madnovel Chapter 371 Mirror Projection
Chapter 371 Mirror Projection
Chapter 371 Mirror Projection
Boom!
Countless streaks of silver-white lightning appeared out of thin air, carrying an aura of brutal destruction that seemed almost tangible, and struck Clarice in a dense barrage.
The black skirt on the latter swayed slightly, rippling out circles of dark light, before shattering into countless irregular fragments of mirror with a crash.
A mirror double!
Cyril frowned slightly as the clones he created with high frequency of "flash" disappeared one after another, only to reappear in other places.
As he shifted positions, phantom black flames erupted beneath the feet of those "clones," thick frost spread, grayish-white petrification appeared, and tiny, invisible pathogens emerged...
Every glass window and every "mirror" around her reflected Clarice's image, and at the same time, every Clarice's eyes reflected Cyril's image.
The eyes of the "ageless witch" are like a "mirror," and anything she sees can become the target of her curse.
Seeing that Cyril had escaped the curse, the reflection of Clarice in the mirror all shifted their gaze.
As Cyril was "blinking," a layer of darkness appeared before his eyes, but it vanished on its own before he could react.
In the mirror world, a look of surprise flashed across Clarice's deep gray and bright eyes.
She had just tried to forcibly pull Cyril into the mirror world, but failed the moment she made the attempt.
Even most demigods cannot resist being pulled into the mirror world by me; at most, they can sense it in advance and take measures to avoid or escape.
A "magician" skilled in spatial manipulation might be able to resist this power, but he is clearly just a "traveler"... unless he relies on the suppression of his rank, but how is that possible?
In a flash, Clarice's reflection in the mirror all turned their gazes away. She changed her target, intending to pull the entire street into the mirror world.
At the same time, Sirion's brow twitched slightly; he sensed a warning from his spiritual intuition.
Then, he found that the street beneath his feet had become somewhat unreal, with left and right reversed.
After realizing Clarice's thoughts, countless fine and dazzling starlight appeared around him, quickly intertwining to outline a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
The next second, tiny spider silk, almost invisible to the naked eye, suddenly appeared and wrapped around the illusory gate.
The petrified gray-white color began to spread from where the spider silk was entangled, turning the illusory gate into a petrified door, and it continued to spread outwards.
Cyril's figure "flashed" repeatedly, distancing himself from Clarice and the spider silk she created.
Behind each of the high-frequency "flashes" of Cyrien was a shimmering starlight, outlining one illusory door after another.
At the same time, Clarice's figure seemed to be reflected in mirrors from all directions, creating multiple mirror images out of thin air.
Each mirror image corresponds to a "clone" created by Cyril's high-frequency "flash".
Under the watchful eyes of the mirror images, some of Cyril's "avatars" and the illusory gate behind him ignited with black flames, some were covered in frost, some turned into grayish-white stone, and some were shrouded in terrifyingly dense pathogens...
The clones created by Cyril through high-frequency "flash" disappeared one after another, and then his figure stood out at the edge of this mirror world.
At the same time, pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes extended out from behind him.
With a gentle flap of strange wings behind him, his figure instantly became transparent and ethereal, as if he had entered a dimension intersecting with this mirror world.
boom!
Click~
A terrifying sonic boom suddenly exploded out of nowhere, accompanied by the wailing of the wind, creating wave after wave of dense and terrifying air currents in this mirror world.
The surrounding air trembled violently, causing streets and houses to crack. Clarice's mirror images shattered, and her real body suffered from ruptured eardrums and bloodshot eyes.
Ugh~
The turbulent airflow quickly calmed down, swirling around Clarice and emitting rhythmic sounds that could disturb spirits.
Having just regained her balance, Clarice's gray eyes momentarily glazed over, briefly lost in the rhythm of the wind.
Seizing the opportunity, Cyril solidified his figure in a flash, then pushed forward with both hands, opening a "door" connecting the mirror world with reality.
After leaving the mirror world, he clenched his right fist and said in a very authoritative voice, "Interaction with the mirror world is prohibited here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the glass of the surrounding houses and all reflective surfaces were covered with a rough, grayish-white layer.
The connection between the mirror world and reality is temporarily severed.
He then looked at Alger on the other side of the street, nodded slightly, and said, "Let's leave. It'll be over soon."
After saying that, his figure flickered several times and appeared not far from Azik and the "Orange Witch".
As he changed battlefields, Clarice's image was reflected in the eyes of the "Orange Witch," and he returned to reality using her eyes as a springboard.
With a calm expression, Sirion held the crystal ball containing only a blue eye to his chest and slightly bent his back.
As the crystal ball shone with a clear light, pure white, ethereal feathers emerged from his back.
These feathers fit together closely, forming a pair of broad, pure white wings.
Beneath his wings, his body cracked inch by inch, and a surge of colorful starlight, like flowing liquid, poured out, creating a hazy and eerie "oil painting".
The "Orange Witch" and Clarice, who had just come to reality from the mirror world, trembled as if electrocuted, and then thick, snake-like strands of hair fell from their heads.
These thick, snake-like hairs covered most of their bodies, making them look like a bizarre version of Medusa, instantly spreading an ominous, eerie, and insane feeling.
Azik, who was facing away from Cyrien, twitched his eyebrow slightly. His spiritual intuition was clamoring in his mind, warning him not to turn his head and not to look.
Above the gray fog, Klein, who had been watching Cyril closely, screamed and fell from his seat.
He collapsed onto the floor covered in gray mist, his body convulsing uncontrollably. His skin became transparent and smooth, as if starlight, as colorful as ink, was seeping out from beneath it.
After a while, he gradually got used to it, and stood up from the ground, one hand covering his head and the other hand pressing on the armrest of the chair.
"Damn... I'm on the same side!"
"If we weren't above the gray fog, this might have caused me to lose control."
"This is outrageous..."
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He muttered a few words to himself, then casually tossed out a gold coin, only turning his gaze back down after confirming there was no danger.
In reality, the "Orange Witch" and Clarice fell into a brief period of madness and chaos after directly confronting the true nature revealed by Cyril.
Almost simultaneously, the "celestial phenomena" in their mental world suddenly changed, and a terrifying storm, carrying a contagious madness, destroyed their mental barriers.
It seemed to come from reality, yet also from illusion, echoing in their ears.
Under the repeated blows to their minds and spirits, their bodies, minds, and spirits were all in a state of being out of control, and they stood there trembling in place.
Wearing a gray-white robe, the emaciated Erdfana appeared silently beside the "Orange Witch".
He seems to have always been there, but only now has he finally been noticed.
Erdfana's pale gold eyes swept lightly over the two witches before she reached out and grasped the card inlaid with diamonds and shimmering with dazzling light.
He arrived less than two seconds after Cyril played the harmonica, concealing himself with "psychological invisibility" while secretly influencing the two "witches," planting the seeds of psychological suggestion and "contagious madness" in them.
After obtaining the magical item wielded by the "Orange Witch," He turned to look at Cyril, whose figure had returned to normal, and said with a smile, "The 'ageless witches' are difficult to truly kill. Rather than wasting energy on their temporary deaths, it's better to take some useful loot."
As she spoke, fine, gray-white scales, engraved with three-dimensional symbols, appeared on her right hand, which held a card inlaid with diamonds.
With a forceful pull of the palm, the card inlaid with tiny diamonds shattered with a crack, and then countless tiny blue specks of light began to separate from the air, coalesce, and finally transformed into a quietly burning, brilliant flame.
Cyril raised her hand, wanting to give Erdfana a thumbs up. Snatching a magical item comparable to a level 0 sealed artifact was more painful for her than killing the "Orange Witch".
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, his spiritual intuition suddenly issued a frantic warning.
The next second, all the reflective surfaces around lit up with a faint, quiet light, and countless thick, long, and slippery figures, like pythons, were projected into the mirror world.
Their heads are either adorned with distinct black and white eyes, or have snake-like heads with slightly open mouths and flicking tongues, or have heads that are extremely beautiful like those of women.
Some of them wrapped around the "Orange Witch" and Clarice, dragging them into the mirror world, while others formed a circle, surrounding Cyril, Azik, and Erdfana.
Warninged by his spiritual intuition, Sirion lowered his head and closed his eyes the moment the python-like figure appeared.
Around him, the undead creatures summoned by Azik seemed to feel no pain, either standing quietly in place, being burned to death by the black flames that ignited on their bodies, or turning into grayish-white stones.
Immediately afterwards, a series of loud roars rang out, and many tall and majestic dragon figures appeared out of thin air.
Then the dragons were quickly set ablaze, turned into gray-white stone sculptures, or transformed into beautiful half-human, half-dragon women.
With his eyes closed, Sirion suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. After a brief feeling of weightlessness, he sensed the unique aura of the spirit world around him.
The incessant clamor of intuition in his mind finally subsided, and he opened his eyes.
Then I saw the familiar seven beams of pure light that seemed to be eternally and unchangingly perched at the very top of the spirit realm.
Behind him, Azik seemed lost in thought, saying in a somewhat unease, "That was the Primordial Witch. I remember seeing her a long time ago."
"To be precise, I should say I felt his presence. At that time, I was not able to face him directly. It was a charm that even rules and concepts were unwilling to oppose."
"I was so captivated by Him the moment I saw Him that I didn't even notice what He looked like, but I remember His aura very well."
"What he appeared in Bayam just now was only a mirror image projection, with limited power. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have had the chance to pull you into the spirit world."
Cyril nodded and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you so much for your help, otherwise there would have been another lifelike statue on the streets of Bayam after today."
As he spoke, he looked down at the back of his bare hand, where the skin had already turned grayish-white.
However, he could still sense the flesh beneath the grayish-white layer, though it was somewhat stiff and its spirituality was somewhat sluggish.
Should I see a doctor, a pharmacist, or try a folk remedy in this situation?
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw speckles of starlight, like colorful oil paint, gradually seeping from his grayish-white skin.
These starlight rays, like self-aware paint, flowed slowly through his hands, painting an exceptionally realistic skin.
Then the starlight subsided, and Cyril discovered that his petrification problem had been resolved.
...It has built-in air purification?
No, it's more like the power of fantasy has twisted the lines between falsehood and reality within me, yet I haven't done anything yet...
The power of the "Primal Witch" has triggered some of my instincts.
As his thoughts drifted, he noticed that his greyish-white robe had gained some black patterns, and Erdfana appeared in the spirit world, his aura sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
He tossed the quietly burning, brilliant flame in his hand toward Cyril, then said, "Chik's Mirror Projection has departed."
"The 'Witch's' calamity" has too much power over me, but she doesn't dare to truly detonate the problems within me. The uncontrolled pollution of the "Chaotic Sea" does her no good; on the contrary, it brings many harms.
"I was at a stalemate with Him for a while. He took the two witches away, but ultimately failed to reclaim the 'Planets Walker' attribute that I had shattered and restored."
He paused here, took a deep breath to reassure himself, and then continued, "I will probably need to find a quiet place to slumber for a while. The calamity from Chik has clung to me as a curse, and this cannot be resolved by simply introducing new pollution."
Cyril couldn't help but frown, looking down at the quietly burning, brilliant flame in his hand.
If we hadn't fought over the "Planets Walker" trait, things might not have escalated to this point...
No, my conflict with the "Primal Witch" stems from the "Conqueror" characteristic that was stolen from me. What happened today was just a premeditated revenge by the Witch Cult. No matter what the process is, the final result will not change.
On the contrary, the "Primordial Witch" had prepared a "Mirror Projection" in advance!
If it weren't for the several unexpected escapes from the mirror world, the final outcome would have been unimaginable.
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