Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Ronan casually drew his sword and chopped more than a dozen minotaurs, flesh and bones included.

*Sizzle.* Blood splattered three meters high, but not a single drop reached the group; it was blocked by the invisible wall.

"Let's go."

Ronan sheathed his sword, treating these minotaurs as a minor incident on his journey, and didn't take them seriously.

However, Leos was quite disappointed by this.

"Ah, are they all dead?"

He looked dejected; he hadn't even touched those heads yet.

Just as he was about to touch the corpse, Farin blushed and pulled him away, thinking to herself that it was too embarrassing; even if you like monsters, you can't do this.

Looks like I need to find my brother a girlfriend, otherwise...

While pondering, the group continued their descent.

Soon after, fog rolled in.

The magic was activated, but the fog did not dissipate, and visibility was almost zero.

Suddenly, Celia's voice rang in my ears:

"Ronan, are you there... are you there?"

The sound was like an echo.

Ronan immediately sensed something was amiss.

The X-ray vision was activated, and as expected.

"One, two, three, four, five... eight Celestes?"

What's going on?

"Who brought over the clones?"

Chapter 158, White Dragon Bone Soup, its medicinal effects are too strong; Eastern Dragon and Leviathan, a myth descends.

After a while, the fog dissipated, and Ronan looked at the several Celias in front of him and then at the several "himself," his expression somewhat helpless.

Not far away, several of them, including Marucci, Farin, Leos, Sensi, and others, were huddled together.

The voices of the crowd rose and fell, filling the underground space to capacity.

"Quiet."

Ronan grew impatient with the noise and raised his voice slightly.

He sat in a chair, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd:

"I already know the current situation. In short, a monster has transformed into our appearance and infiltrated the group."

"Mircyr, you've explored many labyrinths, do you know which monsters possess these characteristics?"

The seven Milciel looked at each other for a moment, pondered for a while, and then gave their answer.

—Only three types are known: the special shapeshifting slime, the succubus, and the shapeshifting monster.

Slimes and succubi can be ruled out, because the former can only mimic human actions, while the latter possesses alluring properties, making it difficult for both men and women to resist once they see them.

"...So it's a shapeshifter?"

Ronan spoke, glanced at the rest of himself, waved his hand, and all seven "Ronans" disappeared like phantoms.

Knowing it's a shapeshifting monster makes things easier; it would be more troublesome if it were one of those monsters that split themselves into multiple parts, since killing them is tantamount to killing yourself.

Milsilr was taken aback by what he saw:

"You put them..."

That's too decisive! She hadn't even finished speaking. What if she wasn't a monster?

Ronan waved his hand dismissively:

"It's alright, continue. Of the seven of you... no, of the five of you, which one is the real one?"

Looking around, two of the seven Milsiles present an extremely abstract state.

One of them has a unique art style, with a distinct JoJo style, featuring large shadows and lines on the face, giving it an eerie feel.

Another one was overly gloomy, as if his entire family had died.

Ronan killed them without hesitation, startling the other five.

Then it was learned that the transformation mechanism of the shapeshifting monster was based on the image in the memory of others.

"I see."

Ronan then understood why he and Celia had eight people, while the others only had seven.

"It seems that thanks to the mental protection, the monster did not read my and Celie's memories, which is a good thing."

"So, of these eight Celias, only one is real; the other seven are their memories of her..."

As Ronan pondered, he carefully observed the Celias in front of him and soon noticed that four of them were not right.

Naturally, these four were eliminated.

But the remaining three…

After a moment's hesitation, Ronan used Wind Spirit Moon Shadow.

moment.

A muffled groan sounded, and two of Celie's bodies began to twist before turning into smoke and disappearing.

The remaining one breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to Ronan's side, asking, "How did you find me?"

While the real Celia could also take down the others, it would be too boring.

This is a good opportunity to see what Ronan remembers about himself.

Fortunately, I didn't disappoint her.

Ronan thought for a moment and replied, "Because of a feeling."

He certainly wouldn't say that because the skill point allocation failed, Wind Spirit Moon Shadow can only affect real life forms.

Upon hearing this, Celia exhaled and a faint smile appeared on her face: "How do you feel?"

This answer is pretty good, I'd give it 99 points.

"Hey, seniors, your problem is solved, but what about ours?"

But just then, seeing Ronan and Celia chatting casually, seemingly oblivious to the danger, the others became anxious.

Even with sixteen fewer people, there were still more than thirty people present. When they started talking, they almost filled the underground passage, and the surrounding area buzzed.

Seeing this, Ronan interrupted:

"Quiet, one at a time, starting with Milsilr."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four people around Milsilr were instantly eliminated.

She was startled by this sudden action, her body trembled slightly, but then she breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that her senior had not made a mistake in choosing her.

But this is too accurate! Is it really possible to do it just by feeling?

She soon realized she was wrong; it wasn't about whether they felt they could do it, but whether they were capable of doing it.

Because every single person Ronan kills is a shapeshifter, his accuracy rate is 100%.

Even Marcus, who always loved to complain, was speechless at this moment, and a strange feeling rose in her heart.

With these strange thoughts in mind, the group set off again.

……

At the same time, on the other side of the maze.

puff.

Having already reached the seventh floor, Hissl crushed the blood-red eye in his hand, his palm trembling.

He recalled how Ronan and the others were unharmed, and for a moment he wondered if something had gone wrong with the shapeshifter.

How could it be so easily exposed?

"No, it's too fast."

Hissl's face was grim, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He immediately commanded the other monsters to step forward and try to block Ronan and the others' path.

We absolutely must not let them reach the eighth floor.

His home was there, and so was the sealed half of the winged lion.

The thought of the Winged Lion sent a chill down Hisl’s spine.

"Yes, I have to go back. We absolutely cannot let them find the Winged Lion."

In desperation, Hissl immediately had this idea; he knew he was no match for him.

Once defeated, the book will fall into their hands, and the labyrinth will change hands.

For Your Majesty's sake, such a thing must never happen.

Without hesitation, he flew to the eighth floor, intending to kill the werewolf as soon as he got the remaining books, and then devise a plan.

……

On the fifth floor of the maze, Lysion suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, feeling like someone was cursing him.

"This is such a hassle. I'm already seriously injured, and they still want me to work."

He muttered something under his breath, looking at the bandages wrapped all over his body, adjusting them as he sniffed the air.

Following the scent, they quickly found the passage leading to the sixth floor.

He took out the little elf, made contact with Mislen, and hung a painting on the wall at the same time.

After a short while, the scene gradually appeared on the previously blank painting. Then, the space connected, and Mislen stepped out and walked over.