Chapter 616: Battle in the "Mirror World"
A little earlier, at the entrance to the alley leading from White Whale Street to Black Palm Street.
It was late at night, and the East District streets, lacking streetlights, were dim. A black four-wheeled carriage was parked beside the alley, with the horses tied to a lamppost. Four men and women were squeezed in the alley, looking into the distance.
The leader was a middle-aged man in a black robe. He was not wearing a hat, and his short dark brown hair fluttered slowly in the wind. Beside him stood a woman wearing a hood, and two men with tightly buttoned windbreakers and straight top hats.
They were Senior Deacon Pierce Turner and a whole team of Night Watchmen who had set out from St. Samuel's Church an hour ago.
"Let's begin. Use Seal Artifact '1-63' to lock Beyonders above Sequence 5 into the mirror world." The short-haired man said.
"Yes, Sir Pierce."
Behind him, a man in a windbreaker squatted down and carefully unsealed a metal box lying on the ground beside him. He took out a book-sized silver-plated mirror from it. Its shape was that of a model from hundreds of years ago, and the interior reflected the surrounding environment, layer upon layer, with no end in sight.
The silver mirror is pointed at a two-story building in front. The person holding the mirror gently strokes the mirror surface with his bare left hand, causing the silver mirror to ripple like water ripples. When the mirror surface returns to calm, the small building in front is clearly included in the mirror image. The illusion of layering and repetition disappears, as if it has become a normal makeup mirror.
But the Night Watchman holding it suddenly turned red in the face and gasped for breath, as if he was seriously ill and was about to collapse from exhaustion.
At this moment, a dark green gemstone brooch on the left side of his windbreaker flashed a faint light, like a lush rainforest covering the arid desert, instantly curing the sudden illness in his body and restoring his flushed cheeks to their normal rosy color.
This is a Level 3 seal used in conjunction with Seal 1-63. Its sole function is to periodically clear the wearer of illness.
But even so, it cannot remain effective in the face of a "Level 1" seal. Tests by the Church of Night have shown that the maximum safe time for using "1-63" in this way is only half an hour.
But for a high-sequence Beyonder, half an hour is more than enough to defeat the enemy.
Seeing the seal take effect, Pierce straightened his black robe, took a few steps forward, and then turned back as if remembering something, and said to the only woman in the team:
"Daly, wait until I enter the mirror world. You will be responsible for dispersing the remaining wild Beyonders. They are not our target today."
"Yes, Sir Pierce."
The hooded woman nodded slightly, revealing her face, painted with eyeshadow and blush.
She waited until Pierce's figure disappeared in the alley ahead, then closed her eyes and stretched out one hand. A light mist immediately enveloped the building ahead, and soon, screams of terror were heard from inside.
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When the cry was heard, the three people in the "Mirror World", including Mr. X, simultaneously turned their gazes to a corner of the room.
A black shadow with unclear outline suddenly appeared on an empty seat there. It looked like a human, but without normal facial features. There was only a big open mouth in what looked like a head, and the sound was coming from there.
The next moment, it turned its head towards Angel and spoke again:
"Who are you?"
The voice was a little doubtful, but more indifferent. Angel guessed that no matter how he answered, the shadow would attack directly in the next second and eliminate the two people who did not belong to the Aurora Society to prevent future troubles.
There was no doubt that this was the Aurora Society member who was secretly protecting Mr. X, and he was most likely a High-Sequence Extraordinary Person, one of the five "Saints", with a higher Sequence than those "Misters" and "Ms."
After realizing this, Angel quickly shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what was happening. Mr. X wasn't too panicked. His eyes moved between Angel, Klein, and the black shadow, as if he was still assessing the situation.
Except for these four people, the other dozen or so members attending the party seemed to have seen something horrible. They jumped up from the sofas and chairs, their mouths open, their eyes wide open, and rushed towards the two exits in panic.
But like a pantomime, no sound reached the ears of these four people, as if they were not in the same world.
"Through the Looking Glass."
The dark shadow's low, hoarse voice came, not in a questioning tone, but in a tone of confirmation.
His vague shadow suddenly expanded, quickly growing to more than two meters high, almost touching the unlit gas chandelier hanging from the ceiling. His body also grew several times larger, and the black mist on his body condensed into a full-body armor. The outline became clearer, but except for the eye sockets that flashed a crimson light, the entire suit of armor had no openings.
He raised his armored right hand, and a dark shadow was about to form the shape of a long sword in his hand, but it suddenly stopped, and his shining eyes became dim, as if he had fallen into a sudden sleep.
"Mr. X" Louis Wayne's eyelids twitched, feeling that everything that happened tonight was extremely strange. He seemed to have come to a realm that could not be affected by the outside world. The "Dark Saint" of the Aurora Society suddenly fell into a deep sleep, leaving only himself and two party members of unknown origin.
He subconsciously wanted to use "travel" to leave this place, even leave Backlund, and return after the situation was clear and the problem was solved. This was his privilege as a "traveler."
But before he could make a move, the slightly taller hooded woman in front of him put one hand on the much shorter hooded man next to her and pushed him backwards. The latter's figure disappeared as if wiped out.
Wait, she can help people escape from this "mirror world"?
As soon as this question popped up in Mr. X's mind, he felt a sharp pain in his throat. He coughed and vomited with a "wow" sound, and spit out a dark red soft object.
That's his blood!
Am I poisoned? Or is it a disease?
Mr. X reacted extremely quickly. He didn't bother using long-distance "travel" to leave Backlund, but instead used the faster short-distance "travel" to leave the house and the hooded woman who had undoubtedly caused his abnormal state.
His figure sitting on the main seat immediately became illusory, and even the ice that suddenly appeared and almost surrounded him did not have time to close and was empty.
But the next moment, Mr. X appeared in the corner of the room, his eyes behind the brass mask full of confusion.
His "journey" couldn't take him away from this house at all!
"Unfortunately, this place is disconnected from the real world. You can't leave here no matter whether you 'travel' or 'open the door'."
A calm and indifferent voice came. Mr. X looked towards the main door of the living room and found that a middle-aged man with short hair and a black robe was standing there. His hands were hanging naturally at his sides. He was unarmed, but the sense of danger he gave him was much stronger than that of the other hooded woman.
He immediately remembered the "running dog of the night" that the "Dark Saint" had just shouted, and understood the other party's identity: Backlund's Night Watcher.
The Lord's angel of destiny had just left, and they came to kill us?
Mr. X immediately felt that he could no longer stay here and had to leave immediately, but he used "Travel" again, only to find that his position had hardly changed, as if the entire space was curled up in this living room, and the four of them were like beasts in a small room, huddled together, about to start a fight.
That’s right, four people!
He suddenly realized that the Nighthawk wasn't paying attention to him, but instead was looking at the mysterious hooded woman. Since pushing the fifth person out of the mirror world, the latter had not made any other moves, only summoning frost to try to block his position and triggering his own illness...
Frost, disease... Is she a witch?
Thinking of this, Mr. X suddenly felt a headache, but he soon realized that this was not an illusion, but an aggravated illness that caused him to have a fever and dizziness.
Of course, he wore a magical item, the "Blood Flower" ring, which repaired the body tissues and organs damaged by the disease just as the Rose Bishop repaired his own flesh and blood, but the effect was not obvious and could not catch up to half of the effect of the "disease".
Oh no, if I stay any longer, I’m going to die here…
Mr. X found himself unable to leave for the moment and could only try to attack the witch. He looked at her and an illusory book appeared in his eyes. The pages kept turning and stopped at one of them.
I came, I saw, I recorded!
As the pages of the book froze, a disembodied voice echoed in Mr. X's mind. A demigod's extraordinary ability, recorded in the "Recorder" ability, was about to be unleashed. This would be the nemesis of the witch who could escape harm through a substitute. It was...
Suddenly, Mr. X's mind went blank, as if he had forgotten what he was supposed to do and where he was.
He just stood there, making Angel, who suddenly felt a sense of crisis and was about to use the advantage of being in the mirror world to jump directly to another location, a little confused.
"He seems to have fallen into some negative state. After all, my enemies usually become unfortunate."
Pierce Turner beside her chuckled and said.
This Nighthawk obviously regarded Angel, who was attacking the members of the Aurora Society, as a temporary companion. After all, when the "Witch's Mirror" pulled Beyonders above Sequence 5 into the mirror world, it did not distinguish the composition of the target and was likely to bring in other members of the party who met the requirements.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, at least for now...
But even thinking so, Pierce still moved a little further away from the witch and looked at the black-armored knight beside him who was unable to escape the nightmare. He could already confirm that this member of the Aurora Society was one of the five saints, the "Dark Saint" Xesma, the Sequence 4 "Black Knight"!
Bang--
The nightmare-ridden "Black Knight" suddenly exploded, his armor and flesh transforming into inky black blocks that filled the entire room. He barely avoided Mr. X, who stood there in a daze, but more deliberately took aim at the other two.
In front of Angel, an ice wall formed, blocking the black flesh and blood for a moment. She used the area effect produced by the seal to easily enter the mirror world and avoid the indiscriminate attack.
Pierce stood still, most of his flesh and blood just avoided the area where he was, and the remaining little was absorbed by an illusory spirit that emerged from his body. The spirit became a little dimmer, but it was not a big deal.
Flesh and blood fell to the ground, squirming and reorganizing into a thin dark red blanket that quickly covered every corner of the room.
The floor, ceiling, and surrounding walls grew a layer of shrinking flesh, making the room, which had just seemed quite modern, look like the stomach of a monster.
In the center of the room, the figure of a black-armored knight emerged from the flesh blanket, his eye sockets flashing red. His body was less than two meters tall due to the loss of some flesh and blood, but he was still extremely imposing.
This demigod of the Aurora Society used self-harm to escape the nightmare that enveloped him.
He could feel that the Night Watchman who pulled him into the dream possessed power close to that of a demigod, but because he was not divine, he fell just a hair's breadth short of it.
However, his own strength was also greatly weakened in this strange "mirror world". After adding and subtracting, the difference was almost the same.
So, all you have to do is...
"Dark Saint" Xesma sneered, raised the two-handed sword condensed from black shadows in his hand, and was about to chop it into the void, cutting off the barrier between the mirror and reality, and letting everyone return to the real world.
boom--
A black flame emerged from him. Behind him, beside him, several glass windows and two decorative mirrors reflected his tall and majestic figure. In each mirror, the shadow of a hooded woman caressed his reflection, directing the cursed flame that could burn flesh and spirits onto him.
Since the battle with Ms. D, Angel's black flames have once again covered the flesh and blood of the members of the "Aurora Society".
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