Let's play cards! In a different world of swords and magic

What's more, Alice is playing a dark game.

It's a miracle that Alice can still stand after playing 22 dark games in a short period of time.

"Megan, let me rest next to you for a while. I'm a little tired too... Let me rest for a while, and then there are things that must be dealt with."

Alice, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, leaned on Megan, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep with even breathing.

If you don’t know, you might think that these two people died together in the dark game.

Only Alice had a very clear plan in her mind. She seized every minute she could rest. After recovering her physical and mental strength, she still had goals that she had to achieve.

At the same time, in the first prison of the capital——

Aleister jumped down from the top of the bell tower, using the flow of magic to change his landing point and landed accurately inside the high wall of the prison.

With the help of the thick fog that filled the royal capital, Aleister didn't even need to use any other means to avoid the sight of the guards on the high walls.

As for the guards in the prison, they can be dealt with with some small tricks, just let them take a short nap.

Arriving at the capital's number one prison, Aleister's goal was very clear: his old friend who was 'wrongfully imprisoned'.

As the capital is now in a special state of alert due to an unprecedented thick fog, the prisoners in the First Prison have been ordered not to leave their rooms and are locked in iron bars.

In the cold and damp prison room, inside the neatly arranged iron bars, the prisoners' cries of "hunger" were like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, pouncing on Aleister who was walking calmly outside the room.

"It's a man. I haven't seen a man in a long time."

"So handsome, it's you little handsome boy! Come on, let your sister love you!"

"You really look just like me. If I had the chance, I would definitely squeeze you dry."

By the way, all the prisoners held in the Royal Capital Prison No. 1 are women.

The desires accumulated by women who have no way to vent their desires in prison may be more terrifying than those of men after they break free from the reins.

But even though these words were filled with sex and desire, and no matter how intense the wording was, Alai had nothing to worry about.

They are just a group of female prisoners imprisoned in cages. If they had the ability to escape, they would not be barking helplessly here.

This is the paradox of desire in prison. People who have some means in prison do not show much desire.

For example, when Aleister walked to the last cell at the corner, the female prisoner inside seemed extremely calm.

"Long time no see, I didn't expect you to come?"

The voice was completely different from the rough and rude one that had been shouting at the female prisoner before. Although there was a hint of arrogance in it, it sounded clear and delicate, and didn't even sound like a woman's voice, but rather... a young girl's.

"Well, here I come, Weir."

For some reason, facing his 'old friend' whom he hadn't seen for a long time behind the iron bars, Aleister looked a little helpless.

"I didn't expect you to end up like this, like a little girl."

His old friend, Will Gryffindor, should be quite old in Alai's memory. At least she definitely wouldn't be as young as the 9-year-old girl in front of him.

"This is called legal loli."

With her chest puffed out proudly and her hands on her hips, Weir seemed to be more satisfied with her current appearance.

"So why did the Master of Witchcraft, who was imprisoned in the First Prison of the Royal Capital for committing the sin of human transmutation, contact me only now?"

The reason why Will Gryffindor was imprisoned was very simple and clear, because she touched upon a forbidden magic technique, human transmutation.

In a country like Levolden, which has a religious church, interfering with the form of life with a human body without authorization and performing divine acts is definitely a serious crime.

However, the object of Weir's human body refining was herself, and the excuse was to repair the damaged body. Coupled with Weir's eloquence during the trial, it was difficult to confirm how Weir should be convicted.

So Weir was temporarily detained in the First Prison of the Royal Capital.

Of course, this "temporary" detention lasted for half a year.

Apparently, the big shots at the top were already having a headache with this person, so they just ignored her and kept Weir imprisoned like this.

Aleister asked, "Why did you only remember to contact me after half a year? If you had contacted me earlier, you wouldn't have been detained for so long."

A mysterious smile appeared on Weil's playful little face.

"Because a very interesting little girl came in a while ago. I have never seen such perfect experimental materials before, so I have been completely immersed in research for the past six months."

Chapter 225: Creating a New Body

"Oh, this is experimental material that would interest you. That's really interesting."

Aleister and Weir can be considered old friends with many years of friendship.

It was rare to find someone who would interest Weir so much, and even Aleister became curious.

Weier suggested, "Why don't you come in and chat? It's a bit too cold and ruthless to be with an old friend you haven't seen for a long time behind the iron fence."

After saying that, Weil gathered ice magic power at her slender fingertips and easily froze the iron lock that was fastened to the cage door into pieces.

"Don't you have freedom of coming and going?" Aleister complained.

"A violent jailbreak is so unaesthetic. You have to leave quietly without anyone noticing. That's why I asked you to help."

"If they are both jailbreaks, is there any difference?"

Whether you rushed out of the prison or sneaked out of the prison, such a big person (maybe not big) disappeared inexplicably, no matter how stupid the prison guard was, he would know that Weir had escaped from prison.

"This is the experiment I just told you about. Thanks to the cooperation of the material girl over the past six months, the completion degree is very high."

After Aleister walked into the prison room, little Lolita Weil covered her mouth to hold back her laughter and led him mysteriously to her bedside.

"Weir, you know I don't have that kind of intention towards you?" Looking at Aleister on the bed, he sternly pushed his hand and refused: "Besides, your current loli posture is really not good. I am not a scumbag."

"I know, Aleister, that you are more upright than any other man and you are devoted to the woman you like, but that's not what I mean... So, how is that little girl from the last grade in the first grade that you like doing now?"

Aleister shrugged and said, "You know, I only observed her for three months before I was captured and taken to the Holy Land of the Elves for a third-year ranking duel. Let's not talk about the topic anymore. What on earth do you want me to see, Weier?"

"Hehe, then don't blink, hey!"

Grabbing a corner of the bed sheet with her little hand, Weir Loli's petite body jumped hard, completely lifting up the white sheet covering the bed.

"What is this!?" Aleister's eyes revealed a rare hint of surprise.

"I thought what you said in your letter was just bragging, Weir. I didn't expect you to actually complete this experiment! I can only say that the church really made the right choice of person. You have completely mastered the taboos of human transmutation."

The item that Weir hid in the sheets...it might not be appropriate to call it an item.

Because the person lying on the bed was more like another Weil than an object.

The exact same Vie Sandrillon.

One of the ultimate taboos in human body creation is to create another identical self.

Moreover, this 'copy' of Weil, hiding in the bed sheet and smiling evilly at her, might have a consciousness of her own.

"It shouldn't be possible. In just half a year, you can complete the taboo of human body refining. Weier, your efficiency is too exaggerated. Did you make a fake mannequin that can only smile evilly to deceive me?"

Aleister is suspicious by nature, especially when it comes to knowledge about human body transformation and magic summoning, he is even more picky.

"I knew you would be so suspicious, Aleister. So I was ready!"

Wei'er, who was hiding in the bed, jumped up with a somersault.

"Actually, the one who was talking to you just now was the replica. I am the real Vielle Sandrion."

Weir, who knows Aleister's character better than anyone else, predicted Aleister's prediction in advance and let the replica that was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake after the experiment was completed contact Aleister first.

If even Alai himself did not notice anything unusual, it would prove that the replica was absolutely perfect, and ordinary people would have absolutely no way of telling the difference.

In order to prove that the replica was indeed a replica, Weir on the bed concentrated her magic power on her palm and touched the replica's forehead.

After a slight flash of light, just like a monster summoned by the Elf's Eye, the copy of Weil turned back into a monster card and fell into the hands of the real Weil.

"How is it? There are no loopholes, right? I will leave the clone here to take my place in jail, and Aleister, you can secretly help me get out. It's a perfect jailbreak plan."

"Perfect!"

Aleister blurted out when he saw Weir's last card transformation.

After half a year of experiments, the most difficult part for Weil was not the replication of clones from the human body, but the final crucial step of transforming the replicated life form into a Duel Monster Spirit.

Only after completing the step of refining the copied life form into an elf card can the user be said to have truly stepped into the realm of God.

Compared to the card conversion research of the Fu Sheng Academy Magic Club this year, which can only create spell cards, Weier can now even create monster cards with life forms by her own will.

"What kind of perfect material could allow you to achieve such a breakthrough in just half a year?"

"Let me think about how to explain it. Just summarize it briefly."

After squinting her eyes and thinking hard for a while, Weir counted the little girl's short and cute fingers and listed them one by one.

"She is the daughter of a noble, the owner of a thousand-year-old divine weapon, and has an extraordinary obsession with revenge. She is also a beautiful blonde girl. With so many buffs stacked together, how can it not be useful!"

Alai was confused: "What? From your summary, Weier, I can't tell who it is at all?"

Senior Aleister really couldn't hear it.

But if the junior whom Alai secretly likes heard Wei'er's description, he would probably just read out that person's ID number.

"It's a pity that such good material was used. He was released on bail some time ago."

"Bail out? It's a miracle that it's still intact after being toyed with like that by you."

"Well, it can't be said that it's completely undamaged."

Weier scratched her cheek in embarrassment. "Yes, it was a little damaged, but as compensation and in return for helping me with the experiment, I also provided her with a very satisfactory reward."

"Reward, what reward?"

"that is……"

The flames of war that had spread throughout the capital dissipated for a long time due to Kema and Aisha's surprise victory.

However, many duelists who were preparing to retreat or return to the sky battleships to support Cameron discovered another fact.

Without a monster as powerful as the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon, it is impossible to break out of the thick fog barrier.

Although the flames of war had dissipated somewhat, the mysterious fog lingering in the royal capital grew thicker as time went by.

As a result, the soldiers and duelists from the Saint Varian Empire were trapped in the thick fog and were completely unable to escape.

With slow, aged steps, Imperial Marshal Locke Foslint left the main hall of the royal capital and finally arrived at his destination, leaning on a luxurious golden cane.

The three thousand-year-old artifacts formed a triangle to form this barrier, and the place where Lockeford was standing at this moment was exactly the center position marked by the triangles connected together.

Only in this central position can the power of this thousand-year ritual barrier be fully utilized.

In the thick fog, all casualties, pain, terror, sorrow, despair... the accumulation of negative energy will become the medium to promote the complete awakening of the three phantom magic cards.

"Finally, this moment has come. I, an old man, will finally escape the cycle of life and death that is the limit of human beings and move towards the realm of gods."

No matter how gloomy and aged he looked, he could not conceal the desire that was overflowing from Rockford's old body.

I have been pursuing this for the rest of my life and have paid too much of a price.

Now that eternal life is right in front of him, no matter how much more he has to pay, Rockforslint is determined to get it.

Even if the conditions for the Three Phantom Demons' sacrifice included duelists from the Saint Varian Empire and the Slynt Family, Lockfor could do it without hesitation at this moment.

"Oh, the Ultimate God of Chaos, I offer you the broken souls of all the duelists in this capital, both alive and dead. Please respond to the call and awaken, and bring me eternal life!"

What Lockeford held tightly in his hand were three phantom cards.

There was Harmon, the Thunder King who once appeared in the hands of the Millennium Wheel of Wisdom, and Rabiel, the Phantom Demon King who was personally used by Rockford.

And the last phantom demon who has never actually appeared, the God of Flame - Uriah.

After absorbing the pain, sorrow and despair brought by the war in the foggy capital, the three phantom demons finally reached the final stage of awakening.

Countless duel monster elves that died in this war, and even the power of the duelists themselves, all used the thick fog as a medium, madly rushing towards the card of the Three Phantoms in the center of the barrier.

Eternal life is made up of countless lives.

"I feel it, I feel it!"

The voice gradually became more excited, and even the initial old-fashioned dejection gradually disappeared.

Rockforslint felt that his declining body was gradually being infused with the power of life and regaining vitality.

"Awesome, so awesome!"

The shouting began to become rough, and with the influx of life force, Rockfer's voice gradually moved from old age to middle age.

Compared with the changes in his voice, the changes in Rockford's body are even more exaggerated.