6kv Chapter 92 Misfortune
Chapter 92 Misfortune
Chapter 92 Misfortune
The sudden, blinding white light illuminated the writhing shadows in the room, causing them to shrink back until they finally transformed into a rat-headed spirit creature with colorful octopus tentacles growing from its lower body.
The blinding white light temporarily blinded it, and the tentacles beneath it kept waving, slapping against the surrounding ground and walls, making a slapping sound.
But by then, Cyril had already seized the opportunity to pull off an "escape trick," "opening the door" and leaving the house.
Across the street, in a three-story detached house, Cyril stared stiffly at the three groups of people facing each other in the hall, yet simultaneously turning to warily look at him.
He seemed to have inadvertently stumbled into a potential battlefield where a fight was about to break out.
Feeling the scrutinizing, malicious, and pressured gazes upon him, he abandoned the idea of apologizing and instead turned to "open the door" and leave.
He suspected that if he turned around or revealed even the slightest flaw, he would be torn apart by all sorts of extraordinary abilities in the next second. He even wondered if he was cursed with bad luck today, which was why he was having such a series of misfortunes.
Less than a day after retrieving the "Peacekeeper" from Klein, that spirit creature from before came looking for them. They had barely managed to get rid of it temporarily, but due to the negative influence of the "Peacekeeper," they were forced into another scene where a fight was about to break out.
As he pondered how to leave unnoticed, a majestic ancient Hermetic voice suddenly resounded throughout the hall:
"Sneak attacks are prohibited here!"
"Damage to this room is prohibited!"
"No leaving this area!"
"Do not open the door here!"
Four sentences were handed down in a row, and Cyril felt a strong sense of malice, especially the last one, which was clearly added on purpose because of his sudden appearance.
He wasn't the only one affected; when the first verdict was announced, the floor, vases, crystal chandelier, and other items in the room were also damaged.
Transparent spirits were forced to emerge from places like the curtains.
They were all manipulated undead, hiding in every corner of the room, waiting to launch a sneak attack at the crucial moment.
At the same time, standing beside the middle-aged man who was solemnly proclaiming judgment in the stairwell, a thin, gloomy young man uncontrollably took two steps back.
Clearly, he had also been preparing a sneak attack, and his target was the "judge" who was delivering the solemn verdict.
The instant he stepped back, his companion beside him had already fixed his gaze on him, his face darkening.
"You are 'Faceless Man'!"
As she spoke, a glint of silver-white lightning flashed in the blue eyes of this woman with a flat figure but a melodious voice.
"Mental piercing!"
The next second, the young man's body, which had failed before the sneak attack even began, rapidly thinned and became brittle, finally turning into a crudely cut paper figure that exploded in an instant.
On the other side of the hall, near the restaurant, the same thing was happening, except this "Faceless Man" wasn't so lucky.
The moment he was discovered, a voice that sounded like the whispers of countless ghosts suddenly rang in his ears, as if scalding steel needles were piercing his brain, causing him to lose consciousness briefly.
In the moment he was distracted, a two-handed greatsword formed from pure silver-white morning light slashed across his neck.
pat!
The head, its eyes frozen with shock and resentment, fell to the floor. Two seconds later, the headless body belatedly slumped down, spraying warm, bright red blood all over the floor.
Cyril's brow twitched as he watched. In less than ten seconds, he had witnessed the actions of a "Judge," two "Faceless Men," a "Dawn Knight," and a "Necromancer."
As for the rest, even if they are not Sequence 6, they are definitely Sequence 7 or Sequence 8 with excellent skills.
Holy crap! How unlucky does someone have to be to accidentally stumble into this chaotic three-way battlefield?
What should I do if I accidentally wander into a high-level battlefield? It's urgent!
As the thought crossed her mind, Cyril took two steps back with minimal movement and reached out to grasp the doorknob behind her.
But no matter how he tried, he couldn't use the ability to "open the door," not even without extraordinary abilities; he couldn't open the door in a normal way.
Seeing that she couldn't leave on her own, Cyril resolutely called Adam's name in her heart.
Surprisingly, Adam, who used to be always available, didn't reply this time, as if he had suddenly lost contact with him.
As he grew increasingly agitated, he suddenly noticed someone approaching him out of the corner of his eye.
He immediately turned his head and looked over, just in time to see the man flick his wrist, and several thin pieces of paper turned into sharp throwing knives that shot towards him.
call out!call out!
Cyril immediately lunged forward and rolled a distance.
puff!puff!
"Hmm~"
The wooden floor was pierced by the paper knife, producing a sound mixed with a man's muffled groan.
The man who had just thrown the paper knife now had several bright red cuts on his wrist. The knife he threw had pierced the floor, violating the prohibition declared by the "judge," and thus he was punished by the rules.
Taking advantage of the brief opening created by the opponent's injury, Cyril reached out and grabbed a piece of dark curtain from the air in front of him, then casually threw it at the person who had just attacked him.
Before the "black curtain" even got close, crimson flames instantly ignited on the man's body, and in the blink of an eye, his body melted into the flames.
At the same time, a piece of paper knife stuck in the floor near Cyril's feet spontaneously combusted.
The flames swelled and shot up more than two meters high, and a figure in a tailcoat and top hat emerged from the flames.
"Flame Leap!"
Cyril calmly looked at the man who appeared before her using the "Flame Leap" ability and kindly reminded him:
"Your fire has reached the floor."
"What?" The man in the tuxedo who had just emerged from the flames was stunned for a moment and quickly looked down.
boom!
Gunshots rang out instantly. The man in the tuxedo, who had been looking down, reacted a beat too late, triggered by his intuition. His body immediately leaned back, twisting in an inhuman arc, and the bullet grazed his head, taking away half of his ear.
"Hiss~"
boom!boom!
The gunfire continued, but this time it wasn't Cyril who fired the shot; it was the man in the tuxedo's companion.
With her strong spiritual intuition, Sirion sensed the danger in advance, bent down and rolled forward, pushing the man in the tuxedo out as a human shield.
The expected sound of a bullet piercing flesh did not occur; the man in the tuxedo had used a "paper doll" before being hit by the bullet.
However, because of his concern, his companion's bullet went slightly astray and was successfully dodged by Cyril.
Snapped!
After dodging the bullets, Cyril snapped his fingers, and the moisture in the air quickly condensed into a thick fog, which swept through the entire hall with a howling wind.
Then he rolled forward and hid behind the sofa in the center of the hall.
A dazzling crystal ball took shape in his hand, then quietly shattered, turning into starlight fragments that dissipated into the surging mist.
He then took a silver bullet out of his pocket and tossed it gently into the air.
The bullet spun a few times before landing vertically and steadily on the floor.
After a slight pause, Sirion placed his hands on the floor, and a faint blue light emanated from his palms.
The next second, a blurry, illusory door, devoid of any substantiality, was embedded in the wooden floor, revealing traces of the heavy stones beneath.
The moment the illusory gate appeared, Cyril's body fell straight down.
After a brief feeling of weightlessness, he twisted his body and landed steadily on the bluestone ground.
This is a basement room of about 20 square meters. A few oil lamps are lit on the walls, and the dim yellow light can barely illuminate the surroundings.
The surrounding floors, walls, and ceilings are covered with stone slabs engraved with magical symbols and emblems, transforming this place into a secret chamber that is mystically isolated from the outside world.
He looked around curiously, his eyes full of surprise.
If he hadn't just done a divination, who would have thought there would be a hidden basement here?
His superior "opening" ability compared to that of ordinary "astrologers" allows him to break through barriers from the outside and force his way in.
As he surveyed his surroundings, a somewhat weary yet undeniably blunt voice suddenly rang out:
"Which side are you on?"
Cyril turned around warily, gripping the "Peacekeeper" tightly in his hand; his spiritual intuition hadn't detected anyone there before.
Then he saw a thin old man in a military green overcoat standing behind him, chewing on something. When he turned around, the old man said bluntly:
"I don't care who wins, my conditions won't change..."
The old man suddenly stopped speaking, staring blankly at Sirion as if he had seen something terrifying. He took a step back and almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Cyril:
Am I really that ugly? You know, back at Backlund University, more than one female classmate expressed her feelings for me in a subtle way.
Although most of them came because of my relatively good family background.
Suddenly, he saw the dim yellow firelight around him become bright and intense, and the shadows in the corners become dark and deep. He was detached from reality!
Before he could react, seven beams of pure light containing infinite knowledge suddenly descended from above his head, from an extremely high distance.
"The Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm?"
Cyril recognized them, but that recognition only fueled his confusion.