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Chapter 369 Melee 1
Chapter 369 Melee 1
A crack appeared on Klein's previously wary expression, and his gaze shifted between Cyril and Clarice, giving him an air of smug satisfaction.
...Does stealing refer to the "conqueror" characteristic of the deal between the Witch Cult and the Royal Family of Rune?
So this guy hasn't appeared through the Mirror World since he left Backlund last time because he's afraid of being cornered.
I thought the recorded "teleport" and "blink" functions would be more useful...
As he drifted into thought, he gripped the brass whistle in his hand tightly... wondering if blowing the whistle would still summon any new messengers?
Alger, who had just recovered from the witch's beauty and allure, looked solemn. The lingering sense of unease and danger made him feel as if he were facing the "Sea King" head-on.
These are two "witches" at the demigod level!
Has "fate" taken something from them, which is why they are constantly being hunted down?
These are two demigods, and behind them are many more demigods, even angels, and the evil god worshipped by the witch cult. How dare he do that?
Unless Lord "Neptune" can connect the dagger left behind to the mirror world and give chase, it would be a miracle if the three of us—"Destiny," "World," and I—could survive even one round against a demigod-level "witch."
As his thoughts drifted, he suddenly felt a tickle in his throat and couldn't help but cough.
"Cough~ cough!!"
His cough got worse and worse, and eventually snot and tears started flowing from his nose.
disease!
No, it's a plague!
Alger reached out and clutched his chest. He felt his lungs burning, his head throbbing, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
His cough was like a switch flipped, triggering a chain reaction. Cyril and Klein also frowned one after the other, and then couldn't help coughing.
He coughed so hard his brow was furrowed, his voice was hoarse, and his throat felt like it was on fire.
At the same time, Klein also felt the wound on his shoulder worsening, as if it had been infected with bacteria.
...How could the plague have broken out so quickly? It hasn't even taken ten seconds.
The abnormally rapid spread of the plague made Cyril's heart sink. He suddenly realized that the "White Saintess" Katarina Pelle's gaze upon the "Primordial" might be genuine.
Hopefully, Adam's support will arrive in time.
As he sighed inwardly, his eyes reflected a phantom book that was constantly turning its pages.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
A clear, bright silver dawn suddenly appeared and shone upon the three of them.
The morning light, with its purifying effect, suppressed the spread and outbreak of the plague, and even reduced the burning sensation in the throat.
At the same time, a layer of brilliant sunlight spread across the "Crawling Hunger" he wore on his hand, with soft golden light radiating outwards from him in layers.
"Purification Halo!"
Under the pure and sacred power of the solar domain, everyone felt their discomfort rapidly subsiding.
Cyrion clenched his right fist and hissed in ancient Hermes, "Disease and plague are forbidden here!"
Under the power of the rules, the pathogens spread by Katarina and Clarice were suppressed and quickly purified in the spreading golden light.
Katarina moved slowly and gracefully closer, laughing as she said, "Two such beautiful ladies standing before you, and all you think about is fighting?"
Klein froze in his outstretched arms, which were meant to summon "holy light." His heart raced, his blood rushed, and a series of erotic thoughts popped into his head.
The next second, black flames suddenly burst into flames on his body.
In the flames, his body rapidly thinned and brittled, turning into a crudely cut paper figure, which was then burned to ashes.
A dozen meters away, Klein, whose figure appeared from the other side, froze in place before he could make any move.
His hands, feet, body, and head were all entangled in invisible, fine spider silk, firmly binding him to the spot, making it difficult for him to move, like prey that had fallen into a trap.
Ugh!
A fierce gale erupted from Alger's body, swirling around him like a hurricane. The spider silk that had just begun to clear away quickly vanished without a trace.
Cyril turned his head and saw Alger staring adoringly at Katarina, who was smiling at him.
He was bewitched!
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"Am I not charming enough? How can you be distracted at a time like this?"
A plaintive, almost flirtatious voice, capable of arousing one's most primal desires and impulses, gently rang in his ear.
Cyril suddenly hunched over.
The next second, a layer of grayish-white stone spread from his feet, and his body quickly turned grayish-white, becoming a lifelike marble statue.
A few meters away, Cyril's figure appeared out of thin air.
The petrified statue quickly faded until it became a thin sheet of paper made of stone.
Clarisse reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, looking at him with a gentle yet indifferent gaze, and smiled slightly, "You don't seem to be in a hurry at all?"
"Your two friends are going to be in trouble. Katarina won't hold out like I do and won't go all out."
Cyril raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you in a hurry either?"
"Is it because there's a higher-ranking witch lurking outside this mirror world, waiting for the help I can summon to appear?"
Clarisse mimicked him, raising an eyebrow slightly and asking, "How did you know?"
Of course, it was my "astrologer's" spiritual intuition that kept reminding me not to teleport away from this mirror world, as that would lead to unimaginable calamities.
Either there are other witches lurking outside this mirror world, or you've already set up traps outside, or both.
After muttering a couple of things to himself, he suddenly laughed and said, "Don't you think there's something wrong with your mindset or thoughts?"
"Hmm?" Clarisse looked at him, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
Her body stiffened instantly, a look of disbelief and fear flashing in her gray eyes, and fine, ever-expanding cracks appeared on her body.
The next second, her body shattered like a mirror with a crash.
Along with her, several pre-made mirror substitutes also shattered.
This "ageless witch" and all her substitute abilities died instantly, and she could only wait to be resurrected in a special mirror that had been left in advance.
Hermes, dressed in a grey-white robe, appeared in the spot where she had been standing, her figure materializing from the ethereal.
He glanced at the "White Saintess" Katarina, who was retreating to the edge of the mirror world, and chuckled, "Her luck isn't too good. I only intended to temporarily trap her in the 'Dream Labyrinth.'"
"I didn't expect her to have such a big flaw in her mind, so I just let her leave the stage temporarily."
As he muttered to himself, a graceful figure quickly appeared beside Katarina.
She was a woman wearing a yellow cake dress and a cute soft hat, with a half-smile on her face.
Tisavika, the "Yellow Witch" of the Witch Cult!
He had been observing and lying in ambush outside this mirror world, but he never expected that Hermes would bypass the defenses of the mental world and even the gaze of the "Original" to attack Clarice directly.
This means that there is at least one angel skilled in secrecy secretly helping Him, waiting for the right moment to act!
Thinking of this, He couldn't help but look back at the place outside this mirror world.
A woman wearing a deep blue dress that cascaded like ocean waves, with her jet-black curly hair flowing like a waterfall, bright blue eyes, and striking features, was silently praying with her hands clasped under her chin.
Gwendolyn, the Blue Witch!
Along Olive Avenue, the intense lightning had vanished, the howling winds had subsided, and the sky remained clear. Only the charred remains on the streets testified to the chaos that had just occurred.
"Aquaman" Yann Courtman's deep blue eyes swept across the room, suppressing his anger.
"The aura of a curse... it's the Rose School again!"
"These rats in the sewers are getting more and more audacious!"
As he spoke, his gaze sharpened, and he noticed the dagger that had been charred by lightning.
"The world in the mirror..."
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He opened the gold-covered book in his hand and quickly wrote Rune words on the blank paper with his quill pen: "This place is not suitable for the stable existence of the mirror world!"
As he finished writing the last stroke, the words on the paper emitted golden light, converging into a brilliant glow.
Enveloped in brilliant light, the paper quickly faded and disappeared, as if it had merged with the rules of the world.
The next second, an illusory sound, like glass constantly cracking, echoed around.
The entire street, all the glass, mirrors, and even the surfaces of everything that could reflect light, were covered with spiderweb-like, illusory cracks.
In the mirror world where countless illusory cracks appeared, Hermes took out a piece of white paper from somewhere and read aloud with a rather fluctuating tone: "Affected by the rules, the mirror worlds in this vicinity will no longer be stable. Under the influence of various forces and coincidental collisions, these mirror worlds will eventually merge into reality."
Whoosh!
The illusory cracks around them materialized, and countless dark and illusory spaces shattered at this moment, turning into countless tiny fragments that merged into reality.
A faint starlight flashed in Cyril's eyes as his figure appeared simultaneously behind Klein and Alger, rapidly "flashing" them through the collapsing mirror.
Hermes maintained his calm, smiling expression, but his eyes had turned into pale gold vertical pupils.
A violent wind surged around Him, seemingly from reality, yet also as if it originated from illusion.
The wind, carrying with it an extreme sense of panic and fear, swept in all directions, causing all the "witches" to momentarily freeze in shock.
In reality, "Aquaman" Yann Courtman heard the sound of layers of illusory mirrors shattering in his ears, and saw one after another deep and illusory world merging into reality.
Before he could react, several figures appeared in front of him.
There were young women wearing yellow cake dresses and playful soft hats, beautiful women wearing deep blue long dresses that resembled ocean waves, and mature ladies wearing simple and pure white robes.
There were also elderly men whose bodies were covered in wrinkles like withered tree bark, whose hair was sparse, and whose faces were aged.
He was an old man with an unremarkable appearance, white hair and beard, and a gentle demeanor, dressed in a gray-white robe.
Arne Cortman's expression gradually turned serious; everyone who appeared in the mirror world seemed to be no weaker than himself.
He even felt a pang of unease from the old man in the greyish-white robe and the beautiful woman in the yellow and blue dress.
This means they could very well be Him!
As various thoughts raced through his mind, he quickly flipped through the gold-covered book in his hand, writing a new word on each page: "Mystery diminishes here, reality amplifies!"
"Harm to humans is prohibited here!"
"Destroying buildings is prohibited here!"
The words on the paper emitted a brilliant golden light, fading away along with the paper itself, merging into the surrounding rules.
In an instant, everyone present felt the rejection of their surroundings. Their spirituality was no longer flowing smoothly, and their extraordinary abilities, which were once as easy as wielding an arm, could no longer be performed with ease.
Only a few angels can rely on their own status to resist the influence of this rule-based system.
Katarina and Jax, who were caught in the crossfire in the mirror world, immediately turned pale. In the mysterious and suppressed place, they were not capable of fighting a "Sea King" hand-to-hand.
Moreover, this is Bayam, where the enemy can mobilize local troops and artillery at any time.
The playful young woman in the yellow cake dress looked at the somewhat anxious Katarina and smiled, saying, "Go after that little one; 'The Primal' will guide you."
"Okay." Katarina nodded gently, looking at the dim, dull glass windows around her, a hint of helplessness flashing in her clear eyes.
The world in the mirror has not yet recovered, and the mystery is suppressed. It seems that she can only choose to run wildly, which is completely inconsistent with her own image, to leave this street, and in full view of everyone.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel an urge to curse that "Sea King" so that he would never be able to enjoy pleasure.
The next second, she stopped in her tracks, her body trembling uncontrollably.
An indescribable aura of majesty enveloped her. If it weren't for the mysteriously weakened law still in effect, she would have no doubt that she would have already knelt down, her body trembling as she prostrated herself on the ground.
Because she saw that the elderly demigod had collapsed to the ground on the street not far away.
While confronting the two "Disaster Witches", Hermes' body suddenly swelled and grew taller, transforming into a majestic little giant shrouded in silver light.
At this moment, whether inwardly or outwardly, no matter how you look at it, He seems more like an angel of the "judge" pathway than a "spectator".
His gaze swept over the crowd, and he spoke in a deep, authoritative voice: "Here, reality and the transcendent are separated!"
"Interaction with the outside world is prohibited here!"
A faint, highly ordered silver light flashed across his body, then drew a line around him, completely isolating him from the outside world.
All ordinary people and creatures on this street were instantly transported outside the area.
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