The ring magicians of the Church of the Sun, who had a battle with the clown on the shore, intentionally moved the battle field to the ice and gradually approached the members of the Society of Truth. The ring magicians of the Society of Truth certainly did not want to engage with them, so the ice continued to expand toward the distant lake until a group of people gathered in the center of the lake.
The light of March illuminated the lake, and the spiritual light flickered in the moonlit night. To Xia De, who was standing by the lake, this scene was quiet and strange.
And Shad finally found the trace of Mr. Joey Barton. This gentleman, who should have been between the Truth Society and the church team, somehow fainted on the edge of the ice on the lake and lay alone under the moon, his life or death unknown.
As the battle site moved away, people moved further and further away from him, and this was an opportunity for Shad.
"Be careful, don't move."
Xia pulled open his coat and stuffed Mia into the large pocket on the inside of his coat. After buttoning it up again, his left chest seemed to bulge.
He held the Eternal Youth Leaf in his mouth, bent his fingers, and let the flying red butterfly stay on his fingers. As the red butterfly disintegrated into light spots, the light spots entered Shad's chest, and he felt the power from the whispering element.
The essence of the Red Butterfly's power is distortion and sadness. Shade must use this power as soon as possible to avoid the elements from affecting himself.
After taking out the mask and putting it on his face, and preparing the materials for the spell, Shade bent over and walked out of the forest carefully. He looked up and saw a group of people fighting under the moon, so he trotted onto the ice:
"Raglai's Leap."
He moved silently across the ice, the night, the mist, and the illusions all working together to help him hide his tracks.
Soon, Shade came to Mr. Barton. The shadows of the vast mountains covered the two of them, and the gurgling sound of the lake under the night breeze made people feel calm.
"Mr. Patton, Mr. Patton!"
Shade patted his face gently, and Joey Barton's swollen eyes gradually opened. His pupils shrank slightly, and his heavy breathing looked like the last struggle of a dying person.
"It's me, John Watson. Come with me now, there's a fight going on over there."
"The Truth Society found the nail of resurrection and wanted me to determine the date of his death. But he was a person that the church had been eyeing for a long time. The church deliberately let the professors of the Truth Society find him so that they could catch all the professors who came to Middlesbrough this time."
Mr. Barton was breathing heavily. Shade reached out his hand to pull him up, but unexpectedly the middle-aged man pushed Shade aside.
Buzz~
And at the place where Shad was squatting, the metal Rhodes plate inserted into the ice surface kept shaking.
"who?"
Shade turned around and looked behind him. The moonlight was shining on the smooth ice surface. The shadowless clown with four hands was facing away from the moonlight. The white mist unique to the narrow space was wrapped around him. Four weapons were pointed at him at the same time.
"The third clown? Am I included?"
He stood up with a frown and put the witch's ring on his right hand. The sense of power surged again, and even the witch's light spirit rune became restless.
“Hahahahahahahaha…”
Amidst the crazy laughter, the clown disappeared in the moonlight, and in the next second he raised the black dagger and stabbed Shad's neck from behind.
The bright yellow sword illuminated the shadows, and the movement of turning and slashing back left brilliant light and shadow in the mist. As the yellow moonlight sword was shattered, Shade's figure also disappeared from the spot, and then appeared above the clown's head:
"Moonlight Greatsword!"
He swung the sword downwards with both hands, and at the same time, the "Space Stability Aura" prohibited the ability to move in space. The potential energy of falling and the kinetic energy of the slash allowed Shade's sword to slash the clown's head, but the opponent turned into a wooden sculpture:
"substitute?"
A wild laugh came from the left, and a red nose ball flew in like a cannonball. Shade, who had been prepared, shot out a Rhodes card, and the card immediately broke into a pile of small pieces of paper after it touched the nose ball, and was blown away by the night wind.
The Joker's metal Rhodes cards reflected the moonlight and shot towards Shade like a swarm of bees. Shade hurriedly threw out his entire deck of Rhodes cards. Facing the night wind, 53 Rhodes cards left afterimages in the air, and then the two types of cards collided on the ice at a very high speed. The paper Rhodes cards were attached with the light and shadow of red butterflies, and the phantoms of red butterflies flashed above their heads, facing the Joker's cards head-on. There were fine sounds in the air, as if there were musical instruments playing in the mist in the sky.
Under the Rhodes card that was colliding with the air, Shade clapped his hands together and then pulled them apart:
"Moonlight Slash!"
Bathed in the moonlight, the holy silver blade slashed forward. The tall and thin clown laughed and raised the muzzle of the gun. The bullet that could cause space to shatter perfectly offset Shade's full-strength attack.
"It seems... not that strong."
Shade thrust forward with the sword in both hands, and stepped forward lightly. The next second, along with the thrust, Shade appeared behind the clown again. When the clown turned around with a strange twist of the waist and blocked with the dagger, the black chain in Shade's sleeves surged out like a python.
At the same time, the second Moonlight Greatsword summoned by the Blade of Chaos Time stabbed out from the void. The clown's black dagger quickly raised up to block the greatsword, and then moved down to block the second sword stabbed by Shade.
As the two men's weapons clanged, the clown threw the red-nosed ball at Shad with his left hand, trying to force him to retreat, but was blocked by the Founding Silver Moon on the flying Rhodes card.
Obviously, the power of the narrow nails is not enough to decompose the Vientiane card.
The chains of sin wrapped around the Joker's left hand and quickly spread to his entire body. The chains restricted his mobility and supernatural powers, and the metal cards that were colliding in the air immediately lost control and fell onto the ice.
The Joker still wanted to resist the power of the chains of sin, but when the red butterfly landed on his shoulders, his movements paused strangely for a moment.
"Grace and Helen's power is really useful."
Taking a deep breath, under the moonlight in the valley, amidst the falling cards, Shade lunged forward, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed cleanly from the upper left to the lower right:
"ha!"
Under the moonlight, there was another arc-shaped streak of light, and the blade fell and directly cut into the ice. As Shade raised the sword again with great effort, the clown's wild laughter finally stopped.
The head fell to the ground, and the painted head rolled a few times, and finally turned face up and remained motionless. It rolled from the shadow of the mountains to the moonlight, and the face still maintained a crazy expression.
Shade walked over with the sword in hand, holding the hilt with both hands, and stabbed down at the man's head. The Moonlight Sword pierced through the skull and nailed it to the ice. The stranger and the clown had no grudges, but keeping the dead away from the world of the living was what the living should do.
On the ice in the distance, the fight had not stopped yet. It seemed that he had only killed one of the clown's clones.
"Mr. Barton, let's take shelter in the woods first."
Instead of picking up the sword again, he let it dissipate into silver light and disappear in his hand.
Shade turned around and looked at Mr. Joey Barton, who was watching the battle in shock. He came to his senses. He saw Shade standing on the ice, bathed in the moonlight, and saw the phantoms of red butterflies flying around him. For a moment, he didn't know how to express his feelings:
"I didn't expect you to be so powerful."
He shook his head and struggled to stand up by himself, holding on to the ice. He stood in the shadows, looking at Shade standing in the moonlight outside the light and shadow:
"You are one of the few good people I know, but I can't go with you."
With his head lowered, Joey Patton's tone was full of apology.
Xia De frowned slightly. Mr. Barton seemed a little different from a few hours ago:
"No, I'm not asking you to go with me. Even if the people sent by the Truth Society to Middleburg are not all wiped out this time, there will be only a few left. I want you to join the church, and we can still be friends."
This is the ending that Xia De is most satisfied with.
But this middle-aged man who looked like a disabled child still shook his head:
“The scholars of the Truth Society are not good people, but the church will not let me do what I want to do.
Mr. Watson, you are right. I think I really have special powers. The moment I looked at the Joker, I saw his origins, I saw the narrow space covered by white fog, and I even saw the deepest part of the narrow space where he had fallen... the deepest part, the real death. "
"You see? That's where the dead are supposed to go, but what does that have to do with you leaving with me?"
"Mr. Watson, that stretch of water illuminated by the dark moon is the place that appeared in my dream."
Mr. Barton spoke in a low voice, and Shade had a very bad guess:
"so... ... "
"Maybe I can find her."
Mr. Barton lowered his head, and Shad could not see his face in the shadow of the mountains.
"Then... ... "
"Bring her back. The dead, resurrected."
It is indeed a bit cold on the lake in late autumn.
Mr. Barton's voice was very calm. He lowered his head and limped out of the darkness with great effort, looking at the mask on the young man's face under the moonlight:
"Yes, I want to bring the dead back to life."
"That's impossible."
"Is it really impossible?"
Mr. Barton raised his palm, then lowered it again:
"I am the chosen one of death."
He said softly, with a look in his eyes that Xia De could not understand:
"Mr. Watson, what would you do if the treasure in your heart left you?"
Xia De touched his chest and felt something soft, which was Little Mia. He couldn't imagine Little Mia leaving, so he didn't answer the question.
"There are many things that only I can do. I'm sorry, Mr. Watson, I know you want to lead me onto the right path, but there are still many things I want to do. If fate doesn't treat me fairly, then I will treat myself fairly... ... You have to fight for your own happiness in life... ... Don't follow me."
He waved his hand suddenly at Xia De, and the huge black shock wave shattered a large area of ice and knocked Xia De directly from the lake to the shore, but Xia De was not injured.
He emerged from the fog on the shore and saw Mr. Barton running toward the men fighting on the ice.
"How did he suddenly become so powerful? Isn't there only one ring?"
Compared to the immature Iluna Beas's understanding of balance and the misguided Ivan Darkness's understanding of darkness, Joey Barton obviously understands death better.
The murmurs were heard in the wind, and Shade took a few quick steps onto the water. Ripples spread beneath his feet, and Joey Barton had already entered the battlefield in the center of the lake's frozen surface.
"Patton, come with us, you will find a more powerful force!"
Professor Johnson shouted loudly, but had to face the crazy shooting of Rhodes cards.
"There's something wrong with this man. He might be the Chosen One!"
Iluna shouted loudly, and at the same time, the Sunlight Spear in her hand finally pierced the chest of the clown in front of her. The spear shining with golden thunder bloomed in the mist, and when Iluna jumped high and threw it at the last clown, the limping Joey Barton actually took the initiative to block in front of the clown.
A black robe flashed in front of him like an invisible curtain in the mist, completely blocking the sunlight spear.
Everyone stopped, and the ring mages of the Truth Society gathered together, not understanding what Barton was going to do. The church's team, because of their large number and greater strength, instead dispersed around to prevent anyone from leaving the battlefield.
"Barton, what are you going to do?"
Iluna asked in a deep voice. She had met Joey Barton when she followed Shad under the alias "Mary Watson" and knew that he was a nice person, so she did not take action immediately.
"Ma'am, we seem to be of the same kind."
The clown behind Barton supported his shoulders and laughed, showing no hostility towards Joey Barton. As the thin steam mist gushed out, the life ring of the first ring warlock appeared behind the two.
The white mist that escaped from the narrow gap quickly rushed towards the simple life ring, and Shade finally reached the edge of the broken ice surface.
"You want to absorb the power of the narrow space?"
The professor with the red butterfly rust spot on his life ring asked:
"Barton, have you read our research materials? We are more professional in fusing the power of relics. Come with us."
"I'm sorry, Professor. I won't go with you either. I want to go deeper into the narrow space, break the boundary between life and death, and find my lost treasure."
He is indeed still a first-ring warlock, but his talent as the chosen one has been explored to the extreme, so much so that when he activated the power of the narrow space, Shad even felt that Barton was a part of the narrow space at this moment.
"Breaking the boundary between life and death at this time, do you want to destroy the narrow space?"
The middle-aged man behind Iluna asked loudly. He seemed to be the captain of this team. Shade just saw that he was an eighth-ringer.
"Barton, do you know what you are going to do?"
"I've always known, yes, I've always known. Fate hasn't treated me fairly, but I won't complain about it. I just think that now that I've seen hope, I'll never give up. Everyone, please step back and let me take this clown away as a sacrifice."
But no one stepped back, everyone was looking at him in the moonlight.
Joey Barton also looked at everyone, his back to the moonlight, a shadow on his face. The childlike shadow under his feet was being covered by another huge shadow that suddenly appeared:
"Feel sorry."