"Wow, the real Virgin Mary has appeared!"
The black mirror image next to Huai Shi rested his elbow on his shoulder and sighed. "Look! You didn't expect yourself to be so radiant, did you? "
"Wait a minute …"
Huai Shi pushed away the arm of the guy next to him in disgust. He raised his hand and asked, "It's fine if he repents, but why am I also pointed at by the sword?"
"Oh, you don't have to."
The Saint's mirror image turned the blade in disgust. "Those who are born evil still need to be saved, and those who fall into depravity are incurable."
"That's right … Wait!"
Huai Shi smacked his lips. Why did he feel that something was wrong? "Why am I incurable and depraved?!"
"Mediocre and useless."
The Saint's mirror image glanced at him coldly. "You have given up many lives. You have let down everything you have. Your life will eventually become meaningless because of laziness and the satisfaction of your desires …"
"See, see, that's what a Virgin Mary is like." The mirror image next to Huai Shi shook his head helplessly. "I have a suggestion. Why don't we work together to kill him, and then discuss other things?"
"Haha."
Huai Shi squinted. "Then you'll stab me in the back, right? How about I join forces with him to kill you first? "
"Are the dogs biting each other so soon?" The Saint sneered. "Sorry, I don't have the habit of joining forces with evil and incompetent people …"
"Tsk … Look at the sins you've created."
"Are you done quarreling? “
Before Huai Shi could answer, he heard a cold voice behind him.
At the boundary between light and darkness, a slender and pale figure appeared. She rolled up her sleeves expressionlessly. "Hurry up and finish it. Don't talk nonsense."
That sickly face was full of boredom and disgust. She was too lazy to be long-winded.
Hoarse and crazy laughter sounded from the other side.
"Am I late? Is it still early? "
A hideous face walked out of the darkness.
Huai Shi's scalp began to go numb.
Looking at the silhouettes that appeared one after another in the void, they felt so numb that their heads went bald.
When everyone looked at him, he felt the pressure of being stared at by countless people. Countless people who knew him the best, who were most familiar with him, and who were also a part of him, were staring at him.
"The choice is about to begin, my friend."
Evil's mirror image put its hand on his shoulder, flicked the cigarette ash, and asked curiously, "Are you ready?"
"This is too exciting."
Huai Shi sighed softly, seemingly distressed, but he couldn't help but grin.
What responded to him was countless joyful smiles that were exactly the same!
.
.
"It's about to start."
In the chapel behind the Dripping Blood Church, under the dome that was pieced together with colored windows, the old bishop who stood solemnly looked up.
All the faces in the chapel were grave.
The bishops of the Russian Federation were rarely seen in the past, but now they were all gathered here.
Through the network formed by the Holy Coffin, the ascendants of the Russian Federation crossed a long distance and gathered here. Wearing black robes and purple and gold ribbons, their auras were solemn and dignified, making people not dare to breathe loudly.
On the other hand, Catherine sat on the bench, holding the rosary beads in her hand as she prayed silently. Beside her, Aleksey was pushing the sleeping girl in the wheelchair, wanting to say something but hesitating.
In the projection on the altar, there was only darkness.
It faintly reflected a strange and huge mirror. In the mirror, there were colorful and dim flows, constantly interweaving illusions and beautiful scenes that didn't exist in the world. From time to time, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in hell and terrifying scenes would appear.
Even if one watched it through the projection, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.
If one was in a trance for a moment, even if one didn't see it directly, their soul would probably be pulled into it and be tainted by the curse formed by anger and pain.
And in the projection, the moment the elevator opened, Huai Shi had already lost his mind.
Like a walking corpse, he stood in front of the huge bronze mirror.
Lured by the changing soul, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the mirror. After breaking through the gap between reality and illusion, he walked into it.
Then, countless illusions appeared, the number of which was still increasing, causing people to be dumbfounded. If it wasn't for the Holy Coffin's differentiation, everyone present would have thought that this was the illusion that lured them down to explore.
It was unimaginable how there could be so many of them.
"It's normal, he passed the trial of the Myriad Heavenly Sphere and obtained the highest evaluation of the Ascendant."
Russell didn't care about the cigar ash on the ground and said calmly, "This is only a part of it, there are more that have already been merged and rejected by him. The possibility of being rejected by that power, even the Mirror of Day and Night can't show."
"It's too dangerous."
The old bishop looked up, "Mr. Russell, life is not a balance, sacrificing one person to save another is not advisable."
"Of course."
Russell nodded, "I deeply agree with this, but I have a slight disagreement with your evaluation of the current situation."
"Our side has no intention of occupying the ownership of the Mirror of Day and Night. We have always maintained a lockdown of information to ensure the greatest degree of safety.
Now, it seems that your understanding of it is somewhat different because of this … … "
The old man muttered to himself for a moment, then sighed softly, "What the Mirror of Day and Night reflects is not an illusion or a trial, but a reflection of a divine mark, using Origin Substance to recreate a brand-new soul.
At this moment, all the mirror images that Mr. Huai Shi is seeing, in the final analysis, originate from a cross-section of his own essence. Under the interference of the curse, all the mirror images will resist each other with equal harshness.
But there is no doubt that they are all a part of him, and cannot be solved through brute force. "
Kill evil, destroy fanaticism, defeat sloth, defeat another self … … It sounded very cool, but this wasn't the kind of self-challenge that was popular in JUMP.
It should be said that it was the exact opposite!
There were countless people who used this method to pass the trial, but without exception, when they returned from the mirror, their souls were damaged.
They had completely lost the part of themselves that they had killed.
No matter if it was evil, good, sloth, or fanaticism … … once the mirror image was erased, that part of the soul would also be lost.
The fact that there were so many mirror images didn't prove that Huai Shi was special. Instead, it showed how dangerous the situation was.
The more he killed, the more he would lose.
In the end, apart from the self known as Huai Shi, there would be nothing left, and he would become an empty shell that didn't care about the world at all.
There was only one way to truly pass the interrogation of the Mirror of Day and Night.
It would make those fragments that were at odds with you and had absolutely no common language with you willingly acknowledge your main body.
Lies wouldn't work, eloquence would be useless, and promises and threats wouldn't have the slightest effect.
In the end, it was all about the trial-taker.
No one could lie or deceive them except to themselves. Most of the time, it was only to themselves that they could not forgive and forgive.
This was an unsolvable dilemma.
"Don't worry."
Russell smiled happily and exhaled a wisp of green smoke. "It's hard to say for others, but for Huai Shi, I'm afraid it's just a little troublesome. There won't be any trouble at all!"
Indeed, the more used to killing people, the more they would like to use killing to solve conflicts.
If other sublimators were faced with such a situation, whether it was the main body or the mirror image, they would probably directly use the most straightforward method to solve the problem.
But this was the only thing that didn't work in front of Huai Shi!
"Believe me, although he's called the 'Sword of Disaster', no one in this world hates this title more than him …"
Russell stared at the scene in the projection and whispered softly, "King of Danbo, Prince of Paradise, Astronomical Association's special military officer, Jinling's Beheading King, Grandmaster Killer … … these are just descriptions that others gave him without permission.
From the beginning to the end, the only title that he was willing to recognize and be proud of from the bottom of his heart was only one — "
In that instant, in the silent chapel, everyone was stunned at the same time.
They raised their eyes in shock.
It was as if they were hallucinating.
A hallucinatory melody sounded from the darkness.
In that instant, the darkness was turbulent, and the mighty melody galloped like a torrent, stirring up all the illusions and causing the deathly still darkness to tremble.
Countless mottled colors quickly dimmed and shrank, turning into nothingness.
In the heavily sealed Holy Artifact Exhibition Room, it actually fell into chaos at this moment. Everything lost its outline, and under the changes brewing in the Mirror of Day and Night, various changes appeared.
Everything was rapidly disappearing.
In the end, only nothingness was left.
It was just like the essence of the Abyss.
And as Huai Shi in the mirror lowered his eyes and raised the bow, countless changes emerged from the chaos.
It was as if the world was opened!
Accompanied by a soft and bright melody, the nothingness surged, spewing out innumerable gorgeous colors and changes. It was as if the soul was operating above the Abyss, lighting up the first ray of light.
Clear air rose, turbid air fell.
Amidst the violent changes like thunder and lightning, bright and beautiful sunlight scattered from the sky, and all things grew!
Spring had arrived.
"Vivaldi, 'Four Seasons' Concerto?"
When countless cello melodies, whether low or high, bright or sad, overlapped in one place, it formed a mighty tide that spread and covered everything.
Countless mirrors appeared in the void, reflecting the reflections of people who were looking down, as well as the gentle silhouettes of the instruments in their hands.
Performance!
The solemn performance that led the cycle of the four seasons, the birth and death of all things, as well as the rise and fall of all things, began!
At this moment, whether it was good, evil, lazy, or fanatical, all the mirror images were like Huai Shi, immersed in the melody.
This was why Russell had confidence in Huai Shi.
In fact, in order to not cause any negative interference, he deliberately hid it from him.
If it was an essence that had nothing to do with Huai Shi, then it wouldn't matter even if they were all killed.
But if it really came from a part of Huai Shi, then it was impossible for a second situation to occur!
If it was to determine who would become Huai Shi, what kind of battle would be more suitable than this?
"Look, the musician's special performance has begun!"
Russell laughed and looked at the illusion in the mirror with gratification.
Enjoy the performance, Huai Shi.
It's because this wonderful experience of playing with yourself countless times can only be had at this moment!
This is a surprise that Teacher specially prepared for you …
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