Infinite Throne

   Chapter 671 Sing a song for you at the end

  Irin has exhausted all the crystal stocks in the storage space, and the remaining perfect crystals are all placed in the cellar. To be precise, the cellar was being folded into the shape of a star by the magician's strange ability of "folding space" and stepped on it.

  In a temporary emergency, everything happened between the electric light and flint, Yi Rin didn't want to delay for a second, it was too late to open the teleportation circle, and took out the crystal from the cellar as the driving energy of the "freedom method".

  Fortunately, when Yilin turned on [Bloodthirsty Disaster], his hand speed was extremely fast. After stacking the agility attribute to the level of breaking the lock, the remaining temporary attribute points were all applied to the spiritual attribute.

Although the    spiritual attributes did not reach the limit of the second layer of spiritual locks, they were almost the same.

   Five [Star Fruits], the epic title [Shadow Warlock], and the increase of the spirit value of the enchanted weapon, so that the upper limit of Irin's spirit value has reached an unprecedented 120%!

   With nearly 4000 points of psionic energy, it is outrageous that Yilin can pour out like a quick gunner in less than a minute.

  If there is no such increase, Iren might be facing the dilemma of depletion of psionic power at this moment.

  Irin raised her head.

   Sure enough,

  The subspace created by the space of evil thoughts can only "slightly" trap these thousands of pale palms.

   In less than a second, they touched the small hand and began to erase the boundary of the subspace.

  In the world of black and white, due to their erosion, holes of different sizes appeared on all sides.

   At the other end of the void, is the starry sky of Cuckoo Town, another space.

   right now.

  Irin could not confirm whether there was a "will" in these terrifying pale palms like locusts. But because of Yi Rin's tireless obstruction, he finally caught the attention of one of the hands. That palm, like a small tadpole, swung its wrist and quickly approached Yilin.

   From the approaching pale palm, Irin didn't feel the slightest bit of strange energy or surging aura. But it was this strange existence, the strange "creatures" that came out of the spatial fissure violently blasted by the mage, leaving Yilin and the mage helpless and almost exhausted their cards, but they did nothing.

  's mood changed, and Irin's eyes kept dripping with black blood. He estimated the speed of his palm and crushed a card at will.

   "The Obsidian Sword!"

   Cut in two!

  Fuck!

  Hands are not broken!

  The sword is broken.

  Irin watched in amazement as the obsidian sword slashed into the pale palm—he was just planning to give it a try. The attributes stated that the obsidian sword with a sword that broke in two was attached to it, but in an instant, it was touched by that terrifying little hand, and a piece was directly "gnawed".

   turned into a broken sword that severed in two.

  The little hand touched it after obliterating the obsidian sword.

  Irin didn't plan to use her body to taste the shaking of her little hand.

   This pale palm seems to carry some kind of mysterious power. Although it looks weak, it can obliterate everything that comes into contact with it, which is very terrifying.

This is no longer about any energy, strength, or attribute level. I have to ask Yiren to find an adjective to describe that palm, the feeling it gave him when he gnawed the obsidian sword, compared to any description of power, Irin felt that it was more like a...

rule.

   is similar to the props of the "Ordinary Series".

The product of    rules.

   There seems to be a kind of "once you touch it, it's over" rule.

   is unreasonable and overwhelming.

   "His."

  Fortunately, that hand was not very interested in Yi Rin. When Yi Rin was fighting wits and bravery with the lonely pale palm, the space of evil thoughts he released with the help of [Happy Mask] has been tossed into a thousand holes. It was like a balloon that had been pierced with countless holes. Yiren could no longer continuously output psionic energy to maintain the space of evil thoughts and let it dissipate.

After    came out of the space of evil thoughts, the army of palms, who was blocked by Yi Rin for only a few seconds, was approaching the mage who was concentrating on rolling circles at an extremely fast speed.

  The mage was sweating profusely, and his expression was very anxious. The conveyor ring in front of him is about the size of a washbasin, and after rubbing it for a while, it seems to be done, and it can accommodate one person to pass.

  Irin once again endured the severe pain in her eyes and her blurred vision, and activated [Analysis Vision].

   The mage's circling movements and the invasion of his palms all slowed down.

  Irin stepped into the void, sat cross-legged, lost in thought.

   At this moment, Yi Rin's speed of thinking and deduction surpassed the physical level, and he was deducing each possible future.

   All the trajectories of palm movements became thousands of dotted lines in Irin's "horizon".

   At the end of the trajectory of tens of thousands of pale palms, it is the mage.

  —Mage, will be overwhelmed by them.

   was taken away by them.

  The futures deduced by Irin will only lead to the same ending: mage, pawn.

   "I can't save him in the end."

   In an instant, a faint sadness surged into my heart.

  Emotions are not strong enough to be the food for 【Happy Mask】.

   But at the moment when everything was quiet and everything slowed down, Yi Rin deeply and deeply tasted this sad emotion.

  Unconsciously, the mage became a teacher and a friend like A Deng on the way forward.

  If the mage really died, Yilin couldn't say he was mad with grief, but he would definitely be sad for a while.

  Maybe, next year today, Yilin will put the mage's favorite food on the mage's weedy grave, and then carve a delicate fruit basket, and show off his superb knife work by the way.

  Irin thinking is racing.

   He is thinking, deducing, pondering, and making the final effort.

   At the end, what else could he do to try to keep the Supreme Master alive?

  Just…just a few seconds!

  The Master will be ready soon!

The items in the    storage space flashed in Yi Rin's mind.

   All the skills, abilities, and means he possesses have become an element of the game.

  Irin is looking for a short future where the Supreme Mage can survive.

   "Huh? I haven't tried this one."

  Irin suddenly remembered something.

  Here, seems to be Green's territory.

Yup!

here,

   is Green's territory!

   That Green, how could he tolerate these locusts and spread wild in his own territory?

   The time that passes slowly, re-circulates.

   In front of Irin, he could barely see anything, and everything was only a hazy phantom.

   is like a person who is highly short-sighted and does not wear glasses, everything he sees in his eyes.

   With extremely fast hand speed, he took out a prop from the corner of the empty storage space, which he did not know where to use it.

  —[The Nightmare Score Chapter 6].

  Crush the card.

   A little bit of brilliance, in Yi Rin's hands, gathered into an ancient parchment scroll.

On the    parchment scroll, someone used mottled ink to compose a musty staff.

   That is a song.

   That is a strange melody that lingers in his mind like a nightmare whenever Yilin opens this [Nightmare Score Chapter 6].

   "If you die in the end, I will incense you in the future."

Before   Irin sang, she silently said this sentence to the completely ignorant mage in her mind.

   He didn't say it.

  The mage will definitely be angry.

   listen to the song,

calm down,

   Even if you can't sing well,

   is also considered a farewell.

   In case the farewell becomes a farewell, the mage is not at a loss, at least he earned an extra farewell song.

  Irin started to sing loudly with this thought of breaking the jar.

   The strangeness is mixed with a bit of sad melody. When Yilin opened the staves of the sheepskin roll, it appeared in Yilin's mind, lingering and unforgettable.

   That song seems to be imprinted in the depths of the soul.

   "There is a girl who was born in the royal family,"

   "As the old ballads say,"

   "She is the most beautiful girl in the royal family,"

   "She was in the castle of stones every night,"

   "Sleeping alone,"

   "Any sound that wakes the dead,"

   "I can't even wake her up..."

  Irin's voice was not loud, but it was extremely lethal.

   Mage did not expect that the farmer would choose to sing at such a time.

   Are you serious?

   Is it that warm?

   So unrestrained?

   What he didn't expect was that the raging palms, the tens of thousands of palms that were ready to put their hands on the mage, surrounded the mage with various gestures at the moment when Yi Rin's singing sounded, and fixed it in the space.

   Palms, stop!

  Irin continued to sing.

   is really just singing.

   The palm that stopped, moved again.

   But they no longer rushed towards the mage, but were as uniform as when they came and receded like a tide.

Return!

  They actually retreated!

   It turns out that singing Green's song is really effective!

  Irin was a little surprised as she sang.

  When he got this score, he also thought about it for a while, but found nothing useful.

   After a while, Yi Rin vaguely understood the reason.

   It seems that singing Green's songs on Green's site seems to be suspected of being a fox and a tiger!

   The army of pale palms, coming and going quickly.

   In less than ten seconds, they all entered the crack at the end of the sky. The rifts are still there, but they never seem to come.

  The Supreme Master saw this scene, although he didn't know what "magic" Yilin was changing, but the effect was there. He continued to maintain the movement of drawing a circle. After Yilin used the "Nightmare Music Score" to force back those palms, the Supreme Mage drew the teleportation circle for a long time, and finally expanded to a size large enough for one person to pass.

   "Call—"

  Irin let out a long sigh of relief.

   He stopped singing.

   The singing stopped, and the terrifying Pale Palm Legion did not make a comeback.

   As if they were really scared.

"it is finally over."

  Irin is so tired.

   Moreover, he felt a little ashamed to sing in front of the mage.

Master    wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and floated up. At this time, he knew it was time to maintain his style. With a smile on his face, he invited Yi Rin: "Want to travel to my world?"

"my world,"

   "There are countless planets,"

   "There are parallel dimensions,"

   "There are new and interesting technologies,"

   "There are all kinds of human beings,"

   "There is a demigod who can dance awkwardly,"

   "By the way, the Wanda I was talking about changed from being married to being widowed before I left."

   "Trust me, she's really awesome."

   "Even if you don't like Wanda, maybe, in my world, you can find a beautiful wife or lover and end your single life. Believe me, being single is not good for your health, it's really bad."

   The Master made an invitation to Yilin in a joking tone.

   But Yilin could see that the mage was serious.

   His eyes were full of hope.

   Whether you want to continue academic exchanges, or during this time, the two have developed a real friendship.

   In short, the mage seems to really hope that Yilin can go to his world and continue to explore the possibility of combining spells and crystal grains together.

   (end of this chapter)