Medieval Aurora: The Rise of the Dragon

Chapter 38
An unusual trance.

Obviously, he saw Belin Strager approaching him in the last second, but Lin Qi suddenly lost his senses in the next moment. There was only a light blue lilac flower composed of nine petals. The details, its aroma, its slight vibration, occupy all of Lin Qi's perceptions of sight, hearing, smell and so on.

The feedback brought to Lin Qi by this extreme sense of isolation from the world is both long and short, empty and distant, like being naked in a boundless vacuum, making him unable to act or think.

Lin Qi recognized the meaning of that symbol, and he mobilized all his strength to resist this distortion.

After being lost for an unknown amount of time, Lin Qi finally grabbed the slender object with his right hand.

Using this as a fulcrum, he felt as if he had suddenly opened his eyes from a long slumber, and all his perceptions returned one after another like ripples.

As he woke up, the nine-petaled lilac flower began to burn with flames around it, and slowly withered and shriveled in the flames until it burned out.

A large amount of sensory information accumulated in Lin Qi's nerves in an instant, Lin Qi gritted his teeth and looked to the right——

Not dying with bare hands, a layer of silver-white brilliance burning like a raging flame, is firmly in his hands.

Immediately, Lin Qi discovered a more terrifying phenomenon. After his senses returned one by one, they did not return to the position where they should have taken effect. The extremely weird facts told Lin Qi that he was breathing with his ears, observing his surroundings with his nostrils, and observing his surroundings with his eyes. Smelling the smell, all the senses were distorted, as if the various parts of the body were smashed and thrown into a large vat, boiled and melted, and then randomly re-heaped together.

In addition to the brighter and brighter long sword in his hand, Immortal is constantly transmitting a firm sense of touch to his right arm with his bare hands. This force counteracts the influence of spells on his right hand, which allows Lin Qi to swing his weapon freely.

With a sound of "clang", Lin Qi passed his tongue through his lips, and heard the sound of the long sword blocking the frontal blow.

The sight range of the nostrils is extremely narrow. This distorted experience made Lin Qi miss his normal eyes very much. He tried hard to adapt to the chaos and looked for the enemies in the room.

Looking at people through the nostrils does underestimate people, as Lynch can attest.

He looked at the crushed wheelchair in front of him, and judged the direction of the attack based on the pressure from the long sword.
"Still positive!"

Lin Qi raised his hand subconsciously, but found that the direction of his hand seemed to be completely off the track. The chaotic senses affected the balance and sense of direction of the whole body, and he broke out in a cold sweat. One light.

The spiritual sense crazily gave him an early warning, Lin Qi tilted his head to the limit, pain came from his neck and shoulders, the sharp blade cut through his skin and muscles, but was blocked in front of his shoulder blades.The enemy who thought he had succeeded seemed to be a little surprised by this obstacle, Lin Qi seized the opportunity and instead rushed forward, the tip of the blade rubbed against his back, leaving another wound.

The burning sensation of pain stung his nerves, and he didn't know whether it was cold sweat or fresh blood, Lin Qi felt that his back was soaked in an instant.

"It's--it's--it's--it's a pity--." The clear girl's voice sounded behind him, and she pieced together the sentence word by word, and the voice became more and more changed as the time went on. It was sharp and dry, and the last sound even made a terrifying friction sound comparable to fingernails on glass.

"Her position must be locked!" Although Lin Qi has not caught the figure of the other party so far, the voice behind her has already revealed her identity. The enemy is the heiress of the Stringer family who just sat in the wheelchair. That demure girl, Belin Stringer.

There is no wave of magic wind in the house, so her movement must follow physical restrictions. Long-term struggle experience made Lin Qi quickly realize that the range of purely functional activities of humanoid creatures is limited, even though she may be wearing a human head The skin is different, but the overall structure of the limbs and spine still ensures that the direction of her force can be traced.

So I haven't found any trace of her in my nostrils, which means that she is in my nostrils.

overhead!

Not dying with his bare hands, he slashed obliquely towards the upward position of his forehead like lightning, and at the same time squatted down his body, expanding the attack range of his sword path as much as possible.

Sure enough, when the long sword hit, Lin Qi felt a gentle touch from the edge of the sword, as if cutting something through a silk.

The violent movement tore the wounds on his shoulders and back. As the blood continued to flow down, Lin Qi felt the pain in the blood-soaked position became clearer and clearer. Constantly returning to normal.

He finally noticed this phenomenon, and then Lin Qi realized that his own blood seemed to be able to dispel this strange spell.Judging by his spiritual sense that this would be the turning point of the whole battle, Lin Qi immediately mobilized his psychic energy reserves that he had suppressed for a long time, and decided to seize this once-in-a-lifetime turnaround point, violent lightning spewed out from his body, turning into A devastating torrent rolled and wreaked havoc throughout the room.

Egil's barrier was overwhelmed and dissipated, and Lin Qi heard a scream in front of him amidst the roar.

"Gah!"

Taking advantage of the hard-won respite obtained by the psionic storm, the sharp blade of his bare hands slashed across his forehead, and blood flowed down his eye sockets and bridge of nose.

It's back, it's all back.

Lin Qi felt that he had become a creature whose eyes were eyes and noses were noses again.

The dragon soul in his body kept roaring, and the white dragon sword appeared behind him with a flickering light as the suppression of the spell ended. When it touched the wound of this white light, it seemed to be comforted by some kind of comfort, and the chaos left on it was dispelled. The breath is rapidly healing.

At this moment, a grand transformation happened at the door of the room, and the wind of magic attracted by the change was so restless that it converged into a blue magic vortex, making it impossible for people to get close.

In order to resist the great psionic storm, his opponent Belin Stringer had to reveal his real body.

The light was overflowing, and a larger and purer shape was taking shape. Gradually, at the edge of the vortex, Lin Qi saw the pair of huge wings and the neatly arranged light blue feathers. It's completely covered up.

It was also because of this moment of confrontation that Lin Qi realized what he just hit.

A piece of light blue clothes was lying on the bottom of his feet, slowly transforming into a few scattered pieces of severed tail feathers following the changing shape in front of him.

(End of this chapter)