abnabooks Chapter 113 A Half-Successful Attempt
Chapter 113 A Half-Successful Attempt
Chapter 113 A Half-Successful Attempt
Sirion raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised at Medici Soren Einhorn, who was still trying to recite his new honorific name:
"You actually brought up Adam's name. He was one of the masterminds behind your murder."
Medici Soren Einhorn shrugged, his expression unreadable, and said:
"There's no way around it; it's the shortest and most convenient name, and it works even if you just say it in your head."
"Battles are always a race against time. What enemy would be foolish enough to let someone recite such a long string of honored names?"
Before it could finish speaking, it was interrupted by the illusory mouths that grew from its cheeks:
"Are you talking about yourself, you stupid Medici?"
"Isn't it for this very reason that you made Sauron and me escape from your clutches more than once?"
"I remember you saying that weak people always like to forget some of their past failures. So you were talking about yourself."
Medici frowned, wanting to tear the two mouths off its face, but unfortunately it couldn't.
"Two corrupted idiots."
He cursed and looked at Sirion again:
"So, your pollution turns people into chatterboxes?"
"That's really interesting..."
"I don't know, after all, this is my first time trying to actively contaminate someone else." Xireen shrugged, paused slightly, and then suddenly said seriously:
"You don't need to keep shouting or cursing at him in your heart. He's watching, but he won't respond to you."
"you.."
Medici opened its mouth, but before it could speak, it was interrupted in its sight as Sirion's body suddenly became ethereal, transforming into a patch of overlapping starlight. Countless abstract symbols emerged from the starlight, gradually converging into a phantom-like, layered starlight gate.
It could sense that the starlight gate had established some kind of connection with itself, and it seemed to have become a key to open the gate.
"Is this your real purpose?"
"Then you're probably going to be disappointed. While I am alive, I can indeed appease disasters and establish connections, but right now, I am just an evil spirit, and I've been forced to mix two mentally challenged evil spirits."
The illusory lips formed by the wills of Sauron and Einhorn on Medici's left and right cheeks, unusually, offered no rebuttal or argument; under the pressure of crisis, they had finally reached a consensus.
Medici Soren Einhorn stared grimly at the starlight gate in the center of the hall, which was gradually solidifying and swaying.
It could clearly feel that some deep-seated aura within itself was being drawn out, and the banner-like mark on its forehead became even redder, as if blood was seeping out.
"He's making us sacrifice for disaster!"
"Aren't you going to try to stop it?"
Medici shrugged, responding leisurely to the question posed by the two mouths on his cheeks:
"How can I stop it? I'm just an evil spirit, and you two, as important components of it, have been corrupted."
"Or, how about we rebel by committing suicide? But do either of you have the courage?"
Soren and Einhorn together ignored Medici's suggestion:
"You've been corrupted too, otherwise, how could he use you to appease the calamity?"
"We are one, or perhaps you were corrupted, which then affected our will."
Seeing that his suggestion was ignored, Medici curled his lip in disdain:
"Pfft~ You two cowards, you're like this and you still think you can just live like this?"
It paused, then suddenly looked up and shouted at the air in front of it in a different tone:
"Adam, I know you're watching. Otherwise, how could these two corrupted idiots still maintain such a good self? They would probably have turned against us long ago."
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"Or are you planning to abandon this world?"
One second, two seconds...
After a brief silence, a gentle, calm voice echoed in Medici Søren Einhorn's ears:
"An attempt."
"While this pollution will affect you to some extent, it also gives you the possibility of leaving this underground ruin."
"Heh... So should I thank you?" Medici gave a disdainful smirk.
"No, this is an advance payment," Adam's voice echoed.
"you"
Medici opened his mouth, but didn't finish speaking, because Soren and Einhorn had already cursed out what he was about to say for him:
"You shady, sinister fellow, you make me want to vomit."
"You damn son of a bitch!"
slap~
Amidst the shouts and curses of Sauron and Einhorn, a crisp, ethereal shattering sound suddenly rang out.
The illusory starlight gate in the center of the hall, formed from countless abstract symbols, quietly shattered.
Amidst the scattered, multicolored starlight fragments, Cyril emerged with a pale face.
His attempt failed. Even a free "wanderer" cannot penetrate the fog of history. He even encountered the Hound of Fortune, who lived in the gaps of history.
After calming his restless spirit, he looked at Medici Soren Einhorn, who was talking to himself, and shook his head slightly.
"At least a 'Star Key' or even a 'Gate' is needed to forcefully enter the Western Continent."
"This is still under the premise of my position; otherwise, even a 'door' would not be able to break through the fog of history."
"The fog of history not only blocks the astral realm, the spirit world, and reality, but also isolates dimensions, unless I can truly enter the height of the 'higher-dimensional observer' and then descend from above."
As soon as he finished speaking, Adam's voice echoed quietly in his heart:
"This is just an attempt; failure is simply learning from experience."
"If you can get a response from within the Western Continent, the difficulty of 'opening the door' will be greatly reduced, just like when Greygari opened a tributary of the 'River of Eternal Darkness'."
"At that time, Sleeve only possessed authority at the level of the 'Key of the Star,' but with the support of the 'River of Eternal Darkness,' she was able to barely break through that historical fog."
Cyril nodded in agreement, then asked, "I think I've completed your mission. What's the reward?"
The surrounding mental world seemed to ripple with waves, and then Adam's voice echoed in his heart:
"If necessary, I can conjure up an extraordinary trait for you, either the 'Star Key' or the 'Planetary Planeswalker,' but the time limit is still no more than one minute."
"Alternatively, you may choose to view the blasphemous slab once."
Cyril tentatively asked, "Can I choose both?"
Adam: "Yes, but it will take time."
"Never mind then." He shook his head, looked at Medici Soren Einhorn, who was still cursing in the rusty high-backed chair, and tapped him lightly from a distance.
A cold, frosty-white ray of light, tinged with blue, shot out from between his fingers, striking Medici Soren Einhorn and covering him with a thin layer of transparent ice crystals.
The next second, crimson energy surged from the evil spirit's body, and in an instant, the ice crystals created by the magic vaporized and disappeared under the high temperature.
Medici Soren Einhorn's pale, almost translucent face glared at Cyril; the trick he'd just performed hadn't been very powerful.
It's more like an insult.
...As expected, the "Master of Tricks'" tricks in battle were only good for making people laugh and humiliate their enemies.
He silently grumbled to himself, then placed his hand on his chest and, with a smile, bowed to Medici Søren Einhorn.
"The matter is settled. Well then, the three of you, see you next time."
As he spoke, his figure quickly became transparent, then transformed into a few scattered, twinkling starlight points and disappeared into the hall.
As he left, the bright light inside the underground building disappeared, leaving only the flickering red flames on the metal lamp holders on both walls, barely illuminating the rusty hall.
On the high-backed chair, stained with mottled rust, Medici Soren Einhorn, whose armor seams occasionally released fragments of colored starlight, let out a long breath, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes as if to rest.
But the illusory mouths on its cheeks didn't stop there; Soren and Einhorn were actively discussing what had just happened:
"His condition didn't appear to be that good; even his demigod powers were probably just something Adam imagined."
"So what? We're just evil spirits hiding in dark, sunless underground ruins. These are things for those so-called righteous gods to worry about."
"We can leave this underground ruin now."
"But this could very well be a trap set by Adam. He might be somewhere watching us with a pen, waiting for us to walk into the story he has carefully crafted."
Medici, who was pretending to have his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and laughed:
"Heh... After saying all that, have you two been scared into cowardice by Adam?"
"Shut up!"
"We and Adam were enemies to begin with, but how does it feel to be betrayed by a former colleague?"
Medici chuckled and replied, "A thousand years have passed, and your methods of choosing haven't improved at all."
"Isn't betrayal the most common thing that 'conspirators' see?"
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Sauron: "Heh...do you really think so?"
Einhorn: "In this state of mutual interdependence, your thoughts are impossible to hide from us."
"You're angry, disappointed, and you want to confront him!"
Sauron: "Adam was right in front of you just now, why did you chicken out again?"
"Is your sharp tongue only useful when you're arguing with us?"
A flicker of impatience crossed Medici's pale face, followed by a cold snort:
"Stop mimicking the buzzing of flies! Don't you want to leave this wretched place you've lived in for thousands of years?"
Soren and Einhorn said in unison, "Of course!"