Count Tara Khan never expected to see another version of himself.

The person in front of him, both in appearance and demeanor, was exactly the same as himself, even if it was himself, he couldn't see any difference.

He carefully studied the man who had stopped after walking a few steps, trying to find even the slightest difference in the other person's face and body, but he couldn't find it.

The appearance is exactly the same, the outfit is no different, and the most important thing is that the demeanor and temperament on this person's face are not at all different from him.

The Count knows that there are many masters of disguise in this world, who can dress up like everyone else. But no matter how powerful the disguise master is, at most he will pretend to have the same appearance, and he can't even have the same temperament!

A person's temperament is accumulated from the person's life experience, and no matter how disguised, life experience cannot be disguised.

When a fake is standing alone in front of people, it may be possible to confuse those who are not very observant, but when the real thing stands together, anyone can see the difference unless they are particularly dull.

That feeling, which is difficult to describe in words, is temperament.

The temperament of the earl is that he has been intrigued for decades, has been in high power for decades, and has been decisive for decades...... Cultivated, he has enough confidence in this, thinking that no one can imitate it.

But at this moment, his self-confidence began to waver.

The person in front of him, not to mention his appearance, even if it is his temperament, is no different from himself.

He watched hard, paying special attention to the man's eyes—no matter how good a pretender was, it was hard to disguise them identically.

But what he saw was exactly what he saw in the mirror.

"No...... It can't be!"

The Count exclaimed, and shook his head again and again: "This is impossible! This is impossible!"

The man sneered and looked at him.

The sneer was also unparalleled in his familiarity, and although he rarely sneered in the mirror, he could clearly feel that it was the kind of smile he often had on his own face.

Suddenly, it dawned on the Count.

This is not a disguise at all, it is himself!

Someone magically recorded and projected his own image, trying to trick him with this!

"Think beautifully!" the Count roared, purple light flashed in his hand, and five magic balls of light flew out in an arc, alluding towards the strange man.

According to his imagination, this magic could pass through the phantom, or it could clash with the magic that built the illusion, canceling each other out. But he didn't expect that the man raised his right hand, and the same purple light flashed on his hand, and a light shield with a slight grayish and black color appeared in front of him, completely intercepting his magic.

"No...... No way!"

The Count took a few steps back, his body trembling slightly.

He was familiar with this magic, because it was one of the magic he was best at.

What frightened him even more was that when this man cast a spell, he clearly felt that some of the magic in his body had disappeared - almost, the amount needed for this spell.

This made him suddenly understand that it was none other than himself who was casting this spell!

But...... He was obviously standing here, why would he stand on the other side, why would he use his spell to intercept his own spell?

And...... He's not wearing such a suit today!

The Count felt that his mind was a little confused, as if a herd of wild horses had trampled through it, and like a mass of haphazard threads, and he could not find a clue.

So he could only stare at the man.

But the man said nothing, did nothing, and stood there quietly.

He was motionless, but he put a great deal of pressure on the Count. Although the pressure was not as heavy as that brought by the silver-haired girl who disguised Beelzebub before, there was something strange about it.

It's like going out in the morning, and when you open the door, you should see the scene outside the door. Instead, I saw the inside of the house...... Turning his head to look back, it was also inside the house.

This is a famous spell "Loop House", and people trapped in the Loop House will not be able to leave until the spell expires, even if they can kill a cow with one punch, unless they have special spatial awareness.

The Count felt as if he had been hit by a spell like this, and that's why he saw himself.

"Yes! Since there is a loop house, of course there may also be a loop mirror! In front of me is a loop mirror! I see myself in the mirror!"

He said in a somewhat impatient and frantic voice, "That's right! It's just a mirror!"

"It's just a mirror! It's just a mirror!"

He said the same thing over and over again, and then, stepping forward.

He didn't believe it was true!

Although the "mirror" does not reflect the trees around him, only himself, he still firmly believes that it is just a mirror!

Walking up to the man, he reached out to the other man's face, trying to touch the mirror.

Then, his hand was caught.

It was a man's hand that grabbed him.

Old, thin, but full of power, with a faint demonic aura, wandering in it.

"It's ugly," said the man, in the earl's familiar voice, "be decent, me." ”

The Count's body shook violently, and without even thinking about it, the other hand emitted a magical glow, and he was about to attack.

But before he could attack, he was already thrown away. The man's strength was so great that he shook him back at once, staggering back several steps. Before he could stand on his feet, a purple-black light had already fallen on him.

He immediately felt weak, and his legs became extremely heavy, like two large pieces of iron, weighing heavily on the ground, and he couldn't lift them. The body also became extremely heavy, and even though he used all his strength, he could not support it, and he collapsed.

This spell, which he is also familiar with, is a type of demonic spell that can drain the physical strength of the victim and make the victim weak.

He had used this spell many times in the past, using the spell to dispose of the sacrifice and offer it to the demons.

But he never imagined that one day, he would actually fall for this spell.

Moreover, it is he who uses the spell!

The Count felt a sense of absurdity in his heart, that something was wrong with the whole world, and that he was in a ridiculous nightmare.

"Yes...... It must have been a dream! from the morning...... Today, I'm dreaming! Actually, I'm still at home, still in bed. As long as I close my eyes and count to one, two, three, and then open my eyes, I will be able to wake up......"

The Count muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and silently counted one, two, three, before opening them again.

What he saw was still the dense woods, and the "self" that was exactly like him.