Chapter 88 Jerome Moreu Thomas
Moreu raised his hand again, and the magic wave of fossilized magic began to wave in his palm: "I am Thomas Moreu, on the 18th of January, I launched the biggest plan in my life here. , is much greater than my research so far, because this is a research that is closely related to myself, and related to me and my son..."
No! no effect! This guy started endorsing again!
Lann was so anxious that he yelled the second sentence angrily: "Damn it, I'm a witcher!"
Thomas Moru was unmoved: "When I was young, I was attacked by monsters in the forest. There was a monster in the forest. The witcher came to help, but I didn't know at the time that the price he paid for saving me would be my son's future. The day the witcher took my son away, I vowed to restore my son to his original state..." Disrupt with
hatred Thomas Moreu's mind is not good either. At this time, the light in his hand has solidified, and he is about to shoot out the magic!
There is only enough time to say the last words, this is the last chance, it is really the last resort!
Lan En shouted affectionately: "Father, I am Jie Long!"
In an instant, the wind pressure covering Lan En's body suddenly dissipated. Lan En, who was pressed against the wall like a painting, fell heavily to the ground, and the thick armor on his body hit the ground. There was a crisp sound of "clang" on the ground.
The frozen magic wave in Thomas Moreu's hand slowly dissipated. He widened his eyes, one inside the eye socket and one outside the eye socket. His incomplete brain was working hard.
"Jeron?"
Lann raised his hands in the air under his scrutinizing gaze, stepping closer and closer with awkward steps, and one magic prop after another was stepped on under his feet like a stepping stone.
These magic props only need to make partial contact with the body, and the system can determine whether they are the source of magic power, even if they are stepped on the soles of the feet.
[Discover the source of magic]
Found it!
Lann paused and absorbed it!
A surge of magic power suddenly poured into his body.
Thomas Moreu began to think with difficulty. If he were in the form of a demon spirit at this time, he might not be deceived. Unfortunately, while the body of this decayed warlock gave him magical abilities, it also restricted his thinking.
"No... Jaylon has brown hair and eyes like me. You..." the
blond Lann explained seriously: "It's not important. This is the mutation caused by your experiment! Although the mutation has changed He changed my hair color and pupils, but also reversed my demon hunter characteristics. I am now human again!"
He shouted in an almost recitative tone, "Father! Your experiment was successful. !"
Lann felt that the process of the influx of magic power into his body had ended, and the system also sounded a prompt tone in time.
[Skill Point +1]
Call up the system panel, add points, and add [Spiral Sword Dance]!
[Swirling Sword Dance]: Use the weapon in your hand to attack all nearby enemies with a spinning attack. Continuously performing the spinning sword dance requires consuming one or more types of energy including physical strength, adrenaline, and magic power. The energy consumption will increase with the Skill level decreased (1/5).
Power surged up. This was the blessing of [Combat] classification skills to physical fitness. The increase in level three skills was far greater than before, making Lann's physical fitness officially take a big step away from mortals!
On the other side, Thomas Moreu looked at Lan and thought for a while, then suddenly turned back.
In the center of all the glass culture chambers in the room, there is a huge container made of metal with obviously higher technological content. Judging from the luster of the surface, it is made of at least a variety of metals including copper, magic-resistant gold, and meteorite iron. become.
Densely packed metal conduits are connected to it. Through a palm-sized transparent observation window on the surface of the container, you can see a brown-haired man soaking in a dark mutant mixed culture medium with a painful expression, struggling gently as if he was haunted by a nightmare. With.
"No, Jaylon... there!"
Thomas Moreu finally realized something was wrong. He turned around and saw Lan rushing towards him with a lion-headed silver sword. In three more steps, he would be close to him!
The blue protective shield was immediately erected. Thomas Moreu hid behind and skillfully began to control the chaotic energy in the air. The fluctuations of magic gathered in mid-air again.
At the same time, a magic-resistant gold bomb exploded in mid-air, and the green debris brought up bursts of static electricity in the air, as if sharp blades had pierced the magic shield.
With a "whoop", a hurricane came to the laboratory again. The magic-resisting gold debris in the air was swept away powerlessly, and lightning crackled everywhere.
In the storm and lightning, Lann rolled out, as if what he saw was just a breeze blowing on his face.
Thomas Moreu raised his hand again, and so did Lan. The two of them were only one step away from each other at this time. One of them had magic waves condensed in his hand, and the other held an alchemy bomb with the bolt pulled out.
This is the last [Magic-Blocking Gold Bomb].
"My 'Father' is not so easy to bear. Now try this!" The
magic-blocking golden bomb exploded almost close to his face, instantly covering Thomas Moreu's body and destroying the magic he was preparing. Disappear into the invisible.
A large amount of debris was sucked into his body, causing the body that carried a large amount of magical energy to suddenly become heavy and blocked.
Thomas Moreu coughed violently, and the decaying flesh continued to shed meat fragments and bone fragments. He fluttered his hands and feet wildly, as if trying to push away the forbidden area where he was struggling.
Naturally, Lann would not let go of the opportunity he had finally created. He raised his lion-headed silver sword high and used the strong wind to slice through the green smoke, splitting Thomas Moreu's body in half from head to toe!
Then, he continued to rush forward, like a galloping armored calf, venting all the impact on the tattered flesh in front of him.
"Crash", the stench of blood rained all over the sky, and an illusory figure wearing a tattered robe emerged from it, and the figure immediately disappeared and hid.
Thomas Moreu lost his physical body and will finally face the enemy in the form of a demon spirit.
At this moment, Lan En had just stabilized his body from the momentum of the slash and took out [Moon Dust], but he lost the enemy's target.
The green figure disappeared and appeared in the room, and the demon monster also had the talent of short-distance flashing, which made Lan even more unable to grasp the opponent's figure.
There are only two [Moon Dust] left. You must not attack rashly without being completely sure.
Lann took a deep breath. He remembered that the most old-fashioned way to deal with this kind of flash blur is to seize the moment when the opponent attacks and counterattack.
Fortunately, the attacks of demon spirits are mostly physical attacks. Thomas Moreu, as a research scholar-type warlock, should not be very familiar with them, right?
In the room, an empty voice began to echo:
"Lann Lannister Leanne! How dare you destroy my body! Invade my laboratory, destroy my experiments, destroy my body! I will destroy you and The body tissue of the water ghost is sewn together. I must keep you awake through all the mutation processes! Watch your body collapse while screaming!" After getting rid of the body,
Thomas Moreu, who was in the demon state, woke up. A lot, and my speech feels more coherent.
The sound came from all directions, making it impossible for Lan to determine the other party's position. He chuckled and said: "Dear 'Father', how can you continue to do experiments without a body? Why don't you just give up and die? Failure to realize your dream means that you don’t have the ability. Don’t continue to struggle after death. It’s better to let your son be freed early. Oh, by the way, are
you hiding everything you do to your son from your wife? What’s her name? Are you alive? Are you - dear Lydia?"
"Stop! Lannister! You don't understand my love for them at all!"
A ball of green phosphorus fire ignited beside Lann, which was the teleportation of the demon spirit. . Thomas Moreu's figure emerged from the flames in an instant, and his sharp claws scratched a series of sparks on Lann's armor.
The force of this grip was so strong that Lann felt that his armor was a little deflated, and he could clearly feel the awkward feeling of being squeezed by the deformed metal on one side of his body.
Just as Lan was about to unplug the [Moon Dust], the other party's figure shrewdly disappeared again. The speed of the demon spirit was also so fast that Lann was unable to react. This time, it seems that he has become the BOSS, waiting for players to kill him with one knife.
"Turtle shell...but it's not that hard." An old voice came slowly in the air, and the marks on the plate armor hinted at the opponent's strength.
Professor Thomas Moreu may not be good at close combat, but "Demon Spirit" Thomas Moreu is not necessarily good at close combat. Even if it doesn't understand weapon skills, it still has the power that comes with the body of a monster.
Lann's heart suddenly changed. It was unrealistic to take advantage of the opponent's attack to fight back at the moment, and his own reaction could not keep up. He had to find a way to actively lure the opponent out.
Lan thought for a while and suddenly shouted loudly: "Mo Lu! Does your love for your son mean locking him in a cage and doing experiments for hundreds of years? What kind of love is this! Wouldn't it be better to free him early! "
After shouting, Lann stood ready, and his left thumb had already passed through the ring.
It's a pity that Thomas Moreu in the demon state is no longer so easily fooled, and the provoking method does not work on him.
The only sound in the empty room was Lan's own breathing and the sounds of various cultivation chambers operating.
It seemed that just talking about it was no longer enough. Lan looked back and saw the all-metal advanced training cabin following Thomas Moreu's line of sight.
The man inside is Geron Moru, the demon hunter who has been tortured by mutation experiments for hundreds of years, and the source of obsession that allowed Tomos Moru to transform into a demon!
"Since you don't want to." Lann chuckled, "Let me help you."
Lann suddenly ran towards the metal training cabin, pointing his sword forward.
"Stop!"
A scream sounded that shattered the glass. This finally caught Thomas Moreu's Achilles' heel and made him unable to ignore it.
After some reminders and suggestions from friends and book friends, I increased the number of words in each chapter. From now on, each chapter will have 3,000 words, two chapters a day, a total of 6,000 words, which is equivalent to the three chapters before it was published.
The number of saved manuscripts dropped by one-third in an instant...
(End of this chapter)