"Those aren't real angels," Alaya repeated firmly as he looked at the enemies in the distance. "They're all missing angels!"
Alaya's words caused everyone to pause in surprise. I lowered my head and silently wondered if I should comment on the term "missing angels". It seemed that the current situation wasn't suitable for me to comment on …
"They're projections?" Lin Xue furrowed her eyebrows. "I see. I was wondering why there was always interference when I tried to predict their weaknesses. So they're just a bunch of shadows with no past or future … Holy mother, even a bunch of projections are so powerful? Are the mystics of the old Empire all monsters? What level are these guys in the old Empire mystics at? "
"Mid to high-level commanders. Three of them are almost at the level of a leader." As Alaya spoke, he waved his hand and summoned a gigantic hammer of Holy Light, smashing one of the enemies Shallow shallow released into a mist of light. This was our battle strategy. Shallow shallow would suppress all the enemies on the battlefield, and she would release a few at a time. The rest of us would be in charge of focusing fire on these incredibly powerful Schilling Angels. During this time, Sandora and Big Sis would maintain an AOE skill to suppress all the enemies' spiritual power and luck. We had a clear division of labor and great teamwork, and there would be no mistakes (after all, there were several girls in our team who had no combat power to protect). This wasn't the first time we had done such a coordinated battle. As for non-combatants like Lin Xue, they were in charge of acting as bystanders in the middle of the team, as well as suppressing Xiaoxue whenever she pulled out two large balls of flowers and jumped around cheering us on.
After everyone learned that the enemies before them weren't actual apostles, they didn't have to worry about anything. We had an unquestionable advantage in terms of combat power to begin with (even if we had to protect several people who had no combat power to protect). The only threat the enemies posed was because they were on home turf. That was why the moment we started fighting, the number of Schilling Angels instantly decreased. However, the enemies' survivability was indeed quite high. The power of Holy Light was indeed the most suitable power for "protection" and "salvation" effects. When the enemies were on full defense, it would still take quite some effort to instantly kill them. After all, there were still enemies that were almost at the level of a leader. What did it mean to be almost at the level of a leader? That was the level of the 300 commanders back then. Just think about how difficult it was to instantly kill three Sicarus.
However, it was just that his survivability was unexpectedly strong. There was no suspense in this battle. In fact, when the number of enemies was reduced to half, even the young crow, Medivh, was put on the battlefield by her sister. That silly bird also wanted to help her master beat up the bad guys. Those were her exact words.
Regardless of intelligence, Medivh's combat power wasn't actually that weak. Even though she was quite young, she ate the essence of a true God's power. Sometimes, I felt that this bird most likely had some sort of main character aura. Otherwise, how could she casually dig up elixirs from the ground and eat them to increase her power by tens of thousands of years? The impact of a hundred-meter-tall giant bird rushing into the battlefield was huge. Even though it didn't know how to concentrate its power and couldn't produce that kind of high-precision killing power, it didn't do much damage to the enemies. However, a giant energy ball wrapped in storms, arcane spells, shadows, and magma splashing everywhere in their camp was definitely not a good time for the angels. Their originally neat formation was tossed around by the huge silly bird and quickly became a mess. The silly bird's fighting style was especially unrestrained. She would desperately use all the skills she could, roll around in the enemy's camp, make a scene, scratch, and scream. Then, she would rush back and gasp for breath for a long time. Then, she would rush out and do it again … Anyway, she wouldn't die. This bird left her human body in our protective circle. Now, she was completely unkillable.
In that case, the little crow wasn't that stupid after all.
"Actually, the psyche bodies shouldn't be this powerful," Alaya explained to us through the spiritual link during the battle. "But this tower has strengthened them. The enemy is using the entire tower's magic to replenish their strength. Furthermore, this strange space can suppress the intruders to a certain extent, making these psyche bodies almost as difficult to deal with as the main body." But, Alaya was able to use the tower's magic to replenish his strength. The mystics of the old Empire have many unimaginable means. Compared to the more quantifiable technological side, the mystics' warriors are filled with more variables and can more flexibly adjust the combat power of both sides. In short … it's very troublesome to deal with them. "
It sounded troublesome, but in reality, there weren't many enemies left. I felt that these so-called 'psyches' didn't seem to have complete intelligence. Even though they showed signs of communicating with each other, at least their fighting style was very rigid. This was an important reason why they hadn't been able to cause too much damage to us since the beginning of the battle. Perhaps it was because they weren't in their main bodies.
Under the roar of Pandora's and Weska's cannons, as well as the violent smashing of the five Protoss cops, the remaining six or seven groups of hostile angels finally lost their combat power, turning into light spots that filled the sky and dissipating into the air. This battle that had come out of nowhere, and the process was twisted and crooked, but the result was satisfactory, had finally come to an end.
"Caw caw! Caw caw! " The loud caw of a crow echoed everywhere. The silly bird, who felt that she had made a great contribution, flapped her wings and ran around wildly. Her movements were as loud as ever. She ran for a full minute before she finally calmed down. She stood in front of us and lowered her gigantic beak to rub against my face. I had already given up on trying to tell the difference between a duck and a crow. I only tapped her beak in approval.
… It was as hard as a battleship's armor plate. I remembered that two unlucky enemies were pecked to death by this silly bird …
The chaotic energy in the surroundings dissipated quickly and the distorted space returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, we returned to the first floor of the Illusory Tower. The huge and spacious hall was the same as before. There were no signs of battle, as though the battle just now hadn't happened. The only change was that the ubiquitous mist had disappeared.
"It seems that we have obtained a prisoner of war." A faint hum of Holy Light came from behind. Sandora turned her head to take a look and revealed a strange smile. "Even though it's just a … psyche. Alaya, why hasn't this enemy dissipated yet? "
The enemy that Sandora referred to as a prisoner of war was the enemy angel that Little Bubble had "captured" earlier. I would temporarily refer to him as Angel A. After all the enemies outside the defense line had been destroyed, this captured enemy had been preserved until the very end. What was strange was that as the surrounding energy field dissipated, this creature of pure energy was actually still alive and seemed to be quite spirited. He or she was currently trying to negotiate with Little Bubble to get back his longsword and arcane magic ball, while the latter was still trying to ask for more shiny toys. The conversation between the two was a complete mess.
Alaya and Lin Xue went to check if there were any other abnormal energies in the hall to ensure that our next operation wouldn't trigger any more defenses. Meanwhile, I looked at the prisoner of war who was rigidly extending his arm towards Little Bubble, as though he was lacking in intelligence. The latter had some freedom of movement, but he was still restricted. Shallow Shallow's eyes never left this fellow, while Sandora was sharpening her claws on the side. Her older sister had already drawn the Olympic rings on her little notebook …
If this prisoner of war had any unexpected threats, he would definitely die in a variety of ways.
"Why don't we just kill him? It seems that there's no way to communicate with him." Shallow Shallow came to this conclusion after some consideration. I raised my head and glanced at her, only to discover that her expression was as cold as ice. She was still in her personality switching mode. In her eyes, the enemy was nothing more than a "useful/useless" object. If she was unhappy, she could just kill him without any psychological pressure.
"His hostility seems to have completely disappeared. What's going on?" Sandora used her claws to poke Angel A's face. Angel A instinctively tried to dodge, but apart from that, he seemed to completely ignore everyone around him as he stubbornly extended his arm towards Little Bubble. I had Sandora and Shallow Shallow weaken the suppression on Angel A, but this strange enemy didn't seem to have any intention of counterattacking.
More importantly, even an expert like Sandora couldn't sense any intention of attacking from Angel A — she had already branded Angel A's soul. As long as the target showed even the slightest bit of hostility, Angel A would launch a mental attack. However, Angel A's soul brand wasn't reacting at all.
"Is it because the defense system is offline, so the Tactician also lost his target?" The elder sister stuffed a note with the five Olympic rings drawn on it into the Tactician's clothes. "Okay, remove the suppression. The Tactician can no longer fight."
Shallow Shallow harrumphed coldly. She and Sandora both stopped their respective powers and immediately turned back into the joyful and curious little girl. She happily found a stick and poked Angel A's body. "Ah Jun, this fellow is like jelly. It's so soft!"
I quickly stopped her rash actions. "Cough cough. Shadows have human rights too. Don't be like that." Then, I squatted down to observe the prisoner. Even though the restraints on Angel A had been removed, Angel A didn't have any inclination to fight, just like what Sandora had said. He didn't even have the motivation to stand up. He just maintained his previous posture as he lay on the ground. He stubbornly reached out a hand towards Little Bubble. It seemed that the Holy Light longsword and arcane magic orb that had been stolen from him had become his greatest resentment. Previously, I had already noticed that there was something strange about this enemy. He or she didn't seem to have a solid physical body, but rather an indistinct shadow. Of course, the other party had a tangible body and wings that I could touch. From a rough appearance, it looked no different from Alaya or other angels, but … I couldn't see the other party's face clearly, as though there was a thick layer of mist. This angel's face was indistinct, and I was certain that this fellow definitely had a face, but I just couldn't see it clearly.
Furthermore, his figure was rather androgynous, and also a little blurry. He was wearing clothes that didn't differentiate between men and women (It looked a little like a modified military uniform). It was impossible to tell whether he or she was a man or a woman. However, the angel I interacted with the most was Alaya. My instincts told me that he was a woman … He looked rather slender.
"Ah Jun, do you think he's a man or a woman?" Shallow Shallow actually had the same thoughts as me. (What a scary thing! I actually had the same thoughts as this weird lass.) She leaned over and asked curiously. As she asked, she pressed on Angel A's chest and muttered, "Hmm, it's so strange. It feels like he's there, but at the same time, he's not there …"
I broke out in cold sweat and hurriedly pushed Shallow Shallow to the side. Then, I subconsciously glanced at Ji Shanshan and said, "It's impossible to tell from the chest."
Ji Shanshan was coaxing Little Bubble to return the item. At this moment, her entire body stiffened. She turned her head and shouted at me, "How rude! Pervert! Filthy! This King … If this King hadn't died so early, he could have grown even more! "
I silently glanced at Pandora and her sister. "Growing … depends on one's physique …"
The two 1.2m tall girls rushed over and smacked me on the head.
"For energy beings who have forgotten who they are, gender and appearance don't exist. It's meaningless." Alaya examined the area from afar before finally coming back to explain to us. "Apparition is a special phenomenon that occurs to high-level Mystic Apostles like me. Because we can become pure energy beings, high-level Mystic Apostles are extremely skilled in controlling energy. We can use this talent to create a pure energy clone that is almost identical to our main body. Unlike a mass projection or a mirror image, this clone possesses considerable combat strength. In some special situations, such as inside this tower, the clone is as powerful as the main body. The main body of these angels should be the builders of the Sky Tower. After they built this tower, they cast their apparitions into the tower's defense system, becoming the eternal guards of this place. This is equivalent to turning a part of their body into a component of the Sky Tower. Now that their main body is probably gone, this caused all the apparitions to go out of control. The apparitions that go out of control lose most of their memories and intelligence. They can only rely on their initial commands and conditioned reflexes. A pure energy being's body is determined by their consciousness. Therefore, losing their memories means that they will forget what they look like and can only maintain a blurry figure — just like this angel that Brother Monarch is looking at right now. The defense system is shut down, the main body is nowhere to be found, and the battle commands are cut off. The other party will become a living creature that is at a loss … It's no longer a threat. "
Sandora obviously had some relevant knowledge. After Alaya's hint, she understood the situation of these guards. Then, she looked at me. "Although they have lost their appearance and body due to forgetting their identity, the apparitions can still maintain eighty to ninety percent of their original physical features. According to my observations, this angel was originally a female. So — Ah Jun, if you keep pinching me, I'm going to get jealous!"
"Ugh, what?" I quickly let go of her and looked around innocently. "… This … This isn't my fault!"
Everyone expressed that they didn't know anything. Icetis suggested that Sandora go home and prepare a nail version.
"The security level of the tower seems to have been raised," Alaya suddenly spoke again. Alaya suddenly spoke up once more, saving my life. My slightly off-line younger angel sister didn't notice the change in the atmosphere around her as she continued to report her findings. "Other than the mirror entrance, all the areas above the 500th floor of the Mirage Tower are locked. The crystal doesn't show any teleportation options to those floors at all."
"Damn, so troublesome." Icetis swung her arms. It seemed that her hands were sore from the battle earlier. "Did you guys create this thing back then to torment people? Oh, I remember now. You don't know what's going on here either … Oh, damn! What's going on! "
Sister Bing's muttering came to an abrupt halt. Then, she suddenly screamed in surprise, attracting everyone's attention.
"What are you screaming for!" Sandora glared at the female pervert in dissatisfaction. She was trying to communicate with the captured angel, hoping to recall some of her memories. However, she was suddenly interrupted by Sister Bing's scream. Thus, she was in a bad mood.
"I suggest that we leave this damn place immediately." Icetis raised her claws and waved them in front of Sandora and me. "My heartfelt suggestion: Look at your own bodies."
"Body?" I lowered my head to take a look. I didn't notice anything abnormal. "Are we fine?"
"F * ck, you are the only one who is fine!" Icetis suddenly pulled Sandora over and pointed at her clothes. "Look for yourself! Her clothes are fading! "
I suddenly realized that the sky blue dress that Sandora was wearing had turned grayish-blue. Furthermore, the color was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"All the colors have faded." Monina's gaze swept across everyone quickly. Her blood-red eyes were now a dark gray. "I don't know when it started, but the colors on everyone's bodies are turning black and white …"
"This tower is assimilating the invaders! Hurry up and get out! " Lin Xue suddenly reminded us loudly. When she said that, almost all of the colors on her clothes had faded. She looked like an old photo from the last century. Then, she tugged at Alaya. "Stop spacing out. Hurry up and teleport everyone to the mirror!"
Even the slowest among them knew that they couldn't stay here for long. They ran towards the crystal cluster that was activating. As Icetis ran, she took out a small mirror and looked at herself. Then, she tugged at my arm happily. "Hey, Chen, look at my eyes. They are the same as yours! Black! Pure black! "
Sandora almost slipped and fell. "How did I get to know such a weirdo like you!"
Icetis laughed and pointed at Sandora's hair. "Your hair has turned white too! Both of us have the same hair now! Damn, Chen, your angel has turned into a pure white shadow! There isn't any transition color on her body at all! Where's Little Bubble? Little Bubble is gone again … Oh, she's hanging on Alaya. I can't even see her … "
Cold sweat covered my face. I had a feeling that I would level up three levels if I killed this idiot …
What made me even more depressed was that Shallow Shallow finally reacted. She held her face happily and said, "Ah Jun, Ah Jun, did I turn white?"
Baby, you have always been white, okay! Don't cause trouble at a time like this!
At the same time that this strange "black and white assimilation" was activated, the crystal cluster that was used for teleportation seemed to be suppressed. No matter how ear-piercing it screeched, the teleportation didn't activate. In the end, Icetis couldn't take it anymore. She swung her Holy Bible with chains and horns and smashed it at the crystal cluster. "I'll charge it for you! Secret technique? Forty-five degrees diagonal ramming repair technique! "
The Holy Bible exploded with a pale white (or maybe it was originally golden) holy light. Just as I thought that this weirdo had finally destroyed the teleportation system, everyone was teleported to the Hall of Mirrors. What the hell!
In the nick of time, we finally escaped from this dangerous and strange Mirage Tower.
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