Chapter 813 The hunt begins, Heleqin!
Pomponazzi felt a momentary blank in his mind.
When he regained consciousness, his body became extremely tired and weak, as if all his strength had been drained away.
——It was as if he was frozen in time, and Aleister beat him up and then took the opportunity to escape!
Of course, Pomponazzi knew it was just an illusion.
Time hadn't stopped; this was another application of the preservation technique—it had directly "saved" Lady Bayard in a safe place. And as she was imbued with the power of dusk, the surging power of the path of love within her was severely suppressed and weakened.
Just like warm blood quickly coagulates and dries up on a cold winter night.
Pomponazzi hated the evening journey.
He would never admit his aging, and even more so refused to admit that he had strayed onto the twilight path... This was precisely because of his strong aversion to the twilight path.
And now, the eerie feeling that remained in his body made Peng Bonazi extremely disgusted.
This power... its aura felt very similar to the ice that had caused me to fall into the hallucination before...
"dusk--"
Peng Bonazi said this through gritted teeth, his voice full of hatred.
Without a doubt.
The special power that Baroness Bayard had used before undoubtedly came from Dark Phase Grunewald!
——This is not groundless speculation.
The power of dusk, which could control him, coupled with the fact that it was winter, with heavy snow outside... and he happened to be at Grunewald's home ground. Aleister had mentioned during their meeting that Heinrich was also frozen here.
This just proves that everything is Grunewald's conspiracy!
No wonder she stayed here on purpose!
"Want to kill me?"
Pomponazzi's voice became louder and louder, with more and more emphasis: "You can try--"
The armor formed by the rapidly flowing blood suddenly shattered, revealing a ferocious and sharp right hand like a giant dragon.
He suddenly reached down to grab the ground, and the ground of the Spirit Tower was easily crushed like tofu.
And then, blood and energy were poured into the entire spirit tower along the ground.
The faucets were spinning automatically at high speed one after another, and hot blood with white smoke spurted out from the faucets on every floor.
The corrosive blood fell to the ground and burned through the walls of the Spirit Tower, and white smoke full of vitality flowed throughout the corridor.
A passing student breathed in the white smoke and began coughing violently. But before they could cough for long, a bloody hand suddenly reached out from their chest and abdomen, and then ripped open their stomach.
Some are boys and some are girls.
They were only seven or eight years old and crawled out directly from their chests and abdomens.
The blood-soaked children bathed in the corrosive white mist. The translucent blood film covering their bodies was corroded away in the blink of an eye, and their skin quickly became intact. They grew up rapidly, and after just a few steps, they turned into teenage boys and girls.
In the entire Psychic Tower, there are constantly newborn babies and young people who have grown up to be in their twenties.
Some clones stopped growing when they reached their teens, some stopped at a few years old, and some stopped in their twenties or thirties... There were even middle-aged people in their forties or fifties, and elderly people in their sixties and seventies.
The number was twenty, thirty, forty... and finally it was fixed at sixty-six.
Pomponazzi the Ageless—
The moments in his life that he was supposed to experience but didn't have the chance to experience, all manifested as one clone after another at this moment.
It's not so much that his mind has split into so many parts...
Rather, it is like he manifested the bodies of many people and gave them his own faces.
At this moment, the dusk-colored halo expanded again - enveloping the dying students, causing them to disappear instantly.
And on the top floor, Aleister was being kept here.
Looking at the rescued students, her expression was extremely serious.
Two pure white flame butterflies emerged from between her fingers.
Compared to the flame butterflies summoned by Aiwass, they seem to be larger—
[2x Spell Range: Double the range of this spell]
The students, who had been transported back in a disemboweled state and covered in blood, were divided into two piles by Matthias, male and female. Two pure white flame butterflies flew over each of them, then burst into brilliant light.
That is the positive effect of the Flame Butterfly, which summons out a flame butterfly with healing power!
After its range was increased, two powerful healing stars bloomed!
These two area treatments covered all the injured at the same time, allowing them to recover instantly.
Even Aleister, the healer, felt satisfied.
——It feels so good!
This large-scale treatment can be perfectly filled without overflowing, and has a very obsessive-compulsive aesthetic...
At this moment, Christina, who had just regained her vitality but was still weak, lay on the ground with her eyes wide open and looked at Aleister. Her blurred vision gradually focused and she recognized the man who had saved her and her classmates.
I was saved once again...
This thought popped up in her mind, and the earthbound spirit in her mind immediately became excited and clamored to come out.
At this time, Aleister just whispered to Principal Matthias: "Is that some kind of clone technique?"
"That's the art of creation—he's already vaguely touched upon the essence of the source river, just like me. If he could ascend to the dream world, he could become a celestial master... but I've never seen that technique before. You're the first person to push him to this point."
The lich floated in the air, uttering a hollow, echoing voice: "Pomponazzi cuts his own soul into pieces and releases it...using the bodies of others as materials to create 'himself'.
"For so many years, he's been accustomed to using 'family punishment' to absorb his erring offspring, bypassing their immortality and giving them a decisive death. In this way, he cultivates an image of authority that is not cruel but very powerful.
"But those souls still exist within him. They've simply merged with him... I warned Pomponazzi, and he seemed to enjoy it."
"...Maybe he thought this would make him feel less lonely."
Aleister whispered.
And the lich replied: "Obviously, he didn't.
"The Moon Child's soul could not ascend to the Dream Realm, so the souls of those who died merged with his. He did not attempt to break down their consciousnesses... This would have placed an increasing burden on him. One day, he would have gone mad, no longer his original self.
"Now it seems... he probably had a plan all along. This isn't a clone technique; each one is the original body—if any one escapes, it's as if he escapes intact. And each of those 'Pomponazi' is difficult to completely kill. It would take at least six to ten kills to exhaust their vitality."
"……escape?"
Aleister caught Mathias's meaning: "Is he going to escape?"
"After all, Pomponazi wasn't known for his aggressive nature... He was a very rational person back then, an outlier among the Moon Children. He probably didn't know you were stalling for time.
"From his reaction, he probably sensed that your level of love is the same as his, or even higher, so he is very cautious towards you.
"Pomponazi pretended to be angry with you, but in reality, he wanted to disrupt the situation and seize the opportunity to escape. He felt that fighting you in this situation was unfair... The fact that he only threw something at you when he first 'attacked' you was proof of this.
"If you concentrate on preparing for battle with him, he'll take the opportunity to transform and escape."
The lich Grunewald knew this old friend too well and directly pointed out the true intentions of the Red Prime Minister Pomponazzi.
In fact, Aleister also vaguely felt it - although Pomponazzi had a strong murderous intention, he did not attack him by surprise.
——She made the ice umbrella at that time just to deliberately scam people.
If she fashioned a shield, people might be wary, but the gorgeous ice umbrella would make people think she was showing off. Using an umbrella to block projectiles would also seem more natural.
When Peng Bonazi attacked Star Ice, Star Ice released five times the mana and dragged him into an endless illusion!
“…But he was able to break free from it.”
"He's already died once, by suicide."
The lich, who was extremely sensitive to death, replied, "He used this method to quickly break free from the dream, and he's been preparing to escape ever since. Perhaps the seal you used on him with the power of [Taboo] made him wary of you. He probably thought it was the power I gave you... As you said before, the source of the power of the Spirit Tower is the forbidden power of the Lingbo Tiansi.
"Although Pomponazzi rarely comes to the Ziggurat, he can taste the flavor of 'me' there. I have long since become one with the Ziggurat, and now I wield a forbidden power... He may not know what that power is called, but he knows it is related to me."
The skeleton floated in the air and spoke leisurely.
Unlike Pomponazzi, he was just chatting with the person next to him while watching a movie...without any intention of killing.
"It seems that the forbidden path is different from the path of power, and is closer to the path of beasts..."
Aleister smiled and said, "Although these old paths have been replaced and optimized, there are still many traces left in the world."
"You want to take action? That's sixty-six fifth energy levels."
"I want to try it."
Aleister said calmly.
Principal Grunewald replied calmly, “He can’t touch you while I’m here; but if you try to kill him, I won’t do it either.
"And you can't kill him with just the King of the Wild Hunt. It's like slapping a flying insect."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Aleister looked down at the fleeing Pomponazzi with a deep gaze and murmured softly.
Behind her, the mask of the King of the Wild Hunt, who was standing quietly, fell down with a clang.
A dim yellow color was staining his snow-white armor, and the students watched in shock—even horror.
All the students of the Spiritual Tower were here to witness the most grand hunting ceremony since the founding of Xingtan.
Following Aleister's summons, the Thunder Halberd also appeared in Heleqin's hands.
The violent lightning shattered the window directly, and the cold wind rushed in and covered it.
"The hunt is on, Helechin!"
Aleister still held the Book of Law high in one hand, his voice cold and sharp: "Leave no one behind—"
Above the sky, among the dark clouds.
The Wild Hunt is gathering.
Heleqin, covered in a layer of frost, gripped the Thunder Halberd tightly, emitting a low, humming sound:
"—Your will, Master. I come here to obey your orders."
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