Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 506 Full of Spirit

How dare you bully my Joan of Arc!

How dare you cause trouble on my turf!

At this moment, Roselle displayed a ruthless and domineering presence, one that was not to be trifled with.

However, in Boutis's eyes, it was nothing special. Even the legendary Emperor Roselle was just a remnant from an old era.

Moreover, isn't it ridiculous to use mirror space to restrict arcane mages?

As if deliberately provoking, Butis unleashed an arc of electricity from his fingertips. The attack seemed to be in sync with the mirror, rippling like a snake before disappearing into the head of a commoner.

However, to Butis's surprise, even though his attack had broken through the barrier of the mirror world, he still failed to hit the target.

This is not simply a matter of separating the primary and secondary worlds through the mirror world.

"Why do you think I tolerated your previous insolence?"

Rosell scoffed. In his previous life, how many wish-fulfillment novels had he read, how many online games had he played, and how many tricks did he know?

How could he make such a basic mistake? If it weren't for the need to temporarily modify this sealed artifact, he would have already appeared and led his cavalry to charge and kill this bastard.

"Professor Dorian, I don't think that's a good idea."

Boutis beckoned with his finger and felt a spatial blockade. He turned to look at Dorian, whose eyes were both bright red.

"This general from Intis also harbors ill will towards you, after all, I was the one who brought you here."

As Boutis slowly retreated, he didn't forget to sow discord.

"You don't need to worry about that. I think you'll be the first one dealt with."

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"Also, stop calling me teacher. There's only hatred left between us."

Dorian, whose emotions were not very stable, had already shed his self-condemnation. At this moment, the only thing he looked at when he looked at Butis was the coldness of someone looking at a beast and a traitor.

People who suppress their emotions will only blame others when they are emotionally unstable.

"That's right. I swear on the honor of the Gustav family that as long as you cooperate with me and control this demon, I will absolutely not lay a hand on you before dealing with him."

Rosell was clearly not buying into any attempts to sow discord. He casually used his family's reputation to make a fairly credible oath. If there weren't gods in this world, Rosell would have preferred to swear an oath directly to the god of steam and machinery, which would have been more convincing.

"Thank you very much."

Dorian nodded, then quickly finished chanting the incantation. A terrifying tornado erupted in the mirror world, sweeping directly towards Butis with overwhelming force. With its massive attack range, it directly pressured Butis's space to maneuver.

Depend on!

Fortunately, Joan of Arc was there to meet them from outside.

When Roselle saw Boutis using the recorded storm abilities to fight back, his delicate mustache twitched almost imperceptibly. He had been lying all along. His transformation of the mirror world was not that thorough; it was merely an overlay of fantasy, with Joan of Arc cooperating to provide protection in the real world and relocate the civilians of Intis.

If it weren't for Joan of Arc being on the outside and Dorian on the inside, together maintaining the stability of the mirror world...

His level 1 sealed artifact might very well shatter in this clash of demigods.

You guys want to play, right?

Rosell gritted his teeth and assumed a charging stance. Behind him, the cavalry, who had remained silent, simultaneously raised their lances, all pointing in the direction of Rosell's sword. Led by Rosell, the entire cavalry formation began to charge rapidly.

The entire formation, in a strange synergy, coalesced into one. Roselle's small knightly order did not adopt a classic military formation, but rather a formation similar to the Big Dipper, reflecting a unique star path, which seemed to have borrowed the power of the stars.

At the very least, it made Butis feel a strong threat.

"Damn it!"

"You're clinging too tightly, you old man!"

Since Dorian was unwilling to maintain the superficial relationship, Butis simply stopped pretending and barely managed to get rid of Dorian's entanglement. Although he was still affected and unable to leave this mirror world, the internal teleportation was fine, and he directly avoided Roselle's charging path.

However, when Butis completed his teleportation and appeared in the area behind Roselle's cavalry, his pupils suddenly contracted. In his vision, it was as if he had not teleported at all. Roselle's cavalry was still charging straight toward him, seemingly without any turning, as if they were aiming at him and launching a straight charge toward him, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

How is that possible?

A world reflected in a mirror? Or a strange sealed artifact?

I refuse to believe it!

Butis tried to jump again, this time leaping even further, to the flank of the Roselle cavalry. However, when he came to his senses, all he saw was the column charging straight toward him, as if it would not stop or turn before piercing his heart.

Go!

That was the sound of robes being torn. Due to the mental pressure brought by Roselle, Boutis, who was distracted, was injured by Dorian. However, Boutis remained calm. He used the abilities of the Rose Bishop recorded in the book, and his flesh and blood writhed rapidly. Such physical injuries were nothing to him.

Since we can't avoid it, let's crush it head-on!

The attack power of the Craftsman path is relatively weak.

Even if this is Emperor Roselle!

brush!

Another illusory page was turned, and a terrifying storm of lightning struck Roselle like a heavy hammer.

Boutis moved very quickly. He turned another page, and the entire mirror world seemed to fall into darkness. Dorian's vision was also briefly stripped away, which gave Boutis a chance to try to jump away.

"Even lightning cannot stop me; I am the direction from which you perish."

The thunderous sound of hooves was not drowned out by the roar of lightning. Rosell's voice was as loud as a war song. The longsword in his hand seemed to gather the strength of the entire team. It not only broke through the lightning storm, but also thrust at Butis through the void. It was a dazzling white light.

Damn!

Familiar spatial fluctuations!

Boutis's heart was pounding. As a demigod who had access to the portal, he immediately realized this deadly threat. His body became ethereal and retreated continuously, appearing behind a series of ever-emerging portals.

The silver light that should have crossed space and exploded within his body seemed to be racing against Butis through a spatial tunnel, crossing door after door, but always one step behind Butis.

Until Dorian raised his hand and closed the door that Butis kept slipping away from.

good chance!

The Joan of Arc doll, who had been providing external support, also clenched her fists.