Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

The dried heads hit the barrier made of mist, making a ping-pong sound.

Bishop Miller also hid in the barrier opened by the cultists. The violent zombies who had lost their targets followed some guidance and attacked several Punishers, stretching the battle line between the two sides a little further.

The man in the mirror hiding in the mirror world, looks up to the top of his head. On the left is a complete mirror, which seems to be covered with thick dust, making it difficult to see clearly. One can only vaguely guess that it is a telegraph office. There seems to be a fuzzy sound and shadow constantly wiping it. Looking inside curiously, on the right is a world of scattered lenses.

Chapter 297: The Mystic Masters Are the Most Brutal in Their Fights

The person in the mirror waved his hand, and the projection of the lens connected to the six headless zombies disappeared. The projection of the lens connected to more than a dozen dried heads hovered and formed a small mirror covered with cracks.

The small mirror on the right is attached to a corner of the full mirror on the left.

The supernatural power was removed, and the area where the two mirrors overlapped, which was originally stained with thick dirt, began to become clear.

"I finally cleaned it up."

A somewhat delighted female voice sounded, and a dark red eyeball looked curiously towards the other side of the mirror.

The dozen or so flying heads that kept crashing into the fog defense layer froze for a moment. The dark red light in their eyes was like lanterns in the dark night. The power of the dozen or so flying heads seemed to be connected together at this time.

boom!

With just one impact, a hole was smashed in the originally solid fog barrier, and the monsters rushed in and started eating.

"what!"

"Help!"

"Monster! Monster! Don't eat me!"

Screams rang out from the bloody sacrificial ceremony.

The thick blood soaked the ground. A Sequence 6 Wind-loving One and a large group of cultists who believed in the God of Weather all became sacrifices to the false God of Weather at this moment.

On the other side of the mountain top, the members of the Mandated Punisher team who were fighting against six steel zombies felt a chill in their hearts when they heard the shrill screams and the sounds of flesh being torn and gnawing.

The world in the mirror, the person in the mirror hiding in the reflective world opened up in the mirror is now staring at the huge mirror hanging above his head without blinking. Since it connected the two mirrors in two different places together, even if it did not actively open the portal connecting the two, the dark red rust spots were still quickly eating away the gray-black dirt.

If the dark red rust is allowed to continue to erode, soon the area covered by the small mirror will not be able to block the sight of the dark red eyeball, and the other party will be able to see the person in the mirror hidden under the mirror.

"Great God of Weather, I ask for your attention and favor. I use these corpses as sacrifices and ask you to use your power to destroy these terrible monsters."

On the bloody altar, a few cultists who were lucky enough to survive looked at their companions who had died tragically, the blood and corpses on the ground, and the invincible horrible monsters. In despair and fear, they chose to pray to the only being who could possibly save them, the God of Weather.

Sudden changes, a familiar smell, a large number of high-quality sacrifices, the death of many cultists who had believed in him for hundreds of years, the fall of the Storm Bishop who had been bewitched by him, the vague uneasiness and spiritual warnings, the God of Weather cast his gaze, and thick fog with the power of angels completely enveloped the entire altar.

The ground was burning with raging flames like lava erupting, burning all the polluted dry skulls on the altar. Only a few mirrors with faint light and rust on them fell out of the burnt skulls and became the main targets of several fire snakes.

In the mirror world, in the reflection world opened up by the man in the mirror, the man in the mirror can already see large black cracks on the mirror surface corroded by red rust. This deep crack seems to be the white of the dark red eyeball. At this time, this dark red eyeball is turning around along the crack as if trying to find the hiding man in the mirror from the reflection world.

Suddenly, the dark red eyes that had originally focused on the reflected world blinked, and looked again at the place where the two mirrors were connected and covered each other, followed by a female voice that seemed to be filled with surprise.

"I, finally, found you."

The person in the mirror, whose body was pressed tightly against the broken mirror surface composed of pieces of mirror fragments, inexplicably felt a bone-chilling chill in his heart.

All the supernatural powers on the entire mirror have been eliminated by the other party. Even if someone is hiding in another small mirror covering the mirror, the attempt to attract the other party's attention by using another place connected to the small mirror has been discovered.

The man in the mirror rushed in without hesitation before the bloody rust corroded the last piece of the broken mirror. He passed through the mirror, opened an illusory portal, and appeared in the altar where flames were burning.

Crackling!

After the power of the God of Weather sensed the man in the mirror who was hiding in the dark and causing trouble, a fierce flame swept over and even set off waves of explosive air.

The rich dark red color of the last undestroyed lens that the person in the mirror had kept secret under his black robe began to spread along his palm, projecting an extremely terrifying gaze from it.

Whoosh!

The flames ignited the black robe of the man in the mirror, and he appeared like a flash of light in the center of the altar, above the statue of the God of Weather. The palm of his right hand was firmly attached to the lens that could not be shaken off, and it was aimed at the statue of the God of Weather. The black robe turned into ashes under the most intense and fierce flames. The faceless figure of the man in the mirror suddenly became illusory, turning into one illusory door after another, connecting the dark red mirror and the statue emitting an evil aura.

The horror from the telegraph office in the lens world passes through countless illusory portals, one after another, layer upon layer, formed by the man in the mirror, and meets the weather god who is closely focusing on this place through the altar.

"It's not you!"

"It's not you!"

"It's not you!"

The woman's sharp and piercing scream, which seemed to be able to pierce a person's eardrum, directly shattered the dark red mirror.

The statue of the God of Weather also exploded into pieces after leaving behind a few drops of dark red blood.

...

Klein, who was standing on the street outside the telegraph office and watching Captain Ireland knock on the door, suddenly shuddered for no reason.

He had no place to find a bathroom and could only take out a gold coin and whispered:

"You'll be in danger later."

Ding!

The gold coin flew up, then turned downward and landed in Klein's palm, head down.

This means no!

Ireland took a few quick steps, came to the door of the telegraph office, raised his hand and knocked three times.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"Excuse me..."

The dull voice echoed, but no one responded. Instead, there was a harsh sound of a mirror breaking, followed by a series of complaints from women:

"It's not you!"

"It's not you!"

"It's not you!"

Captain Ireland saw this strange scene and turned to look at Klein.

Klein frowned and took a few steps forward and shouted:

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, we can't find your colleague named Pavo Court."

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

Klein took a few steps back after hearing the voice, because the person speaking was a man!

Ellan was also a little strange:

"I want to send a telegram."

"Who are you? I remember the person on duty who just spoke was a lady."

The man inside replied calmly:

"I'm Pavo Court, Melanie's colleague.

"She's right here, next to me. She's fine."

"She just accidentally broke a mirror."

As soon as Pavo Court finished speaking, the female voice from before spoke up:

“Yes, I’m fine.

"You don't need to. Pay attention. Pavo Court is back."

My friend, isn't it your custom not to answer or open the door? How did Pavo Court get in? Klein resisted the urge to question.

Ellan took a step back and cleared his throat:

"I want to send a telegram to the Storm Church headquarters."

"I'm sorry, we can't open the door." Pavo Court responded without any emotion.

Ellan also felt the weirdness, and didn't dare to force it, so he took the initiative to offer an alternative plan:

“Can you please send it for me and give me the manuscript through the crack of the door?

"The content is about the incident at Bansy Harbor, the death of Bishop Miller and Pastor Jace, and the signature is Ellan."

"Okay." Melanie's voice faded away, as if she had returned to the telegraph machine.

After waiting for a while, a ticking sound was heard from inside, and not long after, a telegram draft stretched out from the gap under the door.

Ellan bent down to pick it up, resisting the urge to peek inside through the gap.

He glanced at the telegram draft, his nose suddenly twitched, and he smelled a faint smell of blood from the paper!

"Excuse me, we still have a colleague who hasn't come back yet."

"Can you help find it?"

Upon hearing this, Ellan quickly turned his head and looked at Gehrman Sparrow, signaling with his eyes that there was a problem in the telegraph office.

However, what responded to him was a deep, introverted, calm gaze and a calm and indifferent sentence:

"Back to the ship."

After saying this, Klein turned around and walked to the end of the street.

Seeing this, Ellan quickly apologized and said:

"I'm sorry, we're busy, so I'm afraid we can't help you."

"It's okay. If you encounter it, please help us urge it to come back quickly."

Melanie's voice was so close that it seemed as if there was only a door between her and Ireland.

"If we meet him, we will help you pass the message."

Ellan pretended to agree while slowly backing away.

"Thank you, it is, Faceless Man."

Melanie seemed to be recalling the other person's appearance and described it as intuitively as possible.

Klein heard a strange voice coming from behind him. When he heard the three words "Faceless Man", his face twitched and he stumbled unconsciously. Then he quickened his pace and without looking back, his figure quickly merged into the thin mist.

Danitz, holding the broken lantern, immediately followed without hesitation, and Donna and the others did the same.

Ireland did not hesitate to catch up with the main force with the telegram draft.

No more sound came out of the telegraph office, it was unusually quiet.

......

Bansi Port.

As time passed, the mountains on the shore once again lit up with the light of a thunderstorm.

Silvery and violent lightning raged there, then gradually subsided.

The six steel zombies that had lost control seemed to have sensed something and abandoned the tough team of Punishers and rushed down the mountain.

In order to protect the residents and towns at the foot of the mountain, the Punishers had to kill six undead creatures first before returning to the top of the mountain.

Then they saw the top of the mountain, which was in ruins after being ravaged by flames.

One of the Punishers came to an extremely absurd conclusion through divination and other means.

"These pagans split among themselves, and they stood on the altar and sacrificed each other's lives, and then they all died here."

“Are these people mentally ill?”

"Who knows? Cult members are generally not normal, like the crazy people in the Aurora Society."

The members of the Punisher Squad were cleaning up the battlefield while complaining about these lunatics who worshipped bloody sacrifices.

Outside the waters of Binxi, a gray seagull carrying a black bag was flying rapidly towards a certain sea area.

The seagull finally dived into the sea and found a silver-haired young man walking freely underwater.

"I can breathe underwater, you want to dive with me?"

Lin Nuo appeared above the sea with the seagull and stood steadily on the water.

He was just developing some spell-like effects such as underwater breathing and free movement underwater.

What is most abundant on the sea is the low- and middle-sequence extraordinary people of various sailor paths. Lin Nuo copied whatever he could, and after copying it, he tried to construct and build a set of similar spell models based on the corresponding symbols, patterns and logos recorded. If he encountered something that he could not copy, he would try to build it by himself.

When he was a juggler, he could develop all kinds of strange and relatively fancy but less powerful spells and spell-like abilities. What's more, Lin Nuo was already a secret mage now?

The secret mage is a real mage, not a trickster like the trickster.