Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
One second, he was joking with Angor, and the next, Angor and Toby were dying right in front of everyone's eyes.
"What should I do?" Dave panicked. He had no idea what he could do to help Angor.
His eyes reddened as he turned to Prome.
Prome closed his eyes and shook his head bitterly. "A wizard is to an apprentice what a mountain is to a mound. I will never be able to shake him, and I can't save him. "
…
Angor, who was about to fall into the abyss of despair, suddenly heard footsteps coming from afar.
He looked up and saw Twilight standing several meters away from him.
Twilight stared at him with a cold expression. "Speak. Why did you attack the Twilight Auction Hall?"
Angor did not say anything. It was their fault. But speaking of intentions … what could he possibly have? Toby was blinded by anger, and Angor couldn't help but save him.
Impulsiveness was an original sin. This was Toby's fate.
Angor's silence didn't affect Twilight's mood. She only looked at him with disdain.
Angor kept looking at Toby, and Toby kept looking at Angor. Perhaps to both of them, this moment was the last scene of their lives.
"Don't say it. It's all about that eyeless man anyway. Whether you want to save him or not, the result is clear now. You're all going to die. "With that, Twilight turned around and slowly walked to the auction stage.
When Twilight turned around, she raised her hand, and a faint light appeared on her palm.
"You're so heartless, Twilight." Lydia's mocking voice echoed in the hall. "Look at that bird and that handsome boy. What a beautiful show. I'm going to cry. It's even better than tomorrow's Phantom Feast. "
"Lady Lotus, you like to see such a beautiful scene destroyed, don't you?" Twilight spoke calmly.
"You know me so well." Lydia's voice suddenly changed, as if a gentle lover had turned into an evil witch. "I like this kind of cruelty. It's better to see something even crueler. Ahahahahaha!"
Twilight didn't respond. Anyone who dared to cause trouble in Twilight Auction Hall was challenging the authority of Twilight Well. No matter who it was, they would pay for it.
While talking to Toby, Angor suddenly thought of Jon when he was about to die.
"I can't die like this!" He hadn't fulfilled his promise with Jon yet.
He hadn't seen his brother get married yet. He hadn't seen the glory of the Padt Family. He hadn't witnessed the glory of the Lionheart. He … There were so many things of a man's of a man...
But under such circumstances, how could he not die?
A Wizard and a level-1 apprentice?
Angor, he, of course, but a few? How could he survive?
Angor's of his first thought.
Who else could save him now?
Was it Flora? Angor looked at Room 35 with a pleading look. He was sure Flora saw him and Toby, but she didn't do anything. Only a cold silence.
When he jumped over the railing on the second floor and reached the stage, Flora complained about how he overestimated himself.
Angor understood Flora's choice.
He once said that he wouldn't leave his fate in someone else's hands. But at a time like this, he actually hoped that someone would save him? He was too naive.
Why would anyone save him in the cruel wizarding world? Just like the Saintess of the Winged Men, hoping for someone to avenge her was nothing but a pipe dream.
Angor watched as the light in Twilight's hand grew brighter and brighter. He frowned.
The only thing he could do was to save himself. However, he couldn't use spells in this place. Even if he could, he wouldn't be able to last one round against a Wizard. There were still so many Twilight Adepts around. Why did he think he could escape from their encirclement?
Was there nothing else he could do?
Angor's mind began to spin wildly. All he could think of was a way to survive.
No! He couldn't use spells, but he could use illusions. Didn't the music box trigger illusions?!
He didn't care whether the illusions would work or not. He decided to set them up first.
Angor tried to set up a Melodious Illusion with the loud noise around him. However, reality always went against his will. He tried to release illusion nodes, but he couldn't release any mana from his body.
The magic array was still working.
At this moment, he remembered that the reason why the music box's Cloud Sky Illusion worked was because it was opened on the auction stage, and there was no magic array there. Besides, the illusion wasn't offensive, which meant it wouldn't trigger the magic array's counterattack and cover the entire inner hall.
Without illusions, his chances were even lower.
What should he do?
Angor's heart was pounding. He already knew that if he couldn't think of a way out, he would be killed by Twilight's light in the next second.
Hearing his heartbeat, Angor's eyes suddenly brightened up.
He remembered the Melodious Illusion created by Sunders using his heart, as well as the microscopic illusions he used to create the demon falcon ornament and the music box.
Why do illusion nodes have to be outside my body? I'll do it inside my body! My organs will be the nodes, my brain will be the core, and my body will be the carrier!
Angor didn't dare to waste any time. He quickly used his organs as nodes to set up illusions inside his body. When the first node was lit up, Angor felt extreme pain all over his body. But it was nothing compared to the pain he felt inside his heart. Angor didn't stop at all and continued to light up the next node. Sweat and blood oozed out of every pore on his body, from his forehead to the tip of his eyebrows and all over his body.
Angor's movement didn't escape the eyes of all the wizards in the room, including Twilight.
Twilight quickly saw through Angor's plan. He was setting up an illusion, and it seemed to be a Melodious Illusion. She didn't care about an illusion set up by an apprentice at all.
Only the man in the gentlemanly suit in Room 19 opened his eyes under the flickering light. "What nonsense."
Twilight didn't interrupt Angor's illusion. She even stopped sending energy into her palm. She wanted to see how childish an apprentice's final struggle was.
Angor had completely forgotten about the others while he was setting up his illusion.
Angor suddenly gained an understanding of illusions these days. He could even use illusions to fool other people's senses. But it didn't work on wizards, so he had to think of another way.
He remembered Lady Mirror once said that his illusion contained a trace of the Nightmare Realm. As for why, Angor assumed it was because he was thinking about the Nightmare Realm when he was constructing the illusion. But that didn't explain why there was a shadow of the Nightmare Realm in the illusion. Was it because he was thinking about the Nightmare Realm?
And even if he could create an illusion, could he really escape from a wizard? What should he do then? Even if the illusions were connected to the Nightmare Realm, even if he could affect other people's emotions, would he be able to escape from Twilight's clutches?
Speaking of power … Angor suddenly thought of … a person.
If he could use the feeling he felt from that person, maybe he could buy some time.
Whatever. While he was building his illusion, he thought about someone else. A woman who once gave him a scar.
…
"Using his own body as a medium to create an illusion. Looks like he's improved a lot. He's really good at creating illusions. But … using his own body? That's a bit ridiculous. " Flora giggled. Then she frowned. "But you can use this method to create an illusion in a situation like this. But even if you set up an illusion, do you have any other countermeasures? "
Flora floated in the air and giggled to herself.
Suddenly, Little Red let go of Flora and held her head tightly with its bony hands, which were also skeletons.
"What's wrong, Little Red?" Flora asked.
"Save him …" The flames in the skull's eye sockets flickered as if they would go out at any moment.
"Save Angor?" Flora pouted and humphed. "Why should I? I had so many enemies after me, and my professor didn't save me."
Little Red didn't show any more emotions to Flora. Instead, it held its head and looked like it was in great pain.
"Little Red? What's wrong with you? "
While Angor was building his illusion, wisps of white smoke were coming out of his body. As the smoke spread out, the room was filled with strange illusions of trees, strange animals, and back to reality. It looked like a montage of messy clips.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Such a terrible illusion. What a spectacle." Lydia looked at the illusions that kept changing between normal and normal. Compared to the creator of the music box, Angor's illusion was like heaven and earth.
Twilight also shook her head in disdain.
The man in room 19 frowned as a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"Enough of this farce." Twilight looked at the trashy illusion and raised a hand. A beam of light shot toward Angor.
Before the beam reached Angor's forehead, the illusion suddenly changed. Billowing white smoke was released from Angor's body.
Earlier, it was only a faint white smoke. Now, it was a thick white smoke that rose to the sky.
As the white smoke soared into the sky, the scattered light actually disappeared.
Twilight stared at Angor in shock. What's going on? How could an illusion resist her Traceless Light?
At this moment, a strange sound of gongs, drums, and horns could be heard from the white fog.
Everyone was blinded for a moment, and in the next second, they found that the environment in the inner field had changed, and they appeared in the hall of an extremely luxurious ancient castle.
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