“This power…”
Using the force field to seal the wounds on his body, Marquis Winter felt the invisible oppression coming from all around him. His scarlet eyes scanned the broken mirror-like world around him, his gaze full of solemnity.
It was the first time for him to face off against a ninth-level prophet. After all, the only ninth-level prophet in the entire continent was Stargazer, and there was no one for him to practice on.
And the power that Avis had just used, which could completely reflect back even his ninth-level innate skills, was something he had never heard of before.
At this moment, realizing how strange and difficult Anvis was, Marquis Winter had actually begun to want to retreat, but he couldn't let go of the secret of this base, so he was in a dilemma.
Anvis was not aware of the struggle in Marquis Winter's heart. He was actually just testing the various abilities he had gained after breaking through to the ninth-level prophet.
For example, he had previously shown the images of several other marquises in front of Marquis Winter, as if he could easily drag down several ninth-level masters by flicking the web of fate, preventing them from coming to support.
But the actual situation was that Anvis only intercepted the request for help sent by Marquis Winter.
The images shown in the magic mirror, of several ninth-rank marquises being entangled by various accidents, are a kind of future "possibility" deduced by prophetic magic.
In other words, these marquises may encounter these troubles in the future, but when they will encounter them is still unknown.
Furthermore, according to the feedback sent back by the Web of Fate, Anvis could only delay Marquis Winter's request for help for half a magic hour at most.
Without much hesitation, Avis tried to activate another special ability of his mirror field.
Under the vigilant gaze of Marquis Winter, mirror images of Avis suddenly emerged from the countless broken lenses floating in the void.
Moreover, the aura emitted by each mirror clone is almost the same as that of Avis himself.
The next moment, a large number of 'Anvis' began to prepare a variety of completely different attack spells. The growing sense of crisis made Marquis Winter temporarily unable to identify the true location of Anvis. He could only launch a large-scale attack and then activate his strongest defense ability.
A huge thunderstorm vortex gathered around Marquis Winter, protecting his figure tightly inside. The terrifying blood-red regular lightning was like countless sea snakes, winding towards the numerous figures of Avis.
But what shocked Marquis Winter was that although his attack annihilated some of the projections, many projections did not dissipate after being attacked by him. Instead, they released ninth-order attack spells at him.
These mirror images are not simple clone magic, but the space-time mirror images of himself at different time points that Avis summons with the help of the power of the web of fate and his understanding of the timeline after traveling through time and space.
Unlike the magic clones that shattered at the slightest touch, the strongest of these projections were even as strong as his original body. But as a price, they could not stay in the present for a long time, and each space-time mirror could only exist for one minute from the moment it appeared.
Faced with the attacks of countless 'Anvis', at this moment, the intention to retreat in Marquis Winter's heart completely overwhelmed the idea of keeping the secret here.
The enemy's methods were too bizarre. As a ninth-rank warrior, there was no need for him to risk his life for a possible secret with an unknown existence. . ….….While Anvis was fighting with Marquis Winter, in the core secret room deep in the base, a petite girl in a white dress was being tightly bound to a strange device.
The main body of the device is made of high-strength magic-averse alloy. A high-level magic-suppressing ring engraved with dark blue runes is bound around the girl's slender white limbs and neck, firmly imprisoning the magic power in the girl's body, making her look even more fragile and pitiful.
Two transparent catheters were inserted deeply into her wrists, and blood with a radiant glow flowed out of the catheters into a pool of blood whose function was unknown. The magical effects of the surrounding devices maintained the girl's vital signs at the minimum level at all times.
The girl's eyes were closed, and her waist-length light golden hair flowed down naturally, but the ends floated in the air, presenting a strange state as if it was anti-gravity.
Fiona had a dream.
In her dream, she came to a quiet forest, where some strange little animals were running around, and countless blooming white bell flowers were swaying in the wind in the woods sprinkled with fragmented golden sunlight.
Following a winding path, the girl walked into the depths of the forest, where a huge, strange, and magnificent castle appeared before her eyes.
Different from the Moonfall Castle she was familiar with, this castle had a more fantasy-style conical tower connected by a large number of floating flying buttresses. The bright sun hung motionlessly in the sky, coating this fantasy castle with a light golden hue.
Passing through the tall gate, the girl saw the castle's garden full of silver roses. At this moment, a strange tea party was being held in the garden.
Beside the long dining table covered with a white tablecloth, little animals dressed in formal attire were enjoying afternoon tea and chatting with each other leisurely, their postures as elegant as those of humans.
In the middle of the long table, a petite girl was sitting there with a white porcelain teacup in one hand and a book in front of her, flipping through the book with her slender hands.
She was wearing the same light white dress, with a big light blue bow on her head, and her long light golden hair falling down as softly as the afternoon sun, as beautiful as a painting.
As if sensing her gaze, the girl stopped turning the pages of the book and gently raised her head. The surprised face of the reader was reflected in her beautiful big lake blue eyes.
"…Who are you? Where is this place?"
When the girl sitting at the dining table looked up, Fiona suddenly felt as if she saw herself in the mirror.
"I'm Fiona, and this is my dream."
Behind the long table, Fiona tilted her head and looked at the other 'Fiona' who had arrived with some curiosity.
When Fiona was unexpectedly swept away by the power of time and space that Avis traveled through, she didn't actually feel much. She just felt that her eyes suddenly blurred, and then she appeared in a chaotic and unknown place.
Realizing that the situation was unusual, she immediately unleashed the power of "Fiona's Adventures in Wonderland" that had been integrated with the land of inheritance, and forcibly assimilated the surrounding environment into her home ground.
Before the arrival of the other 'Fiona', the girl just thought that she was drawn into a special dream for unknown reasons and was trying to find a way to return to Avis.
However, when she saw the 'other self' appear before her, she finally realized that the situation seemed to be much more complicated than she had imagined.
Because, when the two looked into each other's eyes, some new fragments of memories suddenly began to emerge in their minds rapidly and synchronously.
Unlike Avis, Fiona's consciousness descended upon herself in another world. This situation meant that the two could directly synchronize some superficial memories.
As the memory synchronization ended, Fiona quickly understood her current situation.
"So... I've been caught for who knows how long?"
After reading through the memories of 'Fiona' in this world, Fiona was surprised.
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