The strong wind whipped his clothes against his cheeks, and he heard his voice break. Silvanus had already fled the battlefield. Without the huge battering ram in mid-air, he wouldn't even be able to find the messenger's location. Through the mist, he could almost see the outline of the red wall.
However, the distance of half a city could not stop the White Envoy. The mysterious runes of the Star Gap unfold above the head, and the young man only needs to stretch out his hand to pinch himself in the palm of his hand across the distance of several miles...Sylvanus will not let him succeed. His work is not done yet, and Lametta's role has not yet been fulfilled.
"The stars of the Tower of Sky will soon be obscured by the thick fog of San Carlos." He knew that the White Envoy could hear him, so the curse became difficult:
"Those who bear the light will forever be cast as shadows in the future."
The turbulent waves of magic suddenly stopped.
The answer to his inner prayer was not a miracle, but a plan that had already been prepared. Silvanus raised his arm high, and the magic pattern was reflected in the round mirror in his palm, and bizarre scenes flowed through it instantly. Colorful mist pours out of the soft, watery surface of the mirror and pounces on the brilliant golden door in mid-air. "I am your bait, sir." He spat out these words.
The ladder failed to open, it was forced to freeze in mid-air, and the runes couldn't help but tremble. The hammer of ice and snow in the distance plummeted to the ground, splashing into a fountain-like wave of earth.
It's hard to imagine that anyone could resist its attack just now. "I wish you were alive, Ms. Lametta." He said with appropriate sympathy.
At this time, the mist peeking out of the mirror turned into a shining ribbon, tightly binding the magic pattern of the Star Gap. However, it was too early to celebrate success, and its arrogant tenacity angered the matrix array. An indescribable vast mystery shuttled from the sky. The stars above the city of fog shone like thousands of suns reflecting each other. The Milky Way poured out blazing light, cutting the dense fog of San Carlos into pieces.
Sylvanus raised his eyebrows. At the same time, the masked lady broke through the fallen bricks from the tower, and the silver storm turned into a tornado, suddenly surrounding the White Envoy.
The seesaw balance was shaken. The White Envoy was forced to land, using the chute and thin ice to ease the constraints of gravity. He was lost in the twisted airflow, but the spreading snow showed his anger, and the tornado was almost frozen. The frozen blue house looked like a dream under the starlight, and collapsed and dismembered in the mysterious collision.
Sylvanus did not dare to move. He tried to follow the runes above his head with his eyes, but was forced to close his eyes under the bright light. If his little tricks fail to affect the White Envoy, then the star gap will undoubtedly open in the next second, and the ensuing blizzard will completely engulf him.
Fortunately, Otto did not support his followers without any bottom line. Lametta's boost overwhelms the final balance, and the moist tornado takes on a flowing metallic color in the starlight, returning to its manic nature. The magic pattern on the ladder faded and disappeared, and the mist flooded into the battlefield again. The suppression of mystery relaxed, and he couldn't help but gasp. "The poison will work on him?" Sylvanus was very doubtful of Lametta's guarantee, because mystery was everything.
The masked lady talked to him through a glass window, and was very dissatisfied when she heard what she said: "I can't beat him, not because of his mystery. If the Stormsinger comes in person, I won't even agree to cooperate with you. If it were replaced by Iron, Eye Larsen is even more relaxed. The difference between sky realm professions is quite huge, and the qualitative change of mystery and fire is still too early for you."
"Only Shadowspell Warlocks are good at using poison."
"So I am not a wizard of the school. Do you believe what Bai Zhizhi says? It is normal for his judgment to be biased. As far as I know, Bai Zhizhi has never been known for his profound knowledge."
"then who are you?"
"Does it matter?"
That's right, not at all. He shouldn't bother with this issue. They each get what they need. "I can feel that the resistance of the nobles has weakened." But he had to see the specific situation in person. "There are no shortage of mirrors around, and he himself will create slippery surfaces unintentionally. If you concentrate, there will be time left."
It is almost impossible to prevent the White Envoy from affecting the battle situation. Sylvanus only found a possible way out after the incident of the Broken Moon God descending. He has Bishop Daniel Edgar of the Council of Light to thank for pointing him in the right direction with the Rite of the Broken Moon. By finding a magical item of greater mystery, he can briefly disrupt his enemy's spells.
It doesn't take much effort to find something, the hard part is how to use it. Sylvanus's dark sorcery comes from his ally Lameta, but every battle in San Carlos is guided by him. Eventually he was able to advise his high-ranking ally on San Carlos. "Although Chloe's astrologers and messengers have different responsibilities, they have something in common." He pointed out that the Star Gap could achieve its purpose, and the masked woman no longer expressed dissatisfaction with his instructions. Maybe she recognized that my abilities were not limited to producing puppets and leading my minions to cause chaos.
At this moment, Sylvanus's biggest trouble, the White Emissary of the Tower, has been trapped in the mirror's witchcraft by his own ladder magic. Ms. Lametta will do her best to stretch the mirror's surface while confusing the other person's senses with toxins. He planned to give the mysterious item to LaMetta, but in the end he hesitated: "Maybe I should throw this thing away where no one can find it."
"Because there are a lot of mirrors here?" The round mirror can affect the moment ladder, but the key to its success lies in interfering with the mystery that the messenger does not really grasp, so that the magic power invades itself. He told Lametta about his idea, and she immediately perfected a plan to confuse the landing point of the ladder into the mirror. "You know, we can't trap him for long. If you have this time to waste, you might as well command your little gang to capture one more tower."
"That makes sense." He threw the round mirror to the masked woman, "Only beautiful ladies need this."
Behind them, the battle between wind and cold reached a climax, and the cold current broke through the fog again.
The mount whined at his feet, and Sylvanus checked its condition and saw that he had lost a good horse. "You will stand in that park in good health and enjoy people's admiration." The leader promised. At the same time, he swung his sword blade and penetrated the gap in the plate armor. The mount was back on its feet after a few seconds, neighing at him.
"Do you have to be so serious about a horse?" the masked lady asked. "Or is it your last act of mercy to only injure him but not kill him?" She could see that the horse had become a puppet.
All. "Ritual is important, but my mercy is extended only to my fellow men." Sylvanus mounted his horse. Using witchcraft to control a mount was more convenient than whips and spurs, and he decided to do so in the future. "I hope you can hold on longer, madam." He warned again and again.
"It may not take longer than you expected. In fact, I feel that he is about to break free. The mirror world cannot bear his existence, and creating more phantoms is too energy-consuming." Although all Lametta has to do is to let Bai Zhi use She is spinning in circles, but it also costs her magic power to fill the world in the mirror.
Her urging was no exaggeration. Sylvanus could feel the temperature drop as he climbed the red wall. Not even the flames of war can dispel the coldness. The gate has been breached, and the rebels' losses can be stacked up into ladders to allow people to climb the high walls. These are the brothers who gave their lives to liberate San Carlos, he thought to himself, I have to remember their names. A good horse has a park, so he decided to use the mansion of Derrida, the director of the Public Security Bureau, to place a monument to the victims. The Salif family temple was filled with stone carvings of ancestors, the uncle claimed, and there was no room for a prostitute. In this case, he just took the opportunity to expand the space, and now he can fit several times more tombstones.
The resistance of the nobles is not worth mentioning, but the private soldiers are disorganized and the slaves rely on sticks, so sooner or later they will fail. Silvanus had no doubt that some people took advantage of the chaos to escape, and even burned, killed and looted. But that was just the simplest desire, and he felt there was nothing to blame. The puppets created by witchcraft massacred the sheriff and the city garrison, while the mortals and the mercenary squad were busy searching for the wealth in the palace. A large number of nobles dragged their families through the staircase, hoping to escape the nightmare of war.
If he had been left to govern, San Carlos would never have been like this. The people and the rulers live in peace because they are one. No one will raise the flag of rebellion, and the fog and prejudice will stay away from the city. The gods have given him a mission to carry out justice, and a new order will be established among the ruins and the sun.
Under Tobais' careful attention, Sheriff Derrida failed to escape. He stood by the damaged shuttle station with a livid face, ignoring the obstruction of the patrol police around him and yelling at Sylvanus: "Is this everything you want? You want revenge on me? Now you get what you want!"
The leader didn't even face him. "This is just the beginning, Uncle Derrida." He knew that the other party would not agree with his point of view. "Revenge is only a means, not an end. You need a long-term perspective, and don't always focus on the territory under your feet."
"Even if it's revenge, you can't cooperate with the devil! Look what those madmen did, you can't control them!"
Such accusations hurt no more than the gentle breeze. Even in Sylvanus's eyes, the Nameless Ones who used the power of demons to kill wantonly were indeed a bit too ferocious and crazy. "I firmly believe that their souls belong to themselves." He told this uncle who watched him grow up, "Same as me."
Derrida seems stunned by his declaration. "You cannot win, the demon hunters will destroy your lair."
"What a mistake, Derek, the rusty demon hunter has fallen prey to demons. They curse you in hell for letting the demons grow beyond the red walls, for letting the seven-pointed star gather dust in the corner. New There are no more demon hunters in San Carlos."
The powerful director shook his head in despair. "I have nothing left. It doesn't matter if you want my life... Anyway, I only have one life left. Take it and give me a painless death for the sake of our common surname."
