The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

However, when Alok stood in front of him, he was shocked and couldn't believe that this was still a real person.

From the outside, he had no facial features. The whole face was like a rag doll that was sewn together. And the sewing lines were twisted "earthworms".

There were two dark holes where his eyes were, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly. And the nose was completely gone. The hair was black spikes as thick as little fingers, half-long and drooping on the shoulders.

The mouth was sewn together by those "earthworms", and could only make a strange sound of "Woo~Woo~Woo~".

His hands were crossed in front of his chest and inserted into each other's sleeves, and the gestures and movements could not be seen. The feet were also completely suspended in the air.

It was hard to imagine that this was a person, a transcendent.

More like an eroded monster.

And under the astral vision, his whole body was composed of a group of twisted tentacles. This was originally the appearance of a magic binder, but this one was even more terrifying and disgusting.

There were some small brown tentacles among the tentacles, which were squeezed by the purple tentacles with barbs, but they struggled to squeeze out, just like prisoners imprisoned in the body of the magic binder.

Alok frowned, not daring to let down his guard.

Although surprised, he still made a response strategy in the first time.

Spread the mist. Pull out the crescent mark.

Under the shroud of smoke, it did not affect the magic binder's spellcasting at all.

To be precise, the mist did not affect any action of the magic binder at all. The mist could not block the magic binder's sight at all, nor could it prevent the spellcasting.

This was too unusual.

Alok quickly dodged a tentacle attack from the sea of ​​mental power.

He knew that this was just a tentative attack, not a sure kill.

But he immediately counterattacked. The knife light carrying the memory removal technique cut through the tentacle before it was retracted.

The effect was immediate.

A tentacle twisted madly and fell into the sea of ​​mental power, and was finally swallowed by the ruthless sea of ​​mental power. After many years, it finally settled in the deepest part of the sea of ​​mental power.

This aroused the ferocity of the binder, and he suddenly stretched out his hands hidden in his sleeves. To Sherlock's surprise, it was not his hands, but countless transparent "souls".

Countless will bodies flew out of it as if they were not willing to die.

Those pale white irrational spirits expanded on the sea of ​​mental power, screaming and destroying everything around them at a speed visible to the naked eye. A strong wave of mental power was raised on the sea of ​​mental power, hitting Alok at the speed of sound.

Alok's alarm bells rang in his heart, and he hurriedly waved his left hand gently, connecting his heart to the starry world. A wave of historical fluctuations began to stir up ripples from his fingertips, seemingly weak and powerless, but containing endless historical power.

The waves and ripples collided, without stirring up too much waves, only silently melting. Like ice and snow, they turned into waves on the sea of ​​mental power.

The Binding Master did not expect that such a blow could be easily resolved, but he quickly responded by stretching out two arms from behind and waving them in the air.

And Alok also turned into moonlight in the first moment after the two waves collided. With a flash of moonlight, he quickly approached the target.

Countless knife lights bloomed in the air like roses, and each blow carried the crescent mark of memory removal, densely forming a net to pounce on the Binding Master who was becoming more and more like a monster.

At this time, the Binding Master just began to wave his arms behind his back. Time seemed to have stopped.

The world became quiet, and the wind stopped breathing.

Alok's consciousness clearly realized that this was not the stillness of time, nor was it that he entered bullet time. It was an invisible force that firmly imprisoned everything in the world.

Everything around him seemed to be covered by a huge net, isolating himself from the outside world. Even his mental tentacles could not pierce this net.

The net was densely covered in every corner around him. It made the world sticky.

He suddenly recalled what Namu Sha had said to him.

A member of the Bound Heart came to Damia from Istans of the Northern Yami Kingdom with a high-level activating item.

He saw the arm behind the Bound Mage.

The arm was covered with non-reflective hair, and the tip of the arm was a sharp spike. Just like the foot of a spider.

This evoked the deepest memory in his heart.

"Bound Demon!!"

At that time, I and Ir were exploring the outer periphery of the Sunset Mountains and encountered a bound demon, which was also somewhat similar. It was also a spider, and it was also a web.

It imprisoned a human female knight and then absorbed power.

And the current situation made Alok sure that this thing was definitely related to the bound demon.

Seeing that the bound mage launched the next wave of attacks when Alok lost his ability to move, countless tentacles inserted into the sea of ​​mental power to absorb nutrients, growing wildly, and the entire space in the web was filled.

At this critical moment, Alok activated "release".

After releasing the control, there was only a short second for Alok to move, and any movement would be imprisoned and stuck by these webs. If he didn't move, he would be hit by these tentacles.

Alok could only temporarily transform into moonlight to hide for a short time.

Flashing was not very useful. Because his mental tentacles could no longer see the outside world. And the premise of flashing was that the mental tentacles could reach a place.

He swung the knife again to cut off a section of the tentacle, which fell into the sea of ​​mental power.

But this time, facing this behemoth seemed painless.

After this, Alok felt his movements restricted again, and the effect of the "net" appeared again.

And he felt that the environment around him was distorted and changed.

Knowing what was about to happen, Alok hurriedly used "Resolve" again regardless of his own mental consumption. Then he used a flash inside the space of the net to avoid the tearing that was charged to the extreme.

Alok's brain spun rapidly, looking for a way to escape.

If this goes on, he can't hold on for a few more "Resolves".

And the power of this binding mage has obviously not been consumed much. I have to get out quickly.

Behind me is the edge of the net? Should I try to open the door? ?

He turned his head and snapped his fingers without hesitation.

Something that gave Alok a headache appeared.

The extraordinary power of opening the door seemed to be suppressed. It was completely useless when facing the net. Maybe my level was not enough, or maybe the spell of opening the door could not open the door here. The target was not chosen correctly.

But the loss of this time was no longer enough for Alok to try to open the door again.

A tentacle attacked again, and Alok flashed. Flashed to the place where the tentacles were empty.

This couldn't go on.

He looked around at the looming nets around him. An idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Net? ?

Net? ?

Mental power net? ?

Could it be? ~~~

When I first started learning about the extraordinary, my father Richie taught me this technique. Used to seal and isolate extraordinary power. Whether it is historical memory or extraordinary characteristics. Or activated weapons. All can be used to seal and isolate.

How similar is it to myself now? ?

Trapped in a big net and unable to move. Cut off from all contact with the outside world.

But Richie also said that no matter what, the word "mental power net" cannot be read in Azerite.

I didn't know why before, but now as my understanding of the extraordinary deepens, I gradually understand that this is the fear of erosion.

And who is the object of fear? ?

If the mental power net is really the professional skill of the binding magician,

then of course it is the bound god!!

In addition, Richie let himself use the secret code to read the spell, which should also be a means of protection and a disguised means of using the power of the astral world.

Let himself rely on the special nature of the secret code to use the skills of other professions at level one.

But for now, this part of the function of the secret code is invalid.

So, his eyes shone brightly, and he decided to give it a try.

He pointed his right hand to the sky, encouraged his own mental power to connect to the astral world, and shouted in Elvish:

"Mental power net~~"