The moment the gray-skinned rat burst out, the multi-eyed monster couldn't help but rush out.
Ray of slowness...
Aging ray...
Aura of weakness...
Three gray lights fell on the gray-skinned rat almost in no particular order, giving its tiny body multiple layers of gray light. The multi-eyed monster didn't move until the rat lay on the floor and couldn't move at all.
He walked to its side with his heavy body, wrapped it with an eye stalk, and put 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.
But 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 down and the other standing, both men.
Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man wearing a wizard's robe. His face was pale, his lips were purple, his thin chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was a little short. The other man was slightly fat, although he was dressed in fine clothes.
The clothes of the nobles 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, he couldn't bear to see his companion unconscious.
He sighed.
Sneaking into the house secretly, Spara did not show up rashly, but lurked in the darkness of a corner of the house, silently sizing up and observing everything here.
She is now a blood witch, and she is not a rookie who has just emerged from the world.
The male noble in front of him is exactly the same as the Antonel described in the intelligence from his body shape to his appearance. However, for some reason, when Spara focuses his eyes on the other person's body, there is always a feeling.
Unease deep within.
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 the mental power of a blood witch like her, she was able to re-filter the entire process like a 60-degree panoramic camera without any difficulty or omission.
Suddenly, Spara's body trembled, 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 walking back in fright.
She yelled: "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... you are Master Spara... you are here to save me... Sir, take me away quickly!"
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While crying and shouting, the other party stumbled and ran 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 about how you saw through this illusion... Dear Mr. Sparra, 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 dim and old walls and floors were rapidly peeling off, 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.
They also began to fade quickly, leaving only 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 it get close just now, venom spitting and sting attacks might be waiting for her.
The scene in front of him faded, everything disappeared without a trace, and Spara instantly returned to the original position - 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 startled, and then realized that the smuggling process of love that was both illusion and reality just existed in a dream. However, how could he be sure that the current scene was real?
Spara no longer dared to hesitate, and flew up abruptly, and the violent blood energy burst out of his body, creating a bloody field around him.
Sure enough, where the bloody field was permeating, the hall scene that had just been thought to be real shook and shook again, and the wooden floor under his feet suddenly broke into pieces and began to fall continuously.
There was a void beneath the floor, and a sea of dark red fire could be seen in the distance quickly spreading up. However, before the sea of fire could reach Spala's feet, this mysterious world was burst by the violent bloodline energy.
And when the illusion shattered, the world in front of Spara began to jump rapidly again.
This time she suddenly appeared in an empty mysterious hall. A young and beautiful witch was approaching her step by step, and in her hand she held a black wooden thorn with a green tip shining.
From the looks of it, it seems to be exactly the same as the venomous stinger in the venom monster's body.
"How many times are you going to use the same illusion? Give it to me..." Before the last word "break" was spoken, Spara was suddenly shocked and shouted: "Asshole, how dare you lie to me..."
Unfortunately, she understood a little late.
The beautiful witch who was close at hand turned out not to be a phantom, and even the poisonous thorns in it were real. Taking advantage of the gap where the energy of Spara's blood system was dispersed, the opponent raised his delicate hand, and the black wooden thorns instantly pierced the body.
One side of his waist.
The poison stabbed into the body, but there was no pain at all.
Spara was so frightened that he curled his hands into claws and swung at the opponent with dozens of blood streaks.
Unfortunately, the opponent did not give her a chance to attack. She immediately retreated after the successful attack, and while retreating quickly, she laid up layers of spiritual barriers behind her.
When Spara broke through all the barriers and rushed out, the scene in front of him had changed.
This time, Spara was in the middle of a huge Colosseum, with densely packed and black terrifying witch beasts approaching her step by step from all directions.
The low roars of the witch beasts in the front row, the snorts exhaling white mist, the dull and loud sounds of stepping on the stone ground, as well as the cold fangs and sharp teeth and scarlet pupils...
Spara's heart trembled slightly, and for the first time he felt the chill from the bottom of his heart.
She pulled out the sharp black thorn stuck in her waist. What flowed from the wound was not red blood, but milky white pus with a hint of bitter almond smell. A strange feeling of numbness spread from her waist to her spine.
The heart, brain and limbs began to spread. Spara's vision became blurry and he could no longer feel the existence of his waist.
"This damn bastard, how many illusions did she create? Which one is real and which one is fake?" Spara roared crazily in her heart.
But she didn't allow her to cast a spell to verify it. Those terrifying witch beasts all let out deafening roars and rushed towards her like a rolling flood.
A bloody and cruel battle broke out instantly!
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Just as the war broke out in the illusion, Spara'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 terrifying nightmare. Whenever the bubble she was in suddenly burst, a new bubble would float over and cover her again.
From time to time, some wounds would appear inexplicably on Spara's body, and bright red and sticky blood flowed from them. But Spara seemed to be unaware of this, and still closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids violently
Trembling, but it has been difficult to break free from it.
Of course, what Spara encountered was not entirely a false illusion.
In several rooms next to the hall on the first floor, there are more than thirty wizards wearing special costumes gathered together cross-legged, condensing their spirits together, firmly restraining Spala's spiritual consciousness, and dragging him towards
Deep in the fantasy.
Every once in a while, the witch Marilyn Mona standing in the corner of the hall would send a dozen witch beasts or other wizards to sneak up on the vampire shapeshifter in the dream world.
It is precisely because of the existence of these real guys that the fantasy becomes more terrifying!
If Spara cannot distinguish between true and false attacks 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 be
Causing her terrible harm.
True and false, both illusion and truth...
Sometimes it's really hard to distinguish these things clearly.
And on the weird spiritual battlefield, the indistinguishable result is...death! (To be continued)