Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 48: The Empty Throne (Part 1)
"Let's go, we have other things to do, and we can't just stand here and watch the show."
After seeing Blake smash the magic sword in Morton's hand into pieces with one sword, William, who was sure that Blake could fully control the situation here, patted Remedios' shoulder and said so.
“What’s going on…huh?!”
The lady ranger, who had been paying attention to the battle not far away, turned around after hearing William's words, and then she saw... a second William?
Wearing an armor called [Evil Dragon Skeleton] and holding the [Withering Cold] that exudes chill, the gray-haired man behind her took the set of equipment that he used most often a thousand years ago.
The plainly dressed William stood there like an exquisite wax figure. The witch who had hitchhiked from the coordinate point was circling around William 's head. Occasionally, she would stop in front of William and wave at his open eyes, as if trying to attract the attention of this puppet.
"So...what exactly is this..."
Remedios glanced back and forth between the two Williams. She felt that she was a little confused. She looked at the man holding the Withering Cold in front of her and asked tentatively:
"Was the one in Ava Continent just a [Mirror Image]? But how did it do that?"
[Mirror Image], a divine-level illusion spell, can create an illusion that looks identical to the original body, but because it has no soul to drive it, it can only accept some rigid commands.
But Remedios could clearly feel the agility of William before. This was not at all like an ordinary [Mirror Shadow] clone which was just a dead object.
"This is a long story...but time is limited now, are you sure you don't want to deal with that guy first before discussing this issue?"
William in front of him replied.
"That guy?"
Remedios tilted her head and asked.
"It's the Takma who let the wolf into the house."
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The old man registered as "Hill" in the Takma Cult realized that things were completely out of his control the moment he was pulled into the Black Crow Palace.
A high-ranking Moon Lord-level fighter suddenly joined the battle, making all his previous plans come to naught.
So, taking advantage of the cover of the flying crow feathers and when everyone's attention was focused on the three warring parties, he seemed to blend into the air and disappeared without a trace in this throne room where he could no longer understand the situation.
When he appeared again , he was already above the boundless sea that Black Crow was looking at.
Why did it become like this? What went wrong?
He stood in the air, looking at the sky and the earth connected into one by the storm and waves, and he couldn't help but think so.
Then he shook his head - the most urgent thing now was to leave this place quickly and return to the Takma Cult to tell them what had just happened here.
But once we return to the Order, the next person to take over the entire plan will be...
Thinking of this, an indescribable sadness welled up from the depths of his heart.
As the "agent" of the Takma Order in the world, he will definitely be blamed if he returns. This also means that the plan to fill the vacant seat on the eighth throne in a bloodless way has completely failed.
"It's only a little bit away."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.
"And this little bit is so far away that it seems like a chasm."
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly appeared behind the Takma, which made him turn around abruptly.
A flash of lightning happened to pass by at this moment, and in an instant, it illuminated the sky like daylight. This allowed him to see the person who spoke - a gray-haired man wearing twisted black bone armor, who was floating in the sky less than fifty meters away from him, with a cold look in his eyes.
Next to that man was the shadow queen, to whom he had served as an advisor for many years.
"You wouldn't understand..."
Hill looked at the man in front of him and spoke slowly.
"I can listen to your explanation slowly."
William answered calmly.
As soon as the words fell, a blue magic circle began to spread along the magic medium in William's hand, and the temperature within a hundred meters of him dropped sharply. In a few breaths, the heavy rain in the sky turned into ice chips, and countless ice caps floated on the undulating sea surface under his feet.
"Only if you're willing to explain it properly instead of speaking in a bunch of incomprehensible riddles."
William continued.
Seeing the drastic changes around him and feeling the surging magic power he had never felt before, the Hill Cult member looked at William with disbelief instead of helplessness. He raised a finger slightly, tremblingly pointed at the man in front of him, and then said:
"Are you..."
There was no further explanation as to what it was. The expression on the old man's face changed again in an instant - it became a look of doubt.
"No, you can't be, no one can be..."
After hearing this, William's last bit of patience finally disappeared.
A dangerous smile crept onto his face. If it were a cartoon, then William's forehead would definitely have exaggerated blue veins bulging at this moment.
"Okay, very good..."
He kept that smile and nodded slowly.
Then he continued slowly, clearly, and methodically:
"I often thought in the past, if I really have the opportunity to play my own role without following the established process, I will definitely beat all of you who always act mysterious, speak half-heartedly, and like to come out and talk after the fact, and then tear your mouths apart."
Sensing the obvious and inexplicable hostility in the other party's words, Takma, named Hill, asked in confusion:
"What's the meaning?"
In response to his question, the stiff and unnatural smile on William's face gradually turned into a grim smile.
"What this means is that you can only survive on liquid food for the rest of your life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, William pointed the magic medium in his hand at Takma. In an instant, dozens of spells flashed above the sea.
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"You're actually hiding something, right?"
At this moment, the battle on the other side has come to an end.
The girl, whose body was covered with sword marks, half-knelt on the ground, leaning on the sword in her hand, breathing heavily.
A dense flock of crows was circling above her head, staring at her with their bloodshot eyes wide open, as if waiting to come down and feast on her at any time.
However, the girl's face still had that calm and indifferent expression.
Blake stood less than five meters away from her, looking at her carefully.
Five meters, this distance is completely negligible for the two sides in the battle. Standing in this position, Blake only needs to swing his sword again to end the battle.
In response to Blake's question, the girl just said "huh" and did not answer.
After waiting for a few seconds, and seeing that the other party seemed to have no intention of answering or continuing the fight, Blake slowly raised the sword in his hand.
The state of God's descent requires a medium to maintain, and when the vitality of the medium itself becomes extremely weak, those high-level beings will choose to take back their own power to avoid being left in the world forever.
So what Blake has to do next is to keep the opponent's life and death just a thin line apart.
"You really found a good job for me, Judge..."
Blake shook his head helplessly and complained. He had always disliked things that required precise control.
But just as Blake raised the sword in his hand, hanging it in the air and preparing to stab, the divinely inspired one spoke:
"A word of advice. The judge you mentioned, if you follow him, it will only lead to a tragic death for all of you, and turn the entire Vic continent and even the present world into a living hell."
