I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 453: The Subconscious Frustration of Being Stingy

After experiencing the battle in the Elf Kingdom, Alvin's body did become a little different.

Ivan himself did not have a very clear understanding of this, but if Rillifane or Alduin were here, they could have a very exaggerated discussion meeting.

In their opinion, the magic of Ivan lies in the strength of his soul.

Especially after absorbing the negative energy from the invading half-dragons, the strength of this kid's soul is simply incredible.

This is also the reason why he can become a mana storm and have almost unlimited spell slots.

But ever since Alvin ran to the astral realm and participated in the battle against the half-dragon god Valam, the strength of his soul - to be more precise, the total amount of his energy - has decreased.

After all, in order to offset the negative energy in Valam's body, the wealth that Ivan's subconscious mind had saved with great difficulty was almost completely consumed.

After that, Alvin absorbed the large lawn outside the Elf Kingdom, which was something that Corellon asked the elven gods to raise funds with their divine power.

Logically speaking, this energy is enough to make Alvin several times stronger than before.

But after this guy came down, apart from being able to regenerate his broken limbs, he looked no different from before.

Even the number of spell slots has not recovered to such an abnormal level.

This is also the reason why Alvin has been a little cautious recently.

Corellon, who was in charge of teaching divine skills, had also been wondering where the large lawn that was absorbed by this human had gone...

In fact, when he was in the Kingdom of Elf God, Alvin's subconscious mind began to weigh the pros and cons based on his past experiences.

If the energy allocated to Ivan's main consciousness is too strong, then this kid will definitely squander it like before.

After all, it is not a good habit to overdraw the energy that your subconscious mind has worked hard to accumulate and let your body enter a dormant state.

Moreover, the lawn in the Elf Kingdom gathers all kinds of attributes of the entire Elf God system. It looks lush and green, but it is actually a mess.

With the half-baked strength of the main consciousness, it would be strange if he wasn't driven crazy.

Therefore, it is better to store all the power that the main consciousness cannot control in the subconscious mind.

Firstly, it can make the main consciousness have no spare energy to waste and throw out hundreds of fireballs at any time;

Secondly, it is also to protect Evan’s precarious mental state so that he does not go further down the path of perversion.

But the subconscious is only a part of the consciousness after all.

When Alvin didn't know what was going on and stood in front of the sword light that was enough to destroy him thousands of times, his sleeping subconscious mind was almost going crazy.

Of course, it’s not because the sword’s power is too great or the energy stored in the subconscious is insufficient.

Rather, it is this behavior of being forced to participate in waste that makes the stingy subconscious mind very unhappy.

But no matter how unhappy you are, you still have to step forward when it’s time to protect yourself.

So, after calculating the optimal solution, he subconsciously decided to teach Ivan the mirror trick he learned from Labelas, and he also thoughtfully changed the divine power characteristics in the spell so that the spell mirror could have the same time rewinding effect as the original version.

For Alvin at this moment, these subconscious mental processes are just a confused perception:

Hey my! How did I learn the tricks of the silver-haired old elf?

Ouch? Not bad! Come on, let's go!

Controlling his new spell, Alvin controlled the mirror and began to move forward.

Labelas's time reversal is not a panacea. He can only rewind the matter or energy in a specific area to a few breaths ago.

After all, this is the main plane, and Labelas's spells are castrated versions of the plane.

However, for the current situation, these few breaths are more than enough.

Ivan kept moving forward, as if the light had encountered a real mirror, and the broad sword light was constantly compressed back.

Until Alvin walked up to the white fog, this seemingly powerful sword light could only move back and forth within a very narrow distance.

Little Lian looked at Ivan's back and felt a little strange for a moment.

Doesn’t my brother-in-law always put on an arrogant attitude as if he is the greatest person in the world every time he gets angry?

Why do you still look so stupid this time?

Not cool at all...

Xiling's reaction was relatively normal.

She quickly ran to Lian, dragged this troublesome sister to the corner of the tower, and handed her to Ariella.

Afterwards, he organized the Dark Elf City Guards who were still loading energy crystals, helped the fallen sorcerer to the ground, and quickly left the battlefield.

As for Labelas, who was standing on the ground with one hand and in a daze, an elf goddess with flapping wings came over to take care of him.

After doing all this, Xiling turned around and looked at Ivan.

The white fog had begun to dissipate at this time, and under the thick fog, the figure of the fourth knight Leon looked a little embarrassed.

There was blood all over his full-face helmet. It should be the effect of the [Poison Attack] that he had mixed with divine power before.

The whole body is no longer as straight as before, but rather seems to be curled up.

Leon crossed his right and left hands up and down, with his palms clenched in the air as if he was holding a weapon.

In front of him, a huge broad-bladed sword outlined by white mist continuously released sword light forward, but when it collided with the big bowl controlled by Ivan, it kept returning to its original appearance.

"How could it be... How could it be possible!

You are obviously just a human, why do you have the same divine attributes as that old elf?"

The sound beneath the helmet was still muffled, but no longer as casual as it had been at the beginning.

Ivan shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

"I don't know about that. I know nothing about gods or ghosts.

But you, barging into someone else's house and hacking around without asking for permission... Oh? You have the emblem of the royal family on you?

Are you a bandit leader in an official capacity?"

"Bandits? What are those..."

"Oh, sorry, in your words, he's a bandit leader..."

The two people who were already so close to each other suddenly became quiet.

A burst of white mist gushed out from under Leon's helmet, interrupting the meaningless release of divine power.

The sword light that had been flashing continuously suddenly disappeared.

Ivan also breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Keeping his arms raised all the time, even without having to bear any weight, is still very strenuous for this useless young man.

But he didn't remove his mirror spell like Leon did.

"I'll remember you, traitor.

You have played a role that brings shame to the nobility in this racial war."

Ivan stared at the other person with great displeasure.

He was about to say something back, but he saw the tall tin can, spewing white mist, turn around and walk back in a nonchalant manner.

This made Alvin laugh out of anger.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Leon's back with a playful look on his face.

"What, do you still want to leave?"