Kaampang jumped off the chair and fumbled for the buckle of the mirror with his hands on his chest. In the eyes of Silvanus, although he has no mystery at all, he is more vigilant than Ivan.
The mortal quickly found his target. There was a peaceful smile on his face, as if he was getting what he wanted, but also as if he was mocking himself. "The justice I want is for you to go to hell with me, you damn liar." He cursed and took off the goggles from his chest. It's just a piece of glass. Kaampang grabbed it and smashed it on the table.
Something seemed to break, which made the leader feel uneasy. But he didn't have time to do anything.
In an instant, Sylvanus heard overlapping whispers in his ears. The dead filled the hall, and he saw their blue faces and green eyes, the floating black mist, and realized that death had been lingering here. They cursed him, they hated him. These people cried out for justice to save them, but he pushed them into the abyss. Countless ghosts floated and tore at his body.
Could it be that there are necromancers among demons? Silvanus threw away Ivan and uttered the magic spell of witchcraft: "As a puppet, my heart is as solid as stone."
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The magic warrior jumped in from the window and grabbed the mortal by the throat. Ka'ampang seemed to be struggling in pain, and then lost his voice. The souls of the dead disappeared into thin air. More warriors poured into the hall with mist. Demon Ivan saw that the situation was not good, and his figure immediately flickered and disappeared.
But the hall where the city lord Anhar entertained guests was so vast that he could not leave directly. So the agile puppets caught him and brought him to the leader. Sylvanus observed the fear and fearlessness on his face, and it was difficult to imagine that these two expressions could appear on the same face at the same moment. "I do value your strength." The leader said, "But if this attention gives you the illusion that you are the only one who can do it, then I deeply regret it." Even the demons of the first level are still inferior to those of the higher level. There are no mysterious professions available. To deal with the demon, I don't need Lametta's help at all.
"You betrayed us..." Ivan struggled to say.
This is not a betrayal. He allowed Tobais to murder Rasputin just to support his subordinates who restrained the devil. In fact, as long as Ivan and his brothers are around, the bandit leader cannot monopolize power. Sylvanus had stated that he would choose to join the more powerful secret society if the Tower took a hard line, but that was only a worst-case scenario. He didn't want to see that scene even more than Chloe did.
At this time, a terrifying mysterious oppression rose from the outer city, the silk curtain was blown to pieces by the strong wind, and the mist in the sky suddenly sank, covering the dome of the clock tower. The drop in temperature was alarming, and even the flames burning on the ruins suddenly shrank. Even mortals can sense its power, and they tremble at it. Ivan the Unknown felt the deepest feeling. His whole body stiffened and he could no longer struggle. The leader knows that the final level is coming, but now it is the entire San Carlos that faces the wrath of the White Envoy, and he does not need to worry...
...if he could just deal with the trouble at hand. He really wanted to talk about these things later, but a strange feeling filled his heart and gradually turned into anxiety.
"Look, I don't know what the new leader of the Demon Squad will think of my order." Sylvanus told him, "I'm giving you one last chance, Adeon. To lead your brothers in the fight for justice. Or will you be tempted by evil and fall to the end?”
"...I would rather...go back to the past..."
Silvanus' witchcraft wrapped around Ivan's neck, and black lines penetrated the back of his head. Derrida and Anhal watched in horror as the demon stood up again and stood silently next to their leader. His cloak blends into the puppet warriors of the banquet hall.
"Another jester," he commented.
The nobles remained silent and did not dare to make a sound. They were actually half-mysterious creatures, but none of them had a profession that could resist witchcraft, so they could only watch helplessly as the puppets removed the glass and stood on the table.
"He's coming." A tired female voice came out from between the glass, Lametta flew out of the transparent mirror, her long hair and skirt were covered with white frost. "Did you quarrel with your friend?" She saw through Ivan's state at a glance.
"He killed Tobais because Nightingale murdered Rasputin." Sylvanus sighed, "I can only do this, it is just." His eyes stayed on the two nobles for a moment. They were indeed quieter than the stone statues outside the door.
The masked lady was silent for a few seconds. "Our alliance still stands, Sylvanus."
All he wanted was this sentence. "It is right to think about defeat before fighting, but our goal is complete victory. We must also think about things for the better... The reason why the White Envoy came to intercept us shows that he does not want to see San Carlos fall completely."
"You misunderstood me, but that's not important." Lametta shook his head, "You knew this early on that I am no match for the White Envoy. Now that I'm injured again, maybe I can only take you to escape in the end."
"Is the injury serious?"
"It's that mirror. Don't forget, the magic you use it with comes from me."
"Where did that thing come from?" Sylvanus complained. "Good thing I'll only use it once."
The masked lady glanced at him. "Everyone can say nice things, but your level is outstanding. Have you found that person?"
If her subordinate was Tobais, he would understand my benefits. "Croita has not sent anyone else here," the leader said. "Anhal Edin requested rescue from the Affairs Department, but the other party refused. There is a commander here, and the tower will not wait until the White Envoy takes the initiative to ask for help. Any help you can give San Carlos.”
"Well, I guess your chances are slim."
Sylvanus couldn't deny her comments. "At least I can still have a few seconds to appreciate my city." After experiencing the mirror trap, the messenger would not use the Star Gap to take his life. "I just want a chance to negotiate with him, kind sir." He hoped that Lametta could entangle the other party the moment the messenger arrived.
"You'd better not have too high expectations." The masked lady told him, "I thought that the White Envoy would be in poor condition because of the God's descent incident, but he didn't show it at all. What's more, in anger, you asked him Probably not." She swallowed back the second half of the sentence. "No, something's wrong, what is he doing?" Even through the fiery red feather mask, the leader noticed that her face looked ugly.
Sylvanus looked up. It seemed that some kind of celestial phenomenon was coming, and he suddenly remembered the occasional clear sky in the Fog City. The witchcraft puppets lost control one after another under the mysterious waves and fell to the ground awkwardly. At this time, Silvanus was shocked to realize that he had forgotten that there was still a supply of magic power.
It snowed heavily in San Carlos.
He went to the window to look around and saw snowflakes everywhere. Only then did he realize that it had been snowing for a while. The street opposite seemed to have been erased from the white paper with an eraser, and even the outline lines were completely missing. After a frightening whiteness, the rugged ruins of charred wood were gradually buried. The snowflakes are not falling, they are falling. The leader watched as ice picks hung from the trees and the crooked wooden buildings collapsed under the weight of the snow.
"It never snows heavily in San Carlos," Derrida said shivering.
He was not wrong. San Carlos is a city of fog, and the frosty moon is also shrouded in thick fog that never sees the light of day. Due to its location closer to the north than Brumnot, the climate here is the hottest, and even the Frost Moon is the shortest on the Sky Island. If you want to see heavy snow in San Carlos, unless the thick fog is frozen into crystals by the cold wind. Otherwise, there will only be foggy and humid foggy days, sultry foggy days, and cold foggy days. This was the city in which Sylvanus lived and grew up, and he intended to change it as much as the people who lived in it. City of Fog is not a compliment. Fog symbolizes disaster. He cherishes this stubborn idea until one day he can control the fog with witchcraft.
Now, it's no longer smog that's plaguing San Carlos. The snow was falling heavily, which was the first time the leader had seen it in his life, and it gave him a premonition of something uneasy.
But Lametta has seen such disasters before. "It's the White Envoy." Ice crystals formed from her breath fell in the air, "He made it snow in the city. Damn it, this can't be true."
"Let it snow in the city?" Sylvanus couldn't imagine. He is a dark wizard, but he has no knowledge to tell him how to make mysterious phenomena manifest throughout the city.
"In Wenivaz, the White Envoy did something similar. This is a magic. But I don't think it belongs to the Sky Realm." The Law Witch concluded. "Just like your mirror. He must have used some kind of forbidden mystery... His mystery has always been controversial. My brothers think he may be a dark wizard from the Sky Realm, so he can use magic beyond the ordinary."
Sylvanus saw the round mirror in the masked lady's hand, which was completely shattered. If the White Envoy really has some kind of support that transcends the mystery, it must come from Gauta Croy. He couldn't figure out any mysterious item that could take effect twice in a short period of time. Maybe I underestimated that group of astrologers...but Lametta should be able to find the loopholes in the plan.
"Where is the messenger?" the leader couldn't help but ask.
"Still in the outer city. I think he stayed where he was... I thought I evacuated quickly enough." Lametta laughed at himself. She suddenly frowned, "The snow has become heavier."
Sylvanus could no longer see the outside view from the window. The freezing snow was pouring in, and the room was now reminiscent of a container gradually filling with sand. "Let's get out of here first."
"Go back to find that guy? I'm afraid you can't even get close to him, let alone negotiate."
"I thought he would be happy to talk to me."
Lametta said nothing, but clearly had no confidence in him. "Then you don't need to go back." She pointed out, "He can see every move you make."
The leader frowned. "What's the meaning?"
"A microphone. Look, it's on your bait. He already knew your request." Following the guidance of the masked lady, Sylvanus set his sights on the corpse on the ground. "No wonder he went out of his way to find that mortal before."
It’s Kaampang. Silvanus finally noticed something strange about him. Kaampang's chest turned out to be a huge hole, and the snow passed through it and fell to the floor. It turned out that the breast shield had been embedded in his heart.
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