When the dead body of the sea monster and the sailor were dragged onto the ship, more and more people gathered around the ship. Everyone swarmed over, calling their friends to lift the sailor above their heads and toss him into the sky, using this method to express their excitement.
The sailor couldn't help but look up when he was tossed into the air.
The dream-like "Moon Ship" that he had seen before had already disappeared … Was that real, or was it just a dream?
The sailor didn't think too much about it. He smiled and said, "Who cares! At least I survived! "
His heart was still thumping. The excitement from killing the whale-hunting sea monster had yet to subside. Compared to investigating the illusory matter, he wanted to enjoy this moment more.
He wanted to be surrounded by people!
Sailor's cooperation made everyone even more excited. They suffered a great loss this time, but as men of the sea, they were already prepared to die at the bottom of the sea. Surviving was more important than losing anything.
While one side was getting excited, the captain and the old navigator looked at each other and said, "I thought that everything was over. But I didn't expect it to end like this. It feels so good to survive. "
The old navigator nodded. "He's a hero."
The captain agreed. "Yes, he's a hero! Now, it's time to celebrate. "
With that, the captain threw away his pride and joined the crowd with a big laugh.
The old navigator watched the scene with a smile. Finally, he looked up at the sky. There was nothing there, but he clearly saw a small ship shining with the light of the moon and stars.
It was also a white tentacle that stretched out from the ship, scooping up the fallen scimitar from the sea and returning it to the sailor.
"He's telling the truth." The old navigator sighed.
The old navigator didn't know what was on the ship, but the fact that it carried the light of the moon and stars was enough to prove that it was something special.
As for why they didn't want to show up, the old navigator didn't bother to ask.
After all, they did help Sailor at a critical moment. They shouldn't hate him.
As long as he knew this, it was enough.
…
When the situation on the sea calmed down, Gondola continued its journey toward the Old Earth.
What happened to the cargo ship was nothing more than an insignificant interlude for them.
To his surprise, his plan to help them kill the monster did not come in handy in the end. A brave sailor saved not only himself but also the entire ship on his own.
Although Angor did give some help, the sailor still handled the situation by himself.
"When you're willing to risk everything, the wisdom and strength of an ordinary person can be quite impressive," Bobota praised after witnessing the sailor's heroic performance. If he was still an ordinary person, he might not be able to reach Seaman's level.
"That's why we shouldn't underestimate the potential of humans," said Angor.
Bobota nodded. "It's a pity that you didn't get to experiment with the cantrip."
"Actually, I've already tried it."
Bobota was surprised. "You mean that white tentacle?"
Angor nodded and knocked on the table with his knuckles. Following a crisp noise, two long, white tentacles reached out from his back. They looked somewhat ethereal.
Under Angor's command, the tentacle took out a porcelain tea set with enamel patterns from somewhere and poured out two cups of steaming tea with a flint.
Angor picked up his cup and took a sip. He didn't show it on his face, but in his mind, he clicked his tongue. As I thought, black tea without milk is a heresy.
Bobota followed Angor's action and took a sip. However, he was still staring at the two white tentacles behind Angor's back.
When the sailor lost his scimitar, Angor used these tentacles to reach the sea surface.
When Bobota first saw the white tentacle, he didn't find it strange at all. It looked so ordinary, and the thing it was doing was also very ordinary.
The Hand of Spell could fetch objects out of thin air.
Even long-range control wouldn't be a problem. The Intermediate Magic Hand's range was a hundred meters, and it was precise. He could use the Magic Hand to do minor alchemy experiments. If it was something as simple as picking up a scimitar, the Hand of Spell would be as easy as flipping a hand.
Even without the Hand of Spell, spirit power was enough. That was why Bobota didn't think that the white tentacles were anything special at first.
But since Angor mentioned that he was going to test the white tentacles, Bobota took a closer look.
Bobota's strength had deteriorated so much that he might not even be as strong as Leon. However, he had spent many years in the wizarding world and gained a keen eye for things.
With this observation, he really did see something different.
"It seems to have the property of an illusion. But I didn't see any illusion nodes. But at the same time, it can interfere with the material world. The power of illusion and reality are supposed to go against each other, but they can merge together in harmony. " Bobota paused and frowned. "But why does it feel so familiar? I think I've seen it somewhere before."
Was it a Reality Illusion cantrip? However, Bobota had never seen many illusionary cantrips in his life, so he was not familiar with them at all.
Bobota looked up and saw Angor's half-smiling face.
He was stunned for a moment before a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. "Phantom Limb Soft Worm?!"
Since Angor asked Bobota to take care of the Soft Bugs, Bobota knew how to deal with these deadly insects. Bobota's phantom limbs looked very similar to the white tentacles on Angor's back.
They were both illusory, but they could both interfere with the material world.
Even their shapes were very similar.
"Are those really phantom limbs?" Bobota pointed at the waving tentacles. If one didn't look closely, they would think Angor had two white, fluffy tails.
"That's right." Angor didn't try to hide it. Since Bobota spent a lot of time with Soft Worms, Bobota would notice it sooner or later.
Bobota was a little surprised. He knew all too well about phantom limbs. Even a tiny Soft Worm with a pair of phantom limbs could cause such destruction. How powerful would Angor's phantom limbs be?
"Is … is this the spell you created?" Bobota asked with great difficulty.
Angor didn't answer the question.
Phantom limbs were also a kind of spell creation, but it wasn't "approved" by the world's consciousness. Or rather, it was a reward from the world's consciousness.
Earlier, when Angor sensed the phenomenon of a new spell creation, he was rewarded by the world's consciousness.
The reward gave Angor all kinds of ideas, and he was completely immersed in the sea of knowledge integration. In the end, he even saw the path of truth!
His inspiration helped him gain a comprehensive understanding of his knowledge. He knew that he shouldn't bite off more than he could chew, so he chose a topic that interested him the most and began to study it.
And that topic was Phantom Limbs.
Under the circumstances at that time, all kinds of wonderful ideas were constantly contributing to the research of phantom limbs.
In no time at all, he had completed the basic understanding of phantom limbs. However, he still needed some time before he could use them. Fortunately, Angor was an Illusionist himself, and Phantom Limbs were based on his strong body. This was why he was able to use them in such a short time.
However, although the illusory limbs had appeared, he could only release two illusory limbs because he was not familiar with it yet.
Still, this was good enough. At least he was satisfied.
Besides, compared to the door model, Phantom Limbs brought him more surprises.
Because of the door model, Angor always knew that Phantom Limbs could teleport. However, he didn't know what the "special energy" would do.
Apart from the unknown variables of the model, he was more excited about the phantom limb because he could see the improvement of his strength with his own eyes.
Phantom Limbs might look like "illusions", but they were actually based on his body.
For example, Angor's body was the soil, the illusion energy was the nutrients, and the Phantom Limbs were the flowers blooming on the soil. Without the soil, Phantom Limbs were like rootless duckweeds. Even the illusion energy couldn't make the flowers more beautiful.
More importantly, since Phantom Limbs were based on his body, the stronger his body was, the more powerful the Phantom Limbs would be.
Basically, Phantom Limbs were like exoskeletons for a human body. They could extend the body's strength further, and they could be used in more ways.
For example, if Angor's eyes were the weakness of his body. However, if he had Phantom Limbs as an exoskeleton, he could gather the strongest defense around his eyes. This way, his weakness would become his strength.
This was just a simple way of using Phantom Limbs. Of course, it was more toward physical strength. After all, Phantom Limbs had "Phantom" in their name. They could be used in ways similar to illusions, so they could be more flexible.
Of course, Angor had to find out more about them on his own.
For now, Angor was quite happy. After going through the Abyss World, his body was as strong as a Bloodline Wizard's. Therefore, the increase in his combat power from the phantom limbs was beyond his imagination.
He could even consider Phantom Limbs as a real "spell" instead of a "cantrip" used by apprentices.
Compared to the "door model", which only focused on mobility and strategy, Phantom Limbs could be clearly improved. Besides, Phantom Limbs didn't consume much illusion energy. Instead, Phantom Limbs consumed a lot of his own blood essence. What he didn't lack the most right now was blood essence.
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