nownovels Chapter 114 Traps and Counterattacks
Chapter 114 Traps and Counterattacks
Chapter 114 Traps and Counterattacks
Outside the underground ruins on Williams Street, Sir Ryan's figure suddenly "appeared".
He glanced around, then took another step, his figure blurring and becoming dappled with starlight. Just as the "teleportation" was about to complete, his movements suddenly halted, and a faint, ethereal prayer echoed in his ears:
"Eyes looking down upon the mortal world, the source of all illusions, the creator of the world in the painting..."
"Great Lord, your devout believer prays for your guidance..."
He tilted his head slightly, and a dazzling array of stars appeared in his eyes.
After a brief moment of distraction, he found the source of his prayers in the Joewood district, not far away!
The next second, his figure was dappled with starlight, and quickly faded away and disappeared from the spot.
Meanwhile, inside an unnamed black hotel on Pleasant Street next to Williams Street.
Cyril's figure "teleported" into view. Directly in front of him, a strikingly beautiful woman with black hair and brown eyes was kneeling before a blank scroll, praying with her head bowed.
"Great Lord, you are the reality of the world, the source of all illusions, and the true Savior of the world..."
"Great Lord, please hear my prayer and give me guidance..."
Cyril's gaze easily saw through her disguise. He recognized her: Zoira Hernandez, a fanatical follower corrupted by the "High Dimension Overlookers," who had tried to kill him more than once.
...Because of the close proximity, or perhaps a stroke of luck, did my prayer, originally directed at the "higher-dimensional observer," receive it directly?
As his thoughts drifted, he raised an eyebrow at the figure in front of him, who was bowing her head in prayer. He was quite certain that Zoira Hernandez had discovered him as an intruder, but dealing with the intruder didn't seem as important as praying to her Lord.
...Fanatical believers are definitely not quite right in the head.
Perhaps my similar aura to that of a "higher-dimensional observer" misled her?
He sighed inwardly and chuckled aloud:
"Your Lord may no longer be able to guide you, so why not come and believe in me?"
Snapped!
As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the surroundings darkened, and even the walls and ceilings a little further away became blurry, as if he were isolated from the world.
A demigod-level "behind-the-scenes" trick!
This already possesses some of the power to "keep secrets".
The next second, his body was once again dappled with starlight, and his figure split in two, then in four...
In less than a second, his figure appeared in every corner of the room, surrounding Zoira Hernandez.
The effect is similar to a clone created by high-frequency "flash".
Zoira Hernandez finally stopped praying. She stood up from the floor, looked around with a blank expression, and took in every high-frequency "flash".
"The Lord has foreseen this scene, and I have been waiting for your arrival."
The next second, all the Cyrien who were "flashing" at high frequency suddenly stopped.
From an infinite height, a gaze overlooking all things descended, and then all the figures of Cyril in the room simultaneously became thin and vibrant, losing their thickness and weight, becoming figures in a painting.
He was observed by the "higher-dimensional observer" and his fate was affected.
15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.
Klein, who was brewing himself black tea, paused and turned around as if he had a premonition.
The next second, Cyril's figure, sometimes faint and sometimes vibrant, appeared behind him, bathed in dappled starlight.
"I'd like to retrieve the 'Peacekeeper'."
As he spoke, he reached out and grasped at the air.
A flash of eerie blue light appeared, and the "Peacekeeper," which Klein had sealed in the metal box, appeared directly in his hand.
"How...did you do that?"
Klein's eyes widened slightly. This was definitely not the kind of tactic a Sequence 7 should use. Moreover, there was a faint pressure emanating from Sirion that made him uneasy, a pressure that he hadn't felt when facing the Sequence 5 bodyguard and Rosago.
"I'm in a hurry, maybe next time..."
Before he could finish speaking, Sirion's figure suddenly disappeared before his eyes.
Staring at the spot where he disappeared, Klein muttered to himself:
"I felt like his words were fragmented, as if countless versions of him were relaying the same sentence..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a familiar sound of prayer echoing through the air:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
Inside the hotel on Plea Street, a layered, illusory starlight portal emerges from a colorful painting, quickly solidifying from the ethereal.
It has become detached from the painting itself.
The next instant, Cyril emerged unharmed from behind the Star Gate.
"Your Lord is indeed powerful. He has subtly interfered with my destiny through our previous encounters, planting the seeds for this future."
"But he doesn't seem to have anticipated that I am now an unrestrained and unbound 'wanderer'!"
As he whispered, a thick gray fog suddenly enveloped Cyril's vision, and he saw the serene figure of "The Fool" sitting serenely deep within the fog.
"The place you are in is fake."
The voice of "The Fool" entered his mind. The next second, he saw a deep red light rise from the gray fog, and then he gained a perspective that looked down on his surroundings.
This is similar to his perspective on reality from a higher dimension, but also somewhat different.
Having had similar experience of looking down at things, he quickly adapted and, through the vision in his mind, determined that he was in a painting of stacked colorful blocks.
"I see..."
He sighed softly, then reached out with both hands and disappeared into the void.
Pilaf!
A faint, echoing sound of shattering illusions rang out, and he forcefully tore a dangerous rift in the void before him.
"Tear space apart!"
This is the Wanderer's most powerful ability, capable of tearing through the void and shattering almost all barriers and obstacles.
As a rift was torn open in the space, the room shrouded in darkness, and indeed the entire hotel, deflated like a punctured balloon.
It began to shrink at an extremely rapid speed.
In about two or three breaths, the nameless hotel that occupied the entire building disappeared, replaced by a cheap apartment building that was about a third smaller.
The stench of decay and the pungent smell of inferior paint filled his nostrils. Although it was unpleasant, it gave Cyril a sense of reality he had never experienced before.
call out!
The sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out, and a palm-sized feathered arrow pierced through Cyrien's throat and embedded itself in the wall beside him.
"Unfortunately, the version of me you see is just an afterimage, just like every version of me you saw before."
"Furthermore, I didn't concentrate all my 'flash' clones here, so from beginning to end, the sacrifices you and your master prepared couldn't trap me."
call out!call out!
His response was two arrows piercing his chest.
Cyril shrugged. It was just an afterimage left behind after his frequent "flashes," how could it possibly be damaged?
He turned around and looked at Zoira Hernandez, who had shed her disguise and revealed her true appearance.
Her skin was sallow and covered with dark spots. She was so thin that it seemed as if her body consisted of nothing but skin and bones. Her spiritual light was also extremely dim, as if she had contracted some terrible disease that was already terminal.
If it weren't for his "astrologer's" spiritual intuition, he would even doubt whether he had mistaken the person for someone else.
Just over a month ago, he was a strong and capable gang leader who could carry knives and guns, but now he looks like this.
Although it was unexpected, he roughly understood why the other party was able to create such a complex world in the painting, which blended with reality and had a concealing effect, allowing the "higher-dimensional observer" to cast a true gaze upon it.
Zoira Hernandez, a fanatic, sacrificed her flesh, spirit, and even her soul.
...But unfortunately, I was luckier and just happened to trigger a trap targeting me during the period when I was able to experience the power of the "Wanderer".
With a whispered thought to himself, Cyril made a figure "appear" in front of the blank scroll behind Zoira Hernandez.
"What are you going to do?"
"Cough cough, you...can't..."
Noticing his movement, Zoira Hernandez's face turned ferocious and terrified, and she roared at him in a hoarse voice.
But because her body was too weak, she couldn't stop coughing after only a few words, and her pale lips were stained with a rotten dark red.
A figure of Cyril "flashed" in front of her and gently patted her shoulder.
The next second, frosty white ice crystals appeared on her body, instantly freezing her weakened form.
At the same time, "Sirien" in front of the blank scroll stretched out his hands and disappeared into the void, then exerted a sudden force.
Pilaf!
The blank canvas that Zoira Hernandez used to pray to the "higher-dimensional observer" was torn apart by him.