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Chapter 172: Powerful magic box.
After taking out the magic box of Hatzita, punk immediately activated the "Soul Concentration Fluctuation of Hatzita" without hesitation.
Accompanied by a soft moan of the magic box, a light blue halo centered on the magic box slowly extended, and the punk closest to the magic box was naturally shrouded in the aperture for the first time.
Legendary magic is worthy of legendary magic. Its effectiveness is definitely not comparable to that of official magic or even master magic. The moment the light blue halo comes into contact with the body, punk clearly feels a chill. The energy permeated my mind and even my soul.
His head, which was dizzy due to the side effects of the "high-end concentration medicine", suddenly became sober, and the buzzing and auditory hallucinations that filled his ears disappeared without a trace. At this time, punk only felt that his brain seemed to be soaked. In the cool spring water, the movement of mental power and magic power is generally smooth and unimpeded by the lubricated bearings.
Punk didn't waste the magic effect this time, he quickly calmed down, sinking all his mind into his soul, and immediately mobilized the mage's thoughts with all his strength.
It has to be said that the process of operating meditation thoughts under the effect of "soul nurturing fluctuations" is extraordinarily easy, and punk even has an illusion. At this moment, it seems that magic is no longer an existence that must be controlled by consciousness, and every drop of magic seems to change. The blood can generally flow on its own, and the efficiency of meditation has increased more than ten times in one breath. The efficiency of this kind of meditation has surprised punk.
"Sure enough, the "Hitzi Tower's Soul Concentration Fluctuation" is the biggest gain. It has ten times the efficiency of meditation even if it is only three hours a day, plus the lifespan bonus brought by my half-prime elves bloodline. If it is, it can be said that it is a certainty to advance to the master level."
Punk shook his fist excitedly. Now with the help of this legendary equipment, it is only a matter of time before he wants to be promoted to the master level. Even the realm of legend is not whimsical. How can such a huge surprise make Punk not excited? .
The time of meditation flew quickly, he hardly realized the passage of time, and the effective time of one hour of the spell had already passed.
Punk reluctantly left the meditation state. At this moment, he could obviously feel that his soul had been improved a lot, and the side effects of the "high-end concentration potion" were completely gone.
Punk smiled and picked up Hatzita's magic box and looked at it carefully. The small wooden box still looked ordinary, not only did not look gorgeous, but was a bit dirty.
If you haven't tried it yourself, who would have thought that this gray-looking wooden box could have such a powerful function?
"Since the effect of "Hitzi Tower's Soul Concentration Fluctuation" is greatly unexpected, then the exercise of using "High-level Concentration Potion" does not need to be considered too much. Perhaps for others, continuous consumption of "High-level Concentration Potion" "The side effects brought about will greatly harm the soul and even cause irreparable serious injury, but for me who owns the Haitez Tower Magic Box, the worries about using potions are completely non-existent."
Punk thought excitedly.
He carefully placed Hatzita's magic box next to him, and at the same time secretly began to plan his next move in his heart.
"Since the side effects of the "high-end concentration potion" have been solved, the next step is to steadily develop, continue to cultivate the Wraith Moth to refine the medicine and practice the super magic skills-magic compression is the main theme of the next ten years. ".
Punk quickly formulated the next plan. After all, as a low-key mage, punk’s first priority is to improve his strength. If he follows his original plan, he must have at least one level of the mage’s professional level at this point. The thirteenth level only works, but now in order to get the magic box of Hatzita, he has to tear his face with the good camp at the twelfth level.
"But fortunately, now my professional level has reached the twelfth level, which is not far from the thirteenth level, so let's set a small goal first and upgrade to one level within five years!
Punk muttered to himself, and then summoned a flame to burn away the negative energy wandering in the air of the wreckage of Subject No. 1 on the ground.
He turned and walked towards the experimental cell in the basement, where there were more than a dozen unconscious experimental materials. Punk would arrange a "cute" little shadow maggot for all these "hosts" in the next month.
Of course, apart from the punk himself, neither the shadow maggots nor the experimental subjects have any expectations about this.
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Professionals are creatures with a long lifespan, especially for high-level professionals. Too many lives can even drive people who are not strong enough in their minds into madness.
But when you get used to this long life process, your sense of time will be very different from ordinary people.
Especially for mages who are obsessed with research and cannot extricate themselves, five or even ten years is not a long time.
Five years have passed since the destruction of Dolez City. Although the punk reward order is still on the reward list of Dylan’s Kingdom, except for those believers of the Church of Good God who don’t know what to wear and give up, Di The official side of the Lun Kingdom has no hope of finding this "terrorist".
Most people guess that the terrible wizard called Punk fled the Kingdom of Dylan as early as the day of the destruction of Dolez. Some people firmly believe that he is hiding in the depths of the lush forest and studying the terrible plague, planning to Come back one day to destroy the Kingdom of Dylan.
But I am afraid that no one will doubt a dilapidated slum in Sunset City, including the residents of this slum.
In an old bar next to the garbage dump, a group of shabby-clothed homeless men holding several large glasses of "water mixed with ale" bragged wildly. They are typical homeless people who beg for a few copper coins during the day and at night. Bragging in this bar where even the stools are made of stones.
It is now in the cold winter, and the "ale" in the hobo's cup is floating with a layer of icy slag, they are constantly wrapping the cotton coat pieced together with tattered linen, and their teeth are shaking up and down with cold.
But even in the cold weather, they can't dispel their bragging interest. After all, these cowhides may already be the only entertainment in the life of a tramp.
"Hey, old John, did you know that the iron bucket boss in the trash mountain to the east has received a "head". Let me tell you the truth, that guy is actually my distant nephew. , Lao Tzu has developed."
A middle-aged man who kept rubbing his palms said loudly to a few homeless men beside him with an expression of "believe it or not." Those who didn't know would think he was telling the truth.
"Don't tease Jack, you said last month that the baron who died in the city was your uncle, now is your inheritance, where is your title?"
"Don't make trouble, it's true this time, don't envy you when I'm walking around with the barrel boss."
The middle-aged man named Jack blushed with a thick neck and retorted the ridicule of others.
But the homeless people had no patience to listen to the bullshit bullshit. They watched the darkening night and began to discuss other topics, and the bragging Jack was left aside.
The homeless people turned their attention to the eldest old homeless man. At this time, the usually unconscious old man was asking everyone with wide turbid eyes:
"You guys, have you heard of the Black Banshee?"
End of this Chapter
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