Blue and White Society

Chapter 68 – God Of Time Travel

Chapter 68 God of Time Traveling

“Impossible…” They knew that magicians possess great power, but the resurrection was still too outrageous.

There are also some mages who have researched the spell of rebirth of the dead, but those are undead, and real resurrection does not exist.

Especially just now the other party used very holy power to heal Mrs. Knight, how could it be possible to use such an evil technique?

At this moment, Mo Poor faced the corpse on the ground and wanted to activate the resurrection technique.

However, he was taken aback, but found that he could not resurrect the other party.

Because the big knight is an enemy unit, he just killed it with his own hands.

His resurrection can only be used on friendly units. According to the hostility judgment tested in the League of Legends before, anyone who kills can be resurrected, but he himself can’t.

“I remember that there are resurrection props…”

Mo Poor searched in the backpack, and soon found the goblin pacemaker, which has a chance to revive a dead person.

Right-click on the woman and trade directly.

“Ah! This is it?” The woman couldn’t see the transaction column, but she could vaguely feel that the Shengmu in front of her was about to trade with her. No matter what she paid, even if she didn’t pay anything, she could still get an item.

After accepting it in her heart, she suddenly felt that the inner pocket of her clothes sank, and something appeared on her body out of thin air.

“It’s amazing…” The woman looked at Shengmu ignorantly, not knowing what it meant.

“Resurrect him.” Mo Poor said.

The woman is just an ordinary person. Although she also felt that it was absurd to resurrect her husband with such a strange thing, the power and mystery of Shengmu still made her want to try it.

“Be careful, it may turn Lord Knight into an undead!” Someone reminded from the tower.

However, the woman shook her head, reminiscing about the previous holy light. She could feel that it was a kind of sacred and tolerant power, which made her feel the most powerful about the holy priest.

“How to use it?” the woman asked.

“Whatever you want.” Mo Qiong said.

He doesn’t know how to use it. For him, it’s just a click of the mouse.

I saw the woman kneeling next to the corpse and putting the pacemaker on her husband. She didn’t do anything at all, and she could feel a mysterious ritual going on.

It seems that as long as this ritual is completed, the husband will wake up from the dead.

At the same time, Mo Poor could see the readings when the woman used the props.

“Ah!” When the reading was over, Sean’s eyes suddenly opened, and his chest heaved violently.

This scene shocked everyone, and the soldiers in the castle ran out one after another, looking at the revived knight in amazement.

Sean was lying on the ground, looking at the red dragon not far away, he jumped up and raised his big sword.

Seeing his wife at the side, he instinctively protected her behind him.

“Did you get knocked out? What a powerful dragon! Damn it, it’s transformed into a dragon again… If I can fly, I can only be beaten passively…” Sean murmured, checking his body at the same time, and found that he was seriously injured , the state is also very bad.

“Ma’am, why are you here? Leave now, I will fight her!”

Madam kept you and shouted: “Don’t! That’s just the mount of the magician. You have died once, and she brought you back to life.”

“Have you died once? How is it possible!” Sean calmed down and noticed Sheng Mu riding on the dragon’s back.

“Mount…How could a dragon be a mount…”

At the same time, the soldiers in the castle ran out one after another and surrounded Sean.

“My God… are you really resurrected?”

“It’s unbelievable, you were… beaten to pieces…”

Killed in the game, the body is intact, but this is the real world. When Sean died, the armor was completely shattered, and the body was even more blackened, and the torso was blown through.

He doesn’t even have a heart, and the resurrection of the pacemaker makes no sense, but this is a resurrection tool after all, and he resurrected him without reason.

Everyone can see that this is not an undead, but a real resurrection.

Although Sean still suffered serious injuries, he was already half healed, at least all the fatal injuries disappeared.

His eyes are bright, and his body is warm. My wife can feel his heartbeat when holding him.

“Calm down!” Madam pulled him and told him what happened just now.

Sean stared blankly at Sheng Mu who was riding on the red dragon, looked up at those eyes filled with holy light, and naturally knew that the person in front of him was an unbelievably strong existence.

“I’m sorry, respected mage, everything is my fault, please forgive me…” Sean said half-kneeling.

Mo Poor smiled and gave him a recovery.

Immediately healed his injury completely, and Sean also felt the pleasure that lasted for fifteen seconds.

Then…he saw that the other party had upgraded, there was no special effect, just when he checked, the level changed to level nine.

“My God! What kind of divine power is this?” Sean felt the holy light surging in his body in amazement.

Mo Poor typed: “This is Holy Light…you are actually level nine.”

“Ninth level? No, no, no, how could I be a Sanctuary, I’m just a knight… You, are you a Sanctuary?” Sean asked.

Mo Poor was speechless, and said, “No.”

Then asked some more questions, and kept learning about the world from this guy.

Sean is considered a strong man in this backcountry, and from him, he can also learn about the power system of this world.

He soon figured out that this is a typical fantasy world. There is magic power in the world, that is, a kind of energy. Using this power can become a superman, strengthen the body or weapons, or become a spellcaster, imitating all kinds of nature. Phenomenon.

In the recovery just now, the healing effect was seriously overflowing, which is equivalent to a large amount of energy not being used, dissipating and disappearing like a waste.

As a trained warrior, Sean absorbed a small portion of the energy of the Holy Light in those fifteen seconds, became stronger, and his mana and health grew a lot.

In Mo Poor’s case, it is shown as a promotion.

There is no doubt that the level he checked is based on the comprehensive consideration of the game rules based on the strength of the target.

With Sean’s strength, he is only worthy of a level eight or nine.

In the World of Warcraft game, it is a novice account, which can be upgraded to the level in five minutes.

But for Sean, this is the result of his ten years of hard training.

Mo Poor cast Restoration again, continuously letting the holy light emerge from his body and absorbing it for him.

Unfortunately, Sean’s absorption efficiency is too slow, and only a small amount of the overflowing holy light remains as his energy.

It is equivalent to infusing millions of holy light energy, and as a result, more than 990,000 were wasted, and only a few dozen points were absorbed.

But it doesn’t matter, the recovery skill is instant, and doesn’t consume much mana. With the attainments of this Holy Shepherd, even if you use the recovery technique a hundred times, you won’t see any decrease in mana. After all, passive mana recovery is too fast…

Mo Poor continued, giving Sean recovery a thousand times.

Such a prodigal behavior made Sean look stupid. Every time he can absorb 30 parts per million, a thousand times down, let him get more than 30,000 energy, but wasted more than one billion…

Does Shengguang not want money?

“How much energy do you have…” Sean said in horror.

In just a few minutes, he felt that he was much stronger, and Mo Poor also saw that his level had been raised to twenty-four.

According to Sean’s description, this is equivalent to a master.

Above the master is the epic level, above that is the legend, and above the legend is the sanctuary…

Mo Poor has never seen anything else, and he doesn’t know what level 110 is.

“Ah… It’s hard to calculate, anyway, it won’t be used up.” Mo Poor said.

“…” Sean was dumbfounded. In fact, his and Mo Poor’s ideas were completely inconsistent.

Mo Poor consumes very little mana when using skills, but because of the high level and high equipment level, the game data is inherently large, so for Sean, this energy is too much and too strong.

Such powerful energy, from the perspective of this world, should all belong to Mo Poor.

This is a conceptual problem. He doesn’t know the holy light, but only thinks it is a certain form of mana. For them, all spellcasting is the conversion of energy, so he thinks it is the huge energy contained in Mo Poor’s body.

But in fact, for Warcraft characters, mana consumption and released energy are not equivalent. Mana is only an introduction, while holy light is the energy that exists objectively. How much you use depends on your strength.

Into this world, the holy light is probably a certain aspect of the power of the world. Tapping the keyboard to cast a spell is just using a little mana to misappropriate the power of the world.

Of course, it is more likely that there is no holy light in the world, and Mo Poor uses more skills, and there are more and more holy lights in this world, and finally form a part of the power of the world.

“Forget it, this guy’s progress is too slow.” Mo Poor thought to himself and stopped casting spells. After pressing the keyboard for a long time, his hands were sore.

It turned out that Sean was only at level 24. He wanted to help him level up all the time to see how much the full level was, but he found that Sean’s leveling up was slower as he went to the back, so he gave up.

“If he forms a team with me, he should also have experience in spawning monsters?”

“No, my level is too high, and he only has 1 point for spawning monsters.”

“How about…send him to the game?”

Mo Poor thought to himself, Sean is a character in the real world, at least for himself and this world, he is a living, real existence.

Since the character of Warcraft can exist in this lower world, then he should be able to exist in the World of Warcraft game in turn…or even other games.

Mo Poor suddenly realized that for this kind of low-level world, he is equivalent to the **** of time travel.

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p.s: Sorry.

(end of this chapter)