Irin had used up all the crystals in the storage space, and the remaining Perfect-grade crystals were all placed in the cellar. To be precise, the cellar was being folded into the shape of a star by the wizard's strange ability of "Space Folding" and was being stepped on.
Everything happened in a flash, and Irin did not want to waste a second. He did not have time to open the teleportation circle and took out the crystals from the cellar to use as the driving energy for the "Freedom Technique".
Fortunately, when Irin activated [Bloodthirsty Disaster], his hand speed was extremely fast. After stacking his Dexterity attribute to the level of breaking the lock, he put all the remaining temporary attribute points into his Spirit attribute.
Although his Spirit attribute did not reach the limit of the second layer of the Spirit Lock, it was almost there.
Five [Fruits of Stars], the Epic Title [Shadow Sorcerer], and the increase in Spirit attribute from the enchanted weapon allowed Irin's maximum Psionic Energy Value to reach an unprecedented 120%!
With almost 4,000 Psionic Energy Value, Irin was able to pour it out like a rapid gunman in less than a minute. It was ridiculous.
Without these increases, Irin might have been facing the predicament of running out of Psionic Energy Value at this moment.
Irin looked up.
As expected.
The subspace created by the Evil Dimension could only "slightly" trap the thousands of pale palms.
In less than a second, their small hands began to wipe out the boundaries of the subspace.
In the black and white world, due to their erosion, holes of different sizes appeared on all sides.
On the other side of the holes was the starry sky of Gugu Town. It was another dimension.
At this moment.
Irin could not confirm whether these terrifying locust-like pale palms had a "will" or not. But because of Irin's tireless obstruction, it finally attracted the attention of one of the palms. The palm was like a small tadpole, swinging its wrist and quickly approaching Irin.
From the approaching pale palm, Irin did not feel any strange energy or surging aura. However, it was precisely this kind of strange existence, the strange "creatures" that swam out of the space crack that the sorcerer violently blasted open, that rendered Irin and the sorcerer helpless. They had almost exhausted all their trump cards, but they still could not do anything to them.
Irin's mind raced. Black blood kept dripping from his eyes. He estimated the speed of his palm and casually crushed a card.
"Obsidian Sword!"
Cut him in half!
F * ck!
His hand was not broken!
The sword broke.
Irin looked at the Obsidian Sword in astonishment. He had only intended to give it a try. The obsidian sword, which was said to be imbued with the Sword Aura of One Slash, was instantly bitten off by that terrifying little hand.
It had become a broken sword that had been cut in half.
After the small hand destroyed the obsidian sword, it reached out to touch him.
Irin did not intend to use his own body to experience the feeling of a trembling hand.
This pale-white palm seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power. It looked weak, but it could wipe out everything it touched. It was very terrifying.
This was no longer something on the level of energy, power, or attributes. If Irin had to find an adjective to describe the feeling that the palm gave him when it bit off the obsidian sword, Irin felt that it was more like a kind of …
A rule.
Similar to the "Nothing Unusual series" items.
A product of rules.
There seemed to be a rule that "once you touch it, you are done for."
It was unreasonable and unstoppable.
"Hiss."
Fortunately, the hand was not interested in Irin. When Irin was fighting a battle of wits and courage with the lone pale palm, the evil space that he released with the help of the [Laughing Mask] was already full of holes. It was like a balloon with countless holes. Irin could no longer continue to use Psionic Value to maintain the evil space and let it dissipate.
After coming out of the evil space, the army of palms that was blocked by Irin for a few seconds was approaching the sorcerer who was concentrating on spinning circles at an extremely fast speed.
The sorcerer was sweating profusely and his expression was very anxious. The teleportation circle in front of him was about the size of a basin. After a while, it seemed like it would be completed and could accommodate one person.
Irin endured the pain in his eyes and his blurry vision again and activated the [Analytical Vision].
The sorcerer's spinning movements and the invasion of the palms slowed down.
Irin stepped into the void and sat cross-legged, deep in thought.
At this moment, Irin's speed of thought and deduction surpassed the level of physics. He was deducing every possible future.
The trajectories of all the palms became thousands of dotted lines in Irin's "field of vision."
At the end of the trajectories of thousands of palms was the sorcerer.
The sorcerer would be drowned by them.
He would be taken away by them.
Each and every future that Irin deduced would only lead to the same ending: the sorcerer, dead.
"I can't save him in the end."
In an instant, a faint sadness welled up in his heart.
The emotion was not strong enough to become the food of the [Laughing Mask].
But in the moment when everything was silent and slowed down, Irin deeply felt this sadness.
Unknowingly, the sorcerer had become similar to Ah Deng. In Irin's path forward, he was both a teacher and a friend.
If the sorcerer really died, Irin would not go crazy with grief, but he would definitely be sad for a while.
Perhaps, on this day next year, Irin would put the sorcerer's favorite food on the sorcerer's grave, carve an exquisite fruit basket, and show off his exquisite cutting skills.
Irin's thoughts were racing.
He was thinking, deducing, pondering, and making a final effort.
At the very end, what could he do to try to let the sorcerer Supreme live?
He only needed … a few seconds!
The sorcerer was almost done!
The items in the storage space flashed through Irin's mind.
All the skills, abilities, and methods that he had became a key element in the deduction.
Irin was looking for a short-term future that could let the sorcerer Supreme live.
"Hmm? I haven't tried this before. "
Irin suddenly remembered something.
This place seemed to be Grimm's territory.
That's right!
Here,
This was Grimm's territory!
That Grimm, how could he tolerate these locusts, and run wild in his territory?
The slowly passing time began to flow again.
Irin could barely see anything in front of his eyes. Everything was left with a hazy shadow.
It was like a person with high myopia, who did not wear glasses no matter what, could see everything.
With extreme speed, he took out an item from the corner of his empty storage space. He didn't know where it was used.
— — [Nightmare Music Score, Chapter 6].
He crushed the card.
Specks of light gathered in Irin's hand and formed an ancient sheepskin scroll.
On the sheepskin scroll, someone used mottled ink to compose a stave with moldy handwriting.
It was a song.
It was a strange melody that every time Yi Lin opened the [Nightmare Music Score, Chapter 6], just like its name, it would linger in his mind like a nightmare.
"If you die in the end, I will burn incense for you in the future."
Before Irin sang, he silently said this sentence to the completely unaware sorcerer in his mind.
He did not say it out loud.
The sorcerer would be angry.
Listen to the song,
Calm down,
Even if the song was not good,
It was also a farewell.
If the farewell turned into a farewell, the sorcerer would not lose out. At least he earned an extra farewell song.
Yi Lin began to sing loudly with this idea of smashing a jar that had already been broken.
The strange melody mixed with a bit of sadness appeared in Irin's mind when Irin opened the sheepskin scroll. It could not be dismissed, and could not be forgotten.
That song seemed to be imprinted in the depths of his soul.
"There was a girl born in the royal family,"
"Just like the old ballad," he said.
"She was the most beautiful girl in the royal family,"
"Every night she was in a castle made of stones,"
"Sleeping alone,"
"Any sound that could wake the dead,"
"Could not wake her up …"
Irin's voice was not loud, but it was very powerful.
The sorcerer did not expect that the farmer would choose to sing at this time.
'Are you serious?'
So passionate?
So unrestrained?
What he did not expect was that the palms that were rushing towards him, the tens of thousands of palms that were ready to attack the sorcerer, surrounded the sorcerer with all kinds of gestures and froze him in space the moment Irin's song sounded.
The palms, stopped!
Irin continued to sing.
It was really just a simple song.
The palms that stopped, started to move again.
But they no longer rushed towards the sorcerer. Instead, they retreated in unison like the tide.
They retreated!
They actually retreated!
So, singing Grimm's song was really effective!
As Irin sang, he was also a bit surprised.
When he got this music, he also pondered for a while, but did not find any use.
After a while, Irin vaguely understood the reason.
It seemed that singing Grimm's song in Grimm's territory was like using someone else's power to intimidate others!
The Pale Palm Army came quickly and left quickly.
In less than ten seconds, they all entered the crack at the end of the sky. The crack was still there, but it was as if they had never been there.
Sorcerer Supreme saw this scene, although he did not know what kind of "magic" Irin was doing, but it was effective. He continued to maintain the motion of drawing a circle. After Irin used the "Nightmare Music Score" to force the palms back, the teleportation circle that Sorcerer Supreme drew for a long time finally expanded to a size big enough for one person to pass through.
"Phew —"
Irin let out a long sigh of relief.
He stopped singing.
The song stopped, and the terrifying Pale Palm Army did not make a comeback.
It was as if they were really scared.
"Finally, it's over."
Irin's heart was tired.
Also, he felt a little ashamed to sing in front of the sorcerer.
The sorcerer wiped the sweat on his head and floated up. At this time, he knew how to maintain his cool. He smiled and invited Irin, "Do you want to travel to my world?"
"My world,"
"There are countless planets,"
"There are parallel dimensions,"
"There are novel and interesting technologies,"
"There are all kinds of humans,"
"There are demigods who know how to dance awkwardly,"
"Oh right, that Walter I was talking about, before I left, she went from being married to being widowed."
"Believe me, she's really great."
"Even if you don't like Walter, maybe you can find a beautiful wife or lover in my world and end your single life. Believe me, being single is not good for your health, really not good. "
The sorcerer used a joking tone to invite Irin.
But Irin could see that the sorcerer was serious.
His eyes were filled with anticipation.
Whether it was to continue the academic exchange, or whether the two of them had formed a true friendship during this period of time.
In short, the sorcerer seemed to really hope that Irin could go to his world and continue to discuss the possibility of combining magic and crystal pattern.
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