Chapter 199: Death of Droste (5k)
Aiwass stared at the other person with a serious and cautious expression.
The "Mirage" ritual is not simple.
This is a large-scale ritual that can only be performed by the "Grand Wizard", the advanced profession of the Ritual Mage.
The effect in the game is to make yourself and your teammates instantly invisible, and create a group of mirror clones in the distance that inherit one-tenth of the attack power and can be manipulated at will.
The mirror image cannot cast spells or use items, but it also has no physical form unless it attacks. It only has physical form for three seconds after attacking.
This thing is annoying, really annoying - it doesn't do much damage, but it's annoying.
Not only does it provide vision by staying by your side, but it also allows you to taunt and trash talk your opponent. If your opponent doesn't have a counter-measure, they won't be able to fight back.
If you don't protect the back row, they can easily be killed by a few illusions; they can also actively attack to materialize, to resist damage and resist some skills.
But Aiwass has a way to deal with them.
Because the essence of this clone is a curse, it can be dispelled by the ability to dispel curses.
What really gave him a headache was the other party's identity.
Aiwass knew very little about this enemy - as the leader of the Noble Red, this man had not even entered the dungeon.
Noble Red was an early-game villain organization, only able to bully Avalon. After Avalon was gone, they were repeatedly beaten by Star Antimony, Iris, and Camelot... but they survived until 6.0 and still hadn't completely disbanded.
All Aiwass knew was that this man was a true "descendant of God." As a direct descendant of Xiong Tiansi, he had noble blood flowing in his veins, and his ultimate goal was to emulate Arthur of the past and seize the position of Tiansi in a mortal body.
...But now it seems that he is related to his grandfather Jacob Alexander?
Wolfram was in a good mood as he watched Aiwass purse his lips.
As a giant, he was somewhat face-blind when it came to humans and elves, and couldn't tell their ages. It was like a human looking at a dog; aside from the general difference in breed, there were few differences in appearance.
"Your grandfather, Jacob, was the mentor who taught me the profession of 'Curse Master'."
Wolfram said slowly, "My dear teacher..."
"...I don't know any Jacob."
Aiwass was silent for a moment and spoke in a low voice.
"Oh, that makes sense. After all, your whole family is dead, orphan.
"But how did you know about this ritual? This is a ritual developed by the old man... Did he really leave behind some legacy? Never mind. Since you said you don't know it..."
Wolfram smiled and said, "Then I suppose you won't mind. Your grandfather was killed by my curse, right?"
Aiwass narrowed his eyes.
The predecessor of Noble Red and one of the founders of Scaleless Hand.
Aiwass's grandfather, Jacob Alexander, died of typhoid fever fourteen years ago.
And now, he has finally confirmed the cause of his grandfather's death.
A red card appeared silently in Aiwas's palm, which was clasped on the armrest of the wheelchair.
The Great Guardian stood slightly in front of Aiwass and whispered, "Don't be impulsive. Just like you said, they are just illusions - what's going on inside?"
"It's been resolved."
Aiwass's voice was emotionless and eerily calm. "I cured everyone who might have died, and I killed anyone who tried to plant a bomb."
"Jacob's grandson seems to be quite capable."
Another slightly shorter giant also didn't care about the lives of those demonologists. He just followed up with a sneer: "It just looks like their legs aren't in good condition..."
"—Could it be that you were hurt by the curse that runs in your blood? By the way, do you know how your biological parents died?"
"Oh……"
Hearing this, Aiwass suddenly laughed.
He also took back the cards in his palm.
Instead, there was a blazing flame between the fingers.
He spread his palms, leaned back in the wheelchair, raised his head slightly, and relaxedly revealed his neck and collarbone.
Aiwass sighed and looked at Noble Red with pity: "So you guys don't know anything either..."
I don't know about Shadow Demon, or Aleister, or even Professor Moriarty.
——It’s just a chess piece that is more capable of fighting.
A golden-red butterfly condensed and was born from the palm of Aiwass's hand, and landed on the tip of Aiwass's middle finger.
At that moment, everyone's attention was focused on him.
"It's not time to ask you for the debt yet."
Aiwass said calmly, and the butterfly slowly opened its wings and took flight: "Go away."
The butterfly flew up and opened its mouth, radiating light like the sun.
The two giants did not dodge or evade, but just watched the butterfly approaching them.
——Because when the Great Guardian appeared, they knew that the operation had failed.
This was none of their business—the Star Antimony people had made it clear that no Level 5 Transcendents would arrive within an hour. They certainly didn't completely believe the woman's claims, so they planned to end the battle within half an hour. But just twenty minutes later, the Great Guardian arrived.
It would be better to test it out and see what Jacob's grandson is capable of.
"Is that the little butterfly?"
The smaller giant laughed and said, "That's really..."
Before he finished speaking, a brilliant golden halo, centered on the butterfly, spread out in all directions.
It is a light that can restore all distortions and curses to their original state.
It shone on the Great Guardian, but there was no warmth.
But suddenly golden flames ignited on the bodies of the two giants - they burned rapidly, like fire burning cotton cloth soaked in wine.
In just a moment, their faces were burned blurred and their limbs were burned to only vague frames.
...The dispel spell of the Path of Devotion.
The Great Guardian felt the light and murmured in his heart.
He felt heavy-hearted, reflecting on his own lack of calmness while looking around vigilantly.
I was actually frightened by the illusion... No, to be more precise, I was enraged.
The "Eye of Avalon" had clearly seen the truth, but when it saw Wolfram, it still lost its rationality for a moment.
Rather than being worried that he had somehow managed to get into Glass Island, he subconsciously hoped he would return, giving him a chance to make up for past humiliation. That's why he subconsciously denied the possibility that this was an illusion.
I actually need Aiwass to remind me...
I'm still too young.
The great guardian, who was just in his early forties this year, thought sadly.
And when the light completely dissipated, the illusion of the two giants also disappeared without a trace.
Even the ongoing exorcism ritual and energy loss ritual were dispelled by the golden butterfly.
——But what was unusual was that after losing the two giants who served as their backbone, the red-robed men did not flee nor did they show fear.
After the Great Guardian appeared, they seemed to have been disconnected and immediately stood there motionless like puppets.
After the giant disappeared, they paused for a moment and then immediately began to cast spells on Evans in unison.
All of them were ritual spells that required the consumption of materials and a considerable amount of time, and none of them had a casting difficulty higher than Level 3. However, their lethality was considerable—if Aiwass had been directly hit, two hits would have likely brought him to near death.
...A worry demon? A puppet curse? Or a trap demon?
Aiwas' heart moved slightly, and he roughly guessed that they should be controlled by the shorter giant.
No wonder they obeyed orders so unanimously... and no wonder the two giants didn't feel any pity when they died.
It turns out that they are just a group of cannon fodder used as batteries and mobile magic circles.
——Forget it, it doesn’t matter.
Cannon fodder is also experience.
As a group of fragile mages, they sent out their own guardian demons to die first, and then stood there close to each other and read the bar to output - isn't this courting death?
If the Great Guardian wasn't there, then that would be understandable. After all, it wouldn't be easy to take the demons with them when they retreated, so it would be better to just send them away, saving the materials and mana needed for casting spells.
The Lawmage's mana was completely consumed by them, and the Overseer's fighting power was almost completely worn down by the two waves of demons. If they fired two more volleys, almost everyone inside would be dead.
The path of transcendence with the first-mover advantage is extremely terrifying.
The only high-level extraordinary person, Director Taiya, was unable to resist the two giant illusions at all - even if he only had one tenth of his strength, he was still a former giant berserker of the fifth energy level.
"Can you leave the rest to me, Mr. George?"
Aiwass asked softly: "I kind of... want to kill someone."
Three crimson butterflies slowly gathered around him.
Maybe he wanted to vent his anger.
The Great Guardian thought.
Although Aiwass suppressed it well, he had just caught a hint of anger from Aiwass's tone and expression. He could also catch the true murderous intent from Aiwass's words.
However, now that the crisis has been resolved, let Aiwass vent his anger. These demonologists deserved to die.
Just think of it as gratitude from the other person for reminding you to see through the illusion.
"Just do what you want to do."
The Great Guardian then tucked his left sword back into his waist, took out his pocket watch, which was identical to the Avalon emblem, and held it in his hand. He said in a deep voice, "I will protect you—no spell will be able to harm you in the slightest."
As he spoke, the pocket watch emitted a white light.
Even though it was almost noon, the white light was brighter than sunlight.
"That's good..."
Aiwass murmured softly, closing his eyes with a sad expression: "Thank you very much, Mr. George."
But he was excited in his heart.
——I just acted pitifully and the boss agreed to help me gain experience!
Then I won’t let any of them go—
Aiwass made up his mind to use up all his fire magic power here and kill as many as possible.
And the other side.
Lily, who was wrapped in the shadow demon, appeared silently at the door of Droste's cell after helping Aiwass kill the demonologists inside the Supervisory Bureau.
A demonologist without demonic protection is so vulnerable.
They didn't even cast a protective ritual on themselves... Lily didn't even let the Shadow Fiend take action, she just used the shadow stealth ability and killed them easily.
There wasn't much time that Aiwass could buy her, so Lily had to finish what she had to do as soon as possible.
——Kill your own biological father.
Her gray eyes stared at the old man in front of her who was as fat as a seal, with a complicated expression.
But the Shadow Demon spoke directly, saying in its deep and hoarse voice: "Long time no see...Mr. Deerhorn."
"...Aleister?"
Hearing this sound, Droste suddenly woke up.
He tried to look in that direction, but saw nothing.
Unlike the woman who was previously called "Blood Diamond", who always emanated a hazy moonlight-like glow - even if he opened his eyes wide, he could not see anything from the place where the voice of "Aleister" came from.
Even though the other party probably couldn't see him, Droste still wore a kind and cheerful smile on his face: "Mr. Aleister - or was it Miss? So it's you who came to save me this time?"
As he said this, his heart was slightly lifted, and he felt inexplicably nervous.
He kept on mumbling: "Thank you so much - by the way, how did you know my identity?"
"Of course Miss Grey told me."
The Shadow Demon was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and laughed softly.
"Gray... so you're a lady too? How rude..."
Minister Droste looked ashamed, and at the same time, he tried to test "Miss Aleister's" attitude: "When I thought he was a young gentleman, I thought... he had some special relationship with Lady Gray-Green... After all, Lady Gray-Green does have this kind of hobby, I know..."
If Aleister and Gray have a bad relationship, she will either mock him or remain silent.
If they have a good relationship, she will refute such speculation on the other party's behalf.
But "Aleister" just laughed and said: "I heard that you investigated me?"
"really."
Droste did not hide anything: "This is necessary caution..."
"Whatever you say."
Aleister said, "Put your hands out and I'll help you cut off the handcuffs."
"good--"
Droste was certain that the other party was the one who rescued him: "You guys just broke in? What about the Great Guardian?"
"He's not here because someone in the royal family died..."
"Aleister" laughed and whispered.
The next moment, the shadow turned into a sharp blade.
Directly cut off Droste's hands.
He let out a scream and staggered back two steps.
"you--"
Droste said angrily.
But he only made a sound and stopped immediately.
He was silent for a moment, then he said in a humble, almost abject manner: "You really helped me cut off the handcuffs that bound me..."
"Just tell me if your hands are free. It can be cured anyway."
The Shadow Demon laughed in a low voice, making a cheerful sound: "Come on, stretch out your legs. I will cut off your shackles."
This time Droste hesitated.
"Why," the Shadow Demon provoked, "Are you afraid that I'll chop off your legs too?"
"That's not the case... I believe you..."
As he spoke, Droste stretched out his legs.
He had no choice.
Regardless of whether Aleister was cruel or was seeking revenge for investigating him... he had no choice.
I can only swallow my anger for the time being.
You wait, until I get to Xingti...
Droste said resentfully in his heart.
I heard Aleister is a woman? That's great... He knows how to torture a woman.
The next moment, he let out another scream.
His legs were also cut off.
"He knows how to torture a woman... Is that what you think?"
Aleister scoffed.
"—You can read minds?!"
Droste's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Unfortunately, I won't. I guess."
The Shadow Demon laughed in a low voice: "It seems that I guessed right."
For some reason, the silent Lily suddenly felt that Miss Shadow Demon had become somewhat similar to Aiwass...
If it were Master Aiwass, he might do the same.
"Please, Miss, please spare me..."
Droste immediately knelt on the ground humbly, ignoring the fact that his arms and legs were cut off, and endured the pain with his forehead on the ground: "Or you can chop off my head..."
Wait a minute, Miss Shadow Demon...
Lily suddenly said in her heart.
She wanted to know, was she murdered because she was an illegitimate child, or because she was a girl?
The Shadow Demon listened to her patiently and couldn't help laughing.
"I'll give you a chance, Charles Droste. Among your children, grandchildren... who is your favorite child?"
Aleister laughed cruelly and whispered, "You'd better not lie."
"It's my granddaughter... Suryani Droste."
Droste was uneasy.
"Why?" Shadow Demon asked.
"because……"
Droste hesitated for a moment, but answered honestly: "Because she is also my daughter."
Hearing this, Lily closed her eyes, suppressing the murderous intent stirring in her heart.
“Hahahahahaha…”
The Shadow Fiend laughed happily. "As expected of you, old man—then if I ask you to give her to me as a sacrifice in exchange for your survival, would you agree?"
"...You're not Aleister?"
Are you Shadow Fiend?
Hearing this, Droste was startled and tried to raise his head.
But just as he was about to raise his head, he was kicked hard on the back of his head and pushed back.
——Only demons demand sacrifices.
No wonder she can read people's minds... No wonder she's so irritable...
"So what?"
The Shadow Demon said cruelly: "Give it to me, or not?"
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"
Droste said without hesitation: "I can give you everything! The entire Droste family can—"
Before he could finish his words, the foot on his neck suddenly became more forceful.
“…I understand.”
A voice that should have been extremely gentle but now sounded a little hoarse: "You don't love anyone at all... Lord Droste.
"My voice, does it sound familiar?"
"Who are you……?"
Droste had no idea who the voice belonged to.
So he tried to answer: "The real Aleister?"
Suddenly, an extremely thick black spiral spear pierced through his body and lifted him up like a flag.
"—If the young master wants."
Lily said: "I can be."
The next moment, the Shadow Demon's evil and crazy laughter rang out.
Amidst Droste's shrill screams, he was torn into pieces by the shadow demon, starting from his limbs.
A big chapter of 5,000 words!
I updated a total of 8,000 words today, finishing this plot in one go! Praise the cat! (Aknuckles)
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