Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 232 Time Loop
In stark contrast to the moonlit yard, the house was dark, with most of the room shrouded in shadows.

Even with Herman's outstanding eyesight, he could only see a small part of the furniture in the house. Those shrouded in shadows seemed to not exist in this world. No matter how hard he sensed, he could not detect them. He could only confirm their existence by touching them when he got close.

In the center of the room, there was an altar with a few fruits and an incense burner on it. There were three incense sticks on the burner, which seemed to have been inserted not long ago and were still burning slowly.

Hermann just glanced at it and didn't pay any attention to it, turning his gaze to the object being worshipped, which was a portrait hanging on the wall.

In this portrait, a figure dressed in a black Taoist robe is lifelike. The only flaw is that his face is covered by shadows and his features cannot be seen clearly.

“The figure enshrined in Xuanjun Temple is not the ones that people are familiar with, but an unidentified being, suspected to be an extraterritorial evil demon from the Sea of ​​Origin.” Hermann recalled the information gathered by the All-Seeing Eye and was about to reach out to take down the portrait when he heard the sound of something crawling in his ears.

Although the rustling sound was faint, he was able to accurately locate its source.

He put down his hand that was about to touch the portrait and walked towards the source of the sound, without noticing that the figure in the portrait was faintly squirming, and several light gray tentacles stretched out from the black Taoist robe, and then retracted into their original positions.

Hermann walked towards the dark corner, his hands wrapped in magic, and reached into the shadows to grope around.

In his perception, there was nothing in this dark corner, but the touch of his hand reminded him that there was something cold here.

He picked up the object and took a look at it, and was shocked to find that it was a bronze mirror.

He turned the bronze mirror over to make sure there was nothing special on the back, then turned the mirror over again so it faced himself.

At first, he looked at his image in the mirror and didn't find anything wrong, but then he saw that his face in the mirror was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely tired.

"Why am I so haggard?"

He couldn't help but touch his cheek, however, the person in the mirror didn't make the same move as him. Instead, his eyes widened with a look of horror.

Suddenly, Hermann's expression in the mirror changed from horror to joy, just like a drowning man seeing a rope thrown from the shore, with a strong desire to survive bursting out of his eyes.

He swung his fist suddenly and hit Hermann outside the mirror.

If Hermann outside the mirror had not already put on a layer of magic shield, he would have been knocked to the ground by this punch.

After being punched, Hermann finally came to his senses, threw the bronze mirror to the ground, and quickly distanced himself from it.

However, things are not over yet. A hand suddenly stretched out from the bronze mirror, followed by a second one. They supported the ground, and finally a human figure jumped out of the mirror.

Hermann's eyes widened; the figure that jumped out of the mirror was clearly himself.

As soon as the "Hermann" in the mirror appeared, he attacked Hermann without any hesitation.

Magic power surged, and the device on his arm activated instantly, emitting a magical light blade, which slashed towards the enemy who was exactly the same as himself.

Hermann was unable to dodge, so he had to raise his left arm to form a magical shield to try to block the incoming light blade.

The light blade and the shield collided, and the magic power from the same source mixed and merged, unable to cause the slightest effect on the opponent.

Realizing this, the two men let go immediately, and Hermann even pulled out his gun and prepared to shoot.

The trigger was pulled, but the magic firearm did not respond at all.

Just as he was staring at the large-caliber firearm in his hand in a daze, the enemy with the same face as him had already constructed the spell and suddenly cast a spell.

Hermann narrowly dodged the spell that was thrown at him, and suddenly realized that it was the rules of Xuanjun Temple that restricted magical firearms. Now the best choice was to convert the magic power into other forms of energy and then attack.

After realizing this, the microscopic magic engine in his body entered an overloaded state, and a ritual was prepared. Through this ritual, the magic power was transformed into another form of existence, forming a spell with astonishing power.

The spells wreaked havoc in the small house, but the strange thing was that although some of the spells hit the objects in the house, they were not damaged at all.

Although Herman noticed this, he had no intention of exploring it. He countered the enemy's spells while strangling the enemy with spells.

And "Hermann" on the opposite side obviously thought the same.

Both sides cast various spells to attack the other side, and occasionally they would use their bodies blessed with magic power to rush forward and start punching and kicking.

Although the two men were strong, due to certain rules and restrictions within the Taoist temple, the noise caused by their fight was not very great, and some of their powerful spells were weakened to only a little bit of their power.

After fighting for a while, Hermann keenly noticed that the power of the enemy's spells had further decreased and his movements had slowed down a bit.

'His magic power may be close to exhaustion. This is a good opportunity, but we have to try it out first.'

He deliberately exposed a few flaws, tested them, and finally came to a surprising conclusion: the enemy was really running out of magic power. "You will not be able to escape this time!"

Hermann no longer hesitated, and rushed forward under the spell, grabbed the enemy's face with one hand, and smashed it onto the altar.

With two loud bangs, "Hermann"'s head was broken and bleeding, but the altar under him was intact.

"I kill you!"

"Hermann" was hit twice, but was not seriously injured. Instead, his eyes became bloodshot and his attacks became more violent and disorganized.

He was already at the end of his strength, and Hermann saw this. After dodging one attack after another, he suddenly got close to his body and punched him.

Hermann had a bold idea. In the previous battle, he saw that this enemy was almost exactly like himself. Did that mean that this guy had the same configuration as himself?

In a moment, he poured the same magical power into Hermann's body, seized control of the magic engine that was on the verge of collapse, and input a command into it.

"Magic engine, self-destruct!"

After the command was entered, "Hermann" suddenly twitched, and the magic energy in his body surged, and he took the opportunity to distance himself from "Hermann".

"boom!"

With a loud bang, "Hermann" was blown into a pile of minced meat and scattered all over the ground.

"It's too weak. Logically, the power of the magic engine's self-detonation is more than this. It seems that the rules of Xuanjun Temple have weakened the magic engine."

Until now, he was being led by the nose by Xuanjun, whom he had never met, and he didn't even know what the other self who had just crawled out of the mirror was.

Now the other self is just a pile of minced meat. Even if he wants to question him, he has no chance. He might as well just find a way to leave.

"How do I get out of here?"

Hermann thought about it but had no clue, so he could only explore the room and carefully turned the bronze mirror over so that it was facing the floor.

Time passed by little by little, and Herman no longer remembered how long he had stayed here. He only remembered that he searched the house inside and outside again and again, but could not find a way to leave.

His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he sat decadently on a chair, staring at the altar in front of him in a daze.

Even though he was a transcendent who had undergone transformation surgery, the continuous searching after a great battle was enough to make him feel a little tired.

Coupled with the dark and eerie atmosphere in the Taoist temple, even he would feel irritated and anxious.

He looked at the incense burner on the altar, on which were still three incense sticks burning, two short and one long.

"I remember these three incense sticks were like this when I first walked in, right?"

Could it be that time does not pass in this alien space? Is he trying to trap me to death in there?
A terrible thought came to his mind. He took a deep breath, suppressed the thought, and began to recall if there was anything he had missed.

After reminiscing for a moment, he suddenly remembered an item: the bronze mirror.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and carefully picked up the bronze mirror.

To his surprise, the surface of the bronze mirror was pitch black and did not reflect anything.

"How is this going?"

Hermann fell into deep thought. After a moment, he gently touched the mirror with his finger.

Ripples appeared on the mirror, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake. In an instant, he understood everything.

"Is this the only way out?"

A smile appeared on his face, but it was full of bitterness.

The mirror surface changed again, and his appearance gradually emerged in the mirror.

Looking at the slightly different self in the mirror, Hermann restrained his smile, and a hint of madness flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

He no longer hesitated and punched himself in the mirror.

(End of this chapter)