Chapter 477 Encounter "Justice", who was wearing a simple dress, glanced sideways at "Magician" and understood what she was thinking. The lady nodded slightly and said: "It would be abnormal if He didn't intervene in this incident. You know what He wants most." The "magician" didn't hesitate any longer. He sighed and laughed, then stepped into the crumbling darkness. "Justice" follows closely behind. As soon as the two figures disappeared, in the St. Vieve Church in Trier Island, rays of sunlight shone into the sky from the bottom up, condensing into a miniature sun. This "sun" cast its light into the darkness of the Breeze Ballroom, outlining a translucent woman in a white robe inlaid with gold thread. She had a beautiful face and a holy temperament, and it seemed that she would never be stained by the slightest bit of dust. The patron saint of Trier did not even glance at the Convent of the Sacred Heart, but walked straight through the illusory door that was slightly open. Almost at the same time, a whistle sounded from the Cathedral of the "God of Steam and Machinery" in the north of Trier. It was like part of the ritual, bringing with it the plumes of black iron chimneys that crowned the building. A large amount of pale white mist poured into the air, twisting and squirming to form a human figure.

The figure was tall, handsome, with long chestnut hair, and wore a monk-like grey robe and white apron. He is the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church's latest rotation St. Benoit of Trier. This angel did not enter the seal like Saint Vieve, but stayed in the air, guarding against other accidents, such as the attack of the evil god from the "Rose School". At this moment, a huge tornado arose, bringing with it dark clouds, lightning and heavy rain, covering the golden sun above the Sacred Heart Monastery. As this doomsday celestial phenomenon unfolded, the ritual effect, which had become extremely unstable due to various interferences, could no longer be maintained. The people in the paintings wandering on the ground and the surrounding buildings were so unreal that they could be seen to be fake at a glance. This virtual reality-like scene overlapped with the real market area again. Just as the upside down was about to turn over and the ground and the underground were about to reverse their positions, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the darkness of the Breeze Ballroom, which had already cracked like a mirror. The figure had straight eyebrows, blue eyes, and long chestnut hair that fell to the waist. He wore a white shirt with ribbon flowers on the upper body, a brown patterned captain's coat, and a pair of off-white trousers and a pair of dark brown leather boots on the lower body. In her left hand, she held a golden object covered with mysterious patterns, which looked like a miniature kettle. Silently, the wick extending from the "mouth" of the object burned on its own, spraying upwards a sticky golden light like a stream of water. A distorted and blurred pale golden figure emerged from the light, and said in a majestic voice: "In order to solve your father's problem, we can only let him accept another kind of pollution of the same level that is more suitable for him, so as to form a certain balance..." The woman holding the strange lamp looked deeply at the pale golden figure, and her body suddenly became ethereal and decomposed into countless symbols and words, which flowed through the slammed iron-black door and the completely collapsed darkness like a torrent. ………… After Franca and Anthony Reid, who were engulfed by the dark light, regained their vision, they found themselves in a dim mine. A little light shone through from the far end of the mine, providing faint visibility. Damn it, is this a special mirror world again? Did the changes in the market area cause the statue of the "Original Witch" and the ancient mirror to resonate, causing a chain reaction? Franca couldn't help but curse inwardly. What do you call this? This is called a broken roof and it rains at night! As a "spectator", Anthony Reid's first choice after confirming his own condition is to observe his surroundings. He found that this mine was not very big, but there was no other tunnel connected to it. There was only one way forward, the one closer to the light.

At this time, Franca also found that this place was not the same as the last time she came in. It seemed that she had reached the end of a dead end. Of course, she and Lumian had never really explored this special mirror world before, so it was normal that they had not seen or known many areas. "Where is this?" Anthony Reid had just asked Franca, who obviously knew something, when he saw a figure emerging from the crack in the rock wall on the side. The figure curled up, hugged itself, and shivered. He was wearing army green clothes and had a light yellow crew cut, and he looked just like Anthony Reid himself! As if sensing Anthony's gaze, the figure turned his head and looked over, his dark brown eyes full of resentment and viciousness. "The you in the mirror isn't very aggressive." Franca said in a familiar tone without being frightened. The trembling Anthony Reid then disappeared. Franka withdrew her gaze and briefly explained what this place was and how to leave. She had just checked the items on her body and found that only the ancient silver mirror was missing. The skeleton statue of the "Original Witch" was still in her hand. Franka finally said: "The problem now is that there is a powerful monster guarding the way out. I relied on Charles' special ability to divert it last time, but now I don't know what to do. "Let's find out if there is another exit first. Well, we have to hurry up. Staying in this mirror world for too long will cause problems." "Okay." Anthony Reid had no experience in this area and chose to follow Franca's advice. The two ignored the faces and figures hidden in the darkness on both sides, and quickly moved forward and entered the only tunnel. The further you go on this road, the brighter it becomes and the higher the visibility. After walking for a while, Franka and Anthony Reid stopped at a place that seemed to be an exit. It was like a cave, sealed by pure light. After the two looked at each other, Franka began to use methods such as "magic mirror divination" to confirm the authenticity and danger of the exit. However, she received no response. "Huh..." Franca exhaled and said to Anthony Reid, "Try it. If it doesn't work, go back. There is no other way." "Yeah." Anthony Reid nodded, and together with Franca, he pressed his hands on the "light gate". Their figures immediately penetrated into the past. ………… Lumian and Janna kept running between the gray-white stone pillars that were either standing or collapsed, and finally came to the edge of the area paved with light black stone bricks. But what they saw was still the magnificent city of pitch black and blood red, and the giant figure shrouded in strong winds, lightning, heavy rain, smoke and fire. The only difference is that they have changed from facing the giant figure and weather turbulence to being on the side now. "We were running in the opposite direction, why are we coming back?" Janna whispered in confusion. Lumian looked back and said: “As a ‘hunter’, it is unlikely for me to get lost. The current situation shows that there is something wrong with the direction of this space. “Maybe, no matter where we go, we’ll end up back here.”

The only thing he was thankful for was that the distance between him and the giant figure was barely widened, estimated to be about two to three thousand meters. After listening to Lumian's explanation, Janna looked forward. She saw pieces of mirror fragments scattered outside the light black stone bricks, on the wilderness connecting to the magnificent city. They were not large, but there were many of them, tens of thousands, countless. Lumian stared at the scene, but he was thinking about something else. He just thought of a way to quickly restore his spirituality: In this place that can effectively weaken the influence of the evil god, a ritual is held to steal gifts and advance to Sequence 6 “Acetic” of the “Fate” Path! While making various states less stable, this can help Lumian instantly recover his spirituality and gain enhancement. In other words, exchange the stability of the current state for spiritual enhancement and replenishment. Before the ceremony, Lumian needed to confirm one thing: That is, whether this place will be invisible to Mr. Fool. In that case, the seal itself, which is without intelligence, is likely to be used by Thermipolos to escape through the ritual. After all, the essence of that ritual is to create a crack in the seal and draw the corresponding fateful power out! Just as Lumian was about to ask Janna to help him guard the surroundings, he saw a figure emerging from a broken mirror in the wilderness. His and Janna's pupils dilated, and they instinctively hid behind the gray-white stone pillar next to them and the pile of stones caused by its partial collapse. The figure soon became real, wearing a black cloak and a little over meters tall. Lumian glanced in that direction furtively, then looked away. He felt that the figure looked familiar. Not long after, he heard a familiar voice coming from a farther side: "You're not slow at all." This, this is Gardner Martin! He came in too? Lumian didn't dare to stick his head out to observe. Then he remembered who the man in the cloak was: The Carbonari member he had met and followed by Franka! Shouldn't the Carbonari cause chaos on the surface? Lumian wondered. At this time, Janna took out a mirror and gestured to ask if she needed help. She can perform mirror magic, which simply utilizes mirror-like objects within a small range and displays their reflections on a designated mirror. And very close to them, on the edge of the wilderness, there were a large number of mirror fragments scattered around. Lumian shook his head slowly, and told Jenna with his mouth and gestures, "Wait a minute." There's no need to take the corresponding risks now, wait until the critical moment to do this. At this time, a slightly mellow and deep voice responded to Gardner Martin: "Where is the president of your Iron Cross?" "Of course we go there," Gardner Martin said with a smile, "That's where the big guys are, and we have our own mission." He paused and said: "Why are you still wearing the cloak? Is there someone else underneath?" "You're still as cautious as ever," the deep voice lamented. Lumian and Janna then heard the rustling sound of clothing.

Lumian immediately winked at Janna. Janna understood what he meant, and she stroked the mirror and silently recited the spell. The water surface was floating, reflecting a human figure. The figure was wearing a cloak but no hood. He had thick, slightly curly hair, sharp eagle eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and a bulge in the middle of his nose. This...Lumian recognized this person. Philip! Dead General Philip! (End of this chapter)