Mystery: The Stranger

Chapter 28 Light and Darkness 1

It's right.

Since the fall of the Void Demons in the Second Era, the newly risen Abyss Grand Dukes have tacitly joined forces to suppress the Void Demon race in order to compete for resources. Now, there are very few Void Demons left, and they have long lost their former glory.

Even those individuals who miraculously survived should recognize reality, rather than being so arrogant as to attempt to challenge the noble Beria.

Snow's projection didn't waste any words. Its figure suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of the Mirror Apostle in the next second. A jet-black mental whip condensed at its fingertips and pierced straight into the opponent's spirit!

"A mere trick." The Mirror Apostle sneered, its eyes instantly transforming into a smooth, mirror-like surface. A mental whip shot out from its fingertips, colliding violently with Snow's attack!

This is the unique ability of the Mirror Apostle—Mirror Replication, which can perfectly simulate the opponent's attack methods.

boom!

The moment the two mental whips collided, the Mirror Apostle's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a sharp pain shot through his forehead—the ability to simulate was ultimately not as pure as the original, and its power was slightly inferior.

Snow's Abyss projection trembled and nearly collapsed, as it was only a spiritual projection, not the real body, and could not withstand a strong backlash.

"That talisman, was it given to you by Karen Tamara to deal with Viscount Grey?" In the basement, Saratas looked at the image projected back from the magic circle, his tone somewhat amused.

"Since it's for me, how I use it is my business." Snow didn't even lift his eyelids, focusing intently on controlling the projection.

"This Mirror Apostle has a lot of tricks up its sleeve, it won't be easy to kill." Xalatas' tone became more serious. "If we can't finish this quickly, we'll be in trouble once the barrier breaks and the Belial family's reinforcements arrive."

"It's okay, it'll be quick," Snow said calmly and confidently.

In the abyss, the Apostle of the Mirror had already seen through Snow's true nature: "So you're just a projection. You don't dare to use your real body to enter the Belial family's territory. You're nothing special."

Its words were sarcastic, but its actions became increasingly cautious. The power of the Ninth Law Talisman continued, and it could feel its own power being slightly suppressed—this talisman was originally crafted by the demigod Karen specifically to target Sequence 5, and was originally intended for Snow to suppress Viscount Grey, but it was equally applicable to dealing with the Mirror Apostle.

Snow's projection launched another attack, unleashing a barrage of sulfur fireballs and magma swords, combined with the various abilities of the Filthy Words, in an attempt to suppress the Mirror Apostle. However, the Mirror Apostle also possessed these basic demonic abilities, and was even more adept at them, causing Snow's projection to retreat steadily.

If it weren't for the need to guard against the eerie mental attacks that Snow's projection occasionally unleashed, and if the Mirror Apostle hadn't gone all out in an all-out attack, it might have already destroyed Snow's Abyss Projection.

As time went by, the power of the Ninth Law Talisman began to decline, and the light of the transparent barrier gradually dimmed.

Snow's projection was already injured, and now it was even more shaky, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Have you run out of tricks?" The Apostle of the Mirror sneered, and the ram's horns on his head suddenly lit up with red light, sending a condensed spiritual shockwave toward Snow's projection.

Snow's projection, seemingly cornered, suddenly revealed a strange smile. Instead of dodging, it channeled all its remaining energy, transforming into a black shadow and lunging at the Mirror Apostle, as if it were about to self-destruct and perish together with it.

"Foolish!" A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the Mirror Apostle. He activated the Mirror Stand again, and his figure instantly appeared on the other side of the room.

The mental shock hit Snow's projection directly, and the dark figure exploded, turning into a sky full of black mist.

The attack was effective; however, the Mirror Apostle remained vigilant, keeping a close eye on the spot where the black mist had dissipated, awaiting the removal of the Ninth Law Barrier, while silently thinking to himself:

Don't think this matter is over. If you dare to provoke the Belial family, even if you are the most elusive Void Demon, we will find your true form and sacrifice you.

boom!

With a soft sound, the baron's glove that Snow was wearing on the projection's hand flew out of the black mist and fell onto the stone ground.

Just then, a deadly sense of crisis suddenly rose in the heart of the Mirror Apostle!

It tried to dodge, but found that its body could not move at all—the barrier of the Ninth Law Talisman had not completely dissipated, but instead began to shrink wildly inward under the twisting power of the Baron's Glove!

The final depletion of the talisman's power actually accelerated the speed of spatial contraction, like a room that was rapidly shrinking, and it was locked inside, without even time to react, being pushed along by the invisible air wall formed by the power of order.

"How is this possible?!" The Mirror Apostle's expression changed drastically, finally losing his usual composure.

In the basement, Xalatas watched this scene, a look of disgust mixed with surprise on his face: "I never imagined that in this world, you could use... Holy Light like this?"

Snow slowly opened his eyes, a holy golden light flashing in them, and said calmly, "Holy light is the power of the heart, and it does not change with the environment."

boom!

Within the abyss, in the space barrier that had shrunk to its limit, a burst of pure holy light suddenly erupted, like the sun falling, instantly filling the entire narrow space and exploding directly onto the face of the Mirror Apostle!

Holy power is the nemesis of filthy and corrupt beings like demons, let alone such a close-range, instantaneous explosion. The Apostle of the Mirror let out a shrill scream as its body sizzled from the holy light, its dark gray skin instantly charred black, and the bat wings on its back burst into holy flames, continuously melting away.

Its consciousness was thrown into chaos by the impact of the holy light. Before it could recover, a dark rift suddenly opened in the space in front of it. It was the temporary portal that Snow had built using the Blade of the Dark Empire.

Snow's true form initiated the ritual in the basement. The tip of the Dark Empire Blade emitted dense shadow energy, like a giant maw, directly pulling the heavily wounded Mirror Apostle out of the abyss and slamming him heavily onto the stone floor of the basement.

"No!!" The Apostle of the Mirror struggled to get up, only to find that a pitch-black dagger had pierced its heart—the blade of the Dark Empire.

Snow bent down, placing his palm on the chest of the Mirror Apostle. The Vampire Trigger activated, and pale red energy flowed into his body along the dagger, replenishing the life force and spirituality he had consumed while controlling the projection and activating the ritual.

"Spare me... I'm willing to give you so much..." the Mirror Apostle pleaded weakly, his eyes filled with fear.

But Xalatas could no longer contain himself. He transformed into a black shadow and instantly ensnared the Mirror Apostle's soul, his shrill laughter echoing in the basement: "Too late! A Sequence 5 soul must taste quite good!"

Instead of immediately devouring it, she relentlessly tormented the Mirror Apostle's soul. Screams and pleas for mercy echoed through the basement for a long time, each tremor of the soul bringing Xalatas increasing pleasure. The Mirror Apostle's prayers could not be transmitted; within the ritual space constructed by the Dark Empire's Blade, all information was completely blocked, and pleas for mercy were utterly meaningless.

Until the soul of the Mirror Apostle was completely drained, a black crystal cluster covered with eerie patterns emerged from the withered bones—that was the extraordinary characteristic of the Desire Apostle. Countless illusory and broken faces were embedded in the crystal cluster, each with a different expression: ferocious, painful, or insane.