Chapter 69: Undead Phantom Sword
The Spirit Sequence allowed direct manipulation of spirits, enabling them to possess other people or even inanimate objects.
By possessing an enemy, one could contend with their spirit for control of their body; by possessing an ally, one could provide them with their own spirituality.
As spirituality surged into her, Peggy immediately felt her own spirituality swell, almost to the point of bursting.
She quickly used the Golden Finger, held her breath, focused her mind, visualized herself, and then rapidly activated her stealing ability to pull it out.
One, two, three… More than a hundred Peggys appeared on the field within seconds, and the number continued to increase.
“Grandfather!” Thira called out worriedly, seeing the increasing number of phantoms.
Although the magic tide level cap had been raised to 10, it was still a suppression for demigods.
Could it be that her grandfather was planning to unleash his full spirituality, risking losing control to save the entire city?!
“Don’t worry, I will control the output of my spirituality within level 10.” Appius said calmly.
Even if the output was within level 10, what about the consumption and replenishment? At the current magic tide level, it was very difficult for a demigod to replenish their spiritual depletion.
Just as Asker was thinking this, he saw Appius take out an emerald green Philosopher’s Stone from a nearby bag and crush it.
His heart skipped a beat.
Holy crap! Stone-crushing boss!
In the game world of his previous life, if players wanted to master their Sequence abilities, they had to fight more monsters and run more dungeons to improve their proficiency.
Especially for purely spiritual Transcendents, without the bonus of physical strength and experience, their combat power completely depended on the operation and utilization of their Transcendental abilities. Therefore, it was normal for their spirituality to be completely depleted after running a few dungeons.
What free-to-play players did: Log off and wait for their spirituality to recover naturally.
What low-spending players did: Spend a little money to buy spiritual potions to increase their sustainability.
What mid-spending players did: Buy Philosopher’s Stones to carry with them, along with spiritual potions to replenish their spirituality.
What high-spending players did: Directly crush the stones.
An egg-sized Philosopher’s Stone cost $99.99 in the cash shop and 648 yuan in China. Because it was rich in spirituality, even the most hardcore spenders only needed to crush a fingernail-sized piece each time.
As for Appius, this demigod-level powerhouse, he let Asker see for the first time what it meant to be “rich and imposing” – he directly crushed the entire stone! The entire stone!
With the endless influx of spirituality, there were more and more Peggys around, their numbers quickly exceeding one thousand.
“Attention, the Life Cage is about to end.” Appius said in a deep voice. “Get ready!”
Amidst the Thornbirds’ furious cries, the Wall of the Life Cage shattered, and flocks of yellow thornbirds immediately swooped down, as if to unleash a bloody storm on the crowd.
Then, the horde of “Peggys” also moved.
“Whoa, my eyes are blurry!” Sidlipha suddenly exclaimed.
Due to the super-high muscle strength and explosive power unique to the “Flesh” Sequence, Peggy herself was already very fast, and at full sprint, she could even achieve a “teleportation”-like effect.
Then, what would it feel like for a thousand Peggys to teleport simultaneously in the eyes of the audience?
Others didn’t know, but the girls of Azure Longsword probably felt like throwing up.
Countless afterimages darted and intertwined on the ground, the sound of their footsteps merging into a continuous buzzing sound.
Many mages and city guards could only stand still, not daring to move, because if they moved, they would be bumped into by the phantoms passing by.
Because the figures created by Undead Phantom Sword were very fragile, almost disappearing at a touch, in the eyes of the unsuspecting crowd, it was like they bumped into someone, and then the person exploded…
So they could only remain motionless, watching this grand performance in shock.
The Peggys’ tactics were also very simple, no fancy footwork or feints, only direct charges and swift thrusts.
Whenever a Thornbird descended to within reach, a Peggy would sprint towards it at high speed and slash at it with her Thermal Blade.
The Thermal Blade was also a phantom, of course, but the secret of Undead Phantom Sword was that all the phantoms were composed of replicated mental bodies. The essence of a phantom’s attack was to use the phantom’s existence in the opponent’s perception to impose the idea of “being attacked” on them, thus creating the fact of being injured in their minds.
If believed, “illusion” became “reality.”
And the red-hot Thermal Blade, coupled with the almost distorted air under the high temperature, immediately made the Thornbirds flap their wings and cry out in fear.
With a light slash, the attacked Thornbird was cut in two, the needle-like feathers at the wound completely curled up, even the bleeding wound was cauterized and sealed, the cut smooth and clean.
Through the ability of the Vengeance Sequence, this damage was also transmitted back to the phantom itself. So the Peggy phantom who performed the attack would instantly have the same red-hot linear wound on her neck, abdomen, or limbs.
Then it would dissipate.
As a large number of phantoms dissipated, more “Peggys” were continuously split off, quickly rejoining the battlefield.
Thira watched in shock, only one thought in her mind:
This is the power of demigod-level spirituality + Transcendental swordsmanship? A one-person army, nothing more than this!
If I could also master a Transcendental sword technique, and then, with my grandfather’s… no, with my own advancement to demigod rank, then even reclaiming Constantinople alone wouldn’t be too much of a problem, right?
She couldn’t help but start to fantasize, her mind filled with thoughts of how to restore the country and how to get a Transcendental sword technique from Asker.
“Mr. Asker,” Appius, who had already crushed countless stones, suddenly said, “Anomalies have occurred on the 30th, 52nd, and 57th floors of Olympia. Please assist the stationed Spartans.”
“Okay, we’ll help deal with them.” Asker nodded and called out to the remaining Azure Longsword girls, “Let’s go.”
The girls stood up and followed Asker towards the stairs.
Thira walked at the back of the team, taking one last look at Peggy, who was still exerting her power.
If I could also have such swordsmanship, such transcendental strength…
“What are you thinking about?” Asker patted her head. “Or do you want to stay here?”
Stay here with your grandfather?
“It’s nothing.” Thira shook her head and smiled beautifully.
Then she remembered that she was still wearing a mask.
So Thira slightly lifted the edge of her mask, revealing her flawless face, and gave Asker another sweet smile.
“What are you doing?” Asker asked, puzzled.
“The mask has been on for too long, I need some air.” Thira said with a smile.
On the stairs, Medea suddenly sensed something and looked at Thira’s smiling face ahead.
A thoughtful expression appeared on her face.
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