Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 406 Fierce Battle

In a room where countless shadows were surging and pulsating, a patch of pure, dazzling, and brilliant sunlight appeared out of nowhere.

The shadows that had been surging and entangling around Cyril instantly thinned and became transparent, melting away rapidly in the sunlight.

Immediately afterward, Cyril's figure swiftly "flashed" behind each person, his hands conjuring pure blue flames, leaping silver-white lightning, or condensing faint wind blades...

The next second, Mr. X's figure suddenly became illusory, turning into one illusory door after another. His true body kept appearing behind the "doors," in two different worlds from the successive attacks, gazing at each other from afar, one layer after another, layer upon layer, countless in number.

This is a "transformation" belonging to the "Arcanist" class, which can avoid most attacks!

At the same time, his eyes reflected a phantom book that was slowly turning its pages.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Then, demonic words, born from the abyss and filled with filth and corruption, poured from his mouth one after another: "Corruption!"

"slow!"

Instantly, the air in the room was covered with a layer of slightly viscous black liquid, and everyone's movements became stiff. The two white-robed attendants, who were of lower rank, even stopped moving.

Mr. X's eyes rapidly flipped through the illusory pages of the book, and he stretched out his right hand, forcefully squeezing the air in front of him.

"die!"

In an instant, all the figures that Xireen had "flashed" out with high frequency paused, as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

Immediately, his figure collapsed, turning into a pale yellow paper figure stained with mottled red rust, which was then set ablaze by flames emitting a strong sulfurous smell.

On the other side of the room, only one figure remained. Cyril reached out and pulled a quietly burning, brilliant flame from the void.

He gazed at Mr. X, separated by layers of illusory doors, from afar, and then slightly curled the corners of his lips.

The next second, his figure twisted, instantly becoming adorned with dazzling starlight, turning extremely illusory, as if transforming into a slowly flowing galaxy composed of various abstract symbols.

In this state, he no longer resembles a physical being, but rather is closer to a "door," "roaming," "dimensionality," or "fantasy."

A collection of abstract concepts.

The slowly flowing galaxy instantly traversed spatial distances, appearing behind one illusory gate after another, right in front of Mr. X.

In the latter's horrified gaze, the slowly flowing, dazzling and brilliant "galaxy" assimilated the "door" he had conjured, and then closed gently without making a sound.

"you...."

His words suddenly stopped, and the originally dim room transformed into a frozen wasteland covered in snow and ice in the blink of an eye.

roar~~

A frenzied and violent roar suddenly exploded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a massive, translucent dragon, as tall as a small mountain, appeared out of thin air before him.

It resembles a close relative of the lizard, with an ugly face, dark blue eyes, and a thick, powerful tail. It has a pair of huge wings covered with a membrane on its back, which, when spread out, seem to blot out the sky.

Its scales resemble ice crystals, shimmering with a translucent light, sparkling and dreamlike, yet carrying a chilling sense of danger.

An aura of madness, brutality, and extreme cold instantly swept over us.

Under such an atmosphere, his body trembled uncontrollably, and emotions such as fear and terror welled up within him.

As the dragon flapped its wings, a howling wind arose, carrying with it dense, goose-feather-sized, crystalline snowflakes.

A blizzard formed in an instant!

In the deep, cold wind, a pale blue-white radiance suddenly burst forth.

Where the light swept across, a creaking sound emanated, and even the void seemed to freeze.

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Mr. X's forehead, which instantly froze into an ice crystal.

At the same time, his figure became ethereal and transparent, as if he might disappear at any moment, but then solidified again in the next second.

His teleportation failed; there seemed to be an invisible wall separating him from the spirit world.

Without time to think it through, he tried using Flash, but it still failed.

After a brief delay, the pale blue-white light that had frozen even the void arrived in front of him.

The sudden drop in temperature around him made his body stiffen, and he couldn't even make a move to run away.

The next second, a pale blue-white light silently swept across his body, and crystal-clear, dreamlike ice crystals instantly covered him.

Further away, two servants dressed in white robes were also unable to escape and were buried deep beneath the extremely cold and thick ice.

After delivering the blow, the mountain-sized body of "King of the North" Yurišan vanished in the blink of an eye.

The swirling snowflakes and biting wind vanished instantly, and the frigid land returned to the dimly lit room illuminated by only a few candles. Only the thick, unremoved ice crystals on the floor proved that everything that had just happened was not a dream.

The slowly flowing, dazzling "galaxy" receded inward, revealing the figure of Cyril.

He calmly looked at the spot where Mr. X was frozen.

Beneath the thick layer of ice crystals, only a human-shaped shadow could be seen.

The "Shadow Substitute Technique" of the Three-Headed Sanctuary!

It allows one's shadow to take damage in place of the main body.

The next second, his inspiration suddenly struck, and his figure disappeared silently from the spot.

call!

With a fierce whooshing sound, a straight, dark greatsword struck the spot where he had just been, leaving a long, deep crack in the floor.

The one wielding the straight sword was a small giant, about two meters tall, whose entire body was covered in cold black armor.

Only its eyes shimmered with two deep red lights, like a dark knight emerging from the shadows.

As the Dark Knight sheathed his sword, Cyril's figure silently appeared around it, surrounding it.

In every Cyrian's eye, an illusory, ever-turning book appears.

Immediately, some of them leaned back with their arms outstretched, as if embracing the sun; some were covered in a layer of sacred golden light; and some formed a stamp-like projection in front of them...

Notarization: Invalid!

The dark knight's full-body armor, composed of "corruption" power and shadow, suddenly thinned, as if it were about to collapse at any moment, turning into its most essential shadow.

At the same time, a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky, illuminating the entire room.

Amidst the brilliant light, golden, illusory flames spontaneously ignited.

Without a sound, the Dark Knight vanished.

He "flashed" at incredible speed, appearing in front of every single one of Cyril's figures simultaneously.

Boom!

Thick, silvery-white bolts of lightning suddenly struck down, leaping between the figures of the small, giant-like black knight.

"A series of lightning strikes!"

As the Black Knight dodged with a "flash," silver-white lightning pulsed continuously, almost forming a continuous expanse, creating a silver "ocean" in the room.

Finally, the Black Knight, with nowhere to run, stopped moving. His black armor, composed of "corruption" power and shadow, absorbed all the attacks and then shattered into pieces.

Mr. X's figure was revealed, but he was paralyzed and unable to move due to the lingering electric shock.

boom!

A thunderous sound exploded in his ears, instantly stunning him and leaving him stunned.

The figures that Cyril had "flashed" out of his eyes disappeared, and the illusory books reflected in his eyes kept turning.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Vast swathes of eerie blue flames appeared out of nowhere, engulfing Mr. X's body like a tidal wave.

This was an ability he had recorded in Grosser's Travels when he and Grosser and others were fighting against "King of the North" Julian.

A few breaths later, the azure "wave" receded, and Mr. X was enveloped in thick, crystalline, extremely cold ice crystals, his azure eyes still holding a dazed look.

Cyril exhaled softly, the illusory book that was still slowly turning the pages in his dark eyes disappeared, and he looked at Mr. X, who was frozen in the ice in front of him, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

He could clearly sense that the other person was still alive. Beneath the surface of flesh and blood that had been completely frozen and lifeless, the internal organs seemed to be still wriggling and repairing the injuries at an extremely slow pace.

All of this stemmed from a gold ring with a ruby ​​set on his hand.

"A magical item that enhances life force?"

"Sometimes living is more painful than dying..."

As soon as he finished speaking, fear suddenly surged through Mr. X, who was covered in ice crystals.

"The brain can still think? That's even worse."

He muttered something under his breath, then recited in a low voice the words of a revered title: "A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."

About ten seconds later, a thick grayish-white mist suddenly surged out in front of him, and a blurry figure sat at the top of the mist, as if looking down at the world.

Before Klein could ask, Sirion spoke up, "A wild 'traveler,' would you like to herd livestock?"

"A traveler?"

Klein, standing above the gray fog, was taken aback. He shifted his gaze from Klein to the familiar, translucent ice crystal that emanated a strong chill.

Inside the ice crystal, a young man dressed in a white robe, with a blank stare, was frozen in place.

Klein frowned slightly. In his true vision above the gray fog, he saw the black shadows hanging like a curtain and the writhing flesh on the white-robed man's body, and felt an extremely familiar aura.

"Is he a member of the Aurora Society?"

Sirion nodded slightly: "Mr. X of the Aurora Society, Louis Wayne, was originally a friar's apprentice in the Abraham family, but later followed Boutis in his rebellion and joined the Aurora Society."

Klein nodded thoughtfully, a flicker of interest crossing his eyes.

He had long coveted the "traveler's" ability. For adventurers at sea, the ability to "teleport" was incredibly convenient, allowing them to easily travel between various islands.

Not only is it convenient, but it also saves on ferry ticket costs.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you want?"

£1.

Klein's lips twitched slightly.

Goodbye, I can't afford it.

After waiting a while and not hearing a reply, Cyril changed his tune: "Since we're acquaintances, how about I give you a 20% discount?"

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After a moment of silence, he pondered and said, "You can pay in installments, I won't charge interest, on the condition that I can record all the extraordinary abilities you can use for free in the future."

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Above the gray fog, Klein hesitated before nodding: "...Okay."

After grazing the soul of the "traveler," you can replace the "psychologist" in "Crawling Hunger," and then you can get a refund from Miss "Justice."

After reaching an agreement with Klein, Sirion looked down at the gold ring with a ruby ​​set on Mr. X's right index finger.

The illusory, ever-turning pages of a book reappeared in his eyes.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

He stretched out his right hand forward, twisting his wrist slightly.

The next second, he felt a weight in his hand, and the gold ring that had been on Mr. X's hand appeared in his palm.

"Stealing" successful!

Sirion lowered his head slightly, looking at the gold ring inlaid with rubies in his hand, his eyes suddenly becoming blank.

Two or three seconds later, his blank and dazed eyes regained their rationality.

"..I?"

"Is the side effect random loss of intelligence?"

Before he finished speaking, he decisively put the gold ring into a cigarette case he always carried with him and added a layer of spiritual protection.

After doing all that, he shook out a sheet of drawing paper and imagined the sacrificial ritual depicted on it...

After sacrificing Mr. X's still somewhat life-giving body onto the gray mist, he turned his head to look at the two white-robed attendants who were also frozen in ice.

In his eyes, the illusory book that was slowly turning the pages reappeared.

Immediately afterwards, pure blue flames ignited.

The ice covering the room melted rapidly, and even the water vapor evaporated.

The two white-robed attendants, freed from the thick ice crystals, were set ablaze without resistance and turned to ashes in the leaping flames.

Tiny, dark blue specks of light emerged from the ashes of the corpse.

They had already died when they were frozen by the recreated Yurisian by Cyril; the physical strength of low-sequence extraordinary beings was far from sufficient to withstand that low temperature.

After waiting a while, a yellow-black, key-shaped pendant and a gray-black shadow gradually took shape.

After picking up the two items, Cyril raised his hand and conjured a phantom, shimmering crystal ball, which then shattered with a crack.

Tiny, starlight-tinged fragments immediately scattered and merged into the surrounding void.

He then raised his right hand, which was holding the quietly burning, brilliant flame. As the flame flickered, countless starlight fell, outlining an illusory door in the air.

boom!

The sound was like the explosion of a large-yield gunpowder, and crimson flames rose up, illuminating most of the street.

Beside the Wutong Avenue, Xiu, who had just rushed out of an alley, was startled by the sudden explosion.

She instinctively stopped and turned around, just in time to see a crimson flame blooming in mid-air.

"This is... the direction of the gathering Mr. X organized, and the distance is about the same."

"Was the person who suddenly leaped out of the flames and then abruptly disappeared meant to get Mr. X to end the party quickly, let the participants leave, and then launch an attack?"

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