The Wizarding Age

The moment the gray-skinned rat sprang out, the multi-eyed monster couldn't help but rush out.

Ray of slowness

aging ray

aura of weakness

Three rays of gray light fell on the gray-skinned rat almost in no particular order, giving its tiny body another layer of gray brilliance. It wasn't until the opponent lay on the floor unable to move any more that the multi-eyed monster moved his bulky body to its side, wrapped it in an eye stalk and sent it into the huge and ferocious mouth in front of him.

A gray-skinned rat was not even qualified to fill the gap between its teeth compared to a multi-eyed monster that was as big as a calf, but the smell of blood made it very satisfied.

Stretching out its long scarlet tongue, licking the last bits of flesh and blood between its teeth, the multi-eyed monster moved back to its original position, looked around, and lay down comfortably.

And little did it know that within five or six fingers of leaving its position, a small emerald green snake, no more than a foot long, quickly swam to the wooden door, and then squeezed in gently.

There were two people in the room, one lying and one standing, both men.

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man wearing a wizard's robe. His face was pale, his lips were blue, his thin chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was somewhat rapid. The other man was slightly obese. Although he was wearing exquisite aristocratic clothes, he looked messy and haggard due to lack of care.

The wizard lying on the bed had obviously lost consciousness and fell into a coma. Therefore, the male noble could only pace around the room anxiously. Every time he came to the bed and saw his companion's unconscious appearance, he couldn't help but sigh.

Sneaking into the house secretly, Spara did not show up rashly, but lurked in the darkness of the corner of the house, silently sizing up and observing everything here.

She is now a level 3 blood witch, and she is not a rookie who has just emerged from the world.

The male noble in front of him was exactly the same as the Antonel described in the intelligence from his body shape to his appearance. However, for some reason, when Spara focused his eyes on the opponent's body, he always felt uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

It seemed that there was a god somewhere vaguely hinting something to her.

What's wrong?

Could it be that the sneaking in this way was too smooth, so I suspected that there was a dark ghost?

Or maybe I missed something?

Spara immediately closed his eyes and began to replay in his mind every move he made after entering this small building, as well as every detail.

With her level 3 blood witch's mental power, she was able to re-filter the entire process like a 360-degree panoramic camera without any difficulty or omission.

Suddenly, Spara's body shook, and he seemed to understand something.

She came out of her hiding place without hesitation, and her whole body quickly transformed back into a human form in a burst of red mist. She ignored the horrified crimson Duke Antonel, who was so scared that he backed away. shouted: "Marilyn Mona, this is your inner fantasy! I, Spara, have already arrived, are you still going to continue to deceive me?"

Antonel, who was so frightened by what happened in front of him, suddenly screamed in surprise: "You are Master Spara, you are the master who came to save me, take me away quickly!"

While crying, the other party stumbled over.

A stern look flashed on Spara's face, and as soon as he raised his hand, a red light penetrated directly through Antonel's skull, opening a large penetrating hole from his forehead to the back of his skull.

The opponent's body stiffened suddenly, and he slowly fell down with a look of shock on his face.

Spara seemed not to care at all about the death of the rescue target, but silently gathered strength and waited for the arrival of the psychic.

Finally, a sweet and elegant female voice echoed in the space.

"I'm really curious, dear Lord Sparra, how did you see through this illusion? Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

With the appearance of the female voice, the whole room began to undergo strange and mysterious changes, as if a cold wind was blowing.

All the color in the room is quickly draining

The dull and old walls and floors were rapidly peeling and peeling, revealing the hollow gray material underneath. All the furniture and furnishings in the room, as well as the unconscious wizard lying on the bed and the bloody corpse lying on the floor, began to fade rapidly, leaving only the gray outlines of objects.

However, the body of Antonel lying on the ground was not completely incorporeal. As the color and disguise peeled off, its true appearance was revealed.

Venom Monster

A strange jelly-like creature covered in foul-smelling abscesses.

Inside its almost translucent body, there is a black hard spike floating. It is conceivable that if Spara had let her get close just now, venom spitting and sting attacks might have been waiting for her.

The scene in front of him faded, everything disappeared, and Spara instantly returned to his original position at the entrance to the lobby on the first floor.

That Ralph was frozen in place and motionless, while she, Spara, was still in the form of a vampire bat, maintaining the posture of climbing out from his robe.

Spara was shocked, and then realized that the smuggling process of love that was both illusion and reality just existed in a dream. However, how can I be sure that this scene is real?

Spara did not dare to hesitate anymore and flew up abruptly. The violent blood energy burst out of his body, creating a bloody field around him.

Sure enough, where the bloody field permeated, the hall scene that was thought to be real just now shook and trembled again, and the wooden floor under my feet suddenly broke into pieces and began to fall continuously.

There was actually a void under the floor, and a dark red sea of ​​fire could be seen from a distance, spreading rapidly. However, before the sea of ​​fire burned to the bottom of Spalla's feet, this mysterious world was broken by the violent blood energy.

And when the illusion was broken, the world in front of Spalla began to jump quickly again.

This time she suddenly appeared in an empty mysterious hall, and a young and beautiful witch was approaching her step by step, holding a black wooden thorn with a green tip in her hand.

It seemed to be exactly the same as the stinger in the venom monster before.

"How many times do you plan to use the same illusion? Give it to me" Before the last word "break" came out, Spalla was shocked and shouted: "Asshole, you dare to lie to me"

Unfortunately, she understood it a little too late.

The beautiful witch who was so close to her was not an illusion, and even the poisonous sting in her body was real. Taking advantage of the gap when Spalla's bloodline energy was dispersed, the other party raised her slender hand, and the black wooden sting instantly pierced her waist.

The sting entered her body, but she didn't feel any pain.

Spalla was shocked, and she bent her hands into claws, and swung dozens of blood marks at the other party.

Unfortunately, the other party didn't give her a chance to attack. After a successful attack, she immediately retreated, and while retreating, she laid layers of mental barriers behind her.

When Spalla broke through all the barriers and rushed out, the scene in front of her had changed.

This time, Spalla was in the center of a huge arena, and from all directions, a dense and dark mass of terrible witch beasts were approaching her step by step.

The deep roars of the witch beasts in the front row, the breaths spewing white mist, the dull thuds of stepping on the stone ground, and the cold fangs and sharp teeth and blood-red pupils

Spara's heart shuddered slightly, and for the first time she felt the chill from the bottom of her heart.

She pulled out the black thorn stuck in her waist, and what flowed out of the wound was not red blood, but milky white and smelly pus with a hint of bitter almonds. A strange numbness began to spread from the waist to the spine, heart, brain and limbs. Spara's eyes blurred for a while, and she could no longer feel the existence of her waist.

"This damn bastard, how many illusions did she create? Which one is real and which one is fake?" Spara roared wildly in her heart.

But she didn't have time to cast a spell to verify it. Those terrible witch beasts had already let out a deafening roar and rushed towards her like a rolling flood.

A bloody and cruel battle broke out instantly!

At the same time as the battle broke out in the illusion, Spalla's body was standing motionless in the first floor hall of the three-story building.

Beside her, there were dozens of beautiful phantoms like soap bubbles floating in the air.

And she was in a strange bubble, with her eyes closed, silently having a horrible nightmare. Whenever the bubble she was in suddenly burst, a new bubble would float over and cover her again.

And from time to time, some wounds would appear on Spalla's body inexplicably, and bright red and sticky blood would flow out of it. But Spalla seemed to be unaware of this, still closing her eyes tightly, her eyelids trembling violently, but she was unable to break free from it.

Of course, what Spalla encountered was not all a false illusion.

In several rooms next to the first floor hall, more than 30 wizards in special costumes were sitting cross-legged together, concentrating their spirits together, firmly restraining Spalla's spiritual consciousness, and dragging it into the depths of the illusion.

Every now and then, the witch Marilyn Mona standing in a corner of the hall would send a dozen witch beasts or other wizards to sneak attack the blood-sucking shapeshifter in the dream.

It is precisely because of the existence of these real guys that the illusion becomes more terrifying!

If Spalla cannot distinguish the true from the false in the attack in the illusion, then these attacks will leave real wounds on her body. And once she regards all attacks as false, then the real attacks mixed in can cause her terrible harm.

True and false, both illusion and reality

These things are sometimes really hard to distinguish clearly.

And in the weird mental battlefield, the result of not being able to distinguish is death!