The skeleton fell to the ground and turned into ash.
The flying knife that had been stuck in his body and turned into a pile of bone spurs also fell down, and Alka walked over and picked up the flying knife.
Looked carefully.
“I didn’t expect it to work so well at this time.” This was the attack method that A-Ka had just come up with on a whim.
He had not expected to have such a serious impact on the skeleton, which was also a skeleton.
A large number of bone spurs protruding from the gaps in the skull completely blocked the movements of his upper body.
Otherwise, it will take more effort on this level.
The environment changed again.
Alka returned to the hall.
The number on the gate in front showed the sign of five.
Looking at the sign on the gate, Alka was wondering whether he should continue to the next level for the trial?
According to speculation, the strength of the enemy on the next level should have reached 18 spirals, while he himself only has 14 spirals.
If he were to be left outside, Alka might still think that he has a chance of winning against a higher level opponent.
But after fighting on these levels, Alka discovered that every enemy here had the potential to fight against opponents of higher levels.
Whether it is the combination of spells or the offensive skills, it can be said to be very suitable.
Fortunately, the only thing that made Alka feel relieved was that the enemies here did not have the treasure.
If any of these enemies have a treasure in their possession, he will be in trouble.
Although the spell effect displayed by the skeleton just faced was already of the top level, like a spell derived from a treasure.
But after all, it is not as powerful as mastering the treasure.
The spell that the skeleton just mastered, combined with his attack method, can kill anyone who is not careful, even if he has a treasure.
There is also a high possibility of dying at his hands.
Think about it.
Alka decided to continue to the next level.
After all, he had mastered two treasures. Even if he could foresee that the enemies on the next level were definitely the type that would target him.
But as long as you don't have the treasure, you can accept it and have a certain chance of winning.
And if he is really in danger of death at that time, he can also leave by admitting defeat.
Thinking of this, Alka pushed the door open with force.
As the state returned to perfection, Alka entered.
The scenery before him did not appear to be unfavorable to him as Alka had imagined.
It is a circular stone platform with the edge surrounded by railings.
It doesn't feel like an arena.
Instead, it's a bit like a training ground.
In front of him was a middle-aged man wearing slimming grey clothing.
His facial expression and features look very ordinary. If you throw him into a crowd of people, you won't have any impression of him.
He just kept his hands behind his back and looked at Alka.
Seeing Alka turn her attention to him, he nodded slightly.
"Hello, Trialist. I am the instructor of this Trial Tower. From now on, I will be your opponent."
Can you speak and communicate?
Alka frowned. Why did those enemies just now show no possibility of communication?
Why did changes happen at this level?
"Why can you communicate? Is there any difference between this floor and other floors?"
Facing Alka's problem.
The middle-aged man opposite who claimed to be an instructor was very patient.
Said: "Because this level is the limit of your strength, and the previous levels are beyond your strength.
If you can't even clear the levels below your strength, then you naturally don't need an instructor to adjust your fighting methods.
If you clear the level, the tower will decide whether you need an instructor to make adjustments based on your previous fighting style, to help you better master your own strength."
"I see. Thank you for your answer."
After listening to this, Alka nodded and said, it seems that this is the real training ground.
This is the place that is truly called the Tower of Trial.
Breaking through yourself and striving for progress is not something you can do alone; the Tower of Trials will provide help.
"You're welcome."
As he spoke, the instructor in front of him looked at him and said, "Do you consider yourself a long-range spellcaster? A trickster?"
Alka nodded, that was indeed how he positioned himself.
At the same time, morphological transformation is carried out through simulation to take more aspects into consideration.
Seeing Alka nod, the instructor in front of him shook his head.
"Then you don't seem to be doing very well. If you just keep avoiding, that can be considered deceitful."
This sentence made Alka feel a little embarrassed on the spot.
Because what he said was indeed true, his favorite thing to do in battle was to create distance and then attack.
Or switch to the state of Dream Reaper for close combat.
There is nothing wrong with that; the problem is that there is absolutely no deception whatsoever.
The only deceptive actions are the mirror maze and its coordination with the realm of travel.
The instructor said nothing more, but raised his hand and made a white sign to Alka.
"Attack me with all your might."
Do you look down on people so much?
Since that's what he said, Alka was no longer polite. After all, this was a place of trial.
Without hesitation, he started with the mirror.
The maze of mirrors instantly surrounded the entire stone platform.
And the instructor just stood in the maze.
"Does this thing consume a lot of magic power?"
"Not much." Alka's voice came from all directions.
It seems like a lot, but for Alka who has a mirror, this consumption is acceptable.
After hearing this, the instructor didn't say anything more. He just stood there and closed his eyes.
“There’s a spell on the mirror’s surface that blocks detection, um… but it’s too crude.
Mirror mazes are just used to deceive the vision, but they don’t work for many creatures, right?
And what if you face an enemy that doesn't use eyes to see?"
A mirrored card drew an arc from the rear corner and flew towards the instructor.
A tiny magic bullet the size of a finger flew out and hit the card accurately.
This magic bullet had nothing to commend it except its speed. After accurately hitting the card, the card instantly tilted and lost much kinetic energy, and fell to the ground.
More cards flew in from every direction.
The flying paths of these cards are not straight lines, but various arcs, which seem to be impossible to defend against.
"Multi-angle attacks, and the flying angles are weird. It's really good for an enemy. Such offensive skills are worthy of praise."
Faced with such an attack, the instructor gave up the idea of ​​hitting them all with magic bullets. He raised his hand and swung it vigorously.
The magic power scattered.
A strange scene appeared.
All the cards suddenly swayed in the air, as if they were blown by a strong wind, lost their original flight trajectory, and slid crookedly everywhere.
“The technique of using magic to vibrate the air is cheap and easy to learn.
If you know some wind-related spells, this move will be easier to break.
There are too many shortcomings.”
After praising Alka's attack, he followed it up with a wave of belittlement.
He mentioned both the advantages and disadvantages.
Then a magic bullet appeared in his hand, with an unknown and crude spell attached to it.
Throw it out gently.
The spell was thrown high into the air and instantly flew towards where Alka was hiding.
The moment it flew away, it suddenly accelerated.
It hit Alka hard.
Fortunately, Alka remained alert and rolled to the side, avoiding the attack.
"It's a very simple [Guidance] spell, even a child can learn it."
Children 30,000 years ago were very different from children today.
Alka complained silently.
Then the instructor simply opened his hands, and magic bullets condensed and floated above his head.
Then it quickly smashed towards where Alka was.
They are densely packed together to form a straight line.
This Alka had to dodge by moving quickly through the mirror.
"There is obviously a better solution. Why do you have to use teleportation? Doesn't this kind of evasion consume a lot of magic power?"
The instructor raised various questions, affecting Alka's thoughts.
But let's be honest.
Alka felt that he was right, but these words obviously could not affect his thoughts.
The intensity is too low.
There is indeed a better way, if magic is used for calculation.
Whether it is summoning a mirror to block, or turning into a dream death to flash.
The magic power consumed will be slightly lower than using a mirror to travel through time.
"Use your pink mist. It can affect the operation of other magic. It only requires a little more precise control."
Apparently what the instructor said was different from what Alka understood.
The instructor said this with his eyes still closed, sensing his position in a way that Alka couldn't understand.
The magic bullets thrown into the sky by him accurately found Alka's position under his control and attacked continuously.
Alka followed his instructions and released a large amount of pink mist.
After the fog spread, the speed of all the magic bullets was slowed down. This is a function of the pink fog.
"Have you ever wondered what the nature of your Pink Mist powers is?"
As he spoke, Alka was still controlling the mist, trying to block the magic bullets that were flying towards him.
As the fog slowed down the magic bullets, he was able to dodge more calmly on the spot.
But this kind of fog operation made the instructor shake his head slightly, it was too rough.
"As a dream king, your manipulation of dream mist is so crude? It seems that you obtained this status through special opportunities.
I hope you will work harder, otherwise you will bring shame to the kings."
This instantly made Alka even more embarrassed, as this was an absolutely irrefutable fact.
He had no choice but to answer the previous question.
"It's a dream, a dream."
Alka replied while dodging.
"No, it's the true essence."
"Spirit."
"Correct. Your magic power has been completely transformed into spiritual attributes. You are a natural trickster. So why... you don't seem to have any attacks or spells related to the spirit?"
From here, one can hear great doubts from the instructor.
"..." Alka was silent for a while.
He couldn't say that he discovered the true nature of his magical changes only a dozen days after he became a descendant of the Dream God and the Dream King.
He had never paid much attention to the nature of the power of the pink mist before, and just regarded it as some power of the dream catcher.
It was only a dozen days ago that he realized something seemed wrong.
The pink mist of the dream catcher is completely different from the pink mist after his magic power is assimilated.
They also have a spiritual nature, because dreams are the spiritual world.
He was able to make this discovery thanks to the power of the dream kings and the bloodline of the dream gods.
Dreams are not dreams.
But the pink mist of the dream catcher is mixed with the rule of "dream scavenger".
His magic is just the essential spirit.
"When you turned into that dream creature, why did you just really use it as a powerful melee form?"
"Isn't it true that his magic is essentially the same as yours? That should have been a bigger change, right?"
"The mirror mask you're using can simulate more changes. Why don't you match it up?"
Stop reading, Master.
The instructor's various words had made Alka lose all thought of attacking.
He criticized him almost to pieces and asked all kinds of fatal questions.
Alka has actually discovered many of the problems here, but he has not yet made, or does not want to make, changes.
Bad character traits, as well as other things and hobbies, shared his experience.
And the time was too short, and these powers were always acquired by him one after another .
It was too short, so he didn't have the time or energy to learn all of it.
Even if he used most of his rest time on reading and studying, it was still not enough.
He has only really been in this industry for a few years.
He spent almost all of his time doing the most basic supplementation through the books in Lucelia's dream library.
He had to do it now.
"Your powers are too complex. Each one of them is great on its own, but when they are mixed together they only hinder you.
You are too young. Compared with your achievements, your age seems too young. This is your advantage, but also your disadvantage.
I can see that you don't seem to have received this kind of education since childhood. How long have you been in my industry?"
"Well... the time is a bit blurry, but probably about 5 years."
“……” After saying this, the instructor himself fell silent.
"Okay, kid, I take it back. You've done a great job."
“But afterwards, you have to make a choice. Don’t be in a hurry. Just take your time .
You are no longer a mortal. You have the blood of God and the power of kings. Time will not leave any more traces on you. "
This is a true wild genius who must be helped to grow carefully.
The instructor has opened his eyes, and one can even see a faint gleam in his eyes.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
The mirror maze surrounding him shattered in an instant.
"The hardness of each mirror seems to be about the same. We just need to use similar magic power to vibrate them around."
He said it as if to show off.
Alka just stood there and nodded.
"Your power is not organized, and your attacks are disorganized, just like a wild move.
Didn't your elders teach you how to fight? You don't seem to have any training at all."
After hearing what the instructor said, Alka nodded.
"Yes, the fighting methods shown at this stage are all just what I figured out through my own random thoughts."
"Hmm..." The instructor hesitated. The situation was worse than he thought.
“I don’t really know what it’s like out there anymore, I can sense some changes.
It seems that what I said about normal no longer applies to the outside world, but being stronger is not a bad thing, right?
No matter how the world changes, it will always be like this, everything is determined by power... Alas."
He seemed to be more than just a byproduct of the Tower of Trials.
“But my experience should still be applicable.”
As he spoke, he looked up at Alka and said seriously: "Remember what I just said, the essence of power is yourself, don't use the treasure as a weapon or a tool.
You should understand its essence, study its power, and then control it."
“You might think it works well at this stage, but it’s like swinging a knife around.
A sharp blade can certainly allow you to cut your enemies with a random swing, but why not use a more refined and skillful swing?
In this way he becomes your strength.
You are in control of the Blade, not the other way around."
Alka nodded. He understood what the instructor wanted to say.
“The first thing you need to do is to construct a deceptive system according to the nature of your magic. Everything that is alive has a spirit.
This is a great advantage. The essence of your bloodline power is moving in this direction, so you must move in this direction. "
"When you have your own ideas, come back next time and I will teach you in person and give you some advice."
Saying good night the instructor looked at Alka and waved.
"You failed. I look forward to your next trial."
The words fell.
Alka disappeared on the spot.
Once again he returned to the place where he entered the Tower of Trial.
"Your result in this trial is passing level 4. Congratulations." The triangle said as it floated beside.
The others also gathered around.
"How does it feel inside? What kind of test is it? Spiritual? Or combat?"
"Let me correct you. This trial tower specializes in combat. The trial tower used for the mind has been destroyed long ago. It's a pity that you can't experience it." The triangle said beside him.
Alka listened to everyone's questions and answered, "Well, it was quite rewarding. It helped me sort out my thoughts during this period.
I suggest you all try it, it is very, very useful."
It was just as the instructor said, his power was too chaotic and there was no main thread.
Multiple threads run in parallel, but they cannot assist each other.
I wanted it all, yet I got nothing.
His time did not allow it, so he had to read like crazy and absorb knowledge to make up for his missing foundation.
He needs to re-plan a better path for his current power system.
Look forward to the next trial.
Alka decided to stay on this island for a while to sort out the system of power.
And it is rare to have so many suitable enemies in a Trial Tower without endangering one's life.
But this needs to be discussed with everyone.
Let's wait until they each complete a trial first.
Thinking of this, Alka looked at them and said, "After you all pass once, let's discuss the next steps, how about that?"
"No problem, I'll do it this time."
Xia Daiti said as he stood on the transmission platform.
Following Alka's actions just now, he raised his left hand and placed it on the stone pillar, then disappeared on the spot.
Looking at the disappearing Xiadaiti, Jason turned to look at Alka and asked.
"How long were you there, if you can tell from your own feelings?"
"Probably between 10 and 15 hours." Alka thought for a moment and said.
He couldn't tell an exact time, especially in the tense battle, he felt that time was speeding up and slowing down.
Especially when he was in the forest, what was tested was his patience, and that level should have consumed the most of his time.
After answering this question, Alka looked up at the sky.
"It seems that this tower has time-related functions."
He didn't notice it when he just came out, but now that Jason asked him, he probably understood the reason for asking this question.
"Yes, it was actually less than two hours from the time you went in to the time you came out. We were wondering why you were so fast."
"And you don't seem to be injured? And you didn't pass the level either, so how did you get down?" Julia asked, looking at Alka from the side.
After all, Alka didn't look like he had ever been through a battle. Not only did he have no scars on his body, but he also didn't seem to have consumed much physical strength or magic power.
Hearing this, Alka smiled and briefly explained some of the mechanisms of the tower to everyone.
"I see. In other words, the most important thing is to face the one with equal strength to your own?" Jason said.
Alka nodded.
Only when you reach that level will there be instructors to help you.
"While you are waiting, how about doing me a favor?" The triangle floating nearby suddenly said.
Look at the eyes that everyone turned to look at.
He explained: "You should also know that the concentration of magic power on this island is very high, because the structure of the stone tower itself has such ability.
Because of the fragmentation and the passage of time, the magic power dissipated and increased the concentration of the entire environment. Objects that were affected and became alive began to absorb and rob the magic power on the island.
This has had a certain impact on the maintenance of the Trial Tower. If you don't mind, you can clean up these elemental lives while you wait."
Hearing this, Alka nodded.
"no problem."
After all, cleaning up these elemental lives can also help you obtain the necessary materials, so why not do it?