Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 420 Attack

Beneath the high-hanging crimson moon, a soft, dreamlike, serene, and profound ethereal black veil quietly descended, enveloping the building where the Workers' Mutual Aid Association was located.

From the outside, the entire building seemed to have dimmed and lost its presence.

As the black, illusory "veil" fell, Cyril felt a faint, scrutinizing gaze sweep over him.

Hmm? He looked up thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping over the crimson moon hanging high in the sky. Just then, a dark cloud drifted by, obscuring the crescent-shaped moon and making the night on the ground even darker.

Inside the association, on a bed covered with a black velvet blanket, Butis suddenly woke up from a dream, panting heavily, his body trembling slightly.

He had just had a nightmare in which he was plunged into a silent, absolute darkness, and the "Old Box" he controlled went out of control in the darkness and swallowed him up.

huh~~

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then reached out and pulled a crystal ball from the void, its deep eyes reflecting a dazzling starry sky.

"A warning from your spiritual intuition!"

"A malicious intent towards me is brewing..."

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After murmuring for a while, he suddenly looked up at the window with the curtains tightly drawn; the East District was unusually quiet tonight.

"No, malice has already struck!"

Suddenly, one after another, illusory doors appeared in his deep blue eyes.

At the same time, the sound of a violent wind rang in his ears, seemingly from reality, yet also as if it originated from an illusion.

The wind, carrying an extremely majestic and irresistible will, swept in from all directions, engulfing his body, consciousness, and mind.

Butis's body, which had just completed its ethereal transformation, quickly solidified again. He sat there trembling, briefly lost in a state of disarray.

"Mental deprivation!"

boom!

A massive, bluish-white fireball, repeatedly compressed, smashed through the walls, melted the glass, and hurtled relentlessly towards Butis, who sat blankly on the bed.

The darkness and shadows in the room instantly came to life, surging up like water and quickly condensing into a small giant that was two or three meters tall.

Its entire body was covered in black, cold armor, with only two deep red lights flashing in the area where its eyes were.

The Dark Knight, formed from shadows and darkness, stood before Butis, blocking the enormous fireball that was bluish-white.

boom!

As if a large amount of gunpowder had been detonated, violent and scorching shockwaves spread out, cracking the floor, collapsing the walls, and blowing off the ceiling, causing the entire building to shake.

In the scorching crimson flames, a demon emerged, its body covered in countless mysterious patterns, its head topped with curved goat horns, and its back adorned with a pair of enormous, bat-like wings, wreathed in crimson flames tinged with pale blue.

He exuded malice, emanated a strong sulfurous odor, and had two curved demon horns on his head that burned with somewhat illusory black flames.

The moment he saw this demon, Cyril was overwhelmed with fear, tension, and dread.

This is a "desperate apostle" being herded!

In the instant that emotions surged within him, Cyril had a bad feeling.

Then he saw the "Apostle of Desire" extend his right hand in his direction and grasp it from a distance.

All his emotions were catalyzed at this moment, and then exploded!

Cyril's expression suddenly became blank, his figure became thin and lacked depth, turning into a portrait stained with sticky black ink.

Bang!

The portrait exploded instantly, turning into countless fragments and a black mist filled with a sense of decadence.

The "Apostle of Desire," whose attack had been dodged, turned around expressionlessly and locked onto Cyril once again.

He gazed at the empty corridor ahead and uttered a demonic word, born from the abyss and filled with filth and depravity: "Depravity!"

The surrounding air suddenly became viscous, and a black liquid filled with filth and depravity seeped out, outlining the figure of Cyril.

At the same time, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came to life, rising up like a stream and entangling him tightly.

With a calm expression, Sirion opened his arms, leaned back slightly, and made a hugging motion. At the same time, a phantom book that kept turning pages appeared in his eyes.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

A magnificent, pure, and blazing pillar of light descended from the sky and enveloped him.

The viscous black liquid seeping from the surrounding air evaporated instantly, and the shadow that had been clinging to him quickly became transparent, disappearing silently in the holy light.

call!

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out behind him, and the little giant, covered in jet-black full-body armor, silently leaped out of the shadows behind him, his straight, dark greatsword slashing down at him diagonally.

The next second, the greatsword, slashing diagonally, easily sliced ​​through Cyrien's body, turning him into a pile of foam.

The bubbles reflected a dreamlike array of colors in the firelight.

The bubbles dispersed and drifted away, disappearing in an instant.

"snort!"

The little giant snorted coldly, knelt down, and plunged the straight, dark greatsword in his hand into the floor.

An invisible wave emanated from him, and the shadows and darkness of the entire building came alive at that moment.

In the corners and crevices of the house, countless crimson eyes, large and small, filled with malice, opened.

Then, one after another, black, slippery tentacles, mouthparts covered with illusory fangs, and claws with sharp nails emerged.

They appear scattered, yet form a unified whole, like a terrifying behemoth stitched together from countless monsters of darkness.

The little giant, clad in full black armor, straightened up, turned halfway around, and looked at Cyrien, who was trapped in the encirclement.

"No one can attack His saints under the Lord's watchful eye; malice itself is a form of depravity," this belongs to the Lord's realm.

"Before coming to Backlund, when the Lord revealed the truth, I also received a hint from Lord Urolius."

"So, upon arriving in Backlund, I immediately set up an altar, held a ceremony, and prayed to the Lord for some blessings to prepare for any unforeseen events."

"This is something even Butis doesn't know."

"He unusually ignored the potential impact of the misfortune that befell him, but I, who was closer to the Lord, was not affected by that unknown force."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The sound of clapping hands suddenly rang out behind him.

Clad in jet-black armor, the small giant, like a dark knight, instinctively turned and swung his sword.

The deep blade pierced through Cyrien's body without any resistance, as if it hadn't struck anything at all.

Cyril raised his hand at him and said before the next sword strike, "I must say, you are very well prepared, but you seem not to have noticed that Boutis has not made a move since the attack began, nor have you paid any attention to him."

The little giant froze for a moment as he swung his sword, then the blade slashed across Cyrien's body, splitting him in two like a portrait.

He then closed his eyes and used the power of corruption to separate the discordant thoughts from his body and combine them with the shadow beneath his feet, forming a corrupted shadow creature that was seven parts similar to him but completely black.

The shadow creature was pierced through by his sword the moment it took shape.

Originating from the corrupted realm, the "Blade of Spirit and Flesh" ignores the defenses of corrupted shadow creatures, corroding their bodies and extinguishing their spirituality.

Behind him, the "Apostle of Desire" being herded clenched his right fist tightly.

The shadow creature's corrupting intent was instantly ignited, and its struggling movements froze.

"die!"

The dark, shadowy creature was immediately covered with a layer of mottled red rust and burst into flames that emitted the smell of sulfur.

The next second, its body shattered silently, turning into a corrupt black mist that melted back into the little giant's feet.

After using the "Shadow of Fallenness" to clear away any consciousness that did not belong to him, the "Dark Saint" Kesma, in his giant form, finally discovered the problem.

Boutis is gone!

Or perhaps, I've simply disappeared?

As the thought crossed his mind, he immediately recited aloud: "The Creator of all things, the Lord behind the veil of shadow, the fallen nature of all living beings."

After he finished speaking, he waited quietly for two seconds, but still did not sense the presence of the "true creator".

"Sealed off, or kept secret?"

"When?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept across his surroundings with a deep focus, taking in the malevolent crimson eyes, the sticky, slippery black tentacles, the mandibles covered in sharp teeth, and the razor-sharp claws.

"The gifts I received from the Lord also carried His presence; they influenced my perception and judgment..."

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As he murmured, the jet-black full-body armor covering his body instantly crumbled, forming a dark expanse that continued to spread outwards.

Everything that came into contact with the darkness was coated with a thick, sticky black substance, either instantly corroded and broke, or fell into corruption, came to life, and became monsters.

The workers' mutual aid association building disintegrated in a matter of moments, turning into a silent, surging darkness.

These dark ripples spread outwards like waves, only to be blocked by a deep, endless darkness.

This is a "spatial cage" isolated from reality!

The workers' mutual aid association building was merely a recreated scene; from beginning to end, only Cyril and Kexma were present.

All of this was accomplished by Cyril after briefly controlling the situation using "mind deprivation." Under the influence of psychological suggestion, Kexma did not notice the problem immediately.

However, the fraud began to fall apart after Kexma used his extraordinary ability to cover the entire Workers' Mutual Aid Association building, and the workers and Mutual Aid Association employees who were supposed to be resting in the dormitories disappeared.

That's why Cyril took the initiative to expose the problem to Kexma.

As the dark "waves" swirled, a milky-white six-sided die was gently tossed by Cyril.

It passed through the "waves" unaffected, landed on the ground with a thud, spun a few times, and then stopped.

One point facing upwards!

This is the verdict for Kesma!

Every hidden space must contain a door that connects to reality, and now, the probability of Kexma finding that door has been reduced to the extreme.

Reality unfolds within the workers' mutual aid association building, shrouded in secrecy.

Boutis's figure kept "flashing" and appeared in various places in the building, trying to find the "door" to break through the hidden blockade.

Tobias, dressed in a black tailcoat and top hat, also "appeared" beside or behind him.

This is the "Flash" ability he borrowed from Cyril using the "team" effect.

Although the Traveler's teleportation ability is not as good as the Wizard's, it at least allows him to keep up with Butis's speed and prevents him from being completely outmaneuvered.

At the same time, his flexible "teleport" ability also allows him to avoid being swapped out by the "Old Box" and sealed in the first layer of the box.

As for the transfer ability of the second layer of the "Old Box", according to Verdu and Lawrence, this transfer is inherently random, and can only be specified by oneself in a small number of cases. However, it is difficult for Butis, who is in a state of misfortune, to encounter low-probability events that are favorable to him.

A random transfer is unlikely to solve the problem; instead, it may plunge him into a new crisis.

As for the third layer of the "Box of the Past," it contains pollution from the stars, and unless Butis intends to commit suicide, he will not use it voluntarily.

For these reasons, he chose to borrow the "Flash" ability from Cyril when formulating his plan, and took the initiative to confront Butis.

Because their goal from the beginning was Boutis, or more precisely, the "Old Box" in Boutis's possession.

As long as he could keep up with the "Arcanist's" speed, he was 90% confident that he could take down a demigod within ten minutes. While Butis and Tobias were "twisting" and pulling at each other, a thick layer of white fog unknowingly filled the building where the Workers' Mutual Aid Association was located.

This is the "fog of war" belonging to the "War Bishop"!

It not only covers the real world, but also shrouds the corresponding spirit world.

As the "fog of war" spreads, the powerful spiritual warnings and intuitions of the "Arcanists" are suppressed and dulled.

Within the thick white fog, intermittent yet magnificent and layered, filled with the courage to face death and live, a high-spirited battle cry rang out.

As the "war cry" continued, Butis felt his spirituality gradually becoming irritable and restless, as if he sensed death approaching.

Boutis, who was frequently "flashing" through the thick fog, took a deep breath and then let his eyes reflect a phantom book that was constantly turning.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Each of the high-frequency "flashes" he made performed the same action, but the abilities he used were completely different and extraordinary.

Some summoned streaks of silver lightning out of thin air, while others brought the shadows beneath their feet to life, causing them to disintegrate into a dark expanse that spread outwards. Some exuded a deep, heavy majesty that could make even spirits tremble...

Various attacks materialized almost simultaneously, surging towards Tobias, who "blinked" into various parts of the building, engulfing their figures.

Two seconds later, the workers' mutual aid association building collapsed.

"Ah, finally..."

""

Tobias's voice, tinged with a sigh, echoed faintly through the thick fog.

Boutis frowned slightly; he couldn't pinpoint the other person's location by sound.