Chapter 167: Not only does it differentiate between superior and inferior, but it also determines life and death.
The time goes back twenty minutes to ten o'clock in the evening.
Capital Hotel, fourth floor, luxury suite.
The stylus of the desktop gramophone fell gently, the stylus rotated, and soft music flowed in every corner of the suite.
Philomena put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. Under the bathrobe, her slender legs were faintly visible, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones and fair skin.
She sat in front of the makeup mirror and wiped off her night cream. Her face in the mirror was stunning, with her blond hair flowing down her shoulders like a waterfall. She looked charming.
Wayne met the veiled eldest sister in the hotel restaurant. She was her.
Philomena Ursula!
The High Priest and Golden Mage sent by the Moonlight Church to Lundam, if nothing unexpected happens, she will become the top person in charge of the Windsor Division of the Moonlight Church and shoulder the important task of the church's expansion in Windsor.
The dignified Golden Mage only lives in luxury suites, not the best presidential suites. This is understandable. If Philomena is just a Golden Mage, she can live anywhere, but she also has the status of a district high priest and pays for it at public expense. Under such circumstances, it is natural to take the lead and save as much as possible.
Other magicians live in ordinary rooms on the second floor, two people per room, mainly to save money.
Looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, Philomena sighed slightly. She was no longer young. Every time she looked in the mirror, she felt like she was getting older again.
As far as appearance is concerned, Philomena has nothing to do with old age. Her manners are elegant and full of mature charm, but she doesn't think so. Even if she is a golden mage, her appearance will remain in peak condition until her death.
Philomena felt that her mentality was getting old.
Magic keeps her young forever, but the responsibilities on her body make her age day by day. With a twenty-seven-year-old face and a rotten and old heart, the more she looks at it, the more unhappy she becomes.
For example, this trip to Lundam.
The Royal Family of Windsor agreed to the expansion of the Moonlight Church's power within the territory, and the Windsor Ministry of Magic negotiated with the Moonlight Church. During this period, several senior officials from the Ministry of Magic took the opportunity to ask for benefits.
It’s not for nothing. In the future, the Moonlight Church will expand in Windsor, and the senior management who got the benefits will give the green light to the whole process to ensure that the subsequent progress will go smoothly.
It’s okay if you don’t pay. They are all people with status and can’t do anything like wearing small shoes. But if something happens, I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with it. Go over there and line up and go through the process.
This is how magic works!
Philomena and her party brought the benefits requested by the Ministry of Magic and came to the city of Luzelle as promised. It is a small country with few people. Apart from the Holy See of Heavenly Father, there are no other religious forces in the territory, so it is very suitable for meeting and trading.
In a private transaction, neither party knows each other at the end of the transaction, and it will not be made public in the future.
The transaction location is located in the Grand Canyon to prevent fraud and the church's resources from being wasted, and also to prevent the Ministry of Magic from turning its back and disowning people. The Moonlight Church and its party have deployed many emergency measures in the Grand Canyon.
After waiting for a week, the Ministry of Magic still refused to show up.
Life is not easy, the high priest sighed.
If this was the speed at which Windsor went through the process, she felt there was nothing wrong with giving some gifts, so as not to be hampered by everything in the future and have to put off everything she had to do.
Philomena applied the night cream and lotion to her legs. After wiping it, she was ready to rest. Before turning off the lights, she faintly noticed some changes in the air.
This change was indescribable. Philomena was aware of it but could not describe it. She believed in the Golden Mage's intuition and responded to what she felt. She tightened the ribbon around her waist and stood up to the bedroom window.
Outside the window, the moon was shining brightly, and the streetlights on both sides of the road extended to the left and right. Several cars passed slowly and leisurely, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
She squinted her eyes to cover up the shock in her eyes, and opened the window in front of her with her hand.
There were no stars or moonlight outside the window, and there was only one bedroom that looked like a mirror. The difference was that she was not in the mirror.
"Boundary?"
Philomena murmured, suspecting that it was the Ministry of Magic's method. She did not explore the situation in the bedroom opposite. She came to the closet and took out a black suitcase.
"For a transaction to be a transaction, both parties must be present. It is stealing without the owner's permission, and doing it in front of the owner is called robbery."
Philomena looked very ugly. She was bullying customers at the Ministry of Magic store. She wanted benefits but did not want to take responsibility. She looked too ugly.
At this moment, there was a loud noise from a corner on the fifth floor, followed by continuous roars and explosions that drifted away into the distance.
Philomena sensed the breath of death and the holy light, and was very confused.
"Aren't you here for me?"
She looked at the direction of the chaotic magic power in surprise. In terms of the level of magic power that exploded, he was a golden mage like her.
Two golden mages fighting in a melee...
The inexplicable barrier suddenly fell into place. There was someone else being ambushed, and she just happened to live in the same hotel with him.
"The Ministry of Magic was wrongly blamed!"
Philomena thought like this, took out a coat and put it on her body, carrying her suitcase to the corridor. The cold death air lingered, and the scattered holy flames burned everywhere.
Under the combined effect of the two powerful energies, the fourth floor of the hotel was in a mess. Fortunately, the two golden mages fought farther and farther away, otherwise the innocent people affected would have been miserable.
Philomena saw several guests pushing open the door and peeking their heads in. She ignored their attempts to strike up a conversation and took the stairs to the second floor. She wanted to ensure that no one was harmed and leave the hotel as soon as possible so as not to become a meaningless crowd-pleaser.
On the third floor, Philomena stopped and frowned at 'himself' who was climbing up the stairs. Her body was covered by a white robe, her blond hair was withered and dull, her cheeks were so thin that her cheekbones were prominent, and she used rich makeup to cover up her aging appearance.
"I found you, Philomena."
Rifilo's purple eye shadow is thick, the corners of his black lips are raised, and his smile is particularly charming.
"What are you?"
"Can't you see, I am you!"
"Sorry, didn't see it."
Philomena politely observed a few seconds of silence. She was old, ugly, and had a shabby makeup aesthetic. That was not her.
Rifilo's eyes flashed scarlet, his malice undisguised, the hand hidden in his robe quickly raised, and the delicate lady's pistol continuously pulled the trigger.
The bullets did not harm Philomena at all. The golden mage's life barrier opened up, blocking all the incoming bullets.
Life can evolve!
Ordinary people who have not studied magic will have more or less residual elements in their bodies due to long-term exposure to the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind. Through exercise, they can strengthen their bodies.
It is possible to condense the seeds of magic power if you train to the extreme, to the level of a retired urban soldier king.
At the six-pointed star stage, the magician apprentice will inevitably condense the seeds of magic power and initially obtain magic power;
In the silver stage, the magic power of the magician further grows, and he masters more ways to control magic power;
In the golden stage, the magic seeds bloom and bear fruit, and a life barrier is born under the influence of the golden triangle. In this state, the golden mage can refuse External things use this to enter the void universe.
You can't stay too long, you'll go crazy!
In the legendary stage, the life barrier evolves into a life force field. The magician has an independent self. At this stage, he can refuse any change and will not go crazy when entering the void universe.
The prerequisite for not being crazy is that the legendary mage refuses to change and rejects omnipresent knowledge. Once a precedent is set, desire completely explodes, and the result is the fate of the Lord of the Void.
Crazy, insist that you are not crazy.
Further up, the life force field still has the possibility of evolution, which requires a massive accumulation of the four elements. The God's Choice Continent cannot meet this requirement. Only the void and the Kingdom of God hidden in the void can.
Digging the four elements in the void will lead to death, and it is only possible to find the portal of the Kingdom of God. Considering that the Kingdom of God has its own owner, the legendary mage must be mentally prepared to be like 007.
If you are willing, you will have an upward path. If you are not willing, you can only be a legendary mage in this life and you will die at the end of your life.
The camera returned to Philomena. Rifilo emptied the magazine, threw away the lady's pistol in his hand, put his hands into the white robe, and drew out a sword and a gun.
The single-edged sword represents the waning moon, and the magic pistol represents the new moon.
The single-edged sword is slender and straight, and the blade shines coldly, like the stream of light from the Milky Way under the night sky, the light is obscure, hazy and dazzling.
The Crescent Pistol is entirely silver-white, longer than ordinary pistols, has an elegant luster, and the overall shape presents a simple beauty of lines.
Seeing these two weapons, Philomena looked solemn: "I'm beginning to believe that you are me."
"It's always been the case, hasn't it?" Rifilo smiled ferociously, unable to bear it anymore.
Philomena put down her suitcase, opened her hands, and held a long sword and a pistol with the same appearance: "At least not now, when I meet you for the first time fifty years later, thank you for telling me how miserable I will be in the future."
Bang bang bang!
Rifilo raised his gun and shot straight at her. The stinky bitches have been saying that she is old since they met until now, and they belong to her endlessly.
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At the same time, a group of people from the Moonlight Church on the second floor came face-to-face with themselves. Of course, there are also those who have not met themselves. Although they have looked in the mirror, there is nothing in the mirror. The inner world is a trash can with an independent plot, where life, old age, illness and death exist, and the dead cannot be projected to the outside world.
The battle is on the verge of breaking out and entering a white-hot state.
The Moonlight Church and the others were caught off guard and lost several Silver Mages in the encounter. They were strong, and the opponent was not weak either. They were calculated mentally but not intentionally, and fell into a hard battle focused on defense.
They are waiting for the high priest. The high priest and 'himself' will start an offensive and defensive battle, and it will be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.
It's a matter of life and death!
At this time, Wayne was fighting the Death Knight. The magic power fluctuation he noticed originated from the battle area on the second floor. Although the energy was not strong, it was more lively and the fire element crackled. The enthusiasm guided him in the direction.
Ten minutes later, the people in black robes could not bear the intense consumption of the four elements. They were afraid that the mirror space projection barrier would collapse and opened the forbidden magic realm in advance.
This move is a last resort.
According to the originally drawn up battle plan, the Moonlight Church would be consumed by mirror projection first, and the fight would last for half an hour. Those who deserved to die would be crippled, and then the Forbidden Demon Realm would be opened and they would enter for a sudden burst.
If you're lucky, you might still be able to catch it while it's hot.
It's no longer possible. The reserves of the four elements are insufficient. Once exhausted, the mirror projection barrier collapses, and members of the Moonlight Church can leave at any time.
The plan failed, and none of them had any juice to eat.
The moment the Forbidden Magic Realm was activated, all the magicians in the hotel were affected.
The weaker the strength, the greater the influence of the Forbidden Demon Realm. The Death Knight who could even compete with Wayne before was brutally deceived and ended up with a box lunch.
The group of people from the Moonlight Church were frightened and frightened. They were unable to use magic, and there were no hot weapons around them. Their fighting will had dropped to the freezing point.
The 'self' in the mirror world is fearless. The crazy other world has tortured them into human form. Driven by resentment, they raise their fists and start close combat.
Hand-to-hand combat can be seen everywhere in the corridors and guest rooms.
boom!
In an unknown corridor, Philomena competed with her in swordsmanship. The Golden Mage could not break free from the constraints of the Forbidden Demon Realm, and when he could not use magic power, the Crescent Pistol was not as easy to use as a fire stick.
The two ladies have gorgeous swordsmanship, strong postures, and agile movements. Their long golden hair is flying, the sharp sword lights interweave, and the flowing clouds and cold lines streak through the air. The collision is as beautiful as a dance.
This is not a simple contest of strength. Every blow contains skills and combat experience. Taught by the same teacher, no move can be broken.
The world is different, which means that people are also different. Even if they have the same face, there will definitely be changes.
Rifilo's living environment destined her to be extreme and cruel in swordsmanship, and she gradually took the initiative and oppressed Philomena.
The tip of the sword dances with cold light, colliding with the gorgeous flowing water scene.
Philomena's defense was impeccable and she said calmly: "Stop, the conspirators are hiding in the dark. Even if you can kill me, the final winner will not be you."
Rifilo couldn't hear this. When the battle started, she lost control of her emotions and fell into hysteria. Her eyes were red and she just wanted to kill herself in the outer world.
Philomena was helpless when she saw this, the enemy had not yet appeared, and the two consecutive barriers were large-scale. She wanted to win her over to stop the meaningless fight, but the other party would not listen at all.
In this case, we can only get rid of 'self' first.
Philomena walked lightly, rising and falling several times in succession, and jumped into the ruins of the corridor that was shattered by magic.
Aware of the sword blade coming behind her, she calmly deflected the sword, lowered her waist and touched the ground with one hand, tightening her bathrobe with her straight waistline. When the sharp sword blade passed in front of her eyes, the cold front swept across her hand. Down.
Rifilo was eager to attack, so he rushed too fast and failed to avoid the sword. The blood line on his chest and abdomen was torn, and the bright red instantly soaked the white robe.
Philomena stood on the ground with one hand, passed her sword, swept her whip leg, and kicked Rifilo far away.
She picked up the suitcase in the ruins and said kindly: "You are not from this world. The grudges and grudges in this world have nothing to do with you. The injury is not fatal. Don't chase me again. Wait for the Forbidden Demon Realm to disperse. Get your injuries healed and go back."
Saying that, he left without looking back.
"Stop, I haven't lost yet!"
Rifilo shouted loudly and chased forward while covering the sword wounds in his chest and abdomen.
"You are no match for me. The murderous intent is too strong, which disturbs your thinking..."
Philomena drifted away, regardless of whether she could hear her, looking for the first second floor in the chaotic space.
She advised him that if the latter insisted on having his own way, she could only pray for him.
Hope everyone is okay!
First it is the mirror space, and then it is the Forbidden Demon Realm. Every move is fatal, leaving no way to survive.
"These two barriers cannot be supported by ordinary forces..."
Philomena's heart was filled with gloom, speculating on the possibility of the Windsor Ministry of Magic. Considering that there were still two golden mages at war, she left a little room for luck.
On the other side, Rifilo chased after him with a pale face, blood dripping down his robe and falling to the ground. Every step he took was extremely difficult.
"Excuse me, lady, are you the person in the mirror?"
Hearing the voice behind him, Rifilo turned his head fiercely.
"It looks like it is."
Seeing the red light in the other person's eyes, Wayne nodded secretly, hesitated a little, and prepared to take a detour to leave.
He doesn't hit women.
"Wait a moment."
Rifilo called out to Wayne, looked at Mona beside him, his eyes stopped at his neck, and he swallowed with a bit of longing.
Mona frowned, and the malice made her very uncomfortable: "Boss, can I beat her?"
"Forget it, don't bully others, she's already hurt like this."
Wayne shook his head and said considerately: "Bring her sword over. It's too dangerous. If she falls, it will aggravate her injuries."
"You're so considerate."
"It's been like this since we were little. Good people just get used to it."
Wayne sighed. He was good at everything, but he was too kind. Because of this, he suffered a lot in society.
Rifilo was dumbfounded as she listened to the conversation between the master and the servant, and was so angry that she laughed out loud. Although she was injured, her foundation as a golden mage was still there, and she was confident that she could subdue the other party only by relying on her life essence.
Kill the man and leave the woman to replenish blood!
A white light flashed before his eyes.
Rifilo was spinning and falling. Before he passed out, he was only surprised that Mona could still use magic power.
Ignoring the realm of forbidden magic, at least reaching the legendary mage level, that's fine. In this case, she is dead in the outside world.
Mona withdrew her straight fist, and the light from the stigmata on the back of her hand faded.
She didn't know that she had knocked down the golden mage in the other world with one punch. She picked up the long sword on the ground. Seeing that Rifilo was seriously injured, she couldn't bear it. She tore the opponent's robe into strips and performed a simple bandage.
Good people are rewarded, and they were rewarded on the spot!
When she opened her white robe, Mona saw the gun holster hanging on the other party's waist, and her eyes immediately lit up: "Boss, there is still a gun."
"That's more dangerous. If it goes off, the injured person's life will be at risk. Get it over quickly." Wayne said hurriedly.
"oh."
Mona knew that this kind of behavior was shameful, and the education she received did not allow her to help others do evil. But then again, the truth is not the person, and if she were an angel master, everything could be explained.
The master told her not to ask questions when she was fine. She was obedient and didn't need to explain anything.
"The sword is a bit thin, but the gun is good..."
"Eh, magic pistol?!"
Wayne's eyes lit up, he said, times have changed, someone must have updated the version.
"Wonderful, I finally found you."
Wayne took two steps forward and remembered Rifilo's face in his mind. He wanted to see if the original pistol was the one he had lost.
(End of chapter)