madnovel Chapter 116 Prophecy and Role-Playing
Chapter 116 Prophecy and Role-Playing
Chapter 116 Prophecy and Role-Playing
Under the cover of wide-ranging lightning and wind blades, Cyrien's "flash" on the ground and in mid-air had his living space compressed and constantly reduced.
After all the figures that had appeared by "Flash" disappeared, Cyril's body suddenly became ethereal, tinged with mottled starlight, and merged with the surrounding space.
"Blend into the space!"
This is a manifestation of the "apprentice's" survival ability after becoming a demigod; it is both a form of concealment and an adaptation to different planets and different alternate-dimensional environments in the universe.
Raging storms are also considered extreme environments, which the "apprentices" can adapt to.
As he merged into the space, the dense, fragmented electric currents around him no longer caused him any stinging or numbness on his skin, and the howling, swirling winds no longer made it difficult for him to move.
Of course, the lightning and wind blades striking from mid-air could still directly harm him; the intensity of those attacks was beyond his tolerance. "Hmph!"
In mid-air, "The Singer of God" Ace Snake let out a cold snort.
Instantly, the air below vibrated, erupting with a sound like a high-yield gunpowder explosion, forcibly tearing apart a windless area even in a rapidly spinning hurricane.
On the ground, in a hidden space shrouded in shadow, Cyril felt warm liquid flowing from his ears, and at the same time, he lost his hearing.
If he hadn't concealed his location in time, the noise alone would probably have shattered his body.
"The 'apprentice' is still too fragile."
He sighed softly, reached out, and was about to dispel the spatial concealment when an antique silver-plated mirror suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
The mirror reflected the scene of this neighborhood, layer upon layer, endlessly overlapping.
At the same time, Cyril discovers that he and the hidden space he has created have been pulled into a strange mirror world.
"This looks like a sealed artifact of the Church of the Night?"
As he whispered, his figure suddenly blurred and then disappeared.
The next second, a black skull, as tall as a two-story house, suddenly appeared where he had just been.
A chilling wind, its origin unknown, swept around them, making their hair stand on end, their hearts pound, and their bodies tremble uncontrollably, as if confronting the deepest fear in their hearts.
Where the black skull appeared, the ground suddenly turned black, seemingly becoming a muddy abyss, as if connected to the underworld. Pale, transparent arms, with vines covered in eyeballs and teeth, stretched out from it.
Cyril's figure silently "flashed" into view in front of the giant black skull, gazing at it and pondering:
"As expected of a follower of the 'Mother of Secrets,' you directly broke through the space I had hidden."
As they were speaking, another Cyrion "teleported" out, wielding a crimson longsword tinged with pale purple, and slashed down at the massive black unicorn head in front of him.
boom!
After a dull thud, the enormous black skull that had broken through his hidden space vanished from the spot.
It has been harvested!
This was the full-force strike he had just recorded from Medici Soren Einhorn within the underground ruins.
Where the black skull disappeared, an old man dressed in a black and red priest's robe, with five dark holy symbols on his chest, was forced to appear.
Saint Anthony, Archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Night and Head of the Diocese of Backlund!
His face was clean-shaven, and his deep eyes were fixed on the figure of Cyril that had "appeared" before him. A subtle glint flashed in his eyes, and the figure of Cyril that he was looking at trembled involuntarily, unable to suppress or conceal it.
He was terrified!
But the next second, Cyril, gripped by fear, turned into a thin sheet of paper and vanished.
That wasn't a clone that "teleported," but rather a product of imagination.
This is an ability he acquired after absorbing the power from the blank scroll. It can bring his fantasies to reality to a certain extent, but it does not possess any real power; it is merely an empty shell with appearance, personality, temperament, and aura.
"You chose the wrong one..."
"Next, it's my turn."
Cyril's intermittent, pieced-together voice echoed from all directions, as if countless others around him were taking turns saying the same sentence.
At the same time, Cyrien, who had just reaped the giant black skull, reached out his right hand and grabbed at the void.
In an instant, the location of Saint Anthony was divided and the space was hidden, which was a temporary "spatial cage", which was also equivalent to a temporary seal.
Having temporarily dealt with the arriving Saint Anthony, Cyril did not delay. He stretched out his hands, reaching into the void, and then exerted force, tearing a dangerous rift in the void.
As he forcibly tore the space apart, spiderweb-like transparent cracks spread out from the gap.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the unique mirror world created by that ancient, silver-plated mirror was destroyed.
Pilaf!
The silver-plated mirror, held by a transparent natural spirit, suddenly cracked.
A deep, axe-cut-like crack is slanted and embedded in the mirror surface.
In mid-air, the "Singer of God," surrounded by the raging wind, happened to witness this scene, and his azure pupils contracted sharply.
The power capable of damaging the sealed artifact must be at the angelic level!
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately unleashed his most powerful attack.
Boom! Boom!
Amidst the deafening thunder, streaks of silvery-white lightning emerged from the thick clouds, carrying an intense, almost tangible, aura of violent destruction. They lashed out at the ground in dense, overwhelming lightning, enveloping the entire street in a forest of thunder.
The terrifying silver-white lightning engulfed everything, indiscriminately attacking friend and foe.
Beneath the "Lightning Storm," Cyril's figure suddenly blurred, tinged with mottled starlight, transforming into one illusory starlight gate after another. His true form continuously appeared behind the "gates," existing in two different worlds from the all-destroying "Lightning Storm," gazing at each other from afar, layer upon layer, countless in number.
The two sides remained deadlocked for nearly half a minute when Sirion suddenly felt his stable spiritual energy begin to dissipate rapidly, and his expression stiffened unnaturally.
Previously, in order to help him deal with the evil spirits of Medici Soren Einhorn, Adam had imagined the "Wanderer" characteristic and also imagined a rich spirituality for him, but now, that imagined spirituality has been used up.
He silently calculated the rate at which his spiritual energy was being depleted. Relying solely on his own spiritual energy, this level of "transformation" couldn't even last ten seconds.
...My trial card has expired, so I can't continue playing happily.
He paused, then looked up at Ace Snake, the "Singer of God," floating in mid-air, and chuckled softly:
"I've made some predictions about Backlund, about your future. Would you like to hear them?"
The only response he received was a flash of silver lightning and a continuous rumble of thunder.
He shrugged and shook his head helplessly.
Immediately, the countless illusory starlight gates, layer upon layer, vanished, and Cyrien's figure also disappeared.
The next second, he "teleported" out of the range of "Lightning Storm".
Then more figures "appeared," surrounding Ace Snake, their figures appearing in a scattered yet coherent manner as they spoke:
"You don't really think I'd be trapped by an attack of this magnitude and scope, do you?"
"Unless you can make lightning cross space, you won't be able to touch me even if I stand right in front of you."
As he spoke, the raging lightning storm around them quieted down, but the gale continued, and even became more oppressive.
Ice Snake's voice was so loud it seemed to pierce eardrums: "What do you want to say to me?"
Cyril chuckled softly before speaking:
"Two prophecies, one about you, one about Backlund. Would you like to hear them?"
"You'd be that kind?" Ice Snake asked dismissively.
After a slight pause, he continued, "You are not any demigod I know or recognize, but a saint of the Aurora Society in Xinpu?"
All the Cyrien who had "flashed" into the vicinity shook their heads in unison, then held up three fingers:
"First of all, I am not a member of the Aurora Society."
"Secondly, I'm only responsible for saying it; believe it or not is up to you."
"In the end, I did it for no reason, I just thought it was interesting."
After a brief pause, the clones that "flashed" out from the surrounding area took turns speaking:
"Your future is not in Backlund. You may make mistakes, you may get promoted, but eventually you will leave this bustling metropolis."
"In the near future, Backlund will face a man-made disaster. Danger is brewing, those who bring it have gathered, and everything is beyond repair."
"The Singer of God" Ace Snake frowned slightly. He wasn't good at discerning lies, but he was an extraordinary person with spiritual intuition. However, he instinctively felt that the other party was not lying.
After a brief silence, he pressed on, "What is the connection between your two prophecies?"
Seeing the other party's reaction, Cyril smiled in a good mood, and then spoke like a charlatan:
"They are all harbingers of war."
"That's impossible," Ace Snake immediately denied.
The next second, the surrounding darkness surged silently, and a bone longsword covered with strange patterns stabbed towards him.
The "Dark Sword" from the "Dread Bishop" symbolizes the danger in the darkness, and the silent destruction and disappearance.