The magic from above is still infused into the wonderful space, and under their influence, the illusion created by the sludge continues to work with the passage of time.

The black-gray canopy stretches as far as the eye can see, allowing the sludge flowing from the gap to create dizzying phantoms. On top of the false dark dome, you can vaguely see a little cold light flowing on the surface of the image, depicting countless complex curvilinear lines.

Among the many streamers, there is one line that is particularly thick, and the brilliant brilliance is particularly eye-catching. It should probably not be called a "pattern", but a flow of light—it traverses most of the heavens, connecting illusions and illusions, like a long river.

Curt stared intently at the image above, but his vision was overshadowed by the white clouds and smoke diffracted by the light. In a hazy phantom, you can occasionally see shadows squeezed together, which are the microcosm of the building on the street, and you can vaguely see the silhouettes of several human figures hurrying by.

Like a mirage, patches of mirrors flickered, time and space distorted in the rushing waters of Guangdong, and only shadows could be seen in the distance. Those are the remnants of the land that remain in zài, twisted by magic into a situation that only exists in a foreign country.

Something seemed to be wrong with the five senses, and Curt felt that the gray-black dome was gradually stabilizing into a complete sphere based on the surface of the water where the two of them had stopped. In this anomalous space, even gravity, which had been somewhat normal before, was gradually distorting, pointing in the direction that should have been the ceiling.

Curt didn't know how to describe the anomalies around him, because there were so many people who made people wonder that they were the anomalous Cheng Dù. It's as if all the qiē in this world has been turned upside down, and only the two of them are in the mirror image that should not exist as foreign objects.

The magic is flowing. Transformed into a cloud of mist, and in a short time, countless liquids with a cold glow rose from the surface of the water. It poured rain on the earth depicted by the phantom. The rising light illuminates the one qiē in the space, but only makes the world of nothing seem more lonely.

For spirits. These "raindrops" seemed harmless, and they passed through the bodies of the two men with ease, leaving no real feeling. On the contrary, the sludge that is now on the ground is touched by them, and there are unclear ripples in circles.

Filthy black mud flowed on the "ground" far above that, which was supposed to be poured into this space, but at some point it came to it. The moment it came into contact with the "rain", it became as hard as obsidian, but it was quickly re-swallowed by the flowing sludge and dissipated in the cold light of the liquid.

From time to time, strings of bubbles rolled up in the boiling black mud. It cracked under the rain of light, making a small sound. The inexplicable hustle and bustle came from above, sounding faintly like the noise echoing in the market, but it inexplicably gave people an illusory feeling.

"What happened next, at least one possibility. ”

Lizzie's voice lost its vitality, revealing a hint of helplessness: "Do you think this kind of thing is possible? And that's not all, Sain Democlave may also intend to blur the lines between the two by creating a mirror image, so that the dead world can be projected here in another form."

Curt couldn't see Lizzie's expression. Because she leaned over the water, pressed her forehead against the surface of the cold liquid, and let her magic spread around her. With her body at the center, a pale shimmer flowed over the cold-gray liquid. Outline a complex spider-web-like structure.

She knelt on the surface of the water, her hands spread horizontally, allowing her palms to gently rest against the cold liquid surface. It spreads out a meager brilliance. It looks as if you're prostrating something to worship. In the rising rain of light, there was a slight inexplicable sense of sacredness

However, her existence has absolutely nothing to do with the word "sacred", and it is more appropriate to say that it is a living calamity—the liquid that is always as steady as a mirror is also rippled by her power. The white lines that spread around easily bypassed the dripping rain of light. Fantastic patterns are painted on the surface of the water.

Lizzie's magic is etched into the mirror that separates the two worlds, revealing an indescribably strange structure abruptly in the center of the dark sphere. Whether it's an illusion on the canopy or under the water. They all stirred slightly, and the magic that suddenly inserted into them interfered with their existence.

Lizzie refers to the surface of the water on which the two are standing as a mirror, and the residual thoughts on both sides of the mirror are mirror images that crudely construct a connection with symbolic spells. They are all scenes constructed by Sain Democlus using spells, and they become the shadows of the symbolic spells that pull each other together.

This is a kind of off-the-beaten-path spell, and it is extremely rare among ancient spells, and it is now studied and used by very few schools of magicians. The caster uses symbolism to construct connections between things, and then communicates the influence of one aspect of the projection to the other through the connection between the two.

"If you don't understand, I can make a simple analogy. Closing her eyes and letting the magic in her body overflow, Lizzie suddenly spoke, "A symbol spell that uses a spell that damages enemies creates a dummy that represents the target, and then damages the dummy to damage the target's body. ”

Symbolic spells may be closer to the likes of "curses" than the likes of "spells" that constitute direct phenomena - at least that's what the spellcasters of the Dark Continent call them, and the Lamian snake people and other minorities are known to be more adept at this than humans.

The two apparitions facing each other through the mirror are still getting closer, and it is clear that the connection between the two is still deepening. After Sain Democlera constructed the black "sun", the passage to the foreign realm was the key to this spell, which connected the two worlds.

Symbolism is based on the construction of an internal connection between two things, and then the influence of the two parties is reproduced in a certain proportion through guò magic. As long as the contact is fully connected, Sain Democlera can influence the things of this world to interfere with the dead foreign nation.

Of course, if you want to do the other way around, you can also do it by building a connection, and the caster will be able to use her magic to control things that are affected by symbolic spells. In other words, as long as Sain Democlus was willing, it would not be difficult to interfere with the space bound together by the spells as he wished.

If symbolic spells are all about controlling the connection between good things, then what Lizzie is doing now is using her own spells to interfere with it. The magic that spread all around had now touched the distant area, and the already condensed phantom had once again spread out a hazy outline.

Symbolic spells need to be constructed in tight outlines, and because of this, they are relatively easy to interfere with. Even if only one gear goes wrong in a huge mechanical structure, it can lose control because of it - the same is true for spells, the more complex the spell, the more susceptible it is to influence.

But it's a big job, and Lizzie's strength is nowhere near enough to destroy a spell that is nearly complete, even if she can transform it into her own magic by devouring the magic around her. As the magic spread around her, her body gradually lost its color, and even its luster became dim.

Ke special effect imitated Liqi's behavior, forcibly dismantled a small part of the spirit that made up his body, and built it into a long knife in the same way. It has a similar shape to the commonly used one, and the blade is longer than a sword and a half, and even if it is just a spirit, it shines with edge.

He heard the sound of indefinite footsteps behind him, and the cold liquid that had accumulated in the lake had somehow condensed into a grotesque existence. Curt had never seen a creature with such a structure, and the undifferentiated hands and feet slowly squirmed, supporting its body to move.

It looked like a somewhat misshapen spirit, wrapped in a dull liquid - but it was more aggressive than the amorphous creatures, sprouting dense claw blades from its sprawling limbs, making a constant metallic grinding sound.

Just as Curt turned his head to observe the strange spirit, the other party obviously sensed his budding vigilance. At a quick glance, it immediately increased its forward speed, its indiscriminate limbs rattling the surface of the water, and the alien's body flew towards Lizzie.

Its target was clearly Lizzie, but Curt slashed in the direction it pounced on with lightning speed. Picking up from the lower left of his waist and abdomen, he slashed to the upper right with the force of the forward rush, and the flowing spirit light collided together, bursting into an afterimage in the shape of electric sparks.

The monster that pounced on Lizzie was cut into two pieces by Curt's long knife in mid-air, and the two pieces that were broken flew in different directions.

The spirits that had been thrown out fell on the smooth, waveless water, splitting into countless slime blocks of various sizes, and scattered in all directions with a shrill scream. The mirror-smooth liquid left no trace on it, and it is unknown if it was because the strange spirits were illusory illusions, or if the liquid itself had solidified.

"Well done. ”

Someone was clapping his hands gently, but Curt couldn't see him: "By the way, Mr. Leinster, and your dear sister, I must admit that you have caused me a little trouble. As far as mortals are concerned, the two of you are indeed very good, but it is nothing more than that. ”

The murderous enemy was fleeing as fast as he could, but Curt did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, but guarded Lizzie with a long knife. The twisted monster was nothing more than an inconsequential minion, and the truly dangerous Beingzài had been lurking until now and had only slowly begun to approach. (To be continued......)