Venice has a strong artistic atmosphere, so it is not surprising to see artists performing on the roadside.
Although Polnareff's current "half-human" appearance is weird, it can hardly be described as scary.
After all, it is a bright morning, with a clear blue sky and sea, and the atmosphere is so warm that it does not seem scary - anyone who has seen a horror movie knows that ghosts don't go to work at this time.
The right half of Polnareff's body that "disappeared" simply became transparent. There was no shocking blood or disgusting organs on the cross-section of the human body cut by the force of space.
If you look closely, it is not only not scary, but also seems quite magical.
So, when Polnareff casually called himself a master of magic, the young tourist immediately believed it without any doubt.
He also seems to be an avid magician.
As soon as he heard Polnareff say "Let me show you something more powerful", he rushed up impatiently.
The young tourist approached hurriedly, staring at the remaining half of Polnareff's body.
“It’s incredible…”
"Can street close-up magic be done to this extent?"
"I can't find any flaws at all, and I can't find any traces of magic props..."
He walked closer, surrounded Polnareff and exclaimed in amazement:
"It's amazing! If you hadn't told me, I would have suspected that you were some kind of magician with super powers. Master...how did you do this?"
The young tourist observed Polnareff's half body closely, his eyes full of fanaticism.
If it weren't for the most basic respect for the magician, he would have even reached out to touch the invisible half of the "master's" body.
But even if he didn't mean that, he couldn't help but want to get as close to Polnareff as possible.
"Don't go any further!"
Polnareff stopped him just in time.
The right half of his body in the real world is a silver chariot holding a sword.
If the young tourist foolishly charged forward again, he would most likely be stabbed to death by the "transparent sword" held in the Silver Chariot's hand.
"oh oh."
The young tourist hurriedly stopped.
He didn't realize that he almost bumped into the sword held tightly in Silver Chariot's right hand. He just thought that this was the safe distance required for the master to perform magic.
So, he stopped in his tracks, knowing the rules, and asked impatiently:
"master."
"Are you going to perform anything else? How can I cooperate with you?"
the young tourist asked politely.
“Ahem… Ahem…”
Polnareff's mouth was bleeding as he answered with difficulty:
"There are some pieces of broken ice next to the car over there. Pick them up quickly."
The ice packs were simply packed by the store clerks in plastic bags, and the packaging was not secure.
When the ice pack fell to the ground earlier, there were indeed a few pieces of broken ice left on the ground.
"Go over there right away after you get the crushed ice..."
"Standing right there, next to the iron railing on the bridge."
The body was difficult to move, but moving the wrists and fingers was not particularly difficult.
Polnareff stretched out his finger and pointed the direction:
"Go ahead and stand there."
"good!"
The young tourist nodded seriously.
He hurried to the side of the car to pick up the pieces of broken ice, then turned around and asked in great confusion:
"Master, why is there blood coming out of the corner of your mouth?"
"You still have injuries on your body, and your face doesn't look good."
Looks not so good...
It would be strange if this complexion could be good!
Polnareff complained helplessly in his heart:
The other half of his body was still being beaten hard in the mirror space.
The fists of the man in the mirror were quite powerful for a flesh and blood body. After being beaten dozens of times in a row, half of his chest was sunken.
The ribs shattered into pieces, and the broken bones penetrated deeply into the flesh.
This is already a fatal injury.
But the powerful fist of the person in the mirror never stopped, like hammering nails into a board, hammering the broken sternum deeper and more fatally.
Polnareff naturally felt this deeply.
The pain of his bones and flesh turning into a mass of mud under the heavy blows now flooded .
But he knew even more clearly that he must not cry out in pain or show weakness:
“No, nothing…”
"It's just a make-up effect."
Polnareff tried hard to put on an optimistic smile:
"This is the 'persona' I perform."
"I am now playing the role of 'a defeated knight who was split in half by the enemy's magic and bound here'."
"I see…"
“Not only did he show off his magic skills, he also incorporated character plots into his performance… The master is truly a master!”
The young tourist suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.
He no longer had any doubts in his mind:
"Okay, I'll go get in position now!"
Having said that, the young tourist immediately followed Polnareff's instructions and quickly walked to the bridge in the direction he indicated.
He quickly stood firm beside the iron fence, then turned around and asked:
"Master, what should I do now?"
"Knock on the iron fence next to you, not too loud."
"Just the kind of force you'd accidentally feel while walking."
Polnareff made a very strange request.
"good."
The young tourist knocked lightly on the iron fence without hesitation.
The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it could be clearly heard from far away.
"Then what?"
He asked about the next step with great anticipation.
"Turn around and walk towards the train station, following the iron fence."
Polnareff gave another incomprehensible instruction.
The young tourist subconsciously followed the instructions and turned around to take action.
But before turning around, he couldn't help but ask:
"Master, aren't there too many steps..."
"What kind of magic is this?"
"What kind of magic..."
Polnareff smiled with difficulty:
"Just watch carefully—"
"This is the magic of fire."
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In the mirror space.
The rules of mirror space are very special:
All objects in the real world have mirror images here, except living things like humans.
People in the mirror world must use mirrors to observe human activities in the outside world.
And if one wants to hear the voices of humans in the outside world, Illuso must open the space channel of the mirror world and connect the two worlds together.
But he closed the passage just after sending Polnareff halfway.
So Illuso couldn't hear the conversation between Polnareff and the young tourist outside.
Of course, he is not interested in paying attention to the situation outside now.
In his eyes, Polnareff was just a dying man who could not resist. Polnareff, whose body could hardly move, had no ability to play any tricks.
All he had to do was to complete the execution with the greatest strength and speed possible.
but…
Just when Illuso was about to beat Polnareff to death, an accident happened.
Suddenly, he heard a buzzing sound from the vibration of the iron fence.
Human voices cannot be transmitted to the mirror world, but the impact humans exert on real objects will be 100% restored to the mirror image of the mirror world.
So, he heard the sound.
It sounded like someone accidentally bumped into the iron fence while passing by.
"What's going on?"
Illuso suddenly turned his head and looked towards the iron fence following the sound:
“Did anyone in the real world pass by there?”
The source of the sound was not far from him.
If there were passers-by passing by there in the real world, they would definitely be able to see Polnareff with half of his body being sent flying.
When he thought of this, Illuso felt a little confused.
With a bad premonition, he immediately turned the rearview mirror in his hand and observed the situation outside through the mirror:
Sure enough, there was a young tourist standing next to the iron fence.
And the young tourist was nodding to Polnareff, who was only half alive, and saying something excitedly.
Then, before Illuso could be shocked, the young tourist seemed to have received some kind of mission from Polnareff...
He suddenly turned around and hurriedly walked towards the train station, close to the iron fence.
And the most important thing is...
In the young tourist's hand, there were still a few conspicuous pieces of broken ice.
"Ice cubes...what the hell..."
"That broom-head actually found another passerby to help?!"
Illuso's expression suddenly turned ugly:
He really didn't expect that Polnareff, with only half of his body left, could still "bewitch people" in the outside world.
This appearance didn't scare people away immediately?
Not to mention, that guy had just been beaten up!
While enduring such a heavy blow with his rotten body, he still had to calmly trick passers-by into helping him...
"What a monster!"
Illuso cursed through gritted teeth.
He wanted to kill Polnareff right now, but he knew clearly what his first priority was.
He had to stop the passerby.
Even though the ice cubes in the passerby's hand were pitifully few and so small that it made one doubt whether they could survive without melting before being delivered to the station.
It is really questionable how much effect such an act of transporting a few pieces of completely negligible ice can have.
But even so, Illuso would never give the crushed ice a chance to be delivered to the train station.
This is his mission.
He would never put Prosciutto, who was fighting in the train station, in any danger.
“Damn it…”
"I won't let you succeed!"
Illuso gritted his teeth in hatred, turned around and took his substitute to chase after the young tourist.
The seriously injured Polnareff was once again left behind by him.
And this time, he was more reassured about the situation.
Because Polnareff was almost unable to move, and the same was true for the Silver Chariot.
The only ability of his Stand is "fencing". What else can he do after he can't even swing a sword?
It's just that I'm stuck there, waiting to die.
So, Illuso put Polnareff behind him and quickly chased him to the iron fence in the mirror space.
Feeling that he was about right, he immediately raised the car's rearview mirror and used the mirror to open a spatial channel between the two worlds.
“W-what?!”
In the real world, the young tourist was horrified.
Before he could see the magic that Polnareff performed for him, a mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him, and in the mirror stood a man with a murderous face.
Is this something that magic can do?
The young tourists were extremely surprised.
However, Illuso reached out his hand directly from the mirror passage and grabbed the young tourist's arm:
"Come in too!"
" Polnareff—"
While reaching out to drag the young tourist, Illuso shouted coldly:
"You've 'killed' another person!"
There was cruelty in his voice, and the words themselves were a threat and torture to Polnareff.
But unexpectedly, Polnareff's response was unusually calm.
Because the space channel has been opened, his calm and confident voice can be transmitted to the ears of Illuso in the mirror space:
"It was indeed my fault for dragging innocent people into the fight."
"But they won't die."
"Because... you will be the only one who will die!"
At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
Illuso could sense the sharp edge in Polnareff's words.
But he simply couldn't imagine why Polnareff, who could only move his body with difficulty and even his stand was in trouble, still had the confidence to be so arrogant.
Why? Why can you let me die?
Is it because of your dead blank stand-in, or your ridiculous "fencing" stand-in ability?
Illuso had no way of understanding it.
But Polnareff's calm and powerful voice sounded like a nightmare:
"I just have difficulty moving now."
"But if you're just using your Stand ability, there doesn't seem to be any problem."
"What? Stand ability..."
Iruso's face changed:
"Could it be that...your Stand isn't actually a blank slate, and you've been hiding your abilities all this time?!"
“That’s right!”
Polnareff said proudly:
"I told you, my silver chariot is not a blank slate."
"It really does have the ability to be a stand!"
The Silver Chariot is indeed not a blank slate.
Strictly speaking, it has two real "skills":
1. Instantly remove armor and increase movement speed and attack speed.
Second, let the blade fly out from the hilt to cause ranged damage.
The first skill is useless now. After all, the Silver Chariot can hardly move, so there is no point in increasing its movement speed and attack speed.
But this second skill, "Hundred-Step Flying Sword", has always been Polnareff's ultimate killer move.
Especially now...what Polnareff needs is a long-range killing method.
"Silver Chariot!"
Polnareff shouted loudly.
In the real world, with only the right half of the Silver Chariot left, it moved its wrist with difficulty and precision, adjusting the direction of the sword in its right hand.
The sword was not pointing at Illuso himself, because Polnareff knew that the enemy could close the mirror channel at any time to avoid the flying sword.
Therefore, the sword blade was actually pointing at the iron fence next to Illuso.
Illuso couldn't see it clearly, and just thought that Polnareff was hiding some killer weapon that could attack him from a distance.
He immediately gave up dragging the young tourist, then instantly closed the mirror channel, trying his best to protect himself.
But it all makes no sense.
Even though there was a world between them, Polnareff was confident that he could complete the attack:
"emission!"
At his command, the blade in Silver Chariot's right hand instantly disintegrated.
The disintegrated sword blade that had separated from the hilt did not fall to the ground, but instantly turned into a silver stream of light and flew forward at an extremely terrifying speed.
Almost in an instant, the stream of light pierced the sky with a piercing scream and hit the iron fence of the real world straight away.
The slender and sharp sword blade immediately cut through the rusty black iron.
When the sword blade pierced through the black iron, the friction caused by the high-speed movement immediately created a brilliant spark on the iron sheet.
Mars appears in the real world.
Then it will naturally be restored by the reflection of the mirror world.
At the same time, in the mirror world...
Although there was no flying sword from the silver chariot, the iron fence beside Illuso still suddenly sparked a spark.
"fire!"
An unprecedented fear surged in Illuso's heart.
But the sparks eventually splashed onto his gasoline-soaked body and touched the flammable oil gas that had already evaporated from his surface.
The next second, a huge fire broke out in the mirror space.
The sword of the Silver Chariot pierced through space and lit Illuso into a torch.
“Ahhhhh—”
The flames were devouring his flesh and blood madly.
Intense pain spread over every inch of my skin.
Illuso struggled to climb over the railing and, using his last bit of strength, jumped into the sea below.
But the sticky gasoline always stuck tightly to his body, and the flame would not be easily extinguished even if he jumped into the water.
When the burnt skin encounters the cold, salty sea water, the intense stimulation brings about pain that is even more unbearable.
At this moment, Illuso's spirit finally became extremely weak.
He can no longer use his Stand abilities.
The person in the mirror disappeared instantly, his ability was removed, and everything that was dragged into the mirror world returned to reality at this moment.
Polnareff and the Silver Chariot each resumed their actions and simultaneously reappeared intact on the real bridge.
And Illuso, covered in flames, appeared in the sea below.
Almost burnt, he struggled frantically in the water, but the flames were never completely extinguished, and his struggles became increasingly weaker.
If this continues, he will either be burned to death or drowned.
"call…"
Polnareff breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that this difficult battle was finally over.
He persevered to the end with this tattered body and completed the "magic of fire" he had promised.
"Illuso..."
Polnareff took one last look at his struggling enemy below.
The guy was on fire and covered with wounds, but he was still struggling and staring at me with angry and unwilling eyes.
"Alas." Polnareff sighed softly.
Then he reached out and grasped the iron fence hard, pulling out a dagger-like piece of iron from the rusty fence.
"It must be painful to be burned to death by flames ..."
Polnareff threw the piece of iron away.
The piece of iron was thrown accurately into Illuso's hands:
"If you can't bear it, use this 'dagger'..."
"Just end your life..."
After saying this, he turned and left without looking back.
A tall figure was left on the bridge.