The moment the gray-skinned rat sprang out, the Multi-eyed Monster could not help but rush out as well.
Slow-acting ray …
Age-aging ray …
Aura of Weakness …
Three rays of gray light fell on the gray-skinned rat almost at the same time, staining its tiny body with more layers of gray luster. Only when the other party lay on the floor and could no longer move did the Multi-eyed Monster move its cumbersome body to its side. It wrapped one of its eyestalks and sent it into its huge and ferocious mouth in front of it.
A gray-skinned rat was not even qualified to fill the gaps between the Multi-eyed Monster's teeth, but the smell of blood was enough to satisfy it.
Sticking out its long scarlet tongue and licking the last bit of flesh and blood between its teeth, the Multi-eyed Monster moved back to its original position, looked around, and lay down contentedly.
Little did it know that within five or six seconds of its departure, a small emerald green snake, no more than a foot long, quickly slithered to the front of the wooden door, then squeezed in gently.
There were two people in the room, one lying and one standing, both men.
The one lying on the bed was a middle-aged man in a wizard's robe. His face was pale, his lips were purple, his thin chest rose and fell, and his breathing was a little rapid. The other man was slightly plump. Although he was dressed in exquisite noble attire, he looked messy and haggard due to lack of care.
The wizard lying on the bed had obviously lost consciousness and had fallen into a coma. So the male noble could only pace anxiously in the room, and every time he came to the bed and saw his companion's unconscious appearance, he could not help but sigh.
After sneaking into the room, Spara did not rashly show herself. Instead, she lurked in a dark corner of the room and quietly observed everything here.
She was now a Grade 3 Blood Wizard, and was no longer a rookie who had just come out of the world.
The male noble in front of her, from his figure to his appearance, was exactly the same as the Antoinel described in the intelligence. However, for some reason, when Spara cast her gaze on the other party's body, she always felt a deep uneasiness from the bottom of her heart.
It was as if there was a god vaguely hinting something to her …
What was wrong?
Could it be that the infiltration had been too smooth, so he suspected that there was a ghoul?
Or did he miss something?
Spara immediately closed her eyes and began to replay her every move and every detail since she entered the small building in her mind.
With her Level 3 Blood Wizard Mental Energy, it was enough for her to capture the entire process like a 360-degree panoramic camera. She had no difficulty and did not miss anything.
Suddenly, Spara's body shook, as if she had understood something.
Without hesitation, she came out of her hiding place and quickly transformed back into her human form in a red mist. Ignoring the horrified Crimson Grand Duke Antoine, who was retreating in fear, she shouted, "Marilyn? Meng Na, this is your spiritual illusion, right? I, Spara, have already come. Are you still going to continue deceiving me? "
Antoine, who was trembling in fear at the turn of events, suddenly screamed in surprise, "You … You are Lord Spara … You are here to save me … My Lord, please take me away!"
As he cried, he staggered over to Kieran.
Spara's face flashed fiercely. She raised her hand, and a red light directly penetrated Antoine's skull, opening a big hole from his forehead to the back of his head.
Antoine's body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly fell down with a face full of shock.
Spara did not seem to care about the death of her rescue target at all. Instead, she silently gathered her strength, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Psionic Warlock.
Finally, a sweet and elegant female voice echoed in this space.
"I'm really curious. How did you see through this illusion … Dear Lord Spara, can you satisfy my curiosity?"
With the appearance of the female voice, the whole room began to change strangely and mysteriously, as if a cold wind was blowing.
All the colors in the room were rapidly fading …
The old walls and floorboards were peeling and peeling off rapidly, revealing the hollow gray material underneath. All the furniture in the room, including the unconscious wizard lying on the bed and the bloody corpse on the floor, began to rapidly fade, leaving only gray outlines.
However, Antoine's corpse on the ground was not completely incorporeal. As the color and camouflage peeled off, its true appearance was revealed.
Venom Monster …
A strange jelly-shaped fellow covered with stinking abscesses.
Within its almost translucent body, there was a black, hard, and sharp thorn floating. It was conceivable that if Spara had let it get close to her just now, perhaps what awaited her would have been venom spitting and stinging attacks.
The scene in front of her blurred, and everything disappeared without a trace. Spara instantly returned to her original position — the entrance of the hall on the first floor.
Ralph was frozen in place, motionless, while she, Spara, was still in the form of a vampire bat, maintaining the posture of climbing out of his robe.
Spara was shocked, and only then did she realize that the smuggling process that seemed illusory and real just now was just a dream. However, how could she be sure that this scene was real?
Spara didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He flew up abruptly, and an incomparably violent blood energy broke out of his body, creating a blood-colored domain around him.
Sure enough, wherever the blood-colored domain spread, the scene of the hall that she thought was real just now shook again. The wooden floor under her feet suddenly broke into pieces and began to fall continuously.
Underneath the floor was a void, and in the distance, a dark red sea of fire could be seen burning rapidly. However, before the sea of fire could burn the soles of Spara's feet, this mysterious world was broken by the violent blood energy.
After the illusion was broken, the world in front of Spara began to jump rapidly again.
This time, she suddenly appeared in an empty and mysterious hall. A young and beautiful witch was approaching her step by step, and in her hand was a black wooden thorn that shone with a dark green luster.
It seemed to be exactly the same as the poisonous stinger in the body of the venom monster.
"How many times do you plan to use the same illusion? Break … "Before she could finish the last word, Spara suddenly trembled and shouted," Bastard, how dare you lie to me … "
Unfortunately, she realized it a little too late.
The beautiful witch that was so close to her was not an illusion, and even the poisonous stinger in it was real. Taking advantage of the time when Spara's blood energy was dispersed, the other party raised her slender hand, and the black wooden spike instantly pierced into the side of her waist.
She did not feel the slightest pain when the poisonous stinger entered her body.
Spara was shocked. She curled her hand into a claw, and swung it at the other party with dozens of bloody scars.
Unfortunately, the other party did not give her a chance to attack. After the successful attack, she immediately retreated, and while retreating, she set up layers of Mental Barriers behind her.
By the time Spara broke through all the barriers and rushed out, the scene in front of her had changed.
This time, Spara was in the middle of an incomparably huge Colosseum, and from all directions, a large and dense mass of terrifying wizard beasts were approaching her step by step.
The deep roars of the Wizard Beasts in the front row, the breaths that were spewing out white mist, the muffled, loud noises of their footsteps on the stone ground, and the cold, sharp teeth and blood-red eyes...
Spara's heart trembled slightly, and for the first time, she felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.
She pulled out the black thorn that was pierced into her waist, and what flowed out of the wound was not red blood, but milky white stinky pus with a hint of bitter almond smell. A strange numbness began to spread from her waist to her spine, heart, brain, and limbs. Spara's vision became blurry, and she could no longer feel the existence of her 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.
However, before she could cast a spell to verify it, those terrifying wizard beasts had all let out deafening roars, and pounced on her like a rolling flood.
A bloody and cruel battle broke out in an instant!
…..
While the battle broke out in the illusion, Spara's real body was standing motionlessly in the hall on the first floor of the three-story building.
Beside her, there were more than a dozen illusions that were as beautiful as soap bubbles floating in the air.
She was in a strange bubble with her eyes closed, and she was silently having a terrifying nightmare. Every time the bubble she was in suddenly burst, a new bubble would float over and envelop her again.
From time to time, some wounds would appear on Spara's body, from which bright red and sticky blood would flow out. However, Spara seemed to be unaware of this. Her eyes were still closed, and her eyelids were trembling violently, but she could not break free from them.
Of course, what Spara encountered was not all fake illusions.
In a few rooms next to the hall on the first floor, there were more than 30 wizards dressed in special clothes sitting cross-legged. They gathered their spirits together, firmly restraining Spara's spirit consciousness, and dragged her into the depths of the illusion.
From time to time, Marilyn, who stood in the corner of the hall, would appear. Witch Mona would also send more than a dozen wizard beasts or other wizards to sneak into the dream and attack the vampire shapeshifting vampire.
It was precisely because of the existence of these real people that the illusion became even more terrifying!
If Spara could not distinguish between the real and fake attacks in the illusion, then these attacks would leave real wounds on her body. Once she regarded all the attacks as fake, then the real attacks mixed in with the illusions could bring terrible damage to her.
True and false, illusory and real …
Sometimes, it was really difficult to distinguish between these things.
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