Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The instinct of terror urges the mantises to make another leap to escape the monster, but falling into a new mirror world and watching another mirror demon emerge from the mirror makes the swarm feel as if it has fallen into an ice cellar.

"With each leap, I will create a new mirror world for you. You are indeed unique, but your mirror demon is not. Try your best to survive, this is the assignment from the scholar teacher."

Every Mantis is like this, chased by multiple versions of itself. They possess the same strength and the same skills, yet two fists cannot fight four hands; being torn apart by the Mirror Demon seems to be their only fate. Under this predicament, the Mantis evolves even more rapidly, but unfortunately, their own enhancements also appear on the Mirror Demon.

The patterns on the carapace were completely unrecognizable. The Mantis Queen tightened her arms to defend against the Mirror Demon's attack. Her far-sighted vision guided the swarm to evolve stronger defenses, which even she herself could not overcome. She entered a long tug-of-war with the Mirror Demon. Her tentacles broke off, but her broken mouthparts emitted a triumphant cry.

"Filthy lich, your scheme has been seen through! The mirror world is inescapable, and the mirror demon is indeed terrifying, but a true mirror will reflect everything that appears before it without reservation. The mirror world replicates the sky and the water, replicates us mantid, and will inevitably replicate you hiding in the shadows. Caster who maintains the mirror world, you are being besieged by countless versions of yourself."

"Our warp can create new mirror worlds, and the Swarm will hasten your demise!" Enduring attacks and constantly warping to new mirror worlds, the Swarm completely trusted the Queen to rapidly create their own mirror demons. They were confident that their constantly evolving forms, despite the attacks, would be far more likely to survive than the lich.

The situation unfolded exactly as the mantis had predicted.

Around Mr. Mirror, his own Mirror Demons are constantly emerging. Worse still, each of these clones possesses a power that Mr. Mirror's original self does not possess. This power is the power he once reflected in others he had copied; these abilities were preserved within the mirror and have now become the weapons of the Mirror Demons.

You shouldn't dabble in powers you can't control.

Apocalypse's voice echoed in Mirror's mind.

From within the Mirror Demons, a unique Mirror emerged, carrying a staff and wearing an ancient mask. His terrifying magic even suppressed the surrounding Mirror Demons.

"Teacher." No, that was a more powerful version of himself in Jing's imagination.

“I am better than you, Jing, you should entrust everything to me.”

Jing paused for a few seconds, then took out a glowing talisman.

"Although I wear the cloak of obedience and study in the classroom, I am not a good student."

The talisman activated, emanating the voice of law, and a halo enveloped the mirror. It was the law's gift—the talisman the outlaw had removed. It protected against curses, pursuit, arrows, and any consequences imposed by the terms of the contract.

The tracking by the Mirror Demon is certainly one of them.

The perpetrators created an untouchable and untrackable alternate dimension for the mirror, allowing it to evade the mirror demon.

The mirror demon surrounded the mirror, but could not attack it.

Until the Mirror Demon also took out the glittering talisman from his pocket.

"Those who break the law, strip the lawless of their privileges."

Mr. Mirror froze, and he was once again surrounded by the Mirror Demon after making the "bad student" remark.

“We cheat too, Mirror.”

Do you think you can deceive yourself?

Chapter 841 Adaptation and Transcendence

Talent, a skill, a trait, a gift.

This special power had long been noticed by the first Magic Research Society of Andre Academy. The scholar's initial definition of talent was: predetermined destiny. It was bestowed by the gods, affirmed by the gods, and imposed upon an individual by the gods. It dictated that you were more suited to be a farmer than a merchant, that you would benefit from doing this, while doing that would leave you penniless.

For spellcasters like the Scholar, talent is dispensable; the arrogance within a high-level spellcaster can lead to a negative view of this anchored fate.

Don't let your talent hold you back. This is the educational principle set by the scholar.

Every apprentice in the Magic Research Society awakens a talent. This is a task set for them by the scholar: to use their talent to dialectically understand themselves and thus better study magic.

Talent is destiny, naturally having both good and bad aspects. Some talents are beneficial to the growth of knowledge, while others are detrimental. Use what you can to make good use of it, and discard what hinders progress. Spellcasters are such people. The current magic research society not only preserves the ritual for awakening talent but also the ritual for sealing talent.

The mirror's gift is the mirror.

The attributes that can be analyzed by the Deep Analysis talent are [Void], [Lonely], and [Reversal].

This special talent can replicate and reflect any ability, but only the emptier the mirror, the more empty it is, can achieve the best effect. In other words, the president of the Magic Research Club, Mirror, must not develop any talents other than this one; he must maintain an empty mind in order to use the mirror's power.

To demand that he hesitate amidst countless magical possibilities, to reject endless possibilities, and to relinquish the freedom of exploration and research—this talent, for Morokui, is the most typical example of a bad talent.

His student, Jing, failed to recognize his own limitations and refused to relinquish his destiny of chasing after others, which left the scholar somewhat disappointed. Jing's talent was indeed formidable, but compared to his student's future, the scholar recommended that Jing perform the sealing ritual.

The outcome was already known, and Jing submitted to fate.

"I'm destined to achieve nothing in my studies, to make no contribution to my research field. Laugh at my cowardice all you want..."

"Because my talent is truly extraordinary."

Forced to confront his own Mirror Demon, Mr. Mirror sighed, and his aura became dangerous.

"I hate the pathetic sight of someone fighting desperately. As a spellcaster, one should be as elegant as a nobleman. Isn't it more convenient to achieve strategic goals and easily step out of the game than to fight to the very end and win by a narrow escape?"

The Mirror Demon pounced like a wild beast, setting up mirror images and dodging in the encirclement. Its clothes were torn apart by the attack, revealing the lich's bare white bones. The Mirror Demon couldn't help but curse loudly.

"A bunch of idiots, trying to replace me? Can't you even use my brain to think properly? My essence is a mirror, emptiness. Even if you replace my existence, your desire to replace the original will never be satisfied, because my nature is the same as yours—merely reflecting the image of others. Tsk, the spirit of yielding to desire and slacking off, isn't that just like me!"

"The mirror world is maintained by my magic. When I am exhausted, you derivatives will also disappear. Before you kill and replace me, the rule that maintains your existence is to disappear on your own. Do you think I would allow a group of destroyers to exist in my mirror world? Because you mirror demons will always be under my control."

Unable to communicate with his own mirror demon, perhaps due to the oppressive force of despair, or simply to vent his rage. Faced with the full force of countless mirror demons' attacks, the mirror shattered its own surface, allowing the reflected attacks to cover all the mantises. He ultimately used the power of his mirror demon to achieve the effect of killing insects, though the attacks were reflected, he still had to withstand an equal amount of damage.

The mirror world shattered, and a rain of mantid carcasses rained down, piling up into a small mountain of insect legs on the black mud. The rescue team that had been outside the mirror world had long since completed their work and left; the scene was deserted, and the corpses of the swarm spoke of the carnage of another world.

Finally, a crystal skull fell to the top of the insect leg hill. Inside the skull was a faint spiritual flame. Mirror activated its only movable mouth and began to chatter.

"Even with all my strength, I still couldn't defeat someone who uses tricks. But with this battle experience, I should be able to break through to the eighth level. Not being able to study for advancement is still a bit of a hassle. But with this mindset, I probably won't achieve anything significant."

The skull was still muttering, because the view from where it fell was fixed to the sky, and it couldn't see the body emerging from the black mud, the familiar tentacles, the humanoid body, or the curved blades on its arms.

The mantis climbed up its companion's hill and picked up the mirror's skull.

"...You, this many are left?"

The mantis holding the mirror began to transform, its joints becoming thicker, and a bulge appeared in the center of its antennae, resembling a small crown. This was because the swarm network had changed its server location, and she had become the new queen.

"The Morokui have been avoiding war with our people. Apart from the desperate journey, our race, with no natural enemies, has been multiplying and expanding. I guess you have no concept of numbers, so let me tell you, the vanguard you defeated was only one-tenth of our entire race."

The black mud began to tremble, and mantis demons emerged from it, their wings beating so loudly they sounded like a sudden downpour.

"Your attack has caused the entire race to evolve beyond what it has ever done before. This is the work of Moroki. In this respect, the Mantid should thank you. I will keep your skull with me as a trophy of my race's prosperity."

With only the skull remaining, Mr. Mirror asked after the swarm's cheers subsided, "So now, the swarm has mobilized its entire army, hasn't it?"

The Mantis Queen made no attempt to hide it.

"The reason for sending out the vanguard is that our original kin had not yet evolved. Now that they have gained the ability to leap and evolve through battle, my people will mobilize all their strength to support the Creator in completing the world reset." The evolved Mantid now had confidence that they no longer needed to hide, so they came out in full force.

"Now is the time for us to complete our mission, my soldiers! Tear the blasphemers to shreds!"

Encouraged by the Queen, the Mantis cheered. Before the swarm could issue further marching orders, Mirror's skull made a noise, attracting the Queen's attention.

"Your Majesty, perhaps we have a small misunderstanding..."

"It's too late to beg for mercy now."

"It's not a plea for mercy, but about your calling me 'Moroki's masterpiece.' While I'm pleased to receive your praise, I actually feel unworthy of it. We, the former students, have never been able to reach a consensus on who the scholar teacher's best student is. I believe a spellcaster should possess both wisdom and strategy; some believe it's the depth of research, others the level of power..."

The mantis was confused.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Jing chuckled, a pale spiritual fire burning coldly in his empty eye sockets.

“A self-proclaimed ‘surpassing Moroki’ has arrived. I would like to ask Your Majesty to give an objective assessment from an outsider’s perspective, ah, based on the casualty rate of your people.”

"Okay, I'm off."

"I volunteer to join the Miracle Pirates."

The Mirror's skull suddenly disappeared, and the Mantis sensed something. Through its field of vision, it saw a ship floating on black mud, with tattered canvas, a broken hull, ghosts moving on the deck, and a group of liches wearing pirate hats shouting and dancing.

She saw Mirror's skull being thrown into the octopus tank, and saw the lich happily blowing kisses in her direction.

"The crew belongs to a ghost ship!"

Farewell, Mantis.

The mantis had no time to deal with those damned pirates, because a terrible force was descending from the sky: destruction, apocalypse, a meteorite engulfed in flames was falling from the heavens.

"Unable to warp, Your Majesty!"

Explosions and destruction erupted, waves of light and heat crashing through the swarm. Their bodies evolved, yet those who dared approach were pulverized. Torn apart by flames, this moment became an eternal nightmare within the Zerg network.

A straight, dark green beam of light shot into the sky, forming yet another barrier.

Standing atop the hill, the swarm of insects watched the rising smoke from the deep pit. The horrific casualties instilled in them a sense of awe and fear.

"Impossible! The Lord's Canopy is supposed to suppress Cataclysmic spells. You... are Morokui's handiwork?"

Apocalypse stepped out of the smoke, inscriptions appeared on his hideous armor, and overflowing soul flames surged from his eye sockets and armor.

"I?"

"I am your doomsday."

Chapter 842 The Salvation Society Gets to Work

"Boss, the launcher has been aimed at the general area. Next, we need to lock on. Which coordinates should we choose?"

Beneath the dark, leaning iron tower, connecting pipelines, Mr. Electromagnetic and Mr. Laser are adjusting the launch terminal. The energy generated by annihilation is charging the launcher. Both professors and apprentices of the Advanced Magic Research Society are gathered here.

Apocalypse looked at the launcher; the enormous device that pierced the sky was just like him, brimming with power.

"The magic of the tracking mirror locked onto the coordinates of his last disappearance."

"Locked on friendly forces?"

"There will be no friendly forces around him."

After hearing Apocalypse's reply, Electromagnetic pondered for a few seconds. His thoughts jumped back to the scene he had seen in the Advanced Magic Research Society, and he suddenly turned his head towards President Apocalypse.

"Mirror is using us."

The unchanging nature of Apocalypse made Electromagnetism realize that there was a strange tacit understanding between the two presidents.

"No one can influence the words and actions of the Advanced Magic Research Society. He just played a clown and performed an unnecessary act."

On the other side.

Boldly, the apprentice of Professor Horror, a memeology professor at the Advanced Magic Research Society, is conveying the plan to his teacher. Professor Horror is still huddled in his metal suitcase, his skull surrounded by twisted joints, his two trembling hands gently resting on his apprentice's fingertips.

"Don't be afraid, teacher. President Apocalypse's plan is not difficult. It's just to use a railgun to quickly project the professors of the Advanced Magic Research Society onto the battlefield. The aftershocks of your landing can also be used as devastating weapons to strike the enemy. After that, you can just improvise. Professor Stasis will set up a stasis barrier on-site. In theory, you can release your power to your heart's content without causing any destructive impact on the external environment."