I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 172 171. Desperate Counterattack

Uh... um...

Lloyd continued to mobilize his spiritual power, using the ability of [Distorted Realm] to distort the effect, to deal with the effect of [Declaration of Negation] lingering on him.

It worked, he could feel that Wald's ability was gradually failing, and his mobility was also recovering bit by bit.

But isn't this a bit too slow?

He felt like he was tied up with hemp ropes, and could only loosen himself a little bit by rubbing against the corners. It took at least half an hour to really untie him.

With such a long time, I really don't know if anything big will happen in the storage room.

Is Wald so cruel to his own people?

His inspiration and intuition reminded him at this time that something was happening in the direction of the storage room...

It was not a warning of danger, but just a reminder.

It was exactly the same as the reminder when he entered the cell of Geras.

This means that the power of [Forgetfulness] is spreading.

Lloyd was anxious for a moment, desperately injecting spiritual power, hoping that [Twisted Realm] could quickly remove the restrictions on him.

At this critical moment, the hand in his pocket finally loosened a little, barely breaking free from the restrictions of [Veto]. His fingers moved and touched a smooth and delicate skin, like the back of a girl's hand.

That was the statue of the saint he had been keeping in his pocket.

The next second, he felt a gentle force quickly spread along his fingers to his whole body, instantly removing the restrictions on his whole body, and finally regained his freedom.

"I will definitely burn incense for you when I get home."

Lloyd said meaningfully, quickly got up from the ground, and ran quickly to the storage room.

But before he went in, just approaching that area, he suddenly felt a strange atmosphere in the air.

It was not the kind of dangerous and weird feeling, and inspiration and intuition did not warn him. Instead, he felt very comfortable and relaxed all over his body, and his originally tense nerves quickly relaxed under the influence of this atmosphere.

As if they had forgotten to be alert...

Then, Lloyd saw that the hunters nearby were all standing in a daze, with their shoulders drooped and their backs hunched, wandering aimlessly or lying on the ground in the sun, looking like a group of bored, idle people.

As if they had forgotten what they should do...

Before Lloyd realized that something was wrong, he suddenly felt his thinking slow down, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to do next.

Or... I can also find a place to lie down and bask in the sun?

This salty fish-like thought lasted only three seconds, and he suddenly shuddered and woke up.

I... I have been affected by [Forget] just now?

Then, he heard a voice in his ear whispering:

"Forget your tension, forget your troubles, forget your goals..."

This voice kept repeating in his ears, and he never got tired of it.

The Book of Truth in the depths of his memory was slowly emitting a faint light, and its rotation speed was slightly faster than usual.

It was the power of the Book of Truth that made him sober up under the influence of [Forgetfulness].

Lloyd looked down at his current location and was standing on the outskirts of the Holy Grace Court.

This meant that the power of [Forgetfulness] was overflowing and spreading!

This couldn't go on, otherwise in a dozen minutes, this power would definitely cover this camp that accommodated thousands of people.

At that time, everyone would probably die...

Lloyd couldn't care less, and hurriedly held the statue of the saint tightly in his hand, ran quickly, and rushed into the temporary evidence storage room.

There were more than a dozen people lying in a mess inside, fortunately they were not in danger of life, but they were all like salted fish in a sinking ship, losing their dreams and pursuits, and just collapsed on the ground, motionless, and saw Lloyd come in, without even raising their eyelids.

It looked like this:

(:3_ヽ)_

And the voice in his ear seemed clearer and louder at this time, as if roaring in his ear:

"Forget your tension, forget your troubles, forget your goals..."

"Fuck you!"

Lloyd cursed, crossed the salted fish on the ground, and rushed directly to the direction where the sound came from.

It was a safe that stored various evidences, and it had been opened.

But the frog-faced judge who opened it was also lying softly on the side at this moment, losing his dream and having no desire to live.

Lloyd didn't care about them anymore, and directly took the risk of locking the convex and concave saint statue with his inspiration, and activated the third effect of [Distorted Realm].

Then, he felt that his inspiration seemed to touch something?

Rough, simple, mysterious, weird, unknown, as if it contained endless knowledge, but difficult to understand and touch...

It should be a book, an ancient book like "The Book of Truth".

Want...

Want!

Want!!

Want!!!

Want! Want! Want! Want! Want! Want! Want! Want!

In an instant, Lloyd felt an almost insane possessive desire surge in his heart, as if he had seen a new wife in a krypton gold mobile game, and wanted to take the book for himself.

He madly injected spiritual power into the [Distorted Realm] again, trying to snatch the book away.

But the power of the [Distorted Realm] seemed to be resisted and blocked by something, and it felt a little bit untwisted, as if a screw was twisted.

And the other party seemed to have noticed his intention, and the voice repeated in his ear gradually changed its words:

"Forget your goal, forget your thinking, forget your self..."

Obviously, this is much more deadly than the three sentences repeated before.

It is very likely that next, he will start to forget his breathing and heartbeat...

And the "Book of Truth" in Lloyd's mind also emitted a brighter light and rotated faster, as if to compete with the opponent, stubbornly protecting Lloyd's thoughts and mind.

Lloyd knew that he couldn't delay like this any longer.

So he decisively used his other empty hand to hold the pendant on his chest, the holy object code-named 5-782, [Desperate Counterattack]

He activated the effect of the holy object.

In an instant, the spiritual power in his body was sucked dry by the pendant, and a strong sense of fatigue swept over him like a tsunami, almost making him faint.

Fortunately, the level 5 [Dizziness Resistance] showed its value at the critical moment, allowing Lloyd to remain awake and continue to use inspiration to guide the direction of the pendant's next spiritual bombardment.

Tick-tock~

Lloyd seemed to hear the sound of water drops hitting the ground.

The power on the pendant gushed out and bombarded the locked statue of the Great Disrespectful Saint.

There were no gorgeous visual effects and light pollution. The so-called [Psychic Bombardment] was to let the spiritual power blast out like a high-pressure water cannon.

Under the influence of the [Distortion] system, this spiritual power also had the [Distortion] effect. During the flight, it twisted and entangled, like a spiral spear, hitting the power emanating from the statue of the saint.

Crack~ Crack~

Lloyd felt a strange friction sound in his ears, which was a kind of hallucination caused by the confrontation and duel of two forces.

Then, he seemed to hear a crisp sound like glass breaking.

The spiral spear-like [Psychic Bombardment] won this collision, broke through the barrier of [Forget] power, and sank into the statue of the saint.

This statue of the saint, which looked like a shameful figurine, began to twist and deform instantly, first rotating into a twisted style, and then like a wax figure thrown into a fire, it began to melt rapidly.

After three seconds, it completely turned into a pool of wax oil, and then gradually solidified into a pool of brown wax marks, looking like a piece of wood that melted and cooled down.

As the statue of the saint melted, the crazy possessiveness in Lloyd's heart gradually disappeared, and his mood slowly calmed down.

Then, he heard the annoying repetition in his ear, which turned into the last curse:

"Eskimir, you damn lunatic!"

Then the voice disappeared completely.

"Hu~Hu~"

Lloyd panted violently, stretched out his hand to hold the low-foot cabinet next to him, and then sat on it softly, continuing to pant.

The feeling of running out of spiritual power all at once was really uncomfortable. Although the body still had strength and could move, it felt like the body was hollowed out, empty.

Fortunately, the permanent effect of [Desperate Counterattack] was also taking effect at this time, and began to help him recover spiritual power.

After about two minutes of rest, Lloyd felt much better.

If this holy object did not have this permanent effect, it would be fatal to use it...

Lloyd complained in his heart, and then looked down at the salted fish lying on the ground, and [investigated] them one by one.

Fortunately, he did not become a dead fish, but just fainted.

They were not mentally polluted, and were basically in a state of ‘mild insanity’ or ‘normal’.

“Huh~ I barely managed it, right?”

Lloyd whispered, and stood up again, approaching the safe where the statue of the saint was stored before.

The wood-colored wax marks condensed on it were emitting some very unique spirituality.

This should be a very unique and high-end material, right?

Lloyd quickly drew out the dagger from his waist, and took out a piece of oil paper from the storage bag, scraped off the wood-colored wax marks bit by bit, leaving no drop, and then carefully wrapped it with oil paper and put it back into the storage bag to preserve the spirituality.

He shrank back into the corner, leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, continuing to rest and waiting for the recovery of his spiritual power.

He couldn't help but recall the curse he heard in his ear.

Eskimir... This name seems to be a consultant, right?

Thanks to Te Xiaoha for the 100 points reward.

Thanks to the 100 points for bending down to give.

Thanks to the 500 points for giving to Evelor to buy a small dessert.