As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 291 The Fantasy of Killing (2)

The chains blessed by destiny are the shackles that entangle every living being in the Twilight Continent. They are definitely not something that can be broken away easily.

It can even be said that Christian has not been able to cause any threat or damage to those shackles from beginning to end. Just trying to find these shackles has already incurred the punishment of destiny, and endless illusions have entangled Christian.

Countless palms and tentacles have entangled Christian's body tightly. They are wrapped around the neck, thighs, waist, and arms of the great saint, like poisonous snakes, twisting their bodies wantonly.

There are also countless grotesque, weird and twisted ghosts entangled in Christian's body. They open their mouths desperately and emit sharp wails next to Christian's ears, as if they are accusing Christian of the wanton slaughter before.

The sea of ​​​​blood near the corpse mountain set off huge waves. In the depths of the sea of ​​​​blood, there seemed to be some mysterious and strange power surging. A terrifying tornado actually sprang up on the surface of the sea of ​​​​blood. It seemed that the roar of the blue dragon could be heard looming. , the next moment, the bloody tornado that rushed into the sky seemed to turn into a giant python that swallowed the sky and the earth. With a heart-shaking roar, it suddenly changed direction in mid-air and charged in the direction of Christian.

Shock!

Shock!

Wherever it goes, space is distorted.

Christian's spiritual space was almost unable to withstand this power and was almost on the verge of collapse.

In this instant, the Bone Giant, the Sea of ​​Blood Python, and the Vortex of Resentful Souls descended almost at the same time, and Christian's situation instantly became extremely dangerous.

The danger of this illusion is terrifying.

In an instant, it was a piece of white snow that could not be seen to the edge.

Once there is blood, once there is death, erosion begins.

And this kind of erosion can completely uncover and completely release the evil in the deepest consciousness of the target who has entered the illusion. Even a scholar who usually dare not kill a chicken will change under the constant erosion. He is ferocious and cruel, and will wave the rusty and bloody butcher knife in his hand without mercy.

Killing fantasy.

The enemies that are constantly being wiped out, the bloody and broken limbs, the blood mist floating in the air, and the wailing echoing in the ears will quietly erode the target's will.

At the beginning, it can barely be considered normal. After the spiritual consciousness enters the illusion, some enemies may appear to attack the target who enters the illusion.

On the other side, the piles of corpses on the ground seemed to have come to life again at this time. Their bodies were squirming, and their flesh and blood fell from their bodies, leaving only the white bones.

For a month and a half, the great saint had been immersed in the illusion of killing and never broke free.

With an angry roar, the white-bone giant raised a huge arm, its pale and huge bone claws, and grabbed at Christian's slender body.

No matter who it is, the first time they are attacked, they will instinctively fight back and kill the opponent. This is a normal situation.

The simplest manifestation of the evil side is killing.

The terrifying thing about the killing illusion is that more and more enemies will appear in this illusion, and the targets who enter the illusion have almost endless magic power and physical strength that can never be used up.

Once you counterattack, unless you kill the opponent, it will never end. As the number of enemies increases, either you will kill the opponent, or the opponent will kill you.

Everyone has two sides, good and evil.

No matter how great, no matter how kind, no matter how kind the saint is, he is no exception.

The scariest thing about the Killing Fantasy is that once you enter the Killing Fantasy and face the attack of those people with twisted limbs created by the illusion, if you don't fight back, you will be killed.

Countless white bones were spliced ​​together, turning into a giant standing with its head above the sky. Only the eye sockets above the huge head were shining with a strange scarlet light.

Ever since Christian began to retreat and began to search for the existence entangled in him, the killing fantasy had been activated.

However, this is still not the most terrifying part of the killing fantasy.

Once the erosion begins and the evil thoughts in the trialist's subconscious are aroused, the murderous intention will become more and more intense, and more killings will be caused. More killings will cause more exaggerated erosion.

It can be said unceremoniously that once you step into this illusion, it is like entering reincarnation in the abyss of hell. It is an endless cycle with no solution at all and no hope at all.

Even a being of Christian's level would have difficulty breaking free from it.

And when the killing reaches a certain level, when the sea of ​​blood has gathered, when the mountains of corpses have piled up, when the resentful souls have become like endless purgatory, when the killing illusion determines that the tester has been completely immersed in killing and cannot turn back, then the final resort is will gradually emerge.

The sea of ​​blood, the mountain of corpses, and the whirlpool of wronged souls will all act together to completely annihilate the trialists.

Just like the scene Christian is currently facing, if he cannot withstand this wave, the spiritual space of the trialer will be completely destroyed, and his consciousness and soul will be completely crushed.

Even if the physical body is intact, it will become a unconscious vegetative state. And a trialist who is immersed in killing and unable to extricate himself has no way to resist such an attack.

This is the punishment of destiny.

All beings who try to defy destiny will die.

However, although this illusion seems to have a certain degree of intelligence, the level of intelligence is obviously not particularly high.

Although on the surface it seemed that Christian had been completely immersed in killing, and had even turned into a madman who only knew killing, but deep in Christian's eyes, he maintained a slight clarity from beginning to end.

At the moment when the whirlpool of the sea of ​​blood and the mountain of corpses was stirring simultaneously, the trace of clarity in the depths of the pupils also expanded at this moment, and in an instant, the scarlet in the pupils was dissipated.

The staff in his hand was raised high.

Shine!

Although it is only a low-level forbidden spell, such a casual method is still shocking.

In an instant, a bright and dazzling white light suddenly appeared around Christian's body. The light was even hotter than the scorching sun.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

The tentacles and palms that were originally tightly wrapped around Christian's body seemed to have been poured with a pot of sulfuric acid, instantly creating layers of thick white mist.

In the smoke, you can even hear bursts of screams.

It was like meeting a nemesis. With one move, the originally dense tentacles disappeared completely. Under Christian's control, a large amount of light changed direction and blasted directly into the vortex behind.

Rumble…

There was another sound like the earth was shaking. The vortex was unable to withstand Christian's terrifyingly powerful magic power and shattered.

After destroying the vortex behind him, Christian moved without any hesitation. His two lips moved quickly, and his voice was connected in a straight line. The originally pleasant voice even became sharp and hoarse at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, a four-winged angel appeared in front of Christian with dancing snow-white wings, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

With a bang, the shiny shield in his hand blocked the oncoming blood python. Although the impact of this blood python was exaggerated, it was still not enough in front of the four-winged angel.

As the sword in the other hand danced, streaks of bright sword light fell from the air like frost shadows. The poor blood python was cut into several pieces almost instantly.

The moment he summoned the four-winged angel, Christian's lips began to move quickly, with the same sharp and hoarse singing voice. The speed of chanting the spell was unimaginable, and it was even said that he could not hear the words at all. What kind of spell is it? Even one syllable cannot be heard clearly.

However, in less than half a second, a huge lightsaber suddenly appeared above the giant in front.

The forty-meter sword seemed extremely small in front of this super giant lightsaber.

Like the Sword of Damocles, it was suspended above the head of the Bone Giant. As the staff in Christian's hand fell, the giant sword also crashed from mid-air, directly piercing the Bone Giant from above his head.

The extended white bone claws suddenly collapsed just when they were about to touch the tip of Christian's nose.

huh... huh... huh...

Christian was breathing heavily. Although in this illusion, there was no need to worry about the magic power being exhausted, but after releasing three forbidden spells in a row, Christian felt a little tired, and even felt emptiness in his body for a short time. .

The next moment, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood that had been surrounding Christian's body disappeared in an instant.

Christian's eyes flashed slightly, and he quickly straightened his body. Although he was still a little tired, he was ready to fight in the shortest possible time. He looked around with a pair of eyes vigilantly.

Soon, Christian's expression turned strange.

It is no longer the completely unfamiliar scene in the killing fantasy. At this moment, the picture that appears in front of you is even somewhat familiar.

It was a cabin.

Although it is a wooden house, after careful decoration, it looks quite good and cheerful.

Isn't that the place where you usually live?

Could it be said that she has completely broken away from the illusion?

(End of this chapter)