"Justice", who was dressed in an elegant dress, glanced sideways at "The Magician" and understood what she was thinking.

The lady nodded slightly:

"If he hadn't intervened in this incident, but it would have been abnormal, you know, what he wanted most."

The "magician" did not hesitate any longer, sighed and laughed, and stepped into the crumbling darkness.

"Justice" followed.

As soon as the figures of the two disappeared, in the church of Sainte-Viève in the Trier island district, the sun shone into the sky from the bottom up, condensing the miniature sun.

The "sun" shone its light into the darkness of the breezy ballroom, outlining a translucent woman in a white robe with gold threads, beautiful and holy, as if she would never be stained with dust.

The patron angel of Trier didn't even glance at the Sacred Heart Monastery, and went straight through the illusory door that opened a gap.

Almost at the same time, a whining whistle sounded in the Cathedral of the "God of Steam and Machines" north of Trier.

It's like part of a ritual that brings the spitting of the iron-black chimneys that act as the spire of the building.

A large amount of pale white mist poured into the air, twisting and wriggling to form a figure.

The figure was tall and handsome, with long chestnut hair, and a monk-like gray robe and a white apron.

He is the most recent rotation of the Church of the "God of Steam and Machines" in St. Beaunova of Trier.

The angel did not enter the seal like Saint-Vieve, but remained in the air, guarding against other surprises, such as the iniquity of the "Rose School".

At this moment, a huge tornado blew up, enveloping the golden sun above the Sacred Heart Monastery, carrying dark clouds, lightning and torrential rain.

With the appearance of this apocalyptic celestial phenomenon, the ritual effect, which had become very unstable due to various disturbances, could no longer be maintained, and the people in the paintings hovering on the ground and the surrounding buildings were so illusory that they could be seen to be fake at a glance.

Once again, this virtual reality-like scene overlaps with the real market area.

Just as the top and bottom were about to flip upside down, and the ground and the ground were reversed, there was a sudden figure in front of the darkness of the Breeze Ballroom, which had already cracked in a mirror.

The figure had straight eyebrows, blue eyes, and long chestnut hair that reached to his waist, and wore a white shirt with ribbon flowers on the top, a brown patterned captain's coat, and a pair of off-white trousers and dark brown leather boots.

In her left hand, she held a golden object covered in mysterious patterns that looked like a shrinking kettle.

Silently, the wick extending from the "spout" of the object burned on its own, spewing up a viscous golden light like a stream of water.

In the light, a distorted and blurred pale gold figure emerged, and said in a majestic and majestic voice:

"If you want to solve your father's problem, you can only make him accept another kind of pollution that is more suitable for him at the same level, and form a certain balance ......"

The woman holding the strange lamp glanced deeply at the pale gold figure, and her body suddenly blurred, disintegrating into countless symbols and words, and passing through the iron-black gate that had been slammed shut and the darkness that had completely collapsed.

Swallowed by the dark glow, Franca and Anthony. When Red regains his sight, he finds himself in a dimly lit mine.

A little light penetrates in the far reaches of the cavern, bringing faint visibility.

Damn, you're not going to be in that special mirror world again, are you? The anomaly in the market area caused the idol of the "primordial witch" to resonate with the ancient mirror, creating a chain reaction? Franka couldn't help but curse secretly.

What is it called? It's called a broken roof and it rains at night!

As a "spectator", Anthony. Rhett's first choice after confirming his condition was to look around.

He found that the mine was not very large, but there was no other tunnel connection, only a road ahead, the one near the light.

At this time, Franca also found that this place was different from the last time she came in, as if she had reached the end of some dead end, of course, she and Lumian had not really explored this special mirror world before, and it was normal that many areas had not been seen and not known.

"Where is this?" Anthony. No sooner had Red asked Franca, who clearly knew something, than he saw a figure emerge from a crack in the rock face on the side.

The figure was curled up, hugging itself, shivering.

He wore army green clothes and pale yellow panels, just like Anthony. Rhett himself!

As if sensing Anthony's gaze, the figure turned its head sideways and looked over, his dark brown eyes full of resentment and viciousness.

"You're not too aggressive in the mirror." Franka was not frightened, and sighed in a familiar tone.

That shivering Anthony. Red vanished.

Franka retracted her gaze and briefly explained what it was and how she could get out.

She had already checked the items on her body just now, and found that only the ancient silver mirror was missing, and the white bone statue of the "Primordial Witch" was still in her hand.

Franka finally said: "The trouble now is that there are powerful monsters guarding the way out, and I didn't know what to do with it last time because of Charles's special situation.

"Let's find out if there is any other exit first, well, we have to hurry, there will be problems if we stay in this mirror world for too long."

"Okay." Anthony. Rhett had no experience in this area and chose to follow Franca's advice.

The two of them ignored the faces hidden in the darkness on both sides, and quickly moved forward, entering the only tunnel.

The further the road goes, the brighter it is and the more visible it is.

After walking for a while, Franca and Anthony. Red stopped at a place where there was a suspected exit.

It was like a cave, sealed in 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 did not get any response.

"Whew......" Franka exhaled and said to Anthony. Rhett said, "Try it, no, go back again, there's no other way." ”

"Hmm." Anthony. Red nodded, and together with Franka, pressed his hand to the "light gate".

Their figures pierced through the past.

Lumien and Jaina ran between towering and collapsing grey-and-white stone pillars, until they reached the edge of the paved area of light black stone bricks.

But what greeted them was the magnificent city that coexisted with darkness and blood, or the giant figure shrouded in wind, lightning, rain, smoke and flames.

The only difference is that they have gone from facing the giants and the weather turbulence to being on the side.

"We're running in the opposite direction, why did we come back around?" Janna whispered in confusion.

Lumian looked back and said, "As a 'hunter', it's unlikely that I'll get lost, and the current situation shows that there is something wrong with the direction of this space.

"Perhaps, no matter where we run, we will eventually return to this neighborhood."

The only thing he was glad for was that the distance between the two of them and the giant figure had barely widened, and it was two or three thousand meters away.

After listening to Lumian's explanation, Janna turned her gaze ahead.

She saw that outside the pale black stone bricks, on the wilderness that connected the magnificent city, there were fragments of mirrors, not large, but numerous, thousands, innumerable.

Lumian stared at the scene, thinking about something else.

He had just thought of a quick way to restore his spirituality:

In this place that can effectively weaken the influence of evil gods, perform rituals, steal gifts, and promote the path of "fate" Sequence 6 "Ascetic"!

While making various states less stable, this can help Lumien instantly regain his spirituality and gain strengthening.

That is, to exchange the stability of the current state for the spiritual uplift and replenishment.

Before the ceremony, Lumien needed to make sure that this place would not be left unobtrusive by Mr. Fool.

In that case, it is very likely that the unintelligent seal itself will be escaped by Themipolos using the ritual, after all, the essence of that ritual is to make the seal crack a gap and draw the corresponding fateful power outside!

Lumian was about to ask Janna to help him guard his surroundings when he saw a figure emerge from a broken mirror in the wilderness.

He and Jane's pupils dilated, and they instinctively hid behind the gray-white stone pillar next to them and the pile of stone it had partially collapsed.

The figure quickly became real, wearing a black cloak and standing in his early seventies at one meter.

Lumian glanced stealthily in that direction and withdrew his gaze.

He thought the figure was a little familiar.

It wasn't long before he heard a familiar voice coming from a farther side: "You're not slow to come."

This, this is Gardner. Martin! He also came in? Lumian didn't dare to look in.

Then he remembered who the man in the cloak was:

The member of the Charcoal Party that he had met and had been tracked by Franca!

Isn't the charcoal burner supposed to stir up chaos on the ground? Lumien thought to himself, confused.

At this time, Jaina took out a mirror and asked if she needed help with her gestures.

She can cast mirror magic, simply using mirror-like items in a small area and displaying their reflections on a designated mirror.

And the edge of the wilderness close to them was littered with a large number of mirror fragments.

Lumian shook his head slowly, using mouth shapes and gestures to tell Jana, "Wait." ”

Wait until the moment of truth to do so, and there's no need to risk it now.

At this time, a slightly mellow deep voice echoed Gardner. Martin: "What about the president of your Predator Cross?"

"Going there, of course." Gardner. "It's the stage for the big guys, and we have our own mission." ”

He paused and said, "Why are you still wearing a cloak?" Is there a different person at the bottom?"

"You're still as cautious as ever." A deep voice sighed.

Lumian and Janna then heard the rustling of their clothes.

Lumian immediately gave Jana a wink.

Knowing this, Jane touched the mirror with her hand and silently recited the incantation in her mouth.

The surface of the mirror floated with water, reflecting a human figure.

The figure was cloaked and unhooded, with thick, slightly curly hair, eagle-sharp eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and a raised nose in the middle.

This...... Lumian recognized the man.

Philip!

Dead General Philip!