Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 421 Luck

Amidst the building ruins shrouded in thick white fog, Tobias held an oil painting encased in a brass frame, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After a short wait, the scene depicted in the oil painting transformed into the one he desired.

Snapped!

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in a good mood.

Deep within the fog, Boutis's spiritual intuition delivered a belated warning.

Before he could react, large swaths of crimson, scorching, slowly flowing lava appeared out of thin air, replacing the collapsed workers' mutual aid association building.

Crimson flames instantly swept across the area, mixing with magma to form terrifying crimson "waves" that surged high before crashing down.

boom!

Boutis's figure suddenly became illusory, transforming into one illusory door after another.

His true form kept appearing behind the "gate," existing in two different worlds from the falling crimson "waves," gazing at each other from afar, layer upon layer, countless in number.

A crimson "wave" fell, and then another crimson "wave" surged high...

Butis's face darkened. "Transformation" could evade attacks, but it also consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Even though he was already a demigod, he could not maintain this state for long.

Moreover, the terrifyingly high temperature around him made him feel like he was rapidly dehydrating, and he might turn into a dried-up corpse before his spiritual energy was exhausted.

After hesitating for half a second, the illusory book in his eyes reappeared.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

A phantom, silvery-white giant snake appeared above his head.

This giant silver serpent has no actual scales, only dense patterns and symbols that form interconnected rotating wheels, each surrounded by different markings.

The giant snake slowly opened its mouth, bit its own tail, and formed a complete circle with its body.

A silvery light burst forth out of nowhere, sweeping everything away like a torrent, causing time to rewind.

The heavy crimson "waves" receded into the sky before collapsing back into the sea of ​​lava below.

Immediately afterwards, all the crimson, scorching, slowly flowing lava vanished into thin air, replaced once again by ruins shrouded in thick mist.

Then the collapsed ruins began to rewind, the Workers' Mutual Aid Association building was restored to its original state, and the thick fog that had shrouded the building dissipated.

They began to disperse.

Boutis's suppressed vision, sense of smell, hearing, spiritual warning, and spiritual intuition were restored.

After the overwhelming silvery light dissipated as if it could no longer be sustained, Boutis looked across the room at Tobias, who was wearing a gentleman's tuxedo with a gangster vibe, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

He originally wanted to reset everything to before the hidden forces covered the building, but bad luck, the other party's provocations, and the influence of the surrounding "fog of war" on his spiritual intuition caused him to misjudge the time.

The "Reset of Fate" recorded from the "Angel of Fate," Urolius, failed to achieve its best effect.

"pity....

With a sigh, before Tobias could launch his attack, Butis reached out and grabbed at the void. The space around him was instantly shrouded in shadow, distorted, cut apart, and hidden away.

He then took out a three-tiered jewelry box with a silver-black surface and inlaid with various gemstones from a black pocket he was carrying.

"The Box of the Past"

It originally belonged to the Abraham family, but during the rebellion launched by the Butis-Aurora Society, this magical item, a level 0 sealed artifact, was also stolen by him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled open the first layer of the jewelry box, revealing the interior space, except for the one he had hidden.

All regions outside the block space are permuted.

This includes the entire workers' union building, parts of the street outside, the workers and employees living in the building, and even Tobias, who came to attack him!

In the first layer of the "Old Box," Tobias's body was shrunk by dozens of times, becoming a stiff, wind-up toy with only its head able to turn.

...As expected of something comparable to a level 0 sealed artifact, even a demigod's body would find it difficult to resist its influence.

In the blink of an eye, his stiff body suddenly became ethereal, tinged with colorful starlight, and pairs of transparent, wing-like membranes, like dragonfly wings, extended out from behind him.

He borrowed Cyril's power once again!

The transparent membrane behind him, resembling fairy wings, fluttered gently, and his body instantly shed its toy-like stiffness, becoming unaffected and able to move freely.

In the hidden space, Boutis's spiritual intuition suddenly gave him a warning, and he subconsciously flashed away from the "Old Box".

The next second, a figure stained with starlight flew out from the first open "Old Box," expanding like an explosive wave of flames.

In the blink of an eye, the figure that was not much bigger than a grain of rice transformed into a giant with a black metal skeleton surrounded by raging blue flames.

An incomplete mythical creature form of the "Red Priest" pathway!

As a former "weather sorcerer," after re-digesting some of the characteristics within his body, he has become quite proficient in mastering his incomplete mythical creature form.

The moment he saw the fire giant, a flood of frantic, chaotic information rushed into his mind, and Butis was momentarily stunned.

Before he could react, a giant spear wreathed in blue flames was already right in front of him.

boom!

Boutis's body was instantly pierced, and "harvested" was hit in a vital spot.

Amidst the scorching heat waves that spread outwards, Butis's body suddenly turned black and lost its thickness, becoming a shadow that was both illusory and real.

"Shadow Substitution Technique!"

Then, Butis's figure appeared on the other side. In the firelight, his feet seemed to be empty, and he had no shadow of his own.

After losing his shadow, his spirit also lost its integrity and will need a considerable amount of time to recover.

At the same time, his strength will decline, and his resistance to various negative effects will decrease.

The fire giant took a step forward, and his figure instantly "teleported" to appear in front of Butis.

boom!

The flaming spear pierced through Butis once again, but this time it only hit the afterimage left by the high-speed "flash".

At the same time, one after another, Butis appeared around the fire giant, some with their heads bowed, some with their eyes closed, and some with their heads turned away.

The image of that illusory, slowly turning book reappeared in his eyes once more.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

The next second, Butis's figure, which kept "flashing" around, disappeared until only a shadow remained.

He stretched out his right hand, his mouth wide open in a ferocious expression, and let out an extremely evil roar that pierced straight into the spirit.

The moment the roar rang out, Tobias, in his fire giant form, trembled uncontrollably, stiffened, and went blank, briefly losing all thought.

Black, sticky liquid seeped out from between the iron-black metal skeleton, as if flowing with an evil force. Even the blazing blue flames swayed erratically, as if they had been subjected to some unknown corruption and curse.

The surrounding spirituality becomes viscous, gradually "solidifying," binding the body and soul.

After regaining his senses, Tobias clearly felt that the connection between his body and soul was gradually decreasing, and both his body and soul were becoming more and more rigid and heavy.

Until he could no longer control his incomplete mythical creature form.

The nearly ten-meter-tall fire giant instantly disintegrated, turning into streams of blue flames that scattered in all directions before quickly coalescing back to form Tobias's body.

He rubbed his still throbbing, confused head, looked at Butis, and chuckled softly, "Is that all?"

Upon hearing this, Boutis felt a surge of anger and an urge to tear the other person apart.

His deep eyes once again reflected an illusory, rapidly turning book.

The writhing darkness spread in his hand, eventually transforming into an arm-length, completely black, and exceptionally sharp blade.

"Blade of Spirit and Flesh"

The next second, he "teleported" directly behind Tobias, brandishing his blade.

Between him and Tobias, a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols suddenly appeared.

Like a small giant, Kexma, covered in black, cold full-body armor, stepped out from behind the door.

Chi!

The "Spirit and Flesh Blade" in Butis's hand easily sliced ​​through the black armor composed of "corruption" power.

A look of astonishment flashed across Butis's eyes as he snapped out of his rage, and the "Spirit and Flesh Blade" in his hand instantly disintegrated.

At the same time, the black full-body armor on Kexma's body shattered after absorbing all the damage for him.

The next instant, an invisible, transparent breath erupted from the illusory gate behind Kexma, piercing through his body.

Kexma froze on the spot as if struck by lightning; his spirit was torn apart by the blow, and his soul was pierced.

The moment his spiritual intuition issued a warning, Butis's figure became illusory, transforming into one illusory door after another.

His true form kept appearing behind the "door," existing in a different world from the "mind breath" that surged forth after piercing through Kexma, thus avoiding the sudden attack.

At the same time, behind Kesma, Tobias, wearing a strange crown covered in rust and bloodstains, and dressed in a thin dark robe, emerged from the illusory gate, his exposed chest covered with scars of varying depths.

Cyril "recreated" Tobias when Banshee used the "Conqueror" trait.

The Tobias who was "recreated" pulled with his right hand, and a "Spear of Destruction" was formed out of thin air, surrounded by flames that were extremely hot and extremely violent.

The next second, the "Spear of Destruction" pierced through Kexma's chest from behind.

"Well....

Ksma, who had just regained consciousness from the excruciating pain, opened her mouth but could only utter a hoarse sound.

His life was slipping away rapidly; his body and soul were collapsing.

Even with the Black Knight's immense vitality and flesh magic, it was difficult to save them.

This stems from the "harvesting" at the angelic level; once a weakness is hit, death is inevitable.

Unless Butis also has a record of a "reset of fate" from Ouroles that could reset this part of fate.

But he didn't.

Tonight, both he and Kesma had extremely bad luck.

In a second or two, Kexma's body completely collapsed, breaking into writhing pieces of flesh of varying sizes that were rapidly dying.

His spirit also faded and disappeared after a brief roar.

As Kesma's body collapsed, the surrounding dark and gloomy space suddenly brightened.

Boutis removed the concealment from this space, and only a crimson crescent moon cast its light, illuminating the surroundings.

A blank space appeared between the once closely connected streets and houses, as if it had been erased from a higher dimension by an unseen hand.

A biting evening breeze blew by, ruffling the hair on Butis's forehead. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the secret that had once shrouded this place had disappeared.

The next second, his figure appeared directly in front of the "Old Days Box".

Before he could even extend his hand, his spiritual intuition suddenly sent him a terrifying warning, as if a disaster was about to befall him.

Before he could even process the thought, his figure abruptly disappeared from the sight of Cyril and Tobias.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of malice filled with coldness and deathly stillness rose in Cyrien's mind.

boom!boom!

His heart pounded faster than usual, as if something terrifying was about to happen to him.

Without needing to think, he already understood the reason.

The "Old Box" has started to go berserk!

pat!

The "Dice of Probability" fell from Cyril's hand.

"Give it a 1-point rating."

Under his gaze, the "probability die" struggled to spin for a while before stopping, leaving a 1 facing up.

The next second, Cyril vanished.

Then he reappeared next to the "Old Box".

He was randomly moved to a new location by the "Old Days Box," but this new location just happened to be right next to the "Old Days Box."

Without the slightest hesitation, he tossed out a sheet of paper with chaotic colors and complicated content, like a child's random scribbles with no artistic talent.

Under his gaze, the drawing paper was gently placed over the "Old Box".

And so it blended into the painting, becoming part of its content.

He then bent down, picked up the drawing paper that was lying on the ground, rolled it into a strip, and put it back in his pocket.

"There's enough paint on the drawing paper for it to play with for a while."

As he spoke, he looked at the spot where Butis had just disappeared, took out a gold coin, and flicked it into the air with a clang.

After repeating it twice, he shook his head slightly at Tobias: "Butis is not dead, but we don't know where the Old Box has sent him. Hopefully, it's a thrilling and exciting adventure."

Tobias raised an eyebrow at this. "It sounds like you'd prefer to hunt him down yourself, or perhaps you'd like someone from the Abraham family to kill him?"

"No, I just want him to give me a chance to pick up the special ability."

As he spoke, his intuition suddenly stirred, and he saw the "probability die" on the ground flip over, changing from a 1 to a 2.

point.

His spiritual intuition told him that this was the judgment given to him by the "dice of probability".

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Boom!

A streak of silvery lightning suddenly ripped across the sky, followed by a slow, rumbling thunder.

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