At that moment, Jian Na flinched, feared, feared, angry, resentful, and had a lot of things she wanted to say, as if to convince herself, but after a thousand words and ten thousand words came to her lips, only one sentence remained:
"But, I do."
All those emotions eventually condensed into a smile.
Amon shook his head at someone for some reason, looked down at the white paper in his hand and said:
"Celia chose to become the 'Witch of Immortality'. Bello will get help from Amon, and Amon took advantage of the opportunity of all the high-ranking officials of the Witch Sect to steal a "1" level seal corresponding to the "Immortal Witch", so he was a little late.
"As for the corresponding auxiliary materials, the 'utopian' has already come up with it."
As he spoke, the white paper fell down, and Amon had an extra bottle of magic potion that had been prepared at some point.
The magic potion also dyed the container gray and white, clearly reflecting the surrounding mirror world.
It flew towards Jane Na and fell into her palm.
Seeing this bottle of magic medicine, many pictures flashed in Jenna's mind, including falling asleep when she was young under her mother's humming, the excitement of just entering the old pigeon cage theater to learn acting, the bitterness of living with her mother and brother, the amalamation and gratitude of getting help when she first met Franka, the things she experienced after meeting Lumian, and the huge impact and disillusionment of her mother jumping from the sixth floor and falling to her death in front of her......
These countless fragments quickly precipitated and finally froze into two scenes:
In one scene, after singing a song in the Mill Ballroom, she walked up to Lumian like an arrogant princess to the sound of whistles and shouts, and smiled and extended an invitation:
"Handsome lion, come and dance!"
Another scene is when she inserts a long-handled silver fork into Yuge. When Artois's eye sockets penetrated his brain, the surprise, confusion and fear on the councilor's face were the light that lit up around him.
Jane raised the bottle of magic potion and held a long-handled silver fork.
This time, the "long-handled silver fork" will be stabbed at her own face.
Jana suddenly thought of something, and turned her head to look at Anthony and Ludwig.
The latter seemed to want to stop her, but was held back by the former.
Jane opened her mouth, wanting to leave a word or two for Franka through them.
But she really couldn't think of what to say, whether it was a sincere expression or a kind deception, it would eventually turn into a regret that could never be repaired, a wound that could never be healed.
She laughed at herself and exhaled:
"Tell Franka, live well, and take my share with you.
"My spirit will always be with her."
"Okay." Anthony responded in a peaceful voice.
The palm he pressed on Ludwig's shoulder inexplicably highlighted the cyan blood vessels.
Jian Na thought for a while and said:
"If the end can pass, I hope you enjoy life well.
"Ludwig, human beings are always full of pain, but I still like to be a person."
Jian Na retracted her gaze and stabbed the bottle of magic medicine towards herself, her hand was very steady and did not shake, just like when she killed Yu Ge with a long-handled silver fork. Artois is the same, but the speed of the attack is not that fast.
The smell of a mixture of dirt and stones echoed in her mouth.
Her senses were numb one after another, and her body quickly petrified.
She felt her spirit floating in mid-air and saw herself in the mirror.
She saw herself in the mirror with a quiet face, smiling, as if waiting to greet her.
Although there was no ceremony and no reconciliation was reached in advance, Jane suddenly realized that her mirror self was also willing to sacrifice herself to save Lumian.
"She is indeed more extreme than me......
"She should have made a decision earlier than I did......"
Jane Na laughed again and whispered a couple of words to herself.
Suddenly, she was no longer apprehensive, no longer afraid, no longer afraid, because on this road to death, she was no longer walking alone.
She has a companion who encourages each other and cheers each other up.
In the process of instinctively drifting towards her self in the mirror, Jane suddenly saw that her "own" face was distorted, sometimes normal, sometimes painful, as if she had become a stranger.
This change seems to be bound or chained in some way, and it takes great effort and overcoming many difficulties to accomplish it.
"Come on......" Jane cheered for the first time on an enemy who wanted to kill her.
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In the area behind the mirror of a gray and white grotto.
"Black Witch" Clarice pretended to be overwhelmed, slowed down a step, and could only "watch" as Franka escaped into an illusory tunnel that was no longer petrified.
Shout...... She exhaled quietly.
At that moment, the spirit suddenly warned, and she turned abruptly to look at the altar made of gray stone.
Franka appeared strangely nearby, and a clear light shot out from the eye protection of the mechanical half-face mask she was wearing, hitting the altar.
The only person who escaped just now was Franka's mirror me!
And the "self in the mirror" that follows the departure is a "mirror projection"!
The "Black Witch's" eyes froze, but it was too late to stop it.
An invisible barrier suddenly appeared around the altar, which was the protection provided by the ritual itself.
But for some reason, the power to protect the altar is not strong enough, and it does not have the strength that the rituals related to the sacrifice to the "Primordial Witch" should be, as if there is an inexplicable force blocking most of the gifts of the gods.
Under the clear light, the invisible barrier was instantly reduced to the most basic tiny things and ceased to exist.
Immediately afterwards, the clear light hit the statue of the "Primordial Witch" made of white bones.
The statue shook and began to collapse.
Seeing this scene, the "Black Witch"seemed to have fallen into a nightmare and stayed where she was.
In order to seek insurance, Franka took out her statue of the "Primordial Witch" and the "Inevitable Gun" from the "Traveler's Bag".
She threw the statue towards the altar and fired two shots in a row.
Bang! Bang!
Two turquoise dim bullets shot out, hitting a bone statue of the "Primordial Witch" respectively.
"Inevitable death"!
Both the broken and intact began to rot, lose their luster, and completely shatter.
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The depths of the world in a special mirror.
"Primordial Witch" Cheek smiled and looked at the changes in Lumian's body:
His face was gradually correcting, towards Alistair. Tu Duo's direction was corrected, and on his body, the two intertwined witch figures half-merged into him, driving flesh and blood, converging towards his neck.
After that light broke out just now, the process was irreversible.
Suddenly, one of the witch figures pulled out and tried to straighten up.
Her expression was very smart, with both hatred and desire.
The "primordial witch" wearing a long skirt with white bones instantly understood what had happened:
There are pure female witches who are being promoted to "Immortal Witches"!
At the most critical moment!
"Primordial Witch" Cheek's beautiful face darkened.
He wants to set his sights on the pure female witch who is being promoted and kill her first!
Although the barrier formed by the burst of light isolates the inside and outside, making it impossible for the "Fool" to enter in a short period of time, and also prevents the "Primordial Witch" from directly sensing the outside world and directly exerting influence, He has made preparations in advance to prevent accidents:
He had some of his most trusted high-ranking witches set up altars in different parts of the Mirror World, placed idols for rituals, and then used his authority and symbols to establish strong occult connections!
At this point, those connections must have become fragile, and the rituals were no longer too protected, but as the "original creator in the mirror", Cheek could barely maintain the existence of the connections they had, and could use them to project some of his power to eliminate hidden dangers.
The "Primordial Witch" quickly turned her consciousness to the statue closest to the target, but was shocked to find that the statue had been destroyed and the contact had been cut off.
He had no change in expression, and immediately dispersed his consciousness to the remaining idols that were still in the ritual.
In the next second, a picture appeared in front of his eyes:
It was not a pure female witch who was being promoted, but a black trench coat.
The inside of the black trench coat was empty, and a figure was outlined by the trench coat itself.
"Grafting"!
The "Primordial Witch's" gaze on Jane Na was "grafted" to herself by Mr. "Fool"!
Suddenly, one of the witch figures that entwined Lumian struggled to break free, and the black bone skirt was thrown over his body, disappearing with him in place, and following the occult connection to Janna.
The fusion on Lumian suddenly lost its balance.
His chest, his neck, his shoulders, his torso, and his limbs collapsed inward with the remaining witch figure, as if they were about to become a puddle of meat paste, gathering into a lump of meat paste that continued to compress.
The two Tudors that had fused in his head and the extraordinary trait of Sequence 1 "Conqueror" were also pulled down majestically and forcefully, through his skull, through fire and frost, through wriggling flesh.
The barrier of light on the edge of the world in the special mirror suddenly disappeared.
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After floating over, Jane Na finally saw that the distortion and pain on her face in the mirror completely disappeared.
"She" raised her face, showed a strange smile to Jane Na in mid-air, and opened her arms.
Jane didn't resist, she closed her eyes, threw herself over, and accepted the hug.
She felt warmth and peace of mind, which made her want to sleep soundly.
She did not resist.
She felt like she was back in her youth, listening to her mother's humming lullaby and her father's slight purring to brew drowsiness.
At that time, although her life was not particularly good, she had nothing to worry about, her father and mother would be responsible for solving it, she just needed to be a good child.
She became more and more at ease and calm.
She believes that her mother and father will help her protect herself from the wind and rain and sleep peacefully.
In that restful dream, she will be a princess and her prince will come up to her and invite her to dance.
A smile appeared on her face.
Her thoughts returned to the darkness of tranquility in the madness that gradually permeated.
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(End of this chapter)