Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 244 War to Help Him, Tudor

"Who are you?" Serris tilted his head.

The next second, the "mirror image" in the water stretched its hand out of the water and flipped itself out of the water.

This is the "Mirror Image" of Blood Emperor Arista Tudor.

"Wow!" Serres clapped enthusiastically. "What amazing magic!"

Tudor rose silently from the water and stood on the surface.

They were completely unprepared, as if they weren't worried at all about Serres launching a sneak attack.

Flames gathered in His hand, coalescing into a flaming greatsword.

The sword tip pointed downwards, burning fiercely. The bluish-purple flames illuminated the water's surface.

"Are you a hunter?" Serres asked. His appearance seemed familiar.

"What are your eyes for?" Tudor, the man in the mirror, asked instead of answering.

“Yes, then that’s it.” Serres nodded without getting angry at all. “That’s very hunter-like in how you talk.”

So, aren't you going to introduce yourself?

"What? You don't recognize me?" Tudor's tone rose slightly. "How did you learn history?"

These were perfectly normal words, but when they came out of His mouth, they carried an indescribable sarcasm.

"Blood Emperor?" Serres asked.

Serres suddenly became excited.

"So you're a true man among men! Come! Quickly, let's have a sword fight!"

Without answering, Tudor took a step out of the well and stood in front of Serres, raising the greatsword with its bluish-purple flames and slashing down at Serres's head.

Serres instantly seemed to fade, its color gradually fading and disappearing.

“Look behind you,” Serres’s voice rang out behind Tudor.

Serres had somehow appeared behind Tudor and was standing on the water.

Tudor wore a mocking smile, and a ball of flame rose from behind Serres.

Tudor's body leaped out of the fire, swinging his sword horizontally.

"Look behind you again."

Wow.

The greatsword easily sliced ​​through Serres, who turned into a puddle of colorless water and spilled into the water.

Tudor's flaming greatsword pierced through the water with a series of sizzling sounds.

Seeing that Serres was nowhere to be found, Tudor immediately followed his spiritual guidance and looked down at the water below.

The ancient well still did not reflect the figure above.

Arista Tudor saw Serres in the water; he had become a "mirror image," with his feet touching Serres's, head bowed, smiling and greeting him.

"I've found you." Serres's voice came through the water.

In the next instant, Serres's body rapidly transformed into the appearance of Tudor.

Tudor immediately lunged forward, leaving the area above the well and trying to escape the water's glare.

But the entire space was distorted, folded, and turned upside down.

The floor beneath Tudor's feet and the water surface resembled the two pages of an open book.

Although the book is on the same horizontal plane when it is open, it will gradually reveal a corner as it is about to be closed.

The water spread out instantly, leaving Him with no way to escape.

A "fog of war" appeared in an instant, enveloping Tudor and the water's surface in an attempt to block them. But it was to no avail.

The reflection in the water pierced through the "fog of war" and came into Tudor's view.

Tudor saw his reflection in the water, and saw that He was making the exact same movements and expressions as himself, just like a real reflection of himself.

Immediately afterwards, its reflection in the water began to deform, its body twisting like flowing clay.

His face became feminine, his body shrank, his hair grew longer, and his chest swelled.

She transformed into a red-haired, dashing young woman.

Her armor also quickly transformed into a blood-red dress.

The ground beneath Tudor's feet collided completely with the water, as if a book had been slammed shut.

Wow.

Tudor swung his sword at his reflection in the water, but the water surface shattered, and Tudor passed right through the water.

The well water splashed onto the ground, wetting Tudor's body, his long hair, and his red dress.

In an instant, Arista Tudor felt as if the surrounding environment had been elevated, and he felt a heavy weight on his chest.

His extraordinary control over his body allowed him to instantly understand his current situation.

He is now in a state of perfect yin and yang balance, just like a "witch" and a "hunter" who have taken a high-sequence potion at the same time.

“I’d like to call this form [War Futa], what do you think? Do you like it?” A pleasant female voice came from not far behind Tudor.

Tudor's greatsword did not disappear as it passed through the water. He slowly turned around, holding the greatsword, and looked at the girl leaning against the wall behind him, who looked exactly like him.

Serres crossed his arms, snapped his fingers, and said with a grin, "You know what, bro. You look really good right now."

In a split second, her body detached from its original position and appeared behind Tudor, embracing him. Then, just before the greatsword struck her, she vanished from her spot and returned to her original position.

“Wow, brother, you smell so good.” Serres’s voice rang in Tudor’s ear.

Tudor didn't care at all.

He didn't care about gender at all.

A dark aura suddenly spread over and surged behind Tudor.

This dark, illusory, and transparent space seemed to lead to an unknown world.

Arista Tudor didn't frown; instead, the madness in his azure eyes intensified, as if he wanted to show Serres through actual combat that such methods were meaningless.

Suddenly Serres pointed at Him.

“I can sense that some power is protecting you. It seems to be a witch.”

"There is only one witch who can intervene in this war, and that is the Primal Witch Chik."

“I know that in this world within the mirror, under the protection of the Primordial Witch, it will be difficult for me to completely defeat you.”

"Because this is not reality, and the real you has already died."

"Therefore, I will use power from higher dimensions to deliver a dimensional reduction attack on you!"

High dimension?

A higher-dimensional observer!
The name of that old man immediately came to Thudor's mind.

But in reality, Serres didn't know that old friend at all.

He grabbed his clothes and tore them to the left and right.

This chapter has been banned.

(End of this chapter)