-on.

A long time ago, Wang Changle even saw a post on the contract camp APP that a contractor used to analyze the 'Night of Beheading'.

It was just that after that, a long time passed, and he never saw the post posted by that guy again.

"Ah~"

Just as Wang Changle was thinking about it, as the spiritual blessing effect given by the [Black Lotus Dream Potion] disappeared, a wave of sleepiness suddenly hit his heart.

He raised his head and looked out the window at the increasingly gloomy sky. He yawned and looked a little tired indeed. But Wang Changle also knew very well how important time was to him.

He had to take advantage of the fact that Beirut's death was known to the higher-ups of the church and confirm the 'fact' that Nite and Nano were colluding in the Spiritual Cult.

To do this, he must make perfect use of the time difference between the transmission of Vion's reports and let Nite be exposed first.

The best way Wang Changle could think of was to re-enact the "Terra Murder Case" made famous by Nit and preach the doctrine of resurrecting the God of Death.

Of course, this area cannot be Backlund or Tingen City, but it must be taken seriously by the Church of the Night, so much so that it has to deal with it immediately, so as to contain Archbishop Anthony as much as possible.

"Shua"

Wang Changle spread out the map and sorted through the information obtained from Wood in his mind. Finally, he set his sights on the location of Pulitzer Harbor.

Pulitzer Port is located to the east of Backlund. The distance between the two places is only a few dozen kilometers, which can be said to be very close. Most of the goods from Backlund's east factory are shipped from here.

The most important thing is that this is a dual-use military and civilian port, and Oak Island near Pulitzer Harbor is the Royal Navy base of the Kingdom of Loen.

In the context of this great maritime colonial era, the strength of a country's navy determines the amount of resources it can obtain from the primitive southern continent, and also determines the country's future development.

Pulitzer Harbor is an extremely important area for the current Loen Kingdom in terms of both economic and strategic value.

It is conceivable that as long as there is a large-scale murder here, it will definitely attract great attention from all the churches in Backlund, and the Church of the Goddess of Night is no exception.

Wang Changle, who thought about this clearly, looked at the Tusok River on the map that connected Tingen, Backlund and Pulitzer Harbor, and a malicious smile instantly appeared on his lips.

After leaving a 'dimensional mark' on the beam, Wang Changle's body quickly disappeared into the shadows in the room.

....

Xingxing Plateau, central part.

Since this area was baptized by endless thunder two days ago, the area within a hundred miles has become a dead zone.

Even if the midday sun penetrates the clouds and falls on the scorched earth, it can't make people feel the slightest warmth, and there is only deathly silence.

However, the deep pit thousands of meters below the cliff is a different scene. The unique ecological environment gives this place a different kind of vitality.

At the bottom of the pit is a deep valley, a group of jagged and strange rocks, mixed with bottomless tunnels and caves, and winding rivers, forming a unique landform.

The vegetation here is not rich, but there are gurgling underground rivers deep in many caves, and the fish resources are extremely abundant.

At certain times of the year, you can even reach the ancient forest riverbank area through underground rivers.

Such a hidden area naturally allows the Gallic clans living here to be self-sufficient without being connected to the outside world.

Of course, the owner here has already become Opal, who is walking out of the cave of the Gaul clan chief.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, the little guy sitting on the edge of the strange rock, swinging his arms and legs, looked at the trophies that his clones collected from various caves today.

', mostly just bacon and salt.

The amber mask had long lost any trace of the joy of occupying the clan.

This valley, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, as well as the stable and peaceful life, is indeed a paradise-like existence for the primitive indigenous people.

But in the eyes of Opal, who is curious by nature and a money-lover, this is just a worthless wasteland, no different from a prison.

Thinking back to the adventurous times with Black Hoof, the dangerous and exciting days, my body couldn't help but feel excited.

Moving on, Panda Gungun and Yingyingguai shared their experience in creating wealth during the last gathering among friends at the Paradise Commercial Street.

Opal smacked her lips and felt that her two days of fishing time were really wasted.

The next moment, Opal stood up with a "歘" sound, murmuring to him, and as soon as his hands appeared as palm-sized mirrors, his body tremblingly got in and disappeared from the place.

"Well...Fortunately, I left a mirror on the Rose before. Although the distance is a bit far, I should be able to catch up..."

....

Backlund, Queens.

A large number of British carriages were parked in front of a very Georgian-style British manor located near Green Park.

The afternoon sun was bright but hot, and nearly a hundred ladies dressed up for travel were gathering in the waiting area outside the manor.

Even though the dense sweat couldn't stop flowing down my cheeks, and my makeup was all smudged, I didn't complain, and no one left.

On the contrary, when a man who looked like a butler walked from the villa deep in the manor to the door, these people who claimed to be top wealthy businessmen and wealthy nobles in the outside world quickly approached with flattering smiles on their faces.

"Good afternoon, distinguished ladies. Miss Karens is not feeling well today, and the 'Green Tea Party' has been canceled temporarily."

"That's it, that's such a pity..."

"Oh, Goddess, I wish Mrs. Karens a speedy recovery."

"Thank you for your concern, beautiful Mrs. Undine, and may the crimson moon bless you!"

"Mr. Post, can I take the liberty of asking when the tea party will resume?"

"Our business has a good relationship with Father Nitan of the Earth Church. If necessary..."

"Thank you for your concern. Miss Karens needs to rest now. Please go back first."

Listening to the words of the people outside the door, Post put his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, but his voice did not rise.

But the calm words overwhelmed the noisy words, and the cold and tough attitude made everyone fall silent instantly.

The silent crowd, after seeing Post turning away and walking away, quickly disappeared in front of the manor with the carriage that had been parked for a long time.

Originally, they did not come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the lake in Green Park, nor did they really come here to participate in the so-called 'tea party'.

Just because this is the residence of the Marquis of Bourne, and all the decrees on maritime transportation in the Kingdom of Loen come from the Marquis of Bourne. It is the era of great colonialism, and no one wants to get a share of the pie.

The Marquis of Bourne naturally understood this, but maritime colonization would inevitably lead to a war with the Southern Continent. War required money and resources, including the support of chambers of commerce and nobles.

However, due to various reasons, it was not convenient for the Marquis of Bourne to come forward, so there was a "Green Tea Party" on the surface.

At the same time, Post walked to the door of the villa and subconsciously glanced at the curtained room on the second floor. Suddenly, through the gaps in the curtains, he caught several pairs of eyes full of cold light.

When he thought of the situation in the room, his indifferent and calm face could not help but tremble slightly, but he immediately opened the door and entered.

"Da da da~"

As soon as Post raised his eyes, he saw black warts like insect eggs on the ceiling of the dim hall, densely packed on the corpse covered in brown mucus, squirming gently.

However, he had already prepared himself mentally, and quickly calmed down, following the rich and rotten smell, he quickly climbed up the stairs.

It wasn't until Post was on the second floor, in a bedroom full of English pastoral style, that he saw the figure lying on the princess's bed, and subconsciously closed the gap in the curtains, and his mood finally calmed down.

A few seconds later, Post walked to the bed and sat down. He looked at the figure with his back to him affectionately and called softly in a loving voice.

"Dear Karens, don't be afraid, it's me. I have driven them all away. Well, we are the only two left in this manor."

"Puster, have you seen my children? I dreamed that I gave birth to many, many children."

As soon as Karens' hoarse voice sounded in the room, several arms covered with black warts slipped out from under the quilt, bringing out strands of brown mucus in the air.

"Karens, I know you still hold a grudge against me...but I'm doing this for your own good. You know, those are not your children at all."

Pust's pupils shrank suddenly. As he spoke, he swung his long sleeves and used his coat to forcibly tie the weird arms that came out together.
To be continued...