The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Chapter 283: Deep Sea Tentacles, Maximizing the Utilization of Humanity

The reason why power is power is because there are rules and limitations.

Implicit in these rules and restrictions is how power grows step by step to this stage.

Just like the development from invertebrates to vertebrates, from the ocean to the land, from bows and crossbows to guns and cannons, from staggering to reaching the moon, any achievement will reflect the profound mark of development in its appearance and core.

Rules and restrictions are not constraints, but steps and pillars that indicate how you have grown to this level.

Therefore, even though he was a believer of the Dream God, Abes was very clear that the other party could not allow his imagination to run wild.

If I could really let my imagination run wild, wouldn't it be enough to just imagine that he was dead and that I would definitely win?

Seeing the instantaneous shattering and gathering, as well as the familiar silver light mist effect, Abes had some guesses.

Phantom Step? The most traditional and well-known teleportation spell.

It is highly likely that the enemy before him, this believer in the God of Dreams, can only replicate things that he knows and understands.

After all, imagined external objects are limited. Only when they are confined to the scope of knowledge that the other party can understand can they be solid and useful.

However, the trouble is that the requirements for imagining external objects are higher, but on the other hand, imagining yourself becomes much easier.

This is why the enemy in front of us can use teleportation.

Clearly the same silver light mist as the Phantom Step appeared, but no matter how he looked at it, Abes could not capture the same etheric plane feeling as Eldenite from the enemy.

It was precisely because he did not feel the existence of magic fluctuations, magic nets, or etheric planes that Abes failed to react in time and his powerful attack was avoided by the opponent.

In other words, although he is cosplaying the appearance of the Mysterious Step, the actual principle should be different. It is still relying on the power of imagination given by the God of Dreams that allows this guy to cosplay the spell Mysterious Step.

This is troublesome...

Although the attack methods used by the opponent seemed like a clown when simulated to Abes, methods like teleportation used on himself could be used quickly, accurately and steadily.

As they pulled each other, it seemed that the battle had just begun.

At this moment, the spiritual cage of the entire dream god is changing again.

It seemed that he didn't believe it, thinking it was incredible that the divine power simulated from Auril enveloped the entire scene but did not make Abes lose his power, so this time, the opponent replaced it with another method.

At this moment, the entire dream space changed again. The cracks on the ground suddenly widened, and countless dark tentacles emerged from them. These tentacles seemed to have life, and they madly wrapped around Abes.

Aifa black tentacles.

A fourth-level spell with a casting distance of ninety feet. The materials used are also very interesting. You can use a tentacle of a giant octopus or giant squid.

It can be used for up to ten rounds.

The area within twenty feet designated by the caster will be covered with wriggling black tentacles, making it difficult to pass through. Once bound by the tentacles, one will need great strength or agility to break free.

Every second you stay within the tentacles' range will cause you to suffer twisting, squeezing, and other injuries.

However, for most situations, using fourth-level spells is already an option that is too costly and demanding.

Using it here? To deal with Abest, isn't it a bit of a waste?

"dream!"

Abes roared, and violent divine power burst out from his body.

And then, these divine powers belonging to the style of Gruumsh were attached to the blade of the giant sword without using the rage of the barbarian, but using the fighting method of the barbarian.

And behind it was a giant sword wrapped in divine power, which repelled all the first wave of tentacles that approached.

Afterwards, without giving the spell time to continue to concentrate, Abes continued to swing the giant sword. The divine power attached to the blade, the burning aggression and the crazy fighting spirit, blazed like flames, cutting off the tentacles one by one.

After dealing with this wave, Abes inserted the giant sword into the ground, posing in a relaxed posture, supporting the hilt with one hand.

"Although you are not casting a real spell like a wizard, but using the blessing of the God of Wilderness to simulate in this dream space, spells are still spells. Even if they are simulated, the energy consumed will not be reduced. A wizard can only use the fourth ring a few times, so how many times can you simulate the black tentacles of Aifa here?"

"And a spell that could have lasted for a minute was solved by just two or three hits. How do you feel now?"

However, after the tentacles were cut off, the ground cracked again, and this time more dark tentacles emerged.

And Abes finally looked at the surrounding situation with a scrutinizing gaze.

The power of the wild god is not recognized, so it can change at will.

Previously, he tried to seal off this place by simulating the power of the winter goddess Auril, and then beat the "priest" who entered, but he was taught a lesson by the special case of Abes.

And this time, in order to assist his Aifa black tentacles, the enemy in front of him seemed to have changed the divine power that enveloped the scene.

That salty, damp feeling of an ocean breeze?

Is it the sea goddess Amberlee?

No, more than that, mixed in there are the emotions of Talos, the God of Storms, and ultimately, there are some underlying tones hidden at the end that are somewhat similar to Shar, the goddess of darkness and loss.

If I have to say, the overall feeling is actually closer to emphasizing the unknown and unclear concept of the ocean.

Rather than imitating the style of some god, it would be more accurate to say that he is cosplaying an extremely authentic deep-sea master.

At this moment, Abes has already understood what the plan is.

This time, after replacing the divine power that enveloped the entire scene, the enemies in front of them also learned their lesson. Their goal was not to restrict Abes, the enemy, but to improve themselves.

After all, the "priest" in full body armor in front of him was really weird, and restricting him alone didn't seem to have any effect; it would be better to strengthen himself directly.

This time, using the blessing of the God of Wilderness and the strange changes in dreams, Victor Breland cosplayed as a sorcerer commonly known as a warlock.

Among the sub-jobs of the sorcerer, there is a branch called Deep Sea Will.

The leader who spreads the will of the deep sea has enough advantages to provide some spells with unique styles.

For example, Aifa Black Tentacles.

A spellcaster of the Deep Sea Will can not only create a ten-foot-long tentacle within a sixty-foot range as a bonus action, but can also use a reaction as a "guard" to offset some of the damage.

In addition, the warlock of Deep Sea Will can use the Black Tentacles of Aiva multiple times without consuming magic rings.

While casting it, the Lord of the Deep Sea will encourage you, grant you temporary vitality, and grant you stronger physique and resistance to maintain your concentration on this spell.

It can be said that all these means seem to be that the Lord of the Deep Sea wants to see you open the valve of the deep sea to flood the entire world?

The tentacles and tentacles are like a death dance of prayer before drowning and destroying the world.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely get nervous when seeing the octopus tentacles after such a set of operations, but Abes did not have that psychological burden.

Although it is said that this is the land of gods, the Old Ones and the Deep Sea Warlocks do exist, and classic monsters such as the Mind Flayer are the most classic octopus heads.

However, haven't you ever eaten octopus nigiri? The fact that those fishermen are still alive and well is one of the rare evidences of the kindness of the multiverse and multiple dimensions.

After realizing that the disappearance and reappearance of the fourth-ring spell in front of him was just a slight advantage created by a power system, Abes kicked his iron boots and stood the giant sword upright again in front of him.

"Isn't it just a few more opportunities to use the tentacles? There is no difference between dying once and dying repeatedly."

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Just as Abes was in Kronos' dream mental prison, fighting Victor Breland.

There was also a bad atmosphere in the Breland household.

The man who claimed to be Sir Victor's son, who was sitting on the high-backed chair, stood up after telling the other party that his father was just going to take care of some trivial matters in the castle.

Looking at the hand he stretched out, he probably wanted to politely send back this businessman who had rashly left the banquet and barged into the corridor and room.

However, what no one present expected was that the next second, this businessman named Domino, this man who was secretly Marquis Ryan's spy, started running to the side.

"Fuck, I have more than just a business sense - my actual sense of smell is not broken either."

Smell?

As if he didn't understand what the other party said, "Little Victor", who claimed to be Victor's son, also tilted his head.

However, the businessman who was backing away and moving towards the door did not give him any chance to explain.

From the inside pocket of his coat he pulled out a vial of holy water, a precious item he had exchanged from a church priest.

With his fingers tightly gripping the bottle cap, he quickly unscrewed the cap and splashed the holy water onto the floor, forming a makeshift "line of defense."

"Who are you?" Domino asked again, with a hint of threat in his voice.

The man on the high-back chair looked at the "defense line" formed by liquid on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and an unnatural smile appeared on his face, but then he regained his composure and stared at Domino sharply.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am only Sir Victor's son. You are offending the nobility!"

Domino sneered, not backing down.

"Noble? The stench of corpses on you is not that noble. Ordinary living people would not emit such a smell. Even if you are a noble, you have to kill your relatives for the sake of justice when dealing with family members who have turned into undead."

After saying that, he took out a small silver-plated dagger from his waist, which was another weapon for dealing with undead creatures.

Domino moved slowly, the dagger flashing coldly in the candlelight, and he would be able to leave the door and come to the corridor in an instant. During the whole process, the silver dagger was always pointing in the direction of the "person" from beginning to end.

It seemed to him that as long as he left the corridor and then ran to the banquet hall to inform everyone, everything would be solved.

There are so many living people in the castle, how could I be afraid of you?

However, just as Domino was about to step out of the door, the "man" who claimed to be Victor's son suddenly let out a low roar.

As the roar sounded, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, as if an evil force was filling the air.

Domino's heart trembled, and he involuntarily quickened his pace.

As a result, what greeted him behind the door was not the dark and empty corridor, but three or five figures approaching with stiff steps.

They were wearing maid and servant uniforms and were obviously servants of the Breland family.

However, judging from the posture, movements, and pale and rotten face, the result was self-evident.

Domino's heart sank. The servants and maids before him had obviously been controlled by the power of undead and turned into undead puppets.

Then, the idea that the younger generation in my family had transformed themselves into undead creatures due to some wrong ideas and that I could solve the problem as long as I found my elders and other people, was instantly useless.

This is not just a matter of one or two people being unfilial descendants. In the worst case scenario, the entire Breland family, from family members to servants who make a living, may have turned into undead.

Fight!

Domino hesitated for a moment, and after thinking clearly about the most likely situation, he suddenly rushed forward. The dagger drew a silver light in the air and pierced straight into the heart of a servant in front of him.

In an instant, a black smoke came out from the wound, carrying a foul smell.

The undead servant let out a low wail and then fell to the ground motionless.

But when the other undead saw this, they immediately surrounded Domino and tried to control him.

Seeing that he had broken through Wuwang, Domino turned his head viciously and started a conversation to delay time, "Let me guess, you are not the son of Sir Victor at all."

"I heard that some types of undead creatures can not only maintain a human appearance, but also make themselves look younger."

"You are Sir Victor himself! However, when communicating with the merchants outside, you still use that old, decrepit appearance."

"Little Victor" stood in the middle of the room, looking at Domino coldly, with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"You're right, but not that right."

"I can only say that the wisdom of mortals is still too superficial. They can only think of the undead transformation."

"I can tell you that my body and the bodies of the Breland family have indeed been transformed into undead."

“But the split is more thorough.”

As he spoke, the "Little Victor" in front of him tore off his arm and showed the cross-section.

Then, after playing with it for a few times, he put it back together with a click.

"If the hands are cut off, they become [Creeping Claws]; if the head is removed, it can be used as a [Burning Skull]; the bones can be pulled out individually and used as a [Skeleton]; and the body can barely be used as a [Zombie]. Of course, if the soul is willing to cooperate, it is not impossible to use [Resurrection Corpse]."

"It's a pity that we don't have the time and energy to embalm everyone in advance. Otherwise, we could have created mummies or wax corpses."

"The soul can be divided into many things: [Shadow], which is like an exaggerated shadow; [Ghost], a wandering spirit; and [Ghost], who is determined to complete unfinished business."

"In addition, the false hope swallowed by despair can also create undead creatures called [Wisp]."

"Some who are unwilling can transform the plants, bricks and stones in the environment into malicious virtual entities called [Bound Spirits]."

Domino was twitching. Because of the intense fear, his muscles could not support him to continue holding the silver dagger in his hand.

What is the most important thing about being a human being?

Is it the heat?

No.

In addition to the temperature, there is a better answer, which is utilization rate.

If what "Little Victor" said was true, then the Breland family had undoubtedly made the most of human beings.