Ring of Fate

Chapter 1108 Waiting (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days)

Facing Lumian's attack, the "Gray Witch" Judith smiled calmly.

The illusory tunnel he was in collapsed on itself, taking with him himself, like a toppled building block, falling one by one like a waterfall before the "Sword of Destruction" struck him.

Disaster overwhelmed Him first, the space-time storm swept through, and then Lumian's black flame giant sword.

When this area completely returned to nothingness, the terrifying and unspeakable turbulence of time and space flowed irregularly in the depths of darkness. In another illusory and dark tunnel, the figure of Judith, the "Gray Witch", strangely emerged.

He was clearly delaying Lumian and not giving him a chance to return to the real world.

Lumian changed direction, took another step to the front of the "Gray Witch", and slashed out with the "Sword of Destruction".

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Deep underground in Trier, the brown-green trunk of the "Shadow Tree" was completely shrouded in gray-white mist.

The mottled bark, sedimented desires and ancient scenes gradually take on an illusory texture under the erosion of the "historical fog".

What is historical will return to history!
Abstract things can become substantial or they can be defined as pure concepts.

"Lord of Mysteries", truth can become false, falsehood can become truth, the distinction between truth and falsehood is no longer clear!

As the gray mist continued to erode the Shadow Tree, the figure of Mr. Fool, who was wearing black gloves, holding a stardust cane, and wearing a dark windbreaker, suddenly began to flicker.

The star-dust-studded cane glowed brilliantly.

Somewhere in the mirror world, Mr. Fool’s figure took a step forward, flashing so fast that ordinary human eyes could not catch it.

In front of him were illusory tunnels that were interrupted. The all-encompassing darkness flooded the collapsed area and blocked the road.

Mr. Fool spoke in a low voice and at an extremely fast speed:

"My wish is:

"Here, it is restored to its original state."

There was a pause after each pronunciation, but the pause was not obvious and did not affect the rapid presentation of the words. It just made some syllables seem to come from a very far distance.

As soon as the voice fell, a miracle happened. The illusory dark tunnels were all complete and people could travel freely again.

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Seeing that the spider web-like tunnels in the mirror had been repaired successfully, the "Red Angel" Medici, who was leaning against the edge of the area behind the mirror, picked up the apple in his hand and took a bite with a smile.

Medici, who had condensed an iron-black blood-stained armor and whose defense was not much worse than that of the extraordinary "warrior" path people at the same level, did not rush forward, but continued to wait where he was, waiting for possible subsequent changes and possible troublemakers who might jump out.

As a "hunter", one of the keys to success is patience, patiently waiting for the prey to step into the trap, waiting for all kinds of variables and accidents to unfold, finding the real weakness, and then making a fatal blow to complete the harvest.

Last time, Medici ignored the possibility that Alistair Tudor had gone crazy on his own initiative. This time, he would not rule out those irrational options.

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Lumian, who was more than ten meters tall, was burning with deep red and purple flames all over his body, but his face retained its human appearance, one side was bright and the other side was handsome, and the thorn-like blood mark between his eyebrows was about to show.

The "Gray Witch" was about to use the same trick again to avoid the enemy's frontal attack, but her heart suddenly trembled.

He instantly felt that the other person was tall, majestic, terrifying, strong, and full of charm, and he unconsciously wanted to surrender.

What is even more terrifying is that he has a fear of facing the origin, facing the gods, and facing the incarnation of destruction and doomsday.

This caused Him to temporarily lose His body and mind, and He was unable to respond effectively in time.

"conquer"!
Lumian gained the power of conquest by sacrificing to the "City of Disaster", and added a little power of conquest from the aura of source.

Now, he is a genuine priest of the "City of Disaster" and the bishop of the origin of war!
The "Gray Witch" froze in place, and Lumian's eyes were iron-black, reflecting the paleness, and he chopped down the black giant sword burning with the fire of destruction.

At the same time, the world in the mirror was shattered into pieces above, below, left, right, front and back of the "Gray Witch". Each piece of the mirror was "conquered" into a soldier, transformed into short arrows of different sizes, composed of black flames, which bound violence and destruction and whizzed towards Judith.

It was so dense and impenetrable that it seemed to have woven a huge net of destruction, and Judith was the big fish in the net.

boom!
The "Sword of Destruction" chopped off the shoulder of the "Gray Witch", and those black flame arrows also hit the target from all directions.

Cracking sounds were heard one after another, and the "mirror substitutes" of the "Gray Witch" Judith exploded all at once, without any one being spared.

The Him now is the Him in the mirror, but even the Him in the real world is affected by the "Harvest" and the "Sword of Destruction", and black flames suddenly ignite and burn into ashes.

Only those sleeping mirrors that he had hidden in several places in advance and severed most of their mystical connections were spared.

And it would take Him quite some time to be resurrected through this.

After getting rid of the "Gray Witch", Lumian's body suddenly became smaller, and the blood-red flag between his eyebrows gradually shrank back, but it seemed to be still wriggling.

He did not delay at all, nor did he think about hunting down the "Gray Witch". He wanted to leave the mirror world immediately, and then find a way to meet up with Franka, Janna and others.

In an instant, he sensed something and turned his gaze to one of the illusory tunnels.

He felt that true safety lay there.

Lumian's figure faded into nothingness, and he was about to shuttle away.

At this moment, his thoughts froze and he felt a smooth and wonderful touch on his body.

He saw long black hair as thick as snakes coming out from somewhere and entangled himself. The ends of their hair were either inlaid with black and white eyeballs, or had venomous snake-like heads with their mouths slightly open, spitting out food.

Lumian also saw that under the gaze of those black and white eyes, his body had turned gray and turned into stone, and he could no longer use any abilities.

He was in the state of a stone statue, entangled by layers of black hair that was as thick as snakes, smooth and slightly wet.

The only thing he can do now is commit suicide.

Suddenly, a soft, smiling female voice rang in his ears:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

This sound tickled Lumian's soul, making his whole body itch. Even though he had become a stone man, he was still addicted to it and didn't want to break free.

A name suddenly flashed through his mind:
"Original Witch" Chick!
Two white and delicate hands reached out from behind to Lumian's eyes and gently stroked his cheek.

This pair of beautiful hands cannot be called perfect, but they can arouse the most primitive and strongest desires of every witness, and make them instantly reach the bliss that goes straight to heaven, and they will never be able to extricate themselves.

Just see.

Lumian, who was in a petrified state, was also affected, and his mind was almost blank.

The reason why it was not completely blank was because he saw that the self in the mirror was also dragged out from his hiding place by those thick and slippery long hairs like black poisonous snakes, and his whole body was gray and white. It was because behind him was a body with curves and curves, cold yet exuding an indescribable heat.

The body held his face and dragged him by its long black hair, rapidly retreating into the depths of the mirror world, into that special mirror world.

When Mr. Fool "flashed" into the area, he saw Lumian being grabbed from behind and dragged inside by a charming, shadowy figure in the special mirror world.

His black windbreaker suddenly flew up.

"Fool"!
At the same time, a figure more than ten meters tall appeared in front of Lumian.

It was a woman, wearing a long skirt that seemed to be made of bones. Her black hair was like a poisonous giant snake, long, thick and slippery, with a snake head on the top or rolling black and white eyeballs. Everything around her turned into stone and released various occult pathogens.

The beauty of this female face has surpassed that of humans and reached the conceptual level. All living beings and all things will be intoxicated and obsessed by her every frown and smile, and will be happy at all times. Even rules and concepts seem unwilling to restrict her and become her enemy.

Mr. Fool’s trick took effect instantly, causing the woman’s eyes, which were as blue as the ocean and as crystal as gemstones, to become misty.

But His charm has not diminished in the slightest, instead it presents a different kind of temptation.

This even shocked Mr. Fool.

It was at this moment of shock that the area outside the special mirror world, along with the figure of the "original witch" Chick, headed towards doomsday, and instantly condensed into an extremely dangerous darkness.

By the time Mr. Fool made his own wish and restored the place to its original appearance, Lumian's figure had disappeared into the deep darkness that represented the special mirror world.

The flickering figure of Mr. Fool raised the stardust-studded cane in his hand, and a night sky with bright stars appeared in front of him.

Those stars quickly formed a directional dream key, forcibly opening the barrier of the special mirror world and locating Lumian's current location.

Mr. Fool was about to “wander” in, when suddenly a strange black color surged toward the edge of the deep darkness, forming an extremely huge and distorted phantom that resembled a human but had many inhuman features.

The phantom looked at The Fool madly but quietly through the barrier of the special mirror world, as if waiting for him to pass by.

Mr. Fool stopped wandering and looked at the shadow quietly.

In an area behind a mirror not too far from here, the "Red Angel" Medici leaned against the hard mirror, put the red apple in his hand to his mouth, and took another bite.

Amid the sound of clicking, He whispered to himself:

“Cheek showed up.

"But He is not weak at all. He even appears to be stronger..."

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(End of this chapter)