A faint transparent white light flashes.

Each card glows with a transparent light, and mirrors more than two meters high emerge from the card.

If you use Alka's own magic, it is obviously not enough to make so many mirrors on the spot.

But it's a lot easier to do it with spells that are already etched on the cards.

These mirrors are quickly combined and connected together.

In an instant, Nevik was in a maze of mirrors.

Everywhere is the appearance of himself, everywhere is the image of Arka.

He couldn't tell for a moment where Alka was.

These mirrors are even moving in position with the control of Alca.

The crafting of each spell card.

All of them reflect the mastery and comprehension of the spell by the maker.

For example, the blue [Vortex Water Chain] card.

Top-notch crafting, such as the card backs made by Jack, are gradient colors and look very advanced.

Alka can only make pure water blue card backs, his skills are not good, and he is not skilled in the mastery of spells.

As a result, the same cards he used before and after had completely different restrictions on the Joker.

Three spells, because it hasn't been long enough to be the toucher.

He was only familiar with the [Vortex Water Chain] control, so he was able to make it into a spell card.

The other two items can be used, but they can't be made into cards at all.

And if it is used out of thin air, the mana consumed is unacceptable to Alka.

The Mirror spell is different.

He was Alka who had learned it when he touched the treasure, and he had reached a perfect fit for it.

So Arka also poured a lot of time and effort into it, and this spell lived up to his expectations.

Climb up at rocket-fast speed.

In the case of learning two spells at the same time, the [Mirror] spell has been perfectly engraved on the card by Arka .

Even when it comes to printing cards, it doesn't take much time and effort for ARKA.

This is the great advantage of self-comprehending mantras.

By this time, Nevik had torn off the water chain around his waist and was completely free.

Look around the maze of mirrors.

Arka seemed to be right in front of him.

But he also knows a little about magic, and he knows that this is a trick, so he can only keep turning left and right to be alert to Alka's attack in this way.

"With your magic skills, can you really see through it?"

Alka's voice didn't know what to do, as if it was coming from all directions.

The surrounding mirrors also reflected countless Arka at a subtle angle, as if staring at Nevik.

The clown's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "You just hide behind this mirror, and when I pull it out, I won't even have the strength to cry." ”

Alka, who was reflected in the mirror, shook his head helplessly, and suddenly raised his right hand with a metal card between his fingers.

Thrown out in front of Nevik.

The mirrors that are closely connected reflect the flight path of the card.

Nevik swayed frantically from side to side, trying to dodge.

"Huh."

He noticed the metal card and immediately ducked to the side, successfully dodging it.

However, Alka seems to have only thrown one, but in fact, it is more than that.

Another metal card slashed into Nevik's thigh.

"Damn it!"

He angrily ripped the card off, and the wound, which was bleeding blood, began to heal slowly with the help of the Scarlet Thorn.

Then he lunged in the direction in front of him, his hands outstretched, and he waved them wildly.

"Click! Click! ”

The sound of a mirror shattering.

Everywhere there is Nevik destroying the mirror.

He decided to use his strength to break the trick.

As long as he destroys the mirror fast enough that Arka doesn't have time to recover, he will be able to break the disadvantage.

At that moment, another card flew over and slashed at Nevic's ass.

"Ahh

The insulting gesture made Nevik's anger completely break through his thinking.

He turned and rushed in the direction of the attack, but it was still a mirror.

"So angry, without a calm mind, no wonder you can only be a clown."

At this time, he had just turned away, and the shattered mirror, I don't know when it would be restored.

And the Nevik had already begun to attack indiscriminately.

A few more cards flew over and stuck in his body.

He didn't even bother to take the cards off at the moment.

Let the cards hinder the healing of the wound and let the blood flow non-stop.

It's hard to do.

Arka had a headache as he watched Nivik's exaggerated recovery speed.

Although Nevic is very crazy, his movements have remained above his shoulders.

This allows him to protect his head and heart at all times, which seems crazy, but the attack has discipline and purpose.

He knows very well where his strengths lie.

Alka needs a chance.

In the mirror, Arka lifted the locker on his leg, and when Nevik shattered the mirror, Arka suddenly raised his gun to his head.

Instantly alert, Nevik raised his hand to protect his head, and his wrist was shattered.

The left hand that was protecting the head was almost broken off the wrist, and only a few pieces of flesh fascia remained, barely connected.

The blood-colored thorns on the hands radiated a scarlet glow madly.

But the speed of repair was very reluctant.

And Alka, who had just appeared in front of Nevik, quickly ran to the side, and then the dense mirrors appeared again.

Once again, Nevik lost his place in Arka.

Is it almost impossible to repair a broken wound?

Looking at the scene at this time, Arka smiled slightly.

Once again, a card appeared in his hand.

The back of the card is a gradient of silver.

With the infusion of Arka magic.

On the edge of the card, a silver glow is condensed.

With the swing of Alka, it quickly flew out.

Seeing this, Nevik retreated frantically.

It's a card he's never seen before, and he doesn't know what it does.

"That's the difference between a clown and a magician."

Alka's voice was heard.

The silver card pierced through mirror after mirror and slashed at Nevik's neck diagonally from behind.

Everything that stood in the way of the cards was pierced by it, and its flight was silent.

Silver slices streaked.

Nevik froze in place.

He fell to his knees and slowly slammed his body down.

The right hand that was originally protecting the back of his head broke off at his lower arm and smashed into the ground with his body.

A round object, bathed in blood, rolled out.

In addition to anger, there was also a hint of disbelief on his expression.

The cut is unusually smooth.

The silver cards crossed a straight line and were all inserted into the walls of the treasure house.

The mirrors that appeared around them began to shatter on their own, turning into specules of light and disappearing into thin air.

Arka's figure is revealed, still holding the locker in his hand, ready to shoot at any moment.

However, the silver card was more powerful than he could have imagined, and it was expected to just cut off Nevik's hands.

Insert the locker into the holster on your thigh.

He was diagonally behind the corpse, gently gripping the brim of his hat and turning it twice.

"The perfect curtain call."

Then he put away his hat, immediately crouched down, continued to hold the bag and began to fill the surrounding treasures.

After loading it, he came over and began to scrape Nevik's body.

I want to see if there is anything of value on his body.

(End of chapter)