It is different from the sci-fi shock of mechanical legions and extraordinary armor, full firepower in the gunfire beams between London Tower Bridge technologists, and it is also different from the one-on-one confrontation between Hyde Park's night and zero rides and mythical prototypes, and between Jianfeng and Jianfeng. Without false sparks blazing,
In the battlefield of the parliament building, under the appearance that the two figures seemed to be standing in place without moving a step, their abilities competed secretly in the silent and invisible rules,
Mysterious and hidden.
Compared with the C-level who just had power beyond reality, the turbulent fighting style of the night battle world is fully revealed in the battles of the B-level participants whose abilities have been tapped!
As if hidden from another world, the dead end blow pierced through his body that could not be seen by the eyes, and in the Palace of Westminster that had been chopped into pieces like vegetables, the sword mark that slanted down in an instant Appearing above the tower out of thin air, the top of the Elizabeth Tower bell tower slipped down, as if sounding a silent death knell.
Hearing the loud noise of falling from the top of the tower, Le Guin glanced at the smooth cut surface that logically should never appear on such a large building, slowly turned his blue eyes, and looked at the neatly cut surface in front of him. A figure slowly appeared on the rubble.
Under the western magic dress of black suit, long coat and top hat, he is holding a hehuang ancient sword coiled in the shape of a dragon and carved with a bird's head!
Big summer sparrow!
"I've seen this sword before."
"A long time ago, I followed you to Huaxia to visit the Night Club. Are you a student of the person who led the way for us?"
Slowly taking off the black top hat, like a curtain call at the end of the performance, the moment he heard this sentence, the magician was slightly stunned, and then whispered softly in the weakness of exhaustion of mana:
"Is that so... I was still wondering who could have the ability to directly interfere with the operation of magic energy, but I didn't expect... it turned out to be an old friend of Master..."
Looking at the figure in front of him holding the sword but matching his suit and leather shoes, Le Guin shook his head lightly and looked at the magician who was normally a b-level opponent.
"I've just seen it, and if it wasn't for your illusion being restrained by my ability, it is difficult to distinguish the illusion from the nesting of reality and falsehood. In this scene, no one is your opponent except A-level."
If you really look at it with your eyes, what you see at this moment should still be the roof of the parliament building intact. From the moment I saw the figure of the magician with the top hat lowered, I discovered through the flow of magic energy that my sense of perception was isolated on the surface because of the opponent's ability. illusion,
What surprised Le Guin even more was that at the moment when he found that the reality that would be hurt and existed under the surface illusion wanted to unify his perception, his consciousness was pulled to another layer of illusion!
It is not a simple method such as phantom body phantom at all, but connects the environment together and blurs the false and the real to form a double illusion. The separation of the soul and the flesh leads to doubts about the authenticity of every attack. I feel this kind of inability to judge. Any moment that sees the power of what it sees,
Le Guin finally knew why the Royal Court could not win the b-level battles in the previous two times.
"This kind of ability development that directly points to higher levels during the growth stage has a strong style of your ancient China. Sure enough, you are the same as the A-level holding a spear I saw in the North Pole, and you also come from that A mysterious night club where the strong are like clouds."
Hearing the other party's few words, he could see through the truth of his own ability, and even guessed where he used to be. The magician looked at the dignified and awe-inspiring woman in front of him like an aristocrat, and smiled silently.
"I don't have a talent like him. It's just a clumsy skill born from the teachings of the elders who haven't realized it. But your Excellency... Most of the mysterious side abilities that operate with magic energy can jump out." I don't know how much you said 'just restrained'... ”
The magic energy interferes with the integrity of the illusion, and maintains the consciousness to talk to the magician in the parliament building on the 'third floor'. Looking at the magician who has run out of magic energy and cannot continue to maintain this illusion, and even appears in the body, he calmly speaks:
"Aren't you going to give up? It's pointless for you to persist like this."
At this moment, when the mana was exhausted, he couldn't be an enemy of Le Guin at all, but the magician smiled weakly. Although he was defeated, he still had his usual stable, mature and reassuring expression, and put on his own mask again. Magician top hat, as if doing one last magic show.
"No, before that..."
The figure in a suit holding a brilliant ancient sword lowered his top hat and spoke in a softer voice, and then the flashy blade of the dragon-plated bird's head in his hand lit up,
Consciousness was hazy, and the magician murmured as he fell forward.
"I... have one last thing to do."
The moment he saw him put on his top hat and smiled mysteriously at himself, and then the sword in his hand lit up, Le Guin suddenly felt something strange!
But when she wanted to judge the true intention of the magician, the consciousness that stayed at this level of illusion returned to her body at the moment!
Looking around at the London scene where the parliament building was broken into rubble, and looking up at the sky without any abnormality, through the flow of magic energy to perceive the real reality, the illusion that the outermost parliament building was safe and sound was shattered, and the magician also fell down.
The ability to tell Le Guin what he sees at the moment,
is fake!
And although there is nothing abnormal in the scene in front of him, but sensing the reality of the outside world where he is, the attack from the sky above his temporarily uncontrollable body, Le Guin looked at the blocked illusion on this layer. In the end, the blue eyes of the magician who fell down with a smile on his mouth widened slightly.
From the discovery that the illusion is ineffective for me, the purpose of creating the second illusion,
Just to block my consciousness here...
...
"magician!"
When the time came to the moment when the outermost illusion was broken like a layer of glass, Hua Ling exclaimed in disbelief when he saw the figure of the magician falling forward in the observation room of the night game!
It's different from Fangran who knows Le Guin's strength, and Ye Sheng and alchemist who have seen her in the North Pole. He doesn't have a general understanding of the awe-inspiring and noble woman with platinum long hair. Hua Ling just can't believe the magician The fact that he lost!
And this is what the vast majority of people in the night game think...
"The magician... lost..."
Qing Ning muttered to herself in disbelief, she didn't know how strong a magician was until she reached level B, and at this moment, such a strong magician lost to an opponent of unknown origin...
Yota slowly opened his eyes wide and looked at the screen. For some reason, he bit the corner of his lips tightly and clenched his fists.
Fang Shu made his eyes sink, and his face was complicated. Although he had some bad premonitions, he still couldn't accept the moment when the magician fell, because no one knew the magician better than him. Strength.
And looking at this scene as well, the uncle fumbled his chin and stared at the white shadow of King Le Guin's court dress, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he was surprised in his heart.
Unexpectedly, the Daxia Longque, who has the left and right hands of your lord, failed to win. Is that kid useless...
Unlike everyone else, Fangran, who had expected such a result, looked at Le Guin, who was at the North Pole last time on the virtual screen, and saw her powerful abilities again, and suddenly had a question.
Unlike Zero Qi, she just woke up in this era,
Why did you come to this national war
However, before Fangran could figure out the strangeness he had instinctively noticed in his daze, the illusion on the virtual screen shattered like broken glass, and the next moment the magician fell in front of the figure in the platinum dress !
Above the sky, the tracking missiles of the technologists brought flickering light spots at the tail, and fired from the remnants of the Tower Bridge in London, towards Le Guin, whose consciousness was still imprisoned in the second layer of illusion by the Great Xia Longque and could not control his body. fall,
It's as if he knew the timing a long time ago!