A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 320 Poker Face Rorschach and King of Bad Jokes Rorschach

"The agent of the Lord of Order, the gigolo of Delyuaz, we need not be enemies." It was as if countless voices were superimposed, pouring into Rorschach's two minds at this moment.

Unexpectedly, the allies the Marquis had been waiting for, these ancient shepherds, actually extended a friendly gesture to Rorschach: "Our shepherd clan and the Rat Whisperers are like brothers. We are all former followers of His Highness Delyuaz, of the same origin. Today we stand together."

Yuan Piluoxia breathed a sigh of relief. With these big guys joining their side, it meant that the overall situation was settled. It seemed that the hand on the carriage had sensed Little Coal Ball and given the whole carriage of people "face".

But Rorschach in red immediately retorted, "First, Dryujaz and I are innocent. He helped me, and I helped Him, that's all. Second, you claim to be brothers with the Rat Whisperers, yet you stand by and watch them become the dominant slave race in the Shadowlands, while you herd them as if nothing happened. How dare you say that?"

A grand and complex voice came again, beginning with a distant sigh: "Under the Lord of Order and other gods, what difference is there between us, regardless of size, and rats in a hole? The rat whisperers were slaves yesterday, but today they have risen up, all with the permission of the Lord of Order."

"All we can do is capture the masters who abuse their slaves and turn them into lambs as punishment. We thank you for what you have done today, so please say no more."

After saying this, the large men shook their spiked clubs, from which bells jingled. Although the sound was not loud, even the elves and dwarves closest to Freddy's horn on the battlefield could hear it clearly.

Ordinary people were merely stunned by the sound of the bell, but the Shadow Guards whimpered, their blackness fading to reveal their pale and tormented original souls. The shepherd did not, as usual, collect these souls into the sheepskin bag, but continued to ring the bell until all the souls dissipated.

After his soul was liberated, the tragic Marquis was weakened once again. He no longer had the upper hand against Singrev, and could not even face the hammer's attack directly. His fragmented soul was once again bound together. He did not hear the shepherd's message to Rorschach, and naturally did not know of the shepherd's defection. He was filled with doubt and anger, and almost lost his mind.

A wild, arrogant shout came from the air from the red-robed Rorschach: "Marquis, surrender! They're all our men, what do you have to fight me with?"

"Your soul is about to be devoured by the shadows." The two Rorschachs flew onto the car one after the other, looking at the twisted Marquis, who was like a trapped beast, helplessly trying to attack all living things, yet unable to organize an effective attack.

Rorschach in his red robes controlled Venus to explode, turning it into sparkling powder. He gathered the powder in his hand, then leaned forward at his elbow to "sprinkle salt" on the Marquis.

"Ah—ah!" The Marquis let out a violent scream, but as his body was covered by a fine golden light, his body stopped twisting and returned to a normal human form—an old man covered in wounds and with loose flesh.

Once he lost his power, death was fast approaching.

"No, what are you doing?" the old man weakly accused. "I'm maintaining order in this evil land, allowing those scum of the kingdom's society to survive."

"As lord, I have done my duty to prevent the power of the Earth Mother and those evil gods like Is from invading the Shadowlands and then Storm City. Why? Can that short man do that? While I'm still alive, quickly return the power to me, or the Shadowlands will be in danger! Storm City will be in danger!"

Pirosha stepped closer to the old man: "My lord, you have done well; you are the very embodiment of the order of the Shadowlands. But precisely because of this, when we need to destroy the Shadowlands, we must destroy you, who are so deeply bound to it."

The Marquis seemed to have heard a joke: "Destroy the Shadow City? Heh, I see, I see." The dying old man was lifted up by several Rat Whisperers and placed at the shepherd's feet. The two sides seemed to be exchanging information.

The shepherd's hand brushed across the old man's body, helping him close his eyes. Both Rorschach's simultaneously felt that the Marquis, the longest-ruling ruler of the Shadowlands, had utterly lost his life.

Rorschach in his red robes beckoned to the bard Freddy: "See? Only the protagonist deserves to use words; the villain just dies from talking too much!"

Freddy hadn't expected the battle to end so easily. After hearing the Marquis's words, he had a new thought: "Hmm, Mr. Rorschach II, I don't think the Marquis is a villain strictly speaking. This was a war without justice."

Red-robed Rorschach grabbed his cane and whacked the poet on the head: "Have you gone mad from singing? Didn't you want the residents of Shadow City to one day return to the surface? Once we break the seal, everyone can come and go freely, and your dream will be realized! He will only be a stumbling block to our cause!"

Red-robed Luo Xia clenched his fist: "There's an old saying in the Far East: those who follow us will prosper, and those who oppose us will perish! There's also a saying: those who can recognize the trends of reality are the wise ones."

Freddie stepped back. He didn't know what ancient stories existed in the Far East, but the poet felt that Rorschach in the red robe was perhaps a bit too extreme.

The original Rorschach rubbed his temples, looking exasperated, and draped his arm over the shoulder of the red-robed Rorschach: "Let's hurry up and merge. I don't want to see my face or hear my voice anymore, you brat! How many cheesy jokes have you told since you appeared?"

"I am the main body! That is to say, the current me is the true nature of 'Rorschach'!" The red-robed Rorschach played with his cane.

"True nature? What's going on?" With the battle over, Caroline finally had time to investigate. Now, two Rorschach figures, identical in height, appearance, and voice, stood before her, but their demeanor and personalities were completely different, and both identified themselves and the other as Rorschach.

"It's a long story. First, we were in the ventricle, where the guardian was not an elven elder, but the phantom of a powerful ancient mage who claimed to be guarding the Shadowlands on the orders of the Lord of Order."

As he spoke, Pirosha spread out his vast domain, thoroughly collecting the last bit of the Lord of Order's power, which meant that the seal on the Shadow City would be completely broken.

Red-robed Rorschach continued, "That ancient mage is the supreme administrator of the Shadowlands. The marquises, earls, and black monks are merely agents of power, appointed by him."

The black monk shook his head: "Master Rorschach, you are mistaken. I am acting on the orders of the Lord of Order to collect and control the remnants of Is within the Shadowlands, purify them, and use them for my own purposes."

"Say whatever you want. The ancient mage has become a ghost-like thing, and he still has to work overtime for the Lord of Order. He's so tired that he's decided to just destroy his own workstation so he won't have to work anymore, never have to work again in his life!"

"The old mage wanted to blow the Shadow City to smithereens. He discovered that I, who was not bound by the power of the Lord of Order, was the key ingredient in the 'explosive,' which led to the plan we have been carrying out to this day."

Caroline managed to roughly understand the meaning from the otherworldly vocabulary of the red-robed Rorschach, and why there were two Rorschachs.

Rorschach in red continued, "That old man used a very powerful spell to split me in two, and then used the technology the elves left in the holy statue to temporarily make me two people again. He also passed on to me all the knowledge he had about the Shadowlands and a lot of magical knowledge."

The original Pirosha had completed the final recovery of power and continued, explaining: "The more reliable 'me' will take you, Master, away from the Holy Land, tour the Shadowlands to break the seal, and recover the power of the Lord of Order. The less reliable 'me'..."

"The optimistic and cheerful 'me' takes control of the whole situation inside the colossus, takes over the management authority handed over by the old man, and directs the poker-faced 'me' to destroy the necessary arrangements for the Shadow Land."

After speaking, the red-robed Rorschach slammed his staff on the ground, and the entire streetscape of the core area displayed illusory loops, with the core of the magic circle located beneath the "Royal Carriage." The original Rorschach examined the end of his staff with concern, while the red-robed Rorschach pouted, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

The special "explosive" magic arrays set up throughout the Shadow City are designed for the Shadow Lands, a joint creation of Red Robe Rorschach and the Wise Man Phantom.

Caroline was shocked. She frowned and accused Rorschach, "You...you actually allowed outsiders to tamper with your own souls!"

Both Rorschach exclaimed in unison, "Of course I don't want to! But that mage is too powerful, and he offered conditions I couldn't refuse. Since we can't resist, we might as well enjoy it!" The two Rorschach, who had indeed been greatly enhanced, reached a consensus on this issue.

The two simultaneously turned serious, their synchronization finally reaching 100%: "And now we are about to merge. From this moment on, Shadow City has completely lost its seal and protection; a true enemy is approaching!"

(End of this chapter)