The seriously injured Aiwass was shaking violently in the air not far away, like a signal image that was about to disappear. Various hisses and vague whispers of unknown meaning filled the air around us, which were the memories of her soul.
The echoes emitted by the ancestors are constantly dissipating.
"You did well."
Sandora waved her hand to disperse the abyss energy in her body, and her cloudy eyes regained the clear sea-blue luster. Then she quietly looked at Aiwass, who was still trying to stand up, and said in a calm tone.
"You can make two Xiling emperors and a squadron of heroic combat soldiers fight for so long with one person's strength. I recognize your strength."
"Impossible...impossible..."
Aiwass seemed to have lost his mind and could only mutter vaguely, "The soul world has obviously been perfected by accumulating power for countless years and passing on the memories of dozens of generations of civilizations... Why does it still fail...
…Ancestors…have you given up on revenge!?”
Looking at Aiwass like this, I could only shake my head slowly.
This is indeed an impeccable power, a soul world that will never dissipate, with no structural holes and no possibility of leaving, and there is also an immortal Iverson Knights stationed in it. Aiwass is very
She obviously knows a lot about Shandora's "mind control". Apart from herself, there is nothing with a mind in this world. If Shandora herself is in such a predicament, even if she leads an imperial fleet in, I'm afraid
It can only be slowly consumed to death. It can only be said that Aiwass is really unlucky.
No matter how many years of accumulated power it is, as long as its essence is an energy world, it can only be restrained by my skills - this is the tragedy of the Deep Ice Mage Group facing the water element!
By the way, did something weird sneak in just now?
"Um...Aiwass, right?" After hesitation, I spoke to the "woman" in front of me, "Although I don't know much about the situation at that time, I still need to say that Sandora at that time
I absolutely had no choice... I launched an attack on you. Since you have the memory of the entire race, you must also know what happened to you Iverson before..."
The more I talked, the more entangled I became. No matter how much I try to whitewash it, this... this is all genocide! Forget it, I won't say anything.
But I was silent, but Aiwass raised his head: "Excuse? Burning all the civilians in the infected area because of the plague... Is this what you foreigners do!? This devil... She destroyed me
My hometown!!”
Accompanied by a hysterical roar, Aiwass in front of us suddenly twisted violently, and the original white light on his body was quickly mixed into large areas of black and red. This process was so fast that it only took a few seconds.
Time, Aiwass, who originally had a human form, was distorted into...
A mirror?
Okay, I know this sounds quite incredible, but now Aiwass does seem to have turned into a huge mirror, an oval classical diorama at least ten meters high and five meters wide, with a mysterious light on the surface.
It has a silvery luster, but on its edge, there is a black frame engraved with twisted human faces incongruously. A dark red blood-like thing slowly seeps out from the inner edge of the frame, like red dripping into the water.
It slowly spreads towards the center of the mirror like ink. Such a strange mirror is suspended quietly in the low air less than two decimeters above the ground. Against the background of lava flowing around it and the sky being burnt red, it looks like the end of the world.
Like a monument - it's strange that I should have such an association.
And with the completion of Aiwass's second stage transformation, the soul world that had been gradually decomposed has returned to stability, and the shadow of the real world has completely disappeared from our sight.
"What I hate the most is this kind of boss who, after finally being killed, will transform into a second stage and resurrect with full health." I clenched my fists, and the little sympathy for Aiwass that had just surged in my heart also dissipated, "You
Will there be a portrait of Brother Chun appearing on this mirror?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Sandora pinched my waist from behind: "Ajun, can't you be more serious at critical moments!?"
Where is the majestic and cold-blooded Queen of the Empire just now? Sandora, do you think you are much stronger than me now?
At this moment, the chaotic echo of Aivas suddenly came from the mirror in front of us, as if it was a long sigh, "... Foreigners... don't think that this is the end... Iverson's ancestors will never die."
I will never forget this hatred! For the sake of your hometown... you must stay in this world forever!"
"Baby, what is this?" I looked at the mirror curiously and turned to ask Shandora. Because I didn't know if the thing in front of me had incredible properties such as damage reflection, I didn't attack it rashly.
, and Vega and her scorpion soldiers also looked like they were facing a formidable enemy: these "little guys" who had just come off the production line not long ago had never seen such a weird enemy.
Sandora explained with a serious expression: "This is the special ability of the Iverson race, which condenses a large amount of soul energy to form a mirror of memory, which can copy anything they want to copy and have seen -
It’s not a superficial copy, but a complete copy except for the other person’s soul.”
My expression immediately became solemn: "Unconditional copy? No matter how strong the other party is?"
"Of course there is an upper limit, but because of Iverson's special talent that allows the soul to erode reality, this upper limit almost does not exist. Back then, there were many experienced veterans who had an absolute advantage, but due to
Facing the Mirror of Memory, I died at the hands of 'myself'... Sure enough, it was me who chose..."
As Sandora's words fell, ripples appeared on the surface of the memory mirror transformed by Aiwass, and then a figure slowly emerged from it.
Although I had already guessed something after hearing Sandora's words, when I saw that figure, I couldn't help but say "fuck".
The familiar noble and beautiful face, the long golden hair as bright as the morning sun, and the figure as soft as a wisp of clouds in the faint halo. Even though she is wearing an unfamiliar silver-gray shirt, there is only a coldness in her sea-blue eyes.
The familiar gentleness and joy were missing from the brilliance, but the person in front of her was undoubtedly Sandora.
To be precise, it was the iron-blooded tyrant who led the imperial army to destroy the entire Iverson civilization, Sandora Kelvi Uracis.
An inexplicable coercion emanates from the body of that "Sandora". It is the cold aura that can only be exuded by someone who has personally slaughtered hundreds of millions of lives and treats any enemy with indifference. It is not even murderous aura, but just indifference.
: Indifference to life, indifference to everything. In front of her, even if you are an emperor, a general, or an idol hero, you are just an eyesore. I have never seen Shandora like this before.
Is she actually like this?
At the same time, the same aura gradually began to rise around me. I turned around in surprise, only to see Sandora's equally cold and indifferent eyes facing the replica opposite.
The cold and bloodthirsty "War Song Princess" never disappeared, she just secretly hid out of sight of her lover.
"Sandora," I whispered, "Is it okay?"
The girl next to him turned around, her eyes already filled with the familiar warmth and joy: "I can only do it, because I know that Ajun will never be able to do anything, so leave everything to me, because...
This is my own battle."
I'm speechless.
Everything is just as Sandora said, she is the only challenger in this battle.
Even if I knew that it was just a replica of an empty body, I wouldn't be able to take action with all my strength. This is not something that can be decided rationally. At least, I can't do it.
"Aiwass's soul is in that mirror. Unless it and the copies it creates are destroyed, we will never be able to escape the trap that she spent millions of years setting. But the mirror itself cannot
Destroyed, it is just an image. The only way to destroy it is to destroy the replica," Sandora said, with a confident smile on her lips, and then suddenly turned around and gave a gentle hug, "Wait a minute.
Stay with me, I'll be back soon."
After saying this, the blond girl flew away from me with a resolute expression, and then disappeared into the huge and strange mirror in an instant.
The other "Sandora" in the air looked at all this with an expressionless face, like a robot that only knew how to execute orders. It was not until its opponent had entered the duel field that he slowly turned back and followed it into the silvery white.
of mirror.
Ripple-like ripples spread from the mirror surface, then gradually leveled off, and finally, just like a real mirror, began to reflect the distant scene - it had closed.
All that's left is to wait - I believe that Sandora will come back safely in the end, I firmly believe in it.
"But sir, you have been circling in circles for ten minutes..."
A certain rigid Scorpion's way of speaking regardless of the occasion is really annoying!
You're talking nonsense! My girlfriend is fighting with someone!! And it's a 50-50 duel, you bastard!!
Even when I faced the powerful fallen apostle for the first time in the world of Azeroth, I had never been so worried. Sandora's strong strength has always been the reason why I feel extremely reassured about her, but this time, she has to face
But he is a powerful enemy in the true sense. No matter who he is, the most difficult one to defeat is always himself, even Sandora is no exception.
Time passed by minute by second, and the strange mirror was still suspended in the air, like an eternal monument. From its calm surface, it was impossible to tell how fierce the battle "inside" was. There was silence in the entire vast world.
My breathing was clearly audible. Maybe it didn't take long, just ten minutes. Maybe it wasn't even a warm-up for this special battle, but I felt as if ten years had passed.
As Sandora said, the "Mirror of Memory" is completely indestructible. It is just an image projected here. When I finally confirmed this, I felt discouraged.
Can Sandora defeat her former self?
As time goes by, the questions in my heart become more and more uncontrollable. I know I shouldn't doubt Sandora's power, but the cold aura on the replica... makes me a little scared, and this
Could it simply be a trap? That mirror was just a illusion created by Aiwass to destroy Sandora? Has she hatched a new conspiracy in the past million years? That replica is really Sandora?
Did Dora Aiwass improve her racial talents?
Caring leads to chaos, this is my current situation, and what's worse, I am still a guy who likes to think about things. Sandora has been away for more than ten minutes without any response, and even the mental connection is completely interrupted-I have already become accustomed to the soul.
Deep down I felt the warmth of that girl's constant companionship, and this situation made me even more irritated.
"Sir, please believe in the power of Sir Sandora," Vega tried to reassure me, "The powerful head of the empire definitely has the strength to defeat himself!"
To be honest, this dull scorpion is really not that good at comforting people, but in this empty place, Vega's voice finally calmed me down a little.
Then, as if after several years of waiting, the silver-white mirror finally shook again. Under our nervous gaze, its surface suddenly erupted with a burst of white light, and then a familiar figure emerged from it.
It wasn't until the blond girl suddenly winked mischievously in this direction that I was finally sure that my Sandora was back.
"It's easier than I thought," Sandora crossed her arms, landed lightly next to me, and let out a long breath, "Aiwass did a good job, and really copied the old me.
——One hundred percent power, but she has obviously never seen my abyssal form. In such a place where there is absolutely no cannon fodder to control, there is no suspense about mental manipulation versus abyssal combat..."
Shandora spoke easily, but I noticed that she kept her arms folded, and there was a faint light blue light under the covered ribs.
"Are you injured?" I frowned and tried to open her arm, but the latter gently avoided me.
"It doesn't matter... I was careless at the beginning, and my movements were controlled by my old self. 'She' knows my mind very well... But the body of the Xiling Apostle is different from that of humans, and it will regenerate quickly.
…”
Looking at her expression that clearly didn't want me to worry, one can imagine how serious this "it doesn't matter" injury is. It's easy to say, but no matter how much advantage we have, facing someone who is worried about me, if
How can it be possible to easily win against an opponent of the same level that you know very well?
But Sandora didn't give me a chance to continue. Instead, she suddenly lowered her head and bumped my chest: "Ajun, I'm going to punish you this time. You must be thinking wildly, right?"
I was about to deny it when she turned her head away: "Anyway, I can guess what you are going to say... Arjun, remember, if something like this happens in the future, you just need to trust me completely. I can
I didn’t stay with you just to make a vase..."
"Feel sorry……"
Shandora turned around and gave me a toothy smile: "But... it feels good to be worried like this. I never paid attention to this before - Hey, what do you want about that mirror over there?
How long will you continue to pretend? Now you are really as fragile as a mirror!!"
Only then did I remember that there was still an enemy here that had not been dealt with - but it seemed that she was no longer a threat.
The second stage of transformation was also defeated. The mirror floating in the low sky trembled slightly as Sandora's words fell, and then scattered all over the ground with a crisp sound like real glass.
The dilapidated Aiwass reappears in front of us. Her whole body is filled with empty or misplaced images caused by the loss of her soul. Except for her face, which can still be vaguely distinguished, "she" has almost completely transformed into a Deputy Impressionist figure.
Illustration, it was not until more than ten seconds later that Aiwass managed to condense a rough human shape.
"Why do you have to do this?"
Sandora suddenly sighed softly, and her tone was no longer as cold as it was at the beginning. For Xiling Apostle, even the enemy should be respected at the moment he died in battle.
"Revenge..." Aiwass seemed to have lost most of his thinking ability. He could only kneel on the ground with blank eyes, repeating a few simple words tremblingly, "...hometown...ancestors...compatriots...
…our homeland was taken over by… foreigners…”
"But you've never even seen your homeland, have you? You're not even officially an Iversonian."
Shandora suddenly said shockingly.
This time, not only was I shocked, but Aiwass, who was not far away, instantly raised his head and made a strange "hissing" sound.
"You... are just a false soul condensed by all the desire for revenge of the entire species at the moment before the extinction of the Iverson race..." Sandora shook her head slightly, "The fragments of Iverson's racial consciousness, even
I have never seen my hometown, nor have I experienced time with my compatriots. All those are memories imposed on me. I have been burdened with such a fate due to the mission of revenge since I was born... What's more, at that time, the entire
Iverson has completely turned into the Abyss Legion, and they have even begun to systematically destroy all life they can find... You know all this, why do you do this? "
"You...how do you know..."
Aiwass' panicked tone immediately confirmed the shocking secret told by Sandora.
"I just stayed in the depths of your soul for more than ten minutes. If it weren't for the purpose of reassuring Arjun as soon as possible, I could even see more," Sandora shrugged. It turned out that she spent more than half of the time just now.
It is to satisfy his interest in gossip deep in his heart, "I saw these things in your memory, and maybe you didn't realize it yourself, you are completely different from the real Iverson!"
Sandora stretched out her right hand and pointed at Aiwass, who was trying to avoid him not far away: "The real Aiwassons have no 'self' recognition, so they have no fixed shape and appearance at all, but you - look like this
Is she the old fox's wife? No matter how badly you are injured, your first reaction is always to restore yourself to this appearance immediately. This is not something Iverson would think of at all. You... already have a self, idiot