Outside the cube, Marquis de Winter held the dagger in his hand with a stern look.
He is well aware of the principle of long nights and many dreams, especially when faced with beings like Fiona who have a special status in the prophecy. The longer the delay, the greater the chance of changes.
Whether it is the King of Nightmare Spirits whose whereabouts are unknown at the moment, or other unknown factors, it may lead to his failure.
Although the girl's resistance at this moment was nothing in his eyes, Marquis Winter did not immediately make the next move. A vague sense of crisis always lingered in his heart.
Marquis Winter was not sure where this sense of crisis came from, but it also made him wary and suspected that he was being targeted by some powerful existence.
Considering all this, Marquis de Winter no longer hesitated. He turned the dagger over in his hand, held the hilt with his forehand, filled it with magic power, and then swung it down suddenly towards the entire cube.
Depending on his posture, the effects of this strange dagger are also different.
The attack with the sword in the forehand is a cut with regular power.
Following his movements, a twisted crack suddenly appeared on the originally mottled sword blade. It was extremely deep and almost penetrated to the center of the sword body.
But at such a cost, this sword had a very amazing effect. The space around the cube suddenly darkened, and then in an instant, with the cube in the center, it became 'independent' from the entire dream world.
At the same time, Fiona and Anvis, who were imprisoned in the transparent cube, suddenly lost all contact with the rules of the world.
Without the help of the power of the world's rules, Fiona was instantly knocked back to her original shape, and the pocket watch in Anvis' hand also fell into silence, directly losing all magical effects.
Without the internal obstruction, the transparent cube that enveloped the entire palace shrank rapidly, and soon shrank into a small square with an appearance only the size of a palm.
To be honest, the price paid for this sword surprised Marquis Winter.
He originally thought that separating a little girl of less than ninth level from the rules of the world should not produce too much 'reaction'. But now with this reaction, he even suspected that he was dealing with someone
The clone of a ninth-level powerhouse.
Looking at the damage to the dagger in his hand with some distress, Marquis Winter took a step forward. While he was wary of enemies that might be hiding around him, he quickly reached out and grabbed the shrinking square.
He was already prepared. Once he got the cube, he would leave here immediately without getting entangled with any possible enemies and return directly to his secret laboratory in the demiplane of the main world.
There is a complete set of complex protective magic circles, as well as luxurious arrangements to confuse and block the prophetic magic. Marquis de Winter is confident that even the Olivendi family will never be able to detect his secret base.
But the moment his hand held the cube, Marquis de Winter's expression suddenly changed.
An extremely strong sense of crisis came from inside the confinement block in his hand. He instinctively flicked his hand and threw the block in his hand.
But before the cube was completely out of his hand, one of its surfaces shattered instantly, and a rusty-yellow light reflected from the cube, directly covering him in it.
Under the reflection of this light curtain, the appearance of a young man under Marquis de Winter's hood suddenly began to change rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Part of the body rapidly aged, while other parts began to strangely become younger, and the existence of the entire dream body began to become translucent and unstable.
Even if he uses all his power to resist, the effect will be so weak that it is almost imperceptible.
"The power of time? It's...disgusting!"
A trace of cruelty flashed in his scarlet eyes. At the critical moment, Marquis Winter decisively swung his sword again.
"Click——"
As the sword went down, the sword body let out an overwhelmed whine, then completely shattered and broke into two pieces.
But the result of this sword was also very shocking. Following the trajectory of the sword blade, the twisted brass light curtain strangely separated to both sides for a moment, just like Moses parting the sea.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Marquis de Winter flashed and instantly escaped from the range shrouded in brassy light.
In the palace that reappeared, Avis looked at the escaped Marquis de Winter and the half-broken dagger in his hand, and sighed.
A peculiar dragon-shaped brass badge was held in his hand, and the rusty yellow light curtain that forced Marquis Winter to sacrifice his life to save his life was continuously pouring out from the badge at this moment.
Anvis is working hard to limit the radiation range of the badge's power to prevent the time turbulence sealed in it from affecting himself and Fiona.
But his left hand holding the badge has now turned a strange rusty yellow color, and now he can only rely on the power of the pocket watch in his other hand to suppress it, preventing it from spreading upwards.
Relying on that terrifying dagger, Marquis Winter still escaped from his killing move.
But thankfully, his goal of weakening the opponent was achieved. At least the dagger was destroyed by the attack...
"Humph... So it's like this, a broken disposable rare object. Is this your trump card?"
Looking at the white rabbit holding the badge next to the girl from a distance, Marquis Winter let out a sigh of relief.
Although he was tricked, he finally discovered the source of the sense of crisis. There was no other terrifying existence at all. The root of everything was the badge in the hand of the inconspicuous white rabbit in front of him.
A rare item that exceeds the limit level is really a big deal.
"It's a pity that no matter how powerful the magic item is, it will eventually be limited by the user's own strength!"
Commenting with interest, Marquis de Winter looked into the girl's eyes, trying to find the look of despair that her plan had failed, but he only saw confusion and surprise. Instead, he saw "
Feeling of frustration.
This situation made Marquis de Winter feel a little abnormal, and at the same time it sounded a warning to him.
His target is not the weak, but those who can threaten or even kill him!
After taking a deep look at White Rabbit who was still trying to control the badge in his hand, Marquis Winter raised the broken sword in his hand again under Anvis' somewhat surprised gaze, and then suddenly swung it down at Fiona.
Just because the sword is broken doesn't mean it can't be used——
Following Marquis Winter's movements, a strange gray line extended from the slash.
Looking at the gray line, a creepy sense of crisis surged out of Anvis's heart.
Can't be hit, absolutely can't be hit!
The girl's exclamation seemed to come from beside her, but it seemed as if she was far away.
The movement of the world slowed down in Anvis' perception. He watched the broken sword's slow and unstoppable slash while trying his best to turn the badge in his hand in the direction of the attack.
The line advanced slowly, but it penetrated extremely firmly through the brass badge that released the chaotic flow of time, and penetrated the rule protection that Fiona had arranged urgently. Finally, under the desperate gaze of the girl, it penetrated through the desperate blockade.
The white rabbit in front of her.
At this moment, the dagger in Marquis Winter's hand suddenly exploded into pieces.
Just like those little animals before, Anvis fell to the ground weakly, and the badge in his hand was completely destroyed due to its structure being destroyed, and it was completely shattered into a ball of broken rust-yellow light debris.
In the somewhat surprised gaze of Marquis de Winter, a translucent figure suddenly appeared on top of White Rabbit's fallen body.
It was a young man with light blond hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in a moon-white dress, and his handsome face had a strange temperament.
"Anvis Olivendi?"
Instantly finding the identity of the figure in his memory, Marquis de Winter spoke in surprise.
"elder brother……?"
At the same time, seeing the changes in the white rabbit, Fiona was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning.
She could detect a warm and familiar feeling from the figure in front of her, just like when she had snuggled next to that figure.
"..."
Anvis did not respond to Marquis Winter. He just opened his mouth, then showed a somewhat sad smile, and stretched out his hand in the direction of the girl. It seemed that after realizing that he could no longer speak, he wanted to touch her head one last time.
But in the process, along with the white rabbit's body on the ground, his figure gradually faded and turned into scattered light golden spots.
With the breeze, the last light spot gently floated to the girl's cheek, as if saying goodbye.