Creator's Steam Fairy

Look at the expensive wrist pocket watch, 6:26.Milton threw the "Southern Continental Folklore Examination" back on the table. He was so out of his mind that he wasted nearly an hour of his precious youth holding this book.

He loves the most bizarre supernatural phenomena, and although he has never seen them, he yearns for them.

But this book is full of legends about gods who hold scales to judge sinners and ghosts that no one has ever witnessed.

If there is a god of condemnation or avenging ghosts in this world, why are the prime ministers and ministers still alive and well?

Speaking of youth, he thought of the too-young pink-haired girl he met in the afternoon—unexpectedly, the rumored strong pink-haired man who singled out the old man in the seminary turned out to be a delicate young lady.

I don't know if she will bring friends to today's dinner?

Those who challenge authority are worthy of admiration.

He didn't think about getting anything in exchange for the insignificant little gift he gave, but it was just a whim.Thinking of this, he decided to find another book to pass the night. Anyway, he would rest tomorrow, so he might as well read it all night on the rear deck.

Milton got up and opened the six-door bookcase in the spacious cabin, wanting to pick a novel with both supernatural and murder elements, but he thought of a sentence in that boring book for no reason.

'Don't stare at the shadows in the cupboard. '

He subconsciously looked towards a gap—the dark gap left after a book was taken away from the edge of the bookcase.

'They'll be on the other side, gazing at you through the shadow in the closet. '

Suddenly, a cold feeling permeated the air.

Just kidding... Shivering, Milton smiled dryly and took out a book at random.

He turned and looked around, the cabin in the evening was dyed dazzling golden by the sun, and nothing happened.

It really is nonsense.

He wanted to turn around and close the bookcase, but his eyes went dark and he couldn't see anything.

The sound of his heart beating like a drum came from his ears.

Quickly took out a box of matches from his vest pocket, Milton trembling hands, the touch from the rough sandpaper made him feel better... After a while, the match ignited, illuminating the things in front of him.

The bookcase is still his bookcase, but it has become decayed, the glass is covered with thick dust, it is no longer transparent, and there are broken cracks in between.However, more than half of the books were missing, and the rest were yellow and swollen. The spine made of hard paper was severely worn, and it was difficult to read the writing on it.

He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to scream, and turned around to look for other light sources on the desk... There were only dry and charred traces left in the emergency kerosene lamp... With the mentality of giving it a try, he switched the light switch.

The dim yellow light came on, flickered a few times, and then went out.

Sure enough, electricity and appliances are the least reliable things at critical moments.

Milton lit a match again. Fortunately, he did not trust electricity and loved reading at night, and he had prepared a lot of good things in his own cabin. When the fourth match was lit, he lit two Twisted and intertwined, like a half-melted candle.

The weak light source slightly reflected the thick, dusty room that had been abandoned for many years. Milton, who still couldn't calm down after taking a few deep breaths, found himself shaking violently.

Facing the unknown horror, he is not as brave and strong as he imagined.

After shaking for a while, until he was sure that the surroundings were quiet and the candle would not be extinguished in a short time, he realized that he was still holding the book he had pulled out of the bookcase under his arm.

Intact, just like the clothes on his body and the matches in his pocket.

"Death in the Dark"

Milton shuddered again. According to mysticism, the things he picked up at random may be some kind of harbinger of the future.

He threw the book away with a sad face.

How to do?

Wait for help or go out and find out what happened?

Milton's mind was in turmoil.

He wanted to find guidance from the supernatural knowledge he had learned in the past, but he couldn't think smoothly at all.

Chapter 94 Magic Creation Projection

Excuse me,

If the light source suddenly goes out, you are in the darkness where you can't see anything, and something whimpers in your ear.

What should I do in this situation?

scream?

run away?

cry?

Kneel down and cover your head to protect yourself?

Or use powerful rationality to suppress instinct and think of subtle countermeasures in an instant?

Or yell for help while lighting up more orbs of magic light?

Miss Loria didn't know how others would choose, she was really taken aback.

Almost even the turkey legs were scared out of their hands.

So she made the usual reaction that an ordinary girl should have——

Pulling out Roland's Song with his backhand, he stabbed in the direction of the sound.

"I've always been the one who hides in the corner to scare people!"

Holding the sword in her left hand, she slashed two swords into the darkness, and shouted angrily, "I let you scare me! I let you scare me!"

Regardless of stabbing or chopping, there was no feeling of hitting a real object, but the weird sound stopped.

I don't know if it was because she was frightened, or the sudden violent action of drawing the sword was too exhausting, her chest kept rising and falling, and her little heart was beating non-stop.

She was about to take a bite of a turkey leg to add some high-quality protein to suppress her shock, but suddenly something grabbed her ankle, making her stagger and nearly fall.

Angry.

She closed her eyes and thrust the blade straight down.

"sun!"

The moment the magic light ball was summoned, it was detonated by violent magic power, and the short-term blinding light instantly filled all corners.

The angry Miss Luria raised more than a dozen balls of light in one breath and let them drift away randomly. She felt that the ghost was afraid of light, otherwise she wouldn't have to kill her light balls to scare her.

She provocatively shouted: "If I destroy a ball of light, I will detonate the sun once, come on!"

No one responded to her.

After a long time, nothing strange came close to her again.

She lowered her head to look at the place where she felt the slight tingling—a small, ink-colored handprint on the exposed slender ankle, on the porcelain-like skin, above the heel of the pump-heeled shoe.

Can't wipe it off, what the hell?

Loria frowned, illusion?poison?

Hard to understand.

The proof of the glory bestowed by God, the Song of Roland, which can cut even magic, doesn't seem to work.

[Loria, I have a guess... The phantom that grabbed you just now is very similar to the appearance of some kind of energy projected into reality in an instant. If you don't seize the moment when it materializes and attack, it may be difficult to get it. Effect】

"Projection? What should I do then?" Loria put the song of Roland back into the scabbard, and asked with the turkey leg in her hand, "Do you want me to use this for self-defense?"

[According to some ancient legend... sterling silver may have miraculous effects]

The sterling silver used in the exorcism ceremony according to the rumors?

So supernatural?

Aren't you an ancient magic tool that claims to be scientific?

[Ahem... Magic is also a branch of science, and supernatural rumors are just the result of accidental experiments that have not been verified by scientific deductive methods. 】

Occasional experimental results also have reference value.

[I just got silver oxide, I will imitate your saber to make you a silver-plated long sword, because the structure is simple, the projection should last for a full hour]

Just a simple metal structure, it can make a model in a flash.

【Use Projection Magic】

Luria nodded, stroking the silver ring on her little finger—it was obvious that she had not been trained, but once those magical machines were made, she could instinctively be able to use the attached magic... It was like making a wish.

Perhaps Leia's conjecture is correct-the essence of magic is the universal energy driven by human will.

"Magic Creation Projection."

She clapped her hands lightly, using this gesture to imply that she was concentrating on giving instructions, and the magic power flowed in a strange way, which was a strange resonance that she had never felt before.

A black phantom slightly larger than her palm appeared between her hands, and it became a reality within a few breaths.

"You call this a sword? Or do all bird swords look like this?"

Luo Liya shook the strange creation with a symmetrical handle that fit the palm of her hand, several rubber buttons and two small rockers on it, her face full of bewilderment.

It is neither gold nor wood nor stone, a material she has never touched before.

[This is just to test the operation of the projection lamp! 】

"Really?" Loria watched suspiciously as the strange thing in her hand turned into a phantom and then dissipated, and urged: "Hurry up."

[The parameters are adjusted, come on]

Wrong pass!It hides alone in the dark ring and waits pitifully for the call of the master, the character of the loyal minister almost collapsed!

Fortunately, this pink hair doesn't know much, so he's so perfunctory.

"Magic Creation Projection"

With a slap of her little hand, the more proficient Miss Loria directly skipped the phantom stage this time. As she separated her hands, a silver long sword that looked like Roland's song gradually took shape from the hilt.

It looked as if it had been drawn from her palm.

So if you pat your chest while using magic, will it look like you are drawing a long sword from your body?

It's not good...it's beautiful when you think about it.

Try it next time.

Thinking of this, the priestess swung her sword happily, and the weight and length of the projected long sword were perfect, almost exactly the same as the song of Roland.

[I still have to blame... I still need to adjust the parameters, just...]

"let's go."

Luria waved her little hand impatiently, does this slippery magic tool really make people stupid?

She's not the kind of bad owner who cruelly squeezes magic items... It's better not to bother her when she's free.

Although I don't know what it's doing, but stealing and cheating are definitely indispensable...

Let's pretend like we don't know anything here.

After all, if she chats with magic props every day, she is afraid that her character will become distorted.

Not disturbing each other is fine.

Alright, now that the equipment has been updated, it's time to kill the soul that touched me.

After raising her legs and running two steps, Luo Liya suddenly stopped again.

Running around with turkey legs really affected her image a bit.

After eating casually in two or three bites, he threw away the meaty bones, and wiped his hands on the broken curtain full of wormholes.

"Magic Creation Projection."

Just to ensure the preview of the visual effect.

She patted her chest lightly, and slowly raised her hand up like holding a sword.

Wow, it's really like pulling a sword out of your chest.

Miss Loria turned her face slightly, her round eyes were full of melancholy, she looked compassionate and deeply saddened that she had to resort to force.

When she was about to draw the tip of the sword, she stopped with a solemn expression.

As we all know, the song of Roland is a long sword mixed with one hand, and in order to improve the visual effect, Miss Loria made a straight sword movement...

She frowned and strained until the tendon sheaths ached...and couldn't stretch enough.

A little embarrassing, but luckily no one saw it.