Chapter 785 — Mind Storm
Blade of Dawn · Page 4 of 4
Selina and Gao Yang, the latter still in his state of psychological invisibility, both changed expression slightly; the former stepped forward, and the lantern in her hand blazed with a radiance brighter than ever before, battering the halos surfacing behind the old man, contending against the force suffusing the square that kept drawing everyone's minds away.
Golden runes floated up around Yuri and expanded into tier upon tier of bulwarks capable of shielding them all; at the same time, the Radiant Order hierarch shouted without turning his head: "Magnum! Time to do something you're good at!"
Red-haired and short of stature, Magnum flung up both hands: "Mindstorm!"
In an instant, layer upon layer of light—seemingly real, seemingly illusory—rose like a tide across the whole square, and the tide abruptly became a resplendent storm; mighty psychic force scoured everything in Gao Yang's sight, scoured those "phantom residents" with fanatical expressions who had already begun surging forward in wave after wave.
In this projected town sustained by psychic power, the mindstorm—a spell that ought to have ranked among the more covert arts—whipped up a veritable "storm"!
Great numbers of hideous-faced phantom residents melted away in the storm like wax figures in a fire, torn to fragments; Gao Yang heard the old priest's roar of fury from before the church—having finally bared its fangs, the other party no longer maintained its earlier gentle, courteous pretense; a mad, twisted mind was its true form!
More phantom residents rushed out from the streets and alleys, surging in waves toward the exploration squad at the center of the square; the owl priests guarding the squad's flanks all unleashed attacks on the mental plane, steadily whittling down the enemy's numbers, while at Gao Yang's ear once again burst the thunderous roar of the Hierarch of the Nightmare Order: "Mindstorm!!"
A new storm swept in; the flagstones of the square were blown apart by this "true storm," the ceaselessly surging "phantom residents" were annihilated row upon row, the howling of the storm even drowned out the magnificent sacred music above the church, and the uncomfortable sensation of minds being peeled away and the will to resist fading rapidly abated.
At once the Hierarch of the Nightmare Order raised his hands again, his voice louder than the thunder within the storm:
"Mind-storm!"
"Mind-storm!!"