Chapter 128: Use Your Hand to Play My Chess (Part 2) The phantom with blond hair and red eyes...
The change happened in just a moment.
The transparent hand gently pinched the magic line, and with a flick of the hand, the magic power that was hidden in the natural magic with great difficulty turned into white light and dissipated in an instant.
Everyone's breath shuddered, and they suddenly raised their eyes, but they did not move at all because they saw a scene that was beyond their expectations.
Isidore curled up his fingers, which were numb from being forced to interrupt his magic. His entire arm was shaking uncontrollably as he tried to calm his slightly quickened breathing.
That is...
The girl sitting there still showed no sign of waking up, and the white light from the iron block did not cast any color in her empty eyes.
A transparent shadow was clinging to her body.
It was an appearance that Osa and the others were very familiar with.
Blonde hair, crimson eyes, even though transparent, the shadow still has a brilliance that is no less than the body it is pressed against.
Osha's eyelashes trembled. Is it... Vifiya?
No.
Everyone present denied it simultaneously.
Even if they were exactly the same, they still denied from the bottom of their hearts that it was not Vifiya.
There is no need for a reason. It's just like when they were children and had two identical dolls in front of them, they could always recognize the one that had been with them the longest.
The shadow's eyes were indifferent. She lay behind the girl, slowly put her head on her shoulder, and put her hand on her arm.
The shadow turned her head slightly, and there was no emotion in her eyes. She stared at the girl's face so close to her, as if she could touch it if she moved a little.
She did so.
She rubbed the girl's cheek affectionately, closed her eyes, and her entire shadow leaned towards the girl, as if they were the most intimate existence in the world and no one could interfere.
The flow of time also becomes quiet.
The shadow opened her eyes, her gaze remained unchanged, and she went around the girl's left hand and reached her nose.
The blood merged into the phantom and dissipated like water waves in the transparency.
The shadow's right hand placed on the back of the girl's weak right hand and pulled it up.
A calm crimson light fell on the iron block where the magic circle was still operating. Two overlapping hands stretched out, and a transparent shadow guided the girl's unconscious hand to reach out.
The shadow's actions were obviously beyond the expectations of Isidore and the others. Before they could do anything, the transparent hand had already touched the iron block.
The iron block burst out with fierce light again, but unlike the last time, the single white light turned into a riot of colors and brilliance.
The magic circles that were running in sequence quickly disappeared into the iron block. In just a moment, a magic circle expanded rapidly under the iron block and spread out in front of them. The complicated runes contained extremely pure magic power, which intertwined and rotated irregularly, and strangely emitted a few dreamy lights.
The two hands that were gripping the iron block stretched forward again, and the iron block was pressed down steadily.
Several runes emerged from the center of the magic circle, wrapping the iron block and the two hands above in an orderly manner, rotating continuously. Spots of light climbed up the shadow and the girl's arms in a spiral along the runes.
Everything happened in an instant. Almost at the same time, a powerful magical power spread out from the girl, and the essence of magic visible to the naked eye swept all around.
Kaharun reacted quickly and activated the magic circle in his hand, adding another layer of protection to Osa and Arnold to prevent them from being impacted. Isidore also completed the isolation layer of the entire stone house in an instant.
To everyone's surprise, the seemingly extremely destructive magic essence turned out to be extremely soothing and gentle after it came out of the confined magic layer, flowing over the four people like a gurgling stream.
Osa froze, unable to move. Even with Kaharun's protective shield, the magic power still slowly entered her body.
It felt cold, and then she lowered her head in disbelief. The elven power that her mother and Hefa had spent so much effort to seal was loosening.
Arnold, who was always paying attention to Vifiya, obviously felt something different than before. He heard the sound of waves crashing beside him.
He gripped the long sword at his waist tightly, not caring about it at all. He continued to observe the transparent shadow that looked exactly like Vifia. His eyes blinked naturally and casually, and he lowered his scrutiny, leaving only calmness.
So far, the phantom has shown no signs of wanting to harm Vifia, but...if the phantom wants to hurt her...
He tensed his legs and exerted strength secretly. What he had just observed was enough. He once again demonstrated in his mind the whole process of taking Vifiya back.
The conditions are difficult and the time limit is high, but it is not impossible to do.
Kaharun withdrew some of his attention from Osa and the others. He raised his hand and looked at his palm. The touch of magic still lingered there. It was different from the pure magic he had come into contact with before. There seemed to be something else inside, more exquisite and more huge.
He looked in the direction of Isidore, who didn't look back at him, but from his expression he obviously noticed something different.
At the same time, the green candle that had been living in Vifiya's mind slowly opened its eyes, looked at everything, and quickly closed them again.
The last part of his sight stopped at the white-haired, green-eyed bard who was singing leisurely on the street in Hovyalin. The bard seemed to sense something, and his hands did not stop playing the lyre, while he looked into the distance with a smile.
In a corner that only a very few beings noticed, a tiny crack finally appeared on the giant screen that stretched across the eastern and western continents.
In the unobservable space, in the boundless magnificent wilderness, the sleeping goddess finally opened her eyes again.
His pupilless eyes missed the tiny wound on his fingertips, passed through cities, fortresses, and "strange-looking" people, and landed lightly on an ordinary stone house. His sight passed through the walls and over the people he had once looked at.
The source of His awakening is a small piece of iron that no one cares about.
He seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he finally remembered the little girl with short wine-red hair and dark green pupils who questioned him in front of the statue.
He sighed silently: "Humanity."
Tiny, almost invisible drops of blood oozed out of the wound on the fingertip, precisely passing through the fingertip of the shadow in the stone house, sliding down the side of the girl's finger, and silently melting into the iron block.
The transparent hand took the girl's hand back and gently placed it on her side again.
The shadow seemed to have just noticed the four people in front of it at this moment, and an emotionless red flush swept across each face.
Osa and the others had completely calmed down by now. The shadows looked at them one by one, and Kaharun felt a chill on his back.
The shadow's eyes didn't linger on anyone, yet it seemed as if it was still watching them, watching every one of them.
She moved closer to the girl again, getting close to her face.
Osha felt her scalp tingle. The shadow looked at them with emotionless eyes, but she kept looking at them and being intimate with Vifiya...
Kaharun's eyelids twitched violently and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Arnold's usually calm face also showed an indescribable expression.
Isidore beside him frowned.
The phantom clearly didn't do anything excessive, so why do they feel so unhappy?
It was as if the glow fell on the shadow, and the transparent shadow was stained with color, evaporating bit by bit, and wisps of smoke merged into the girl's body, but in the eyes of others, it disappeared upwards.
The phantom disappeared, leaving only an ordinary block of iron lying in the center of the magic circle. All the runes suddenly stopped working. Inside the iron block, which was invisible to everyone, a small drop of blood was rushing around.
The abnormality of the magic circle was too obvious, so Isidore and Kaharun stopped preparing to take action again.
Kaharun looked puzzled. Logically speaking, although Debbie Fiorella's magic power was powerful, it wouldn't be so difficult to deal with. At least Isidore's magic power was enough.
His heart moved. Could it be related to her magic?
Thinking of this, he released more magic power, trying to get closer to the area confined by the iron block.
He knew it was dangerous. After all, they couldn't determine how much essence magic Debbie Fiorella had left inside, and what range she used to judge other magic that approached rashly. All observations so far showed that all magic composed of essence magic would not harm people in the magic circle.
This is also the reason why they did not rush to take Vifiya away later. Vifiya's condition was also strange, and they could not act rashly before she woke up.
Unless, that is, Debbie Fiorella's essence magic shows a tendency to attack.
A layer of magic power stopped Kaharun without concealment, and he subconsciously looked towards Isidore's position.
Isidore stared at the iron block calmly, his eyes thoughtful. He said, "There is something in the iron block."
Upon hearing this, Kaharun roughly sensed outside the confinement circle, but felt nothing.
Osa and Arnold also looked at him.
Isidore knew that he should explain to them what was inside now, but he couldn't say it clearly.
He would never mistake the magic power contained in the things inside. He once sensed a huge amount of magic power when he was on the verge of death and unconsciously released magic power.
He didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but after becoming Salis's student and gaining a general understanding of the power of magic, he began to suspect...
"It's just a guess." He continued, "It's the goddess's magic, but it's different."
It was different from the magic he had sensed before. If the previous one was exquisite, then the feeling he had now was the majestic magic in an extremely primitive state.
Why do Debbie Fiorella's magical creations have magical powers that seem like those of God?
"What?" Kaharun exclaimed, and the other two people obviously did not expect to hear such an answer.
The iron blocks on the magic circle suddenly peeled off the iron sheets on the surface, and the pieces floated to the magic circle one by one and disappeared in an instant.
The crystal clear water turned turbid again.
“Pah.”
The magic circle suddenly disappeared, and the wooden table fell unexpectedly, and all the magic power belonging to the iron block disappeared.
Isidore and Kaharun sensed the dissipation of magic power. Osha and Arnold on the side realized that the magic power of the iron block had ended. They took a few steps forward and found that the girl in front of them raised her head.
Vifiya glanced at them, making sure that none of them were injured, and then her eyes were fixed on the iron block on the table.
At this point it is no longer a piece of iron, but a piece of apatite.
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