Chapter 214 The Mezzanine (II)
Saul didn't dare move, but he didn't take his eyes off the long, thin, soft, spaghetti-like arms across from him for an instant.
The fingers of the arms twisted gently, as if excited and twitching.
Gradually, they touched Saul.
Sol tensed.
For these arms literally touched his spiritual body, rubbing along his feet, his hands, his face, over and over again.
Saul wasn't surprised that these white arms were able to touch him; with the pattern of appearance, they weren't just ordinary monsters, but more like spiteful spirits made up of spirit bodies.
These arms had once reeled in Ferguson, a third level wizard apprentice, and were terrifyingly strong enough to rival a full wizard.
Saul is now in the state of soul, no magic, witchcraft can rely on, just tearing the crying face of the spiritual power may not be able to cut these "noodles" in front of them.
He intends to wait for these arms to retreat, and then look for a way to enter the warehouse.
However, these grotesque arms are getting more and more energized, and even wrapped around his body and refused to leave, even the fingers of those arms that touched in the wrong direction are also looking for one by one, wrapped around Saul, and almost wrapped him into a mummy.
Moreover, with the passage of time, the cold and fine numbness began to spread down his skin, a little bit of penetration of bones and internal organs.
Saul only had to be thankful that he was currently in a soul state, there was no such thing as skin and bones, or else his body would definitely be hit hard and he would not be able to maintain a stationary state.
Saul forced himself to endure the discomfort, waiting for the arm to recede, waiting for the door to close when he first waited for the diary that flew in front of him.
The hardback book unfolded and the white pages clattered and flipped to reveal a new page.
[316 years of the Solstice Calendar, June 12th.
You who don't sleep well.
Meet them who are equally restless.
At first it was a cautious test.
But greed gradually overcomes reason.
Maybe there is no reason.
They take you by the hand.
And they invite you to join them in a midnight romp.
After tonight.
I hope that your body left in this world.
Before you rot, you'll be found!
Saul's eyes widened violently.
After the diary's reminder, he realized that these arms that were groping around his body began to pull him towards the inner gate in small, tentative motions.
"Greed has overcome reason! They're going to defy the rules and pull me inside the gate?"
Long accustomed to the way the diary spoke, Saul instantly worked out the really useful information from it.
He could no longer care less about the rules his mentor had told him, and immediately struggled.
He kept tearing at the arms and fingers wrapped around his body.
Those that were entangled were ripped off hard!
As expected, these arms were not currently determined to have to pull Saul inside the door. As soon as Saul struggled strongly, he immediately broke free from most of the arms around his body.
He turned around to escape while breaking free.
But his act of escaping instantly stimulated those arms that were still hesitating.
Greed overpowered fear in an instant!
One arm gradually swelled and thickened, and its five fingers became strong and powerful.
The corridor was instantly filled to the brim with countless white arms, and skin and skin made a sticky, coarse friction sound as they squeezed.
An arm that was still resting on Saul's face also instantly swelled, its fingers twisted and clasped Saul's face, blocking his line of sight, toward wanting to leave him behind.
And while Saul floated, he went to tear the fingers from his face with all his might.
But the other party's strength was so great that although he couldn't stop Saul's escape, he was firmly picking at him and refusing to go down.
Saul's escape was forced to slow down because of this arm, and he no longer cared to act cautiously, and tore at the other's fingers with both hands, and even used his teeth, biting on them fiercely.
Vaguely he thought he heard a shriek. The fingers in his face instantly retreated, popping back with a sudden jerk like a broken leather strap, disappearing into the gaps of the other massive arms.
Only then could Saul continue to accelerate.
But the sound of friction behind him was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but turn around, so he saw that several fingers were already about to latch onto his back.
The diary was still spread out in front of his chest, meaning that he hadn't escaped the life and death crisis yet.
Saul clenched his teeth and tried to continue accelerating, when he suddenly heard a crunching sound in his mouth, and realized that he had just bitten off a piece of flesh from the arm covering his face.
"Yuck!" He casually spat out the piece of meat of unknown composition, and while running, he yelled at the arm that was gradually approaching, "If you follow me again, I'll bite you all to death!"
Who knew that this casual threat had actually worked a bit.
One of the arms closest to him subconsciously stopped.
But that was all it did, as the other arms continued to surge and stretch frantically, trying to pull Saul back into the deep darkness.
Saul stumbled and nearly fell to the ground as a finger hooked around his ankle once more.
"This can't go on!" He hastily adjusted his center of gravity, "I don't have the magic to cast spells right now, and really if I stop to tear my hands and teeth, I'm sure I'll end up being entangled and brought back as well."
Sorcerer apprentice spirit power was weak, there was no means of attack, the only time Saul utilized his spirit body to fight was still with the help of the platform of consciousness that Byron had built for him.
Then with his bare hands plus carrying bricks
"We can't stop, if we stop, we'll definitely be caught back. I remember that spirit bodies also have ways of attacking, except that sorcerer apprentices basically can't touch them ..."
The scene where Viktor used the harp to control a person's mind came to Sol's mind.
"Victor doesn't have a bit of magic fluctuation on his body, so he doesn't raise the alarm of others when he plays the harp. It also became a prerequisite for him to be able to control covertly control other people."
After all, a mental body with a sense of defense and a relaxed mental body were two completely different forms.
Even if Victor was a second-order sorcerer, it would be difficult to control the minds of so many people at the same time.
That would go against the basics that Saul had once learned in the Sorcerer's Tower.
The fingers behind him had gotten closer, and more than once Saul had felt something try to touch his back.
"Gamble!"
With no new hints in his diary, Saul made up his mind and immediately began to utilize his mental powers.
But this time, he didn't have magic power for the sorcery to run, but Saul still didn't stop, he mobilized – spiritual power!
As his spiritual power moved like magic, he felt as if he had turned into a twisted vortex, constantly changing shape as his spiritual power moved.
It always made his consciousness blurry and difficult to maintain. But whenever he was about to forget what he was doing, he glanced down at his diary.
Instantly his brain regained its clarity!
Finally, a simple model of sorcery was built and flowing with mental power within the spirit.
It was now!
Saul's head instantly turned back 180 degrees, and like a true evil spirit, he glared fiercely at the arms that were close by!
0th rank sorcery, Mourning Gaze!
Swish!
As if someone had pressed the pause button, all the twisted arms instantly stopped moving and stayed rigidly in place.
Saul didn't continue to appreciate the shocking effect he had risked his life to cause, they both busied themselves with setting their heads straight and continued to run wildly.
His choice was correct, because after three seconds, those arms that had been frozen in place, once again grew wildly in a rage!
Saul felt that much of his mental energy had been consumed, and wondered if he had any left for the next attack
In the next second, he suddenly entered a bright area.
The miserable white arms that immediately followed him into the light instantly began to smoke, and one by one, they shrank back as if they had touched a branding iron.
At the same time, the diary finally closed up and drifted back to Saul's left shoulder.
"Ah ..." Saul's entire spiritual body was nearly deflated as he slowly fell back to the ground, muttering to himself, "... survived. "
Thanks to Big Brother (Little Cute) for the reward~(≧▽≦)/~
(End of chapter)