Quantum Godhead

() Hearing this sound, Heras immediately sat up, put his hands on his knees and stared straight ahead, the corners of his mouth were split open to let the saliva flow down.Anyone who believes he is an idiot is a real idiot if he sees himself snuggled up on a stack of pillows.

"Fortunately, with a quantum brain, I can perfectly control my facial muscles. I'm not a professional actor." Heras thought happily.

With a bang, the door was kicked open. A short, flaxen haired, clumsy little boy with freckles and flaxen hair broke in. Because he kicked too high, he stepped on himself when he fell. The robe almost tripped his chubby body.

"Get out of the way, Peter!" cried the shrill voice.

Little Peter jumped away like a fat mouse, revealing the figures behind him.

The owner of that sharp voice is actually a beautiful girl, wearing a blue and white lace mage robe, the unique style set off the whole person like snowflakes floating in the clear lake, and there are some sparse freckles on the oval-shaped face , quite conspicuous on fair skin, but it doesn't make people feel ugly, on the contrary, there is a kind of playful cuteness.But at this moment, she was staring at Heras with hatred, destroying this beautiful and elegant image.

Tahira Riolan, his cousin, the eldest daughter raised by another younger brother of the Marquis, also has extraordinary talents in magic, but Heras, who was the first of his generation to be promoted to a full-fledged mage, never let her go. In his eyes, Tahira was still a high-level magic apprentice when Heras advanced, but he didn't congratulate him!Annoyed, Heras took off her underwear on graduation day and hung her at the gate of the magic school.And from time to time, some disgusting creatures were cast in her bathtub after casting primary invisibility, secondary anti-magic detection, low-level expansion, and curse of festering blood.It made her a little nervous during that time.

"If my memory is correct, she is now a level 2 mage, and she is about to be promoted to level 3..." Heras lamented as he thought, and immediately felt deep resentment towards the original owner of his body.

And standing side by side with Tahira was a young boy with a tall and thin body, narrow eyes and thin lips, and a pair of silver chain monocles, giving off a sinister look.

Sarod Riolan, the second son of the Marquis, and Heras' cousin, is equally pretentious and arrogant, but not as exaggerated as Heras, and has no outrageous behavior except indifference.He graduated right after Heras, but he has been firmly suppressed by Heras on the road to promotion, and he has not been left behind. For a narrow-minded person who thinks highly of himself, it is no less than burning fire , especially under the premise of being repeatedly ridiculed by Heras, the anger in his heart lingered like a curse.He had to dodge when Heras was about to advance to the fourth level, lest he lose control of his emotions and be taught a lesson by that arrogant genius.

"Sarod has just advanced to a third-level necromancer..." Heras had no strength to lament.His eyes may perfectly show a dull state without any disguise, and now he really feels the threat to his life. Sarod has a cold personality, he must take revenge, and he is also the son of the Marquis!

There are several relatives behind the two of them, all of them are either gloating or looking at him with disgust. Heras just thinks that he is like a poor man who pretended to be dead in front of a group of black bears. It is terrible to have no power in this world!

Tahira walked up to Heras, and slapped him several times loudly, but Heras' eyes were still dull, but the saliva splashed on her slender fingers.

"I'm trying to see if I can wake up my dear cousin," Tahira said in a high-pitched voice to her siblings as she wiped her hands on the sheet in disgust.Immediately, her eyes shimmered with blue light, and several streams of chilly water poured down from the top of Heras.

The water flow with ice shards obviously crossed the zero limit, and the shattered ice attached by the magic power quickly frostbited Heras's face, and his face showed streaked bruises along the path of the ice water.The saliva was also frozen at the corners of the mouth.Seeing this scene, several relatives couldn't help but chuckle......

In this situation, Heras still had his eyes blank. Everyone was sure that he had really become an idiot. With Heras's arrogant character, even if he lost his strength, he would not know how to endure this situation. It just gave them a chance to "manslaughter" him.

"It's a pity that the Riolan family has lost a genius." Sarod said calmly, "But I remember that Cousin Heras likes to play a game the most. Are there any apples here?"

"I'll get it!" Peter said excitedly.He finally changed from a victim to a participant in the game, and a rosy glow appeared on his chubby face.

After a while, Peter came over with a basket of apples. Several brothers stepped forward and grabbed Heras, stripped him down to his underwear and tied him to the high-back chair.Heras roughly guessed what they wanted to do, so he could only curse silently in his heart.The one with the most curses is the original "Master Hellas" whose soul wanders to nowhere!

Peter put an apple on the top of Heras's head and said: "We used our own magic to peel that apple into several petals. As a celebration firework for my cousin waking up, I will come first!" Peter is 16 years old and still a beginner Magic apprentices and formal mages are out of reach for him. Naturally, he doesn't have any powerful attack magic, and Heras is a little relieved.

The spiritual power of magic apprentices is not enough to engrave any spells in the soul. They must rely on spells and gestures to assist modeling when they release apprentice-level magic. Of course, if the apprentice is smart enough, they can also be formed instantly in the meditation space to achieve the purpose of fast casting .The construction of apprentice-level magic is not complicated. In fact, Heras was able to instantly cast a large amount of apprentice-level magic when he was an intermediate magic apprentice.

Peter stood in front of Heras, adjusted his posture a few times, and began to open his hands, making some melodic gestures between his fingers, and singing some obscure words with the voice of elements.The sound of elements is one of the simplest types of incantations, and some complex incantations cannot be uttered by human vocal cords. For this reason, it is not uncommon for high-level mages to transform their own creatures, and archmages even directly use mental shock to chant.

After about 10 minutes, when the brothers around him were about to lose patience, Peter finally released a faint blue brilliance, the apprentice-level magic breeze blade, even cutting a wooden board was a problem, but it was used to cut apples It's just right.In the original view of Heras, he could meditate on this kind of magic more than five times in one second.And Peter actually built it for such a long time, not to mention the poor coordination of his gestures and spells, and his brain is not very good, he forgets the front after the construction.

With the faint blue light flickering, an invisible arc-shaped wind blade shot out from Peter's hand, and flew towards the apple soundlessly. "If it is powerful, it would be a sharp assassination weapon." Heras thought, his quantum brain had calculated the path from the moment the wind blade was released, and he couldn't even cut the stalk of the apple.So he continued to maintain his lifeless eyes.

Facts have proved that the quantum brain's calculations are accurate, and the wind blade slid across the apple silently. Peter looked quite disappointed: "Who else is coming?"

As soon as the words fell, Tahira waved her hand, and a beam of crystal light shot at Heras, the ice dagger of the first-level magic Mena, it seemed that this was a spell engraved in her soul.Heras breathed a sigh of relief again. Now he has no mental power to judge the target of other people's magic. He just relies on the quantum brain to calculate the magic path at the moment of successful casting. This spell can indeed hit the apple accurately. It seems that his The cousin didn't want to kill him.

With a sound as crisp as glass shattering, the apple on Heras's head was blown into flying icy shards, and the red hair was jagged by the cold air, standing upright crookedly.The brothers and sisters laughed even louder, they were already quite convinced that this guy was an idiot, his eyes were unfocused when the magic shot came, and he licked the ice slag that floated down, freezing his tongue so badly.

"Who else wants to come!" Peter blushed and took out another apple and placed it on Heras's head.Now Heras's hatred is mostly transferred to this damn fat man, this incendiary bastard......

Sarod took a step forward without saying a word, stretched his right hand forward, and lightly drew a symbol in the air with his index finger, and spit out two hoarse words in the voice of the dead, a white bone spike with green mist slowed down. Slowly condensed in front of the index finger, the third-level spell poisonous thorn!

He has just advanced to the third level, and he has not yet been able to engrave this magic on his soul, but judging from his simple gestures and incantation assistance, it is not difficult for him to form this spell model in the meditation space.At least he has practiced quite proficiently, which shows that the poisonous thorn is one of his main magic.

Tahira was also a little surprised, the first shot was a third-level magic, Sarod wanted to corrode Heras's scalp?But she had no sympathy for Horace.

A sense of danger and fatality rose from Heras's heart, and the air-conditioning that spread from the tailbone made his soul tremble, Sarod wanted to kill him!He saw the malevolence that flickered in Thalod's calm eyes as he cast the spell.Is this an illusion?

The magic took shape very quickly, and the moment he left his hand, Heras calculated that the target of this big green fishbone-like thing was his forehead, and Sarod wanted to blow up the other half of his head!

Before he could think about it, Heras rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth tightly, and trembled all over. The high-backed chair fell backwards, and the poisonous thorns passed over his forehead and hit the wall. The granite wall was corroded. A huge hole, the sound of zzzing, accompanied by green bubbling poison flowing out of the hole in the center, corroding the floor to a scorched black.

"Mistake." Sarod lightly supported Monocle's eyes, and said lightly.Tahira immediately glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

In order to break the embarrassment of the silence, a descendant of Leo Lan said: "What's wrong with this idiot, it seems that he has an epileptic seizure...?"

"Maybe, after all, his brain is completely broken, let me check it for him." As he said that, faint ripples appeared all over Sarod's body, and then he frowned.Just now he used the first third-level magic soul shock engraved in his soul, which is the spell he relied on to advance to the third level.It can disturb the mental fluctuations of the target, and when used on some creatures whose power level is too different, it can even blow up their heads instantly.

Idiots also have a spiritual world, unless the guy is actually brain-dead, but vegetative people can't move around.

Sarod was about to check further, when an old and decayed voice came from outside the door, like years of dust being swept into the air, making everyone present feel as uncomfortable as if their noses and mouths were filled with dust. "Master Sarod, Master Baroque is waiting for you."

"Okay, Mr. Goode, I'm going now." Sarod took a deep look at Heras who was still twitching. It was obviously unreasonable that the soul shock didn't blow up his head just now, but now he has more important things to do. matter.