Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 457 Pure Beauty's Nemesis: The Prisoner
In the common knowledge of occultism, any barrier or seal has at least one "door".

In the eyes of the puppet Zatwin, the location of this "door" was naturally the strange woman in front of them who had pulled them into this mysterious barrier.

He had a vague idea of ​​the woman's identity, but he couldn't care less now. If they didn't take the risk, they were basically doomed.

He could only gamble that the woman in front of him, who seemed to be an angel, wouldn't take him, this little bug, seriously.

Unfortunately, he made the wrong bet.

Alicia will always look at everyone equally.

A pink tulip bud appeared in Zatwin's hand.

As the flower bloomed in his hand, he instinctively threw it away.

However, the expected explosion did not occur; the flower was just an ordinary tulip.

At the same time, Maihams, who had just disappeared, quietly reappeared.

He silently raised one hand, and then turned his palm around again.

The tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery emplacements that had lost their operators immediately turned their guns toward Alicia.

The two military demigods exchanged a glance, and the demigod wearing the crown of thorns suddenly solemnly pronounced his verdict:
"The mystery here has weakened, reality has strengthened!"

For them, even the Church of the True God is a considerable threat now that the king has fallen and wars are ongoing.

Anyway, Alicia is wearing a mask, so we can just say we didn't recognize her.

At this moment, the void beside the golden coffin flickered in the darkness, outlining a semi-transparent mouth that was over ten meters long.

The mouth suddenly opened wide, inhaled deeply, creating a terrifying gust of wind that swept up the coffin and carriage together.

It wanted to devour the coffin of Tutankhamun II's mummy.

The two demigods' eyes immediately lit up.

Yes, they had to protect the mummy and didn't have time to think much; augmented reality was a last resort!
Alicia noticed Zartwin and Mahamus's subtle movements. She turned her head to look, her right hand naturally pressing down on one end of her staff for support. Her left hand slowly rose, fingers spread, and was raised above her head.

The next moment, the first engraving appeared directly above her head, followed by eleven engravings that emerged one after another, like clock hands, surrounding her, making it look as if she were sitting in a circle.

A crisp snap of fingers rang out, and at the ten o'clock position to her upper right, an imprint composed of stars and a palette emitted a faint blue light, with countless colors converging, filling, and manifesting in this "sea of ​​stars from the past".

Since embarking on her destiny, Alicia has discovered that she can do many things that she couldn't do before.

Beneath the feet of the demigods, the star-like seawater had somehow taken on a deep, dark green hue, transforming into a swamp crackling with electric arcs.

puff!
A gigantic left hand emerged from the swamp and seized Zhatwin. Immediately following behind, a massive, half-human, half-snake green monster burst forth from the swamp.

The basilisk lifted Zhatwin high, dark green lightning crackling from its hands, seemingly intending to crush Zhatwin to death in its grasp.

The Silent One, Maihamus, reacted even faster, dodging instantly and disappearing from his spot. He reappeared high in the sky, maintaining a certain distance from the basilisk's head.

Then, without him doing anything, the cannons simultaneously emitted a loud bang, and shells engraved with mystical runes were fired toward Alicia.

As soon as he finished doing all this, a pair of wings unfolded from his back.

However, these were not his wings, but a pair of crimson-gold butterfly wings.

Golden lightning erupted from the depths of his consciousness, like a judgment by a high-sequence arbitrator, causing him to feel a momentary daze.

Then came a loud bird cry, and a crimson kite burning with flames flew into his arms, transforming into a sharp sword that pierced him.

The shell flew towards Alicia, but she simply leaned back, like a diver or a flexible fish, and leaped into the water beneath her feet, disappearing from sight.

Less than a second later, the rapidly approaching shell hovered over the spot where Alicia had just been sitting, without exploding, as if it had come to life and was actively seeking out its target.

A pink ray bursts out of the water, defying the laws of physics as it flies upwards.

Closely following the ray was a huge, golden whale.

Charge, my good Eden!

The whale opened its enormous mouth, and beautiful sound waves, inaudible to humans, resounded. Boom!
The shells lost their ability to actively seek out the enemy and, under the influence of gravity, fell into the sea, exploding into bursts of water that shimmered with a dazzling light.

The ray gradually faded and disappeared, and Alicia reappeared, looking up at the sky.

The attack hadn't rendered Maihamus incapable of fighting. He took out a rag doll from his pocket and aimed it at Alicia.

The doll appeared to be made of old cloth, stained with obvious dirt and bloodstains, and its eyes had been gouged out, leaving two empty holes.

The moment it saw Alicia, its face began to change, referencing Alicia who was wearing a crystal mask.

Meanwhile, Maihamus's figure, aided by the reflection on the water, flashed to another direction on the battlefield, the rag doll in his hand fully formed.

As the doll's face took shape, Maihamus raised his hand without hesitation and crushed the doll's head.

Nothing happened.

The curse was easily erased by Alicia using her Destiny ability.

Pure beauty is the nemesis of all filth and curses; the path of pure beauty is the natural counter to the path of the prisoner.

Alicia extended a finger and drew a straight line in the air.

The straight line instantly transformed into a crystal arrow, shooting swiftly towards Maihams like a beam of light.

Crystal flowers bloomed out of thin air in the path between the arrow and the Mahames, like mirrors reflecting light, causing the arrow to scatter and refract continuously.

It quickly transformed into hundreds of pink rays of light that swiftly traversed and cut through the starry sea of ​​past lives.

On the surface of the starry sea, which is as flat as the ground, pink tulips appear, making this starry sea even more dreamlike.

A large number of curses were dispelled from Maihamus's body, causing him to let out a silent roar.

Dispelling the curse from the Silent Disciple is as terrible as forcing a demon to bathe in holy water.

At the same time, Zatwin's body, which had just been captured by the basilisk, faded and became transparent, elongated and stretched, seemingly turning into a thick, long, and soft rope. It escaped from the basilisk's grasp and lunged at the carriage containing the golden coffin.

This was merely a simulated basilisk without intelligence; it simply kept increasing the amount of electricity it was outputting, but it failed to have much effect on Zatwin, who had transformed into a vengeful spirit.

With Zatwin's easy escape, the basilisk, as if having lost its target, transformed back into a thick pool of dark green mud and returned to the "swamp" below.

However, Zhatwin's escape also caused the two demigods who had been watching coldly below to simultaneously focus their attention on him.

Dude, can't you just pretend? Do you have to beg for a beating?
Without hesitation, Zatwin extended his left hand, gloved in black, toward the woman in the evening gown, made a loose fist, and swung it halfway around.

The woman was momentarily stunned, then found herself firmly bound to her evening gown.

Meanwhile, Mahamus, who had just been trying to attack Alicia, had somehow appeared behind the male demigod of the military and reached out to grab the demigod's neck.

Click!

Maihames' ankle suddenly froze.

Not just my ankles, all the joints in my body were frozen.

This ice wasn't like Alicia's crystal ice, beautiful and romantic. Instead, it exuded a chill that could freeze the soul.

A sculpture made of pink crystals rose from underwater; it was a short-haired man holding a heavy sword.

The male sculpture stared blankly at what was happening before it, and instinctively swung its sword to disperse the four people gathered together.

The sculpture then remained motionless in place.

One second, two seconds.

Silently, a butterfly slowly landed on the sculpture's shoulder.

The next second, the sculpture blinked, its pupils twitching slightly as it looked at the four demigods before it.

(End of this chapter)