Chapter 1062 Aiwass: You are already dead
...I'm already dead?
The Count of Orleans was stunned.
Intellectually, he wanted to dismiss the other person's words as nonsense... but he couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.
Ever since he obtained the Mad King's Skull and studied some of its rules, Count Orleans has simultaneously developed ambition and fear in his heart.
On the one hand, he believed that with the Skull of the Mad King, he could defeat any enemy; on the other hand, he also knew that he could fail no matter what enemy he faced.
Could it be that this time... I am really abandoned by it?
Or had the Swan King in the Empty Box awakened? Did he realize he was being used? Now he wanted to take this opportunity to kill him?
Or was it that his previous worries were correct... Arsene really cooperated with the Vendôme family and the Hawkeye organization to research the secret of the Mad King's Skull, and now they want to steal his treasure?
Countless thoughts rose and fell in his mind, and the fear in his heart made Count Orleans feel extremely cold.
It was like swallowing a piece of ice, feeling the chilling coldness cut through one's esophagus like a knife and penetrate into one's stomach.
The moment this thought came to his mind, Count Orleans realized that it was not an illusion.
...My stomach, why is it so cold?
Why is it so quiet all of a sudden?
Did Yasin stop singing? When did he stop?
Count Orleans slowly lowered his head and saw a trace of blood gradually emerging from his abdomen.
Streams of blood spurted out, splashing onto the ground and the wall. When he looked down and saw that he had been cut in half, the blood spurted out suddenly.
Like water from a bucket being poured onto the ground, blood splashed onto the ground in a semicircle.
His upper body slumped backward, falling to the ground. A strange feeling of fatigue washed over him, making him feel like a mere mortal, closing his eyes and falling asleep forever...
……etc.
By the way, will my bleeding be that heavy?
The moment this thought came to his mind, he realized something was wrong.
“No…wait!”
Suddenly, the Count of Orleans opened his eyes.
He was still standing in the corridor where the fog had just been cleared, and the three men had not yet launched an attack.
Arsene did not sing, and the Moon Child did not take out the Winter Devil's scythe.
"...Sure enough, everything before was an illusion."
He breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed his inner fear and trepidation, and said calmly, "You can't hide this kind of thing from me."
"oh?"
Seeing this, the Moon Child in front of him suddenly revealed a sinister smile: "Are you so sure that you have emerged from the hallucination?"
"……What?"
Count Orleans opened his eyes wide in astonishment.
He looked down and found a trace of frost rapidly spreading from his abdomen to both sides, freezing himself in the ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.
The chilling coldness made his thoughts freeze.
He didn't know how long it was before he realized something was wrong again: if he was in that corridor before, it meant that they had just started fighting, and no one showed any illusion ability at this time.
He is still in the illusion!
Then the Count of Orleans woke up again.
The chilling coldness had already penetrated his heart—he felt his limbs become incredibly stiff, making a crackling sound with the slightest movement. It was as if they weren't flesh and blood, but rather a puppet with joints filled with sand, making it difficult to move.
He appeared in the cold white mist.
Even Yasen hadn't appeared yet.
——This must be the source of the illusion!
He had been trapped in an illusion from the very beginning! Everything he remembered was false!
With this in mind, Count Orleans did not intend to disperse the white fog this time, but instead planned to sneak through it and wait for an opportunity to ambush and attack the illusionist.
But as he thought about it, he felt that his body was losing temperature and frost was forming at a very fast rate.
Damn it, when...
——Which one is true?!
As he thought this, his thoughts came to a standstill again.
In a trance, Count Orleans seemed to see countless versions of himself.
Burned myself, frozen myself, chopped myself in half.
I was chopped into pieces by the shadows, and then I was purified by the holy light...
...and myself, who was deeply immersed in the dream and unable to extricate myself.
Like a spinning kaleidoscope, countless possibilities are intertwined in my heart.
——And at this time.
Outside the illusion, Aiwass had put away his sickle.
He was squatting in front of the rainbow-lit, bisected ice sculpture of the Moon Child, extending his glowing right hand to touch the sculpture's head—he was reading its illusion.
At this time, the dagger Sarastro was still flying to the ground far away, and the knocked-down Yassen had just stood up from the ground.
The illusion, as deep blue as the sea, vanished without a trace when Arsen sheathed the dagger Sarastro.
"You need to practice your swordsmanship, Yassen."
Aiwass said leisurely, "Otherwise, I think your father might be dissatisfied with you - letting the family heirloom sword be knocked away so easily. You'd better check it for any nicks."
“No way…”
Yasen blurted out, but then his voice softened a little because he had also thought of this possibility.
He drew his dagger uncertainly: "No way...? Eh...it's actually true..."
Although the sword was fine, a piece of the gem on the scabbard was indeed chipped off, and a silver ornament in the shape of a bull's head also showed obvious signs of friction.
Yasen knew that silver was too soft. It was normal for it to be damaged after being sent flying by such an impact... But the sword itself wasn't reinforced by the preservation technique?!
"…What's wrong with him, Aiwass?"
Sherlock on the side frowned and asked in confusion.
He didn't know the power of Star Ice.
In his opinion, the end of this battle was extremely abrupt and caught people off guard.
After Count Orleans knocked the dagger away with a cane, the illusion like a tide enveloped everyone.
But immediately afterwards, Aiwass condensed a shield that fell from the sky - if a solid ice wall shining with colorful rainbow light could be called a shield - blocking Yasen and Count Orleans.
The Count of Orleans, who was in a hallucination, could not see the ice wall at all.
He lashed out fiercely at the ice wall—and then, his body suddenly stopped moving. The ice wall, like shattered diamonds, spread over him, enveloping him in the blink of an eye.
Aiwass simply stepped forward and swung his scythe with incredible dexterity.
There was no resistance, no deflection or evasion.
The Count of Orleans was frozen into an ice sculpture and was cut in half in just an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the wound withered and lost its color, transforming into a grayish-white stone sculpture. And like crystals gradually precipitating in a test tube, the traces of petrification gradually spread into the interior of the ice sculpture.
...This is, the fifth energy level?
The enemy barely made a single effective attack, and yet they were defeated like this?
Sherlock felt a little unreal for a moment.
“He…”
Aiwass chuckled, but his eyes were cold and indifferent: "He's trapped in an endless nightmare."
"Is he still alive?"
"No, he's already dead. He just hasn't realized it yet... and so he's been kept alive by the Box of Nothingness. As he awakens from his hallucinations again and again, he gets closer and closer to reality.
"But before that, he will probably lose the will to live."
The more insane he becomes, the more he reveals his ugliness, and the more he refuses to die... the more he will be abandoned by the Box of Nothingness, and the closer he will be to death.
But the more awake he became, the closer he got to the reality that he was already dead—
This is an unsolvable dead end.
"So, he's dead."
Aiwass declared.
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