Chapter 280 Power of Creation

——Curse energy.

The blood of the world, the incomplete power of creation, the limited "power to make one's wishes come true"... the currency for exchanging all things.

It is undoubtedly of great value. But this does not mean that as long as one obtains the spell power, one will immediately become a great sage and obtain the extraordinary power of being omnipotent and reckless.

Just like digging oil, it also requires very complicated technology to turn oil into wealth. If nuclear materials are dug up, it doesn't kill people just by throwing them out.

Even if the spell cellar is built and the spell energy is obtained, of course it does not mean that the spell energy can be used immediately.

——So, how does the Brotherhood of the Far North plan to use the spell energy?

Annan was aware of this problem from the very beginning.

At first, he thought they seemed to be used to create "satiating gold" and mass-produce golden-rank transcendents. Although this plan, full of strange waste of using gold mines for arrows, it still seems to be feasible.

But then Annan realized that "satiating gold" seemed to be just a metaphor.

They didn't really intend to use spell power to create nightmares.

They absolutely don't have the technology to build a sophisticated spell energy dispersing machine—that's something the elves have finally developed after researching in the desert for a long time.

In the cities of the elves, the "street lamps" on the ground that can automatically glow when filled with water are actually "dispersion machines" that highly activate the spell energy through complex technology.

It is a machine that activates the inert mantra to specialize in different directions.

The spell energy used to create consumables, the spell energy used to maintain residents' bodies, the spell energy used to process precision instruments, the spell energy used to create extraordinary equipment, and the spell energy used to create buildings in large quantities.

The "color" of those mantras is actually because of the difference in the direction in which the mantras are specialized, so that they are applied to different machines.

The incomparably brilliant mantra energy civilization created by the elves is not a barbaric thing that just hits a tube of mantra energy and starts to think hard.

Even if the Brotherhood of the Far North successfully built the Vault of Curses.

How do they transform and activate the extracted inert mantra energy?

Now, Earl Yuri's actions... finally explained Annan's doubts.

For a moment, Annan thought of the bottle of [Holy Skeleton Extract (Justice)] he found from the elven ruins.

That is, the elf aunt who used the holy bones to make wine... the "dragon blood medicinal wine" made by Boface's mother.

Annan was surprised at the time.

Why... there are traces of curse energy in the bottle of Dragon's Sleep Potion used to store [Heart of Justice]?

The production of Dragon Rest Potion does not require the participation of spell energy.

And Boface's mother kept the [Heart of Justice] because she might not be recognized by it temporarily, so she sealed it to herself.

It's even more impossible for her to inject spell energy into the Dragon's Sleep Potion—if the properties of the medicine are destroyed, the sealed holy skeleton will escape.

...Now, Annan finally understood.

No, inject the mantra energy into the "Dragon Rest Potion" that stores the holy bones.

——Instead, the holy bone extract was used as a catalyst to activate the inert mantra!

The old man took a deep breath, and his pupils were gradually filled with pale golden particles.

Something appeared in front of him.

——It was an illusion of golden hexagons with a white background, like a honeycomb.

They built the shape of the wall, and then the white background and the golden grid shattered and retreated, revealing an extremely strong high-quality steel wall-there are sharp dark spikes on the city wall, if you charge up, you may be killed. In an instant, he was tied into a hedgehog.

"...a stupid creation."

Sorgen didn't hesitate.

Without saying a word, he silently stretched out his right hand to the old man behind the wall and squeezed it hard!

Without seeing it at all... like a monster, the shadow flower full of sharp fangs suddenly bloomed from under the old man, biting him tightly and fixing him in place.

And after that, spine-like icy spikes suddenly spit out from the middle of the flower, piercing the old man's body like tofu in an instant!

This is the ability of Shadow Hunter's "Shadow Trap" combined with Winter Winger's "Icethorn Lance"-the former can summon his own pre-built shadow monsters from the shadows under the enemy's feet, while the latter can use specific Action, After a short delay, summons a sharp, hard ice spear from the designated location.

For shadow hunters, the shadow trap is just a short-term control skill to attract the attention of the enemy... and the surging ice thorn gun can hardly hit the enemy except in large-scale team battles.

However, if these two skills are used at the same time, it becomes an assassination technique that is almost infallible. Combined with Master Murder's damage bonus to "enemies who cannot see themselves", Earl Yuri will be instantly hit with just the first blow. kill!

Seeing his own thighs, he immediately gave the boss a second, and the players were stunned for a moment.

...but the battle is not over.

"—It doesn't make sense to kill me."

The old man with half of his head crushed could not even open his mouth.

This is what the remaining four people said in unison: "The will of the snake exists in all the circles."

They showed a friendly smile at the same time, and opened the safety valve simultaneously.

Accompanied by the hissing sound like opening a coke can, the activated gaseous mantra was inhaled into the four of them along the ventilator. Drawing on the previous experience, an eggshell with a white background and a golden grid emerged around the four of them, and then it quickly turned transparent, enveloping them in it.

The remaining half of the old man's head was smiling... burning in the golden flames and turning into ashes.

And before he died, he made the second and last creation in his life——

The entire barrier was instantly filled with endless white light.

Light is not created.

Instead, it creates a kind of dust that is ubiquitous and continuously emits light, but does not affect vision.

The whole world turned into pure white.

They seem to be stepping on the gray-black floor of nothingness, and there is an enemy standing at each corner. And the shadows of all of them disappeared.

——Just the counterattack before dying completely blocked the ability of the shadow system.

"...It smells like that."

Si Anke couldn't help but said: "I feel like Tian Nuo is taking a grade test."

"Hush!"

Citalopram signaled him to be quiet.

"Actually, you can say a few more words."

The girl showed a kind smile, and said with a light smile: "The time left for you is running out."

Around the four of them, the traces of the golden net on a white background appeared again—but this time it disappeared in a flash, and many swords emerged from their sides.

"Where did the glittering gold come from..."

The street children were not only stunned.

Every handle is a magic weapon.

Shining brilliantly.

The moment they were created, without any pause, they dragged their tracks and shot towards everyone from all directions!

But before that.

"Blood of the Frostborn—"

Frost-white traces flowed from Annan's scepter, and quickly built its gorgeous hollowed-out frost tower around him, enveloping everyone in it.

Annan held the three-color scepter tightly, and uttered an ancient, never-before-heard eulogy:

"——The Tower of Babel!"

The Tower of Frost emerges from the void.

These sharp and swift magical weapons pierced the wall of the Frost Tower, leaving only a hole less than half a centimeter before being mercilessly shaken away.

"Great!"

Si Anke shouted loudly: "They failed to penetrate our armor!"

But Annan frowned.

Being able to leave traces means that this blow has exceeded the destructive power of the silver rank—the defense power of the Frost Tower is enough to wipe out the attack power of the silver rank to zero. But these thousands of flying blades are constantly thinning the walls of the Frost Tower at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Can you create the power of all things..."

Zhuo Ya's face was ugly.

She was a little nervous.

But Zorgen didn't panic at all.

The ring on his little finger had already been activated - the curse pattern completely covered his entire left arm and most of his face. A black totem like a wolf's pattern was engraved on his body, which even made thick black eyeshadow hang on the corners of his eyes.

"The 'Earls' are very understanding, and are gradually becoming familiar with the power of spell energy.

"But they don't have much combat experience. This is our chance."

Zorgen said succinctly and quickly: "The creation of mantras takes time...the form of expression depends more on imagination and knowledge.

"Can't wait any longer!

"We must gather strength, let them reduce their staff first—"