Looking back, in the corner of the castle hall, the young man who constructed the illusion was still emitting white fog. The white fog completely enveloped him, and only his bloodstained feet could be faintly seen. As the white fog continued to spread, it didn't take long for even his feet to be completely covered.
"Not a bad illusion. Considering this young man's age, the hall looks quite real." Lydia's voice came from behind.
Everyone turned around and saw Lydia sitting in front of a luxurious round table. She was wearing a Glittering Jewel robe and sitting elegantly on one of the chairs.
Lydia was a very beautiful woman. She was wearing a bright red robe, and her pink hair was tied up in a bun. Sitting in front of the luxurious round table, it was as if they were one with the extravagant style of the illusion.
When the others saw Lydia, she saw them too.
Lydia frowned. "Huh? Even if it's an illusion, I should be in a private room. They can't see me."
Lydia turned around and saw a white-haired old wizard standing in front of a mural, leisurely looking at the portrait of a person.
Lydia knew this old wizard. He was one of the veteran wizards in the room next to hers. The old wizard seemed to have noticed Lydia as well. He turned around and smiled at her.
According to the design of the VIP rooms, Lydia could not see the people in the other VIP rooms. But in this illusion, the "walls" between the rooms seemed to be transparent.
"Interesting." Lydia's lips curled into a mysterious smile.
Lydia looked at the round table and the chair she was sitting on. She was originally sitting on the long sofa. Although she was still sitting on it now, the sofa was gone.
She also noticed something else. Some of the Apprentice Adepts in the inner arena were in a complete mess. When the illusion was created, the stools they were sitting on had mysteriously … disappeared?
"Is this some kind of illusion?" Lydia once fought an illusionist wizard who was a master of illusions. His illusions were so realistic that he could turn a wand into a viper even if the opponent was holding it in his hand. Even if you knew it was an illusion, the snake could still hurt you or even kill you. This was one of the wonders of wizard-level illusions.
How could a mere apprentice construct such an illusion?
Lydia stood up and slowly approached one of the apprentices who used to stay in the inner hall.
She was in a VIP room on the third floor, while the apprentice was sitting on the first floor. If she wanted to talk to him, she would have to go around the wall of the room and cross the third floor to reach him. However, after a few steps, Lydia found herself standing next to the apprentice.
"Is this really an illusion?" Lydia was puzzled.
This question was on the minds of almost everyone present. Are you sure this is an illusion and not some other space?
…
Dave and Prome also landed in the hall. Before Dave could figure out why the stairs and height difference disappeared, he quickly ran toward Angor.
"Angor!" Dave knew Angor's situation, so he didn't act recklessly. While everyone was distracted by the strange illusion, he quietly approached Angor.
The white mist around Angor kept expanding. When Dave snuck into the mist from one side, the others did not notice him at all.
Dave crawled to Angor's side and tried to touch him, but he heard Angor panting in fear. "Dave! Don't touch me! "
"Angor, are you okay?" Dave was a little flustered. "What should we do now? Can you get out of here with the illusion? "
Angor's mind was in a strange state. He saw the place and the creatures that once terrified him. He had a feeling that he must not disturb them. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Therefore, when David approached, he stopped him in a low voice.
"Don't worry about me. Take Toby away and ask Master Prome to save him." Angor breathed heavily. "Tell him that if I survive this, I'll help him make a weapon to counter the undead creatures. I'll draw Prelude to Elimination … But tell him to save Toby. Make sure he doesn't let anything happen to Toby."
Dave's face was pale, but he still obeyed Angor's order. He carefully picked up Toby and asked in a trembling voice, "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me. I have a plan."
Under Angor's angry glare, Dave finally left quietly.
After Dave left, Angor revealed a bitter smile. "A solution?" What could he possibly do? He couldn't even take care of himself.
David put Toby in his pocket and carefully walked out of the white mist. Then, he snuck towards Prome.
The others might not have noticed him due to the illusion, but Twilight did. She didn't do anything. She glanced at Dave and then looked at the mist again.
The illusory realm constructed by this young man made her a little confused. Was it really just an illusion?
Twilight felt a little regretful that she didn't stop Angor from creating the illusion. She wanted to see how ridiculous a level-1 apprentice's trump card was. However, her trump card didn't work yet, but she was already feeling uneasy.
At this time, Twilight heard a commotion not far away. She turned to look.
She turned around and saw a barefoot girl floating in the air with a gloomy expression.
Twilight knew who it was. It was Flora, the Blood Witch. She was also a golden VIP of the auction and was sitting in VIP Room 35.
However, Flora looked a little strange today.
It wasn't her expression or her clothes. It was because … there was a skeleton clinging to her behind her back.
Twilight took a closer look and did indeed see the shadow of a skeleton, but it was flickering in and out of existence, making it difficult for her to confirm.
"Since when did you have such a strange hobby, Flora?" Lydia suddenly stood in front of Flora. Her fiery red robe contrasted with Flora's dark-purple doll dress.
"Strange hobby? You mean I like to drink blood and kill people, or cut them into pieces? Oh right, I like to kill women in red the most. "Flora sneered.
Lydia curled her lips. "Since when do you like to carry skeletons on your back?"
Skeletons? Flora narrowed her eyes. "What did you say? You can see Little Red? "
"Little Red? You mean this skeleton that's holding its head and howling in pain? What an old-fashioned name, "Lydia said.
Flora ignored Lydia and grabbed a random apprentice. "Can you see Little Red on my back?" She questioned him in a harsh tone.
"Wha — Little Red? I can only see a vague shadow of a skeleton. "
Flora's frown deepened after she got her answer. She tossed the apprentice aside. She thought to herself, "What's going on? What the hell did Angor do? Why can Little Red be seen by other people? "
Flora clenched her teeth and sighed. "What a pain!"
She ignored Lydia's mockery and rushed toward Angor.
While Twilight was still wondering why Flora was here, something strange happened again.
Someone screamed in pain from the mist, which Flora recognized as Angor's voice right away.
Along with this miserable cry, the faint sounds of gongs, drums, and horns that the others had heard suddenly became clear.
Everyone was attracted by the scream and looked in the direction of the white fog.
At this moment, a strange palpitation spread through their hearts. It was as if a deep terror was slowly approaching them.
Twilight's brows furrowed as she felt her heart palpitate. Twilight's guards came and stood beside her. "Can you contact the backstage?" Twilight asked in a low voice.
The guard captain shook his head. "Lady Twilight, we can't contact the outside world at all. This illusion seems to be a real space. The walls feel real to us. Currently, the only door is behind the white fog. "
Twilight's heart skipped a beat. She looked at the mist again and unleashed ten beams of light from her fingers. Under everyone's gaze, ten beams of light rushed into the mist, stirring up everything in their way.
Twilight aimed at the spot where Angor was lying on the ground. However, she only received the sound of metal bouncing back.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, all the light beams bounced back.
Several missed their target, while two unlucky ones hit two people. However, they were two guards from Twilight. One of them was hit in the head and died on the spot, while the other had a hole in his chest. He didn't look like he was going to make it.
Twilight's expression turned gloomy when she saw her men dying. It was a simple matter, and the troublemakers were only apprentices. But now, things turned out this way. Not only did the troublemakers survive, but they also lost their men.
"It's my fault. I'll report it to the family." Twilight looked at the other guard who was about to die and spoke in a guilty tone.
As Twilight spoke, a strange team of teacups stepped out of the white mist.
Everyone frowned as they looked at the long line of strange music … They were all white porcelain teacups with heart-shaped symbols. They had thin arms and legs like matchsticks, and they were holding various musical instruments. Some were even floating in the air and playing the piano.
Strangely enough, the music they played seemed to have materialized. Staves wriggled out of the teacups like wisps of smoke. The musical notes looked like tadpoles dancing on the staves.
They looked like a dreamy band for young girls, but the music they played was eerie and creepy.
"What's that?" Twilight was surprised. She launched several beams of light at the band.
However, as soon as the beams touched the band, they were bounced back by the instruments.
Twilight finally understood what was going on. It was the band's doing. But where exactly did this band come from?
Twilight attacked the teacup band a few more times, but to no avail. Seeing this, the other wizards and guards began to attack as well. But they did not do anything to the band.
"It's all that kid's fault. Kill him and it'll be over."
With that, Twilight dashed into the mist and saw Angor lying on the ground, heavily injured. She snickered and reached out a hand. Her fingernails turned into sharp claws and stabbed at Angor's chest.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing chuckle that sounded like a bell in the middle of a dark night came from inside his body.
"Heeheeheeheehee —"
Along with this terrifying laughter, the teacup band in front suddenly stopped playing and shouted in a strange voice like that of a child, "Queen Night Patrol!"
Before Twilight could react, her hand was grabbed by another hand.
Twilight turned around and saw a black-clothed man standing beside her.
"Mister Sunders?!"
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