Forsi was overjoyed, and recited the spell again without hesitation, closing the outer seal of the "Demon Oil Painting".

Fortunately, the demigod creature just now has been locked out of control, only madness, no wisdom...I don't know if I will hear Mr. "Gate"'s call directly after taking the potion...Forsi's spirit is still the same Tightly took out the bottle of "Mystic Mage" potion and poured it into his mouth.

If the demigod creature hadn't automatically crashed into the "Demon Oil Painting" just now, I would have to summon the historical pore image of Mr. "World"... Uh, I don't know if this counts as directly asking for help at the angel level...Forsi Thinking about it, he drank the potion.

To her, that bottle of potion was like ice water with an extremely low temperature that could cause frostbite. Wherever it passed, all her feelings disappeared, only her thoughts remained unfrozen.

When a person is extremely cold, it is inevitable to have hallucinations. In Forsi's sight, a night sky appeared in an instant. In the night sky, densely packed bright stars intertwined into a dreamy river.

Forsi's body surface then reflected bit after bit of starlight, which seemed to come from her.

That little bit of pure starlight formed an invisible connection with the different stars in the night sky. With the flickering of those lights, they twisted and wriggled. Diamond-studded galaxy.

They each carry a part of flesh and blood and a little consciousness, like uncontrolled clones.

Forsi's thoughts were chaotic and confused, and she could hardly control herself to fight against the tendency to separate.

At this moment, she sensed something illusory.

That was the seal she completed using the "demon oil painting", which was projected into the mysterious world created by the potion, forming an abstract and vague mark.

Fors didn't think about it, and instinctively extended part of her consciousness and spirituality, entangled with that abstract mark.

This mark is not so consistent with her, it seems that there is a part that does not belong to her, but it can barely integrate with her.

Suddenly, in Forsi's mind, the abstract mark became quite clear. It was a layer upon layer of "doors" painted with mysterious symbols.

This "door" hid Forsi behind her, isolating her from the surrounding starry sky.

At the same time, on the other side of the "door", the sealed terrifying creature seemed to have sensed the aura of the enemy, and used its own divinity to crazily erode the illusory "door". offset the impact.

It lasted like this for more than ten seconds, and the night sky with the radiant Milky Way slowly subsided, and that little bit of starlight returned to Forsi's body and merged with her.

At this time, a deep darkness loomed in front of Forsi's eyes, and in the depths of the darkness were endless storms and occasional flashes of lightning.

The next second, the familiar voice sounded in Forsi's ear, piercing into her head like steel nails stirring her brain.

Forsi's expression immediately distorted. If she hadn't experienced similar things again and again, she had developed a certain resistance, and she also possessed the personality of a saint, she might have lost control at this time.

Of course, there must be "good luck" in it.

It took her several seconds, relying on her meditation skills, to finally calm down and hear clearly what the voice was calling.

It's calling for help!

��It wasn't the language of giants, nor the language of elves or ancient Hermes, but a language that Fors had never come into contact with, but she could understand it as soon as she heard it. source.

Mister "Gate" crazily shouts "Help" every time the full moon is full, it is simply a disgrace among the king of angels... However, even if he is asking for help, it is an unbearable horror for me... Forsi slandered Two sentences, thinking about whether to pretend not to hear, wait until the initial restraint of spirituality, master the extraordinary ability of "Mystic Mage", and then talk to Mr. "Gate" at the next full moon, or do some communication now.

Suddenly, the shouting from infinity stopped, and there was a deathly silence around.

Two or three seconds later, an ethereal voice that could pierce spirit bodies entered Forsi's mind: "You are using the extraordinary characteristics from the Abrahams."

These words were spoken in a straightforward manner without any ups and downs, but the blood vessels on Forsi's forehead thumped, his eyes were covered with fine wire, and his body shone brightly.

She almost lost control of herself.

"Who are you?" Forsi collected herself and asked intentionally. JrNovels.com