Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1208: What do you want Chike to do?
A huge force came from Angel's arm. She was pulled and staggered. She was about to be pulled into the surface of the silver mirror with floating water waves, and was taken from the special mirror world to the other side, into the Fourth Epoch Trier where Alistair Tudor was buried.

She originally did not want to resist, but planned to go with the flow and enter the mirror to see what was happening over there, and whether the "Blood Emperor" really relied on this silver mirror to break through the barrier between the North Continent and the West Continent.

Anyway, now she is just a spirit that has left her body in a mystical state. She can end this state and return to the body at any time. Even if she can't do it, she can let the person in the mirror kill her in time and be reborn in an almost lossless way, so she doesn't have too much psychological burden.

But when Angel's eyes moved from his black-armored arm to the figure in the mirror, he immediately gave up the idea.

The tall man that filled the entire mirror was wearing blood-stained black armor, his hair was gleaming with a faint bloody light, his face was as tough and deep as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, his expression was resolute with a hint of madness, and his blue eyes were full of cruelty and violence.

That is the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor!
Is there a remnant of Tudor in this mirror? Is He the same as the one in "The Blue Avenger", preparing to seize my body and resurrect in me? I am the favored one of the City of Disaster, and I also have the gift of "War Bishop". I am also an angel of the adjacent path. Am I the perfect carrier for His resurrection?
Thoughts flashed through Angel's mind, and without hesitation he kicked the side of the silver mirror that was engraved with intricate patterns, pulling the unsuspecting black-armored Tudor out of the mirror.

At the same time, she took the initiative to use the mirror substitute, and her whole body shattered into crystal glass pieces. Her real body appeared from the other side of the mirror, facing the same silvery-white smooth surface that reflected the surrounding environment, but without Tudor.

Before she could throw out a ball of destructive flame to burn the silver mirror that contained the Tudor in the mirror, He on the other side stepped out of the mirror, stretched out his slightly bent body, and with a height of nearly three meters and full armor on his body, he exuded an even more violent aura than before, which made Angel stunned for a moment.

Tudor raised his hands, and a giant flaming sword with purple in green took shape instantly. The blazing sword pointed directly at Angel's mirror fragments that were flying in the sky and had not yet landed on the ground. The flames that were running around instantly covered all the fragments, and even Angel who had already escaped was ignited by the same flames.

That is the ultimate "harvest". The damage to the mirror stand-in will also be reflected in the original body!
In the purple flames that almost covered Angel's entire body, several palm-sized mirrors made of frost flew out, dragging the flames with them and quickly evaporated, but they also drew the flames away from Angel's body, so that her body, which was still emitting smoke, no longer suffered the pain of burning.

In the process of constantly using the same ability to deal with the enemy's clones, secret dolls, and mirror images, Angel also conceived a set of countermeasures, which now seem to be working quite well.

After a brief attack and defense, Alistair Tudor in the mirror completely left the silver mirror, walked around the standing mirror and came to the other side. Under his hair flowing with blood, his eyes stared at Angel.

He sneered.

"Oh, it's you again, witch."

It's him again... As expected, the one who was slapping and howling crazily in the mirror of the Blue Avenger was also him. The two worlds were interconnected, without the need for a secret ceremony, but connected through a special mirror world... Angel was slightly startled and retorted:

"What's wrong with being a witch? Didn't you lust after my body before? Are you tired of being the Blood Emperor and want to be the Blood Empress instead?

"What about Chike, who longs for your resurrection day and night?
"By the way, did you know that He killed your only daughter?"

As each word came out, Alistair Tudor's face, which was both resolute and crazy, gradually distorted, revealing an emotion that could be described as anger.

"It is useless to argue," His cold voice echoed throughout the square, "When you are defeated, you will realize that death is the greatest mercy."

This was quite difficult to pronounce, and Angel felt a little uncomfortable with the ancient Feysac language, as if she was learning another language. She chuckled and stopped mocking Tudor. Instead, she transformed herself into a purple flaming spear and flew towards the other party.

It seemed that she was going to smash the silver mirror with one blow and destroy the foundation on which Tudor in the mirror depended!
From the opponent's equally purple flames, Angel judged that the residual soul of Tudor in the mirror was only at the strength of Sequence 2 at most. This was considered powerful for Him who had no extraordinary characteristics and existed only by the silver mirror left behind during his lifetime, but it was more than one level weaker than the "Blood Emperor".

Of course, Angel, who came to the Western Continent through the secret ceremony, could not summon level 0 sealed objects such as the "Blood Flag of Salinger" and the "Sword of Glory". He could only fight by his own strength. Even if he had dual channels, he was at best stronger than an ordinary angel, and could be said to be on par with the opponent.

Seeing the flaming spear flying quickly towards the silver mirror beside him, Tudor kept his expression unchanged. He moved his body sideways and directly blocked the mirror. He raised his hands high, with the giant sword made of flames in his hands pointing diagonally to the sky, ready to fight back.

Boom! The spear and the giant sword collided with each other. Countless droplets of purple flames burst out and engulfed Tudor's figure.

In the flames, two figures kept entangled and separated, sometimes turning into flames of different sizes, and sometimes condensing into shape again, making it impossible to tell who would win.

On the other side of the silver mirror, a slender figure slowly emerged. Her golden hair fluttered and her purple eyes turned from lifeless to cunning. She glanced in the direction of the flames and rushed towards the mirror without hesitation.

This is a magic mirror that Angel threw out when he eliminated the influence of "Harvest". It did not carry the flames that could harm the main body, but was hidden aside. At this moment, it turned into a mirror substitute controlled by Angel, specifically to destroy Tudor's silver full-length mirror in the mirror!

This is the main reason why she, although a witch, had to fight in close combat with the "Red Priest" Tudor.

As the stand-in came to the mirror, the gray-white color under her feet spread rapidly, almost instantly covering the full-length mirror, turning it into a rough stone.

Immediately, another tall figure walked out of the mirror that had turned into a stone statue, and slashed down with a giant flaming sword, smashing Angel's stand into a ball of burning flames.

The same damage occurred to Angel's real body as she was fighting with Tudor in the mirror. Her expression became stiff, flames appeared from all parts of her body, and her whole body quickly dissolved like a wax figure.

In the corner of her eye, the figure that walked out of the mirror merged with Tudor, revealing a cruel smile.

As the Man in the Mirror, He can of course use the mirror to create a substitute, allowing the substitute to display his own power!
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Deep in the mirror image of the City of Disaster, beside a foggy street, Angel's reflection was leaning against a brick building with a relaxed look on his face, his gaze fixed on his real self, who was kneeling on the ground with his eyes slightly closed and a calm expression.

Although she seemed to be slacking off, she was always paying attention to the state of her other self, ready to use petrification or flames of destruction at any time to completely kill this body.

Only in this way can we stop the power of certain spiritual bodies that penetrate deep into the western continent from contaminating the main body. For the witch, this threat that may destroy the hidden means of resurrection is more terrifying than simple death.

Suddenly, Angel, who was kneeling, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he had seen something interesting, and expressed joy from the bottom of his heart.

Hmm? The person in the mirror came closer curiously, half squatted down, and got close to Angel's charming face that seemed to be shining with luster, his eyes fixed on the pair of eyes that were narrowed into a slit and faintly revealed purple.

I am so beautiful... She tilted her head and involuntarily reached out her hand to touch the long, light golden hair that was as soft as silk, but she stopped at the last moment for fear of disturbing the secret ceremony.

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In the special mirror world, in the center of the square at the bottom of the blood sea, the "Blood Emperor" Tudor, wearing black armor and holding a flaming giant sword, stood on the square paved with gray-white stone bricks.

Purple-black flames burned on His body, His expression remained firm, but confusion was revealed in His eyes.

"Curse, when is it..."

He squeezed out a few words from his tightly pursed lips.

"I know you have the fog of war and the mirror double, and it's almost impossible for me to look at you long enough to cast a curse on you," Angel floated in front of Him, her clothes burned in many places, her spirit became translucent, and she was obviously seriously injured, "but when you use the 'mirror double', that's the chance for me, a witch, to really hurt you."

The other one walked out of the mirror, destroyed Angel's stand with one knife, and at the same time used "Harvest" to severely injure her Tudor, which was the key to Angel's curse!

When it comes to mirror magic, how can the instincts gained by relying solely on the identity of the person in the mirror compare with those of a high-ranking witch?

Tudor seemed to understand this as well. He nodded slightly, and the huge sword in his hand turned into blue-purple flames. His body also twisted and deformed in the flames of destruction, and it seemed that he would disappear in the next second.

"You and Chick are a lot alike."

He suddenly spoke in a deep voice.

And the madman who killed his daughter? Angel curled his lips and was about to refute, when he suddenly found a dark shadow floating in the direction of the huge dragon that was as big as a city. It broke through the boundary between the real world and the mirror world and quickly enveloped the square where Angel and Tudor were.

This shadow was deep and illusory, as if it led to another unknown world. Angel, whose strength was almost gone, became alert and ready to cut off the secret ceremony and leave the Western Continent at any time.

But the shadow just lingered in the sky for a while without any further changes. Angel also heard a series of fine and layered sounds, like a whisper.

Tudor looked up at the shadow, chuckled, and said:
"Next time we meet, you will be the 'Conqueror'."

Before he finished speaking, his figure faded as if entering a mirror, and his outline blurred, disappearing in front of Angel's eyes.

The shadow suddenly dissipated, revealing the bloody sea outside the invisible dome and the corpse carried into the spring by the water.

Angel did not try to chase the severely injured "Blood Emperor" phantom. She knew clearly that the silver mirror that was turned into stone was not the mirror surface that the other party was attached to, but the world in the mirror where the strange shadow was.

And this world in the mirror is probably inseparable from the "City of Disaster".

He is in the "River of Everlasting Darkness", He is also in the "City of Disaster", and His corpse is still found in Trier in the Fourth Epoch... How many things did this "Blood Emperor" cause in the Fourth Epoch... Angel sighed, and couldn't think of a few dirty words to describe him.

But now that Tudor had been forced to retreat, Angel planned to use the last bit of time before the end of his secret ceremony to continue exploring this place.

She first kicked down the mirror that had turned into stone and appeared in Tudor, causing it to shatter on the gray-white stone floor. Then she left the square space separated by the invisible dome, returned to the ancient well above the sea of ​​blood, and drilled out from the blood mirror at the bottom of the well again.

When the shadow left, Angel felt that the separation between the mirror world and reality had become much weaker. Sure enough, when she crawled out of the well, the surrounding environment had become much clearer and was no longer shrouded in the terrifying and gloomy black fog. The iron-black chains that went deep into the well but disappeared from the mirror world were also more rusty, as if they had been there for thousands of years.

Judging from the time that Tudor has been "disturbin' the underworld", it may really have been more than a thousand years... Is this the seal that the ascetics of the Western Continent used to block the passage connecting to the City of Disaster?
Angel walked back to the ground along the stone stairs thoughtfully, walked out of the giant tower, looked back, and found that the giant tower now looked much clearer, not just its outline as before.

It's made of wood...Will it not rot? She glanced at the layers of eaves and brackets, and sighed inwardly.

From the changes in this giant tower, she could tell that she had left the mirror world and entered reality.

Time is running out, so she has to go out and take a look at the surroundings. If it is consistent with the world in the mirror, this wooden tower should also be built inside a huge city... She thought and walked quickly towards the only entrance and exit of the high blue brick wall surrounding the giant tower.

In front of the narrow doorway stood a mottled stone tablet that was one meter tall. The side facing Angel was smooth and without any marks. She walked around to the other side and found that there were a lot of words engraved on it in vertical rows.

It was not the Chinese language she had guessed, but hieroglyphics written in a similar square shape. Before she could understand or decipher it, the specific meaning appeared in her mind in the form of ideas!
Angel was shocked, and his eyes quickly scanned the scene, reciting silently as if he was learning from Klein:

"Gather the power of the world, kill most of the heroes, lock the evil dragon here, and the disasters in the world will be eliminated.

"The fifth generation of Heavenly Master has been established."

It was this kind of ancient Chinese with condensed semantics again... It turned out that Tudor learned it from them... Angel complained in his heart while memorizing these obscure words.

The evil dragon couldn't be the giant dragon that was entrenched at the bottom of the blood sea but couldn't be touched from the mirror world... were those chains locking it? Because the evil dragon brought disaster, the heavenly master gathered powerful monks from all over the world to seal it?

Recalling the scenes he had seen along the way during the secret ceremony, Angel seemed to have realized something.

It seems that in the Western Continent, the "City of Disaster" also reflects a certain degree of pollution... She looked at the stone tablet again, imprinted the words in her mind, then turned around and prepared to leave the wooden tower.

Behind her, countless illusory and transparent things condensed into a figure.

The man wore a tall cloth crown and a blue robe, and held a short stick with a soft end like a horse's tail in his hand. His face was crystal clear, but dry and thin like an old man.

Is that a "whisk"? Angel glanced at the short stick and was just glad that he had not fallen behind in the "Klein's Little Classroom" when he heard the old man speak in a soft but majestic voice:

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

(End of this chapter)