On the Seven Towers

Xiao Chen put away the semi-finished holy book and looked at the fourth item. It was a short magic wand, only about one foot long, like a baton used by a band conductor. The magic wand was white, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, with a sharp tip and a crystal stone like a yellow diamond inlaid at the bottom.

When Xiao Chen reached out to take it, a line of words appeared on the table: Dream Tower Sacred Artifact: Soul Thorn, greatly reduces the target's resistance to mental magic.

Although I don't know how much, if the effect of this Soul Thorn is similar to the description, it would be very powerful.

"This is a magic wand tailor-made for you." Luo Ling said.

"It should be made for a typical Dream Tower mage. But I am the only high-level Dream Tower mage who practices mental magic." Xiao Chen took the magic wand in his hand and tried to use it to release a Heart of Fear magic to the open space. He only felt that the smooth operation of mental power had become very laborious. It was like dancing with shackles on his back. When the magic was released, he found that it took more than ten times the usual time. It was obvious that his ability was not enough to control such a holy weapon wand.

"This is normal. Most of the offensive holy weapons were originally used by the Saint level. It is normal that you cannot use it well with your current strength." Luo Ling comforted.

Xiao Chen threw the wand into the Traveler's Heart and said, "Let Mao Kaimo Lei and others do research first. If we can mass-produce low-end models, it will be good. We will never rely on a model where two people lead the way in the future."

There was a crystal ball on the last platform. The crystal ball was surrounded by mist, and countless pictures seemed to flash inside. When the two approached the crystal ball, a line of words appeared on the platform:

My memory.

Xiao Chen and Luo Ling reached out to the crystal ball together.

When Xiao Chen pressed the crystal ball, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a headache, and lost his perception of the surroundings.

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A feeling of extreme fatigue came from all over his body. Xiao Chen felt as if he had been running around and fighting for many days without getting a rest. His eyes were closed. He wanted to open his eyes or raise his arms, but his body didn't listen to him at all, as if he was a paralyzed patient.

"Saint." A voice suddenly sounded in his ears. At this time, he seemed to be revived and finally opened his eyes.

In front of him was a middle-aged male mage, who was sitting opposite him, with anxiety on his face. The surrounding environment seemed to be in a carriage. However, this carriage was very stable, and he could hardly feel the bumps. Looking at the close view outside the window, it was almost drawn into lines of color. Obviously, the carriage was very fast.

"Where is this?" Xiao Chen asked naturally.

"Saint, we are still on the way south, in the territory of the Giant Rock Empire."

"Giant Rock Empire?" Xiao Chen had an impression of this name, but it seemed to be a thing of a very long time ago. By the way, it was the name of a medium-sized empire that occupied the northern region of the Iberian Kingdom in the Seven Towers era.

"Yes, is there any problem? Saint." The middle-aged mage asked.

Xiao Chen looked at himself. He was wearing a luxurious robe. Among the several rings on his hand, one was the secret inheritance ring of Gomez. It seemed that he had become the Saint Gomez?

Was this an illusion of memory or another time travel?

He tried to contact his meditation world, and the meditation world was still there. It seemed that there was a force blocking him from entering it.

No matter what, Xiao Chen was ready to play this role first. He was thinking about what he should say, but his body spoke by itself: "Have you left the space suppression area?"

"No, sir. According to our calculations, this space suppression should be done by four Golden Branch priests. We must run past the Black Stone City in front to be able to launch the teleport again. There must be a traitor who leaked our teleport transfer point. They have been waiting here in White Eagle City for a long time and suppressed the surrounding area of ​​thousands of kilometers."

"Well, how are our casualties in front?"

The middle-aged wizard showed a sad look on his face, "You tried your best to detonate the three holy artifacts, and after you fainted, a Golden Branch priest followed you. In order to protect our team, the three masters Angelo, Auletta and Senovio sacrificed themselves to hold back that bastard."

"Even Angelo, who was closest to the holy level, was sacrificed?" Xiao Chen could feel a sense of sadness in his tone.

"But the Golden Branch Priest was already injured by you, and Master Angelo also detonated his magic wand, so he should have been seriously injured in the end."

"How many people do we have left now, and what is our strength?" This was asked by Xiao Chen. He found himself in an automatically running game. If he didn't speak or take action, the characters would act in a predetermined way. Maybe their behavior was the behavior in history, but if he used his control, the characters would act according to his ideas.

"In addition to you and me, we have three great magicians and eight high-level magicians. But not counting Khalid, he is now struggling to fight against summons and it is difficult for him to fight. For warriors, there are three great swordsmen and ten high-level swordsmen."

Xiao Chen judged that the magician in front of him, no matter what he was, whether he was artificial intelligence or some kind of soul, he must have his own logic. The answer just now was obviously in response to his own question.

Xiao Chen thought about it and asked, "What do you think of the 'Dream Painting Method'?"

"Lord Saint, isn't this the time to talk about this?" the middle-aged mage said.

"No, no, I suddenly had an inspiration for fighting, and I want to hear your opinion on the 'Dream Drawing Method'." Xiao Chen explained.

The middle-aged mage attached great importance to the saint's issue. He thought seriously for a while and said: "Well, the dream painting method is the most orthodox mystery fusion method in our Dream Tower. My understanding is to use the creation ability to add dreams to the dream. The sense of reality, filling in the smallest details, makes the illusory dream come closer and closer to the meditation space. But dreams are dreams after all, and they will eventually collapse. However, I think it is the most breakthrough method recently. It is also an advanced version of Saint Gregorio: Dream Shaping. His idea of ​​pursuing the stability of dreams and trying to open up a dream into a second meditation space is very interesting. I am personally very optimistic about this, but it is a pity that these studies are useless. Interrupted by the bastard from the Temple of Nature.”

Xiao Chen carefully observed the tone and logic of his words and found that this was by no means a simple game NPC. The middle-aged mage talked eloquently about magic issues and had his own ideas. Xiao Chen was eye-opening and benefited a lot. He even brought out some of the things he and Luo Lingtan had studied to discuss with him. The middle-aged mage could also express his own opinions, which could never have been recorded in advance. Is this a spiritual attendant or an artificial creature in a meditation space?