Faced with Lumian's attack, "Ash Witch" Judith laughed calmly and calmly.
The illusory tunnel he was in collapsed on its own, and together with Himself, before being struck by the "Sword of Destruction", fell one after another like a knocked down building block, pouring down like a waterfall.
Calamity drowned him first, and a storm of time swept through, followed by Lumian's Black Flame Greatsword.
When this area was completely reduced to nothingness, the terrifying and unspeakable turbulence of time and space flowed irregularly in the depths of darkness, and in another illusory and dark tunnel, the figure of Judith, the "Gray Witch", strangely stood out.
He was clearly delaying Lumian from giving him a chance to return to the real world.
Lumian changed direction, came to the "Gray Witch" again, and slashed the "Sword of Destruction".
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Deep in the underground Trier, the brownish-green trunk of the "Shadow Tree" is completely shrouded in gray mist.
The mottled bark, precipitated desires, and ancient scenes gradually take on an illusory texture under the erosion of the "fog of history".
Historical, will return to history!
Abstract things can become substance or be defined as pure concepts.
"The Lord of Mystery", the truth can become false, the false can also be true, and the difference between true and false is no longer clear!
As the gray and white mist continued to erode the "Shadow Tree", the figure of Mr. "Fool" wearing black gloves, holding a stardust staff, and wearing a dark trench coat suddenly flickered.
The star-studded staff lit up with brilliant brilliance.
Somewhere in the mirror world, Mr. Fool's figure stepped out and flashed so quickly that ordinary human eyes could no longer capture this flicker.
In front of him were illusory tunnels that had been cut off, and the darkness that could engulf everything flooded the collapsed area and blocked the road.
Mr. "Fool" spoke in a low voice and at a very fast pace:
"I, of, wish, hope, are:
"This, inside, restored, restored, original, form."
There was a pause after each pronunciation, but this pause was not obvious, it did not affect the rapid presentation of the words, but only made some syllables seem to come from a very far distance.
As soon as the sound fell, a miracle appeared, and the illusory and dark tunnels were all completed, and they could shuttle freely again.
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Seeing that the tunnels in the mirror that existed in the form of spider webs were successfully repaired, Medici leaned against the edge of the area behind the mirror and picked up the apple in his hand and took a bite with a smile.
Medici, who had condensed iron-black blood-stained armor and whose defense was not much worse than that of the "warrior" of the same level, did not rush forward, but continued to wait in place, waiting for possible changes and troublemakers who might jump out.
As a "hunter", one of the keys to success is patience, patiently waiting for the prey to step into the trap, waiting for various variables and accidents to be revealed, finding the real weakness, and then hitting the deadly to complete the harvest.
Last time, Medici ignored Arista Madrid. The possibility of Tudor's active madness, this time, He would no longer exclude those irrational choices.
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Lumian, who was more than ten meters tall, was burning with crimson and almost purple flames, but his face retained his human appearance, bright on one side and handsome on the other, and the thorn-like blood-colored traces on his eyebrows were about to come out.
The "Gray Witch" was about to repeat her old trick and dodge the enemy's frontal attack, when her heart suddenly trembled.
He instantly felt that the other party was tall, majestic, terrifying, strong, and full of charm, and unconsciously wanted to surrender.
What's even more terrifying is that He has a sense of fear of facing the origin, facing the gods, facing destruction and the incarnation of the end.
This caused him to lose himself physically and mentally for a short time, unable to respond effectively in time.
"Conquer"!
Lumian gained conquest power through sacrificing the "City of Calamity", adding a little source breath of conquest power.
Now, he is the real priest of the "City of Calamity", the bishop of the origin of war!
The "Gray Witch" froze in place, and Lumian's eyes were black and pale, and he slashed down the black greatsword that burned with the fire of destruction.
At the same time, the up, down, left, right, front, and back of the "Gray Witch", the mirrored world was broken into pieces, and each fragment was "conquered" into soldiers, turning into short arrows of black flames, large and small, bound by violence and destruction, whooshing at Judith.
This dense and airtight, as if weaving a big net of destruction, Judith is the big fish in the net.
Bang!
The "Sword of Destruction" slashed at the shoulder of the "Gray Witch", and those black flame arrows also hit the target from all directions.
The clicking sounds continued to sound one after another, and the "Gray Witch" Judith's "mirror stand-in" exploded all at once, and none of them were spared.
Now He is the Him in the mirror, but even He in the real world is affected by the "Harvest" and the "Sword of Destruction", and the black flames are burned to ashes.
Only those sleeping mirrors that He had hidden in several places in advance, which had cut off most of the occult connections, were spared.
And it will take a lot of time for him to be resurrected.
After dealing with the "Gray Witch", Lumian's body suddenly became smaller, and the blood-colored banner between his eyebrows gradually shrank back, but it seemed to be still wriggling.
He didn't delay at all, nor did he think about chasing down the "Gray Witch", and immediately left the mirror world, and then found a way to meet Franka, Jane Na and others.
In an instant, he sensed something and set his sights on one of the illusory tunnels.
He felt that the real safety was there.
Lumian's figure blurred and was about to shuttle away.
At this moment, his thoughts stiffened, and a slippery and wonderful touch came from his body.
He saw long black hair as thick as a snake coming out of nowhere, wrapping around him, with black and white eyeballs embedded at the top, or with a poisonous snake-like head, with their mouths slightly open and spitting out cores.
Lumian also saw that under the gaze of those black and white eyes, his body had turned gray and turned into stone, and he could no longer use any abilities.
He was entangled in layers of black hair as thick as a snake, slippery and slightly damp, in the state of a stone statue.
The only thing he can do now is commit suicide.
Suddenly, a soft, slightly smiling female voice sounded in his ears:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
This voice stirred Lumian's heart, making his whole body itch, even if he had become a stone man, he was trapped in it, not wanting to break free.
A name flashed through his mind:
"Primordial Witch" Chick!
Two white and delicate palms stretched out from behind in front of Lumian's eyes, gently stroking his cheeks.
These beautiful palms are not perfect, but they can arouse the most primitive and intense desires of everyone who witnesses them, and make them instantly reach the pleasure of going straight to heaven, and they cannot extricate themselves from it.
Just seeing.
Lumian, who was in a petrified state, was also affected, and his mind was almost blank.
The reason why it was not completely blank was because he saw that his self in the mirror was also dragged out of hiding by the thick and smooth long hair like a black poisonous snake, and his whole body was gray, because there was a bumpy and uneven, cold and indescribably hot body attached to his back.
The body held his face, dragged him with his long black hair, and quickly retreated into the depths of the mirror world, into the special mirror world.
When Mr. "Fool" "flashed" to this area, he happened to see Lumian being dragged inside by a charming and faint figure in the world of special mirrors from behind.
His black trench coat was lifted up.
"Fooling"!
At the same time, in front of Lumian, a figure more than ten meters high appeared.
It was a woman, wearing a long dress made of bones, with black hair like a poisonous snake, long, thick and slippery, with a snake's head directly growing on the top, or rolling black and white eyeballs, and everything around her turned to stone, releasing all kinds of occult pathogens.
The beauty of this female appearance has transcended human beings and reached the level of concepts, and all living beings, all things, will be intoxicated and obsessed under His frown and smile, always happy, and even the rules, even the concepts, seem to be reluctant to restrict Him and be his enemy.
Mr. "Fool's" "fooling" had an instant effect, making the woman's blue eyes like the ocean and crystal like jewels suddenly become hazy.
But His charm did not diminish by half because of this, but showed a different kind of temptation.
This stunned Mr. "Fool".
It was this sudden that the area outside the world in the special mirror went to the end with the figure of the "Primordial Witch" Cheek, instantly condensing into extremely dangerous darkness.
By the time Mr. "Fool" made a wish himself, fulfilled his wish, and restored the original appearance of this place, Lumian's figure had disappeared into the deep darkness that represented the world in the special mirror.
Mr. "Fool" raised the star-studded staff in his palm, embodying a night sky with bright stars in front of him.
Those stars quickly formed a pointing dream key, forcibly opening the barrier of the world in the special mirror and locating Lumian's current location.
Mr. "Fool" was about to "roam" in, and a strange black suddenly rushed to the edge in the deep darkness, forming an unusually large and extremely distorted phantom that resembled a human and had many inhuman parts.
The phantom looked at the "Fool" through the barrier of the world in the special mirror, full of madness but extremely quiet, as if waiting for him to pass.
Mr. "Fool" stopped "roaming" and looked at the phantom again quietly.
In an area behind the mirror not too far from here, "Red Angel" Medici leaned against the hard mirror, brought the red apple in his hand to his mouth, and took another bite.
In a clicking voice, He whispered to himself:
"Chick really appeared.
"But He was not weak at all, even stronger......"
ps: The last three days to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)