franphil Chapter 147 Mercury Retrograde
Chapter 147 Mercury Retrograde
Chapter 147 Mercury Retrograde
Innocent!
Rosago sneered. The rapidly spreading shadow on the ground was about to grab his shadow, but it missed. In the blink of an eye, Rosago's shadow on the ground appeared on the other side.
The shadow he cast on the ground was a distorted image created by his ability to create illusions.
With a simple trick, Mr. Rosago avoided the hasty sneak attack by leaping flames and transferring damage without using a paper doll substitute.
However, on Xia'er's side, he had no intention of fighting at all. His shadow split in two, one half ambushing Rosago, while the other half directly abandoned Klein Moretti's shadow, hoping to escape into a deeper shadow world.
In order to escape successfully, he summoned two creatures from the shadow world. These two shadow creatures immediately transformed into two black snakes and once again reached out to grab Rosago's shadow.
Rosago scoffed; such a lowly lifestyle was just as easy to control.
His fingers twitched slightly, the spiritual threads made initial contact, and he forcibly manipulated Klein's body to rotate, using Klein's shadow...
He stood in front of his own shadow.
Effortlessly, one person leads four!
"Shael" felt the stalemate binding the spirit loosen slightly. Without saying a word, he continued to traverse the shadow world and quickly escaped the area that the spirit's threads wanted to manipulate.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Rosago wasn't in a hurry. If running away was useful, what would be the point of having "diviners"? It's no exaggeration to say that even those powerful individuals of the same rank with strong anti-divination abilities could still be divined by him.
Now, facing a "hermit" who is not a diviner is like being favored by the gods, with death watching over you.
Help me!
Don't run away!
Please save me!
Klein watched helplessly as his bodyguards remained behind, then he turned and ran.
This deepened the sense of betrayal and depravity in his heart.
Especially in a restaurant setting like this, where there is a clear risk of death, few people notice the small activities taking place.
Master Luo held his own against four opponents without causing much of a commotion.
This filled Klein with despair and anger, further intensifying the shadow and curse left by Shael.
While Shael was struggling to break free from the control of the spirit threads and Master Luo was manipulating two shadow creatures, Klein, who was accidentally injured by the two shadow creatures and whose curse and corruption were further deepened, was finally able to move his wrist with difficulty.
He grasped the specially prepared filthy talisman.
He didn't want to use this tactic, at least not at this time, as it might cause some collateral damage. But now he was dominated by malicious emotions, the bitterness of being betrayed, and feelings of depravity.
With death looming, Klein, no saint, couldn't care less about anything else; if we're going to die, we'll die together.
"filthy!"
The corrupt emotions resonated with the corrupt incantation. As this ancient Hermes was squeezed out from between his locked teeth, the incantation slipped from his hand and was about to fall to the ground!
This could cause a lot of collateral damage.
But who cares at a time like this?
Master Luo foresaw that scene through his spiritual premonition: evil words erupted in the restaurant, and the ordinary people there clutched their heads and collapsed.
Dark red blood stained the splints on the ground.
A true master, even in such moments, always retains the heart of a student.
Master Luo was ready to snap his fingers: first, a fiery leap; then, a paper doll substitute; then, divine evolution; damage transfer...
No...this might be some kind of contamination!
That hermit... could this talisman be related to the Aurora Society... or perhaps to the true Creator?
Master Luo believed that strategic retreat was also an art; once the effects of the spell wore off, he would launch a new attack.
With that thought in mind, I snapped my fingers.
On the side of the ship, a playing card stuck to it burned silently. Master Luo used the flames to leap through the wall.
But to his surprise, when Klein let go, the tainted talisman descended, causing some commotion.
The two shadow creatures attacking Klein seemed to be infected and summoned by something; the power they contained filled them with both fear and worship.
Ah-ming!
Guided by some kind of mysterious ritual.
The shadows on the ground actively devoured the falling talismans. They passed through the shadow passages, directly through the walls, and appeared outside the deck. They crashed into Master Luo, who had no intention of doing something as crude as scrambling the ship.
After the ship left Backlund, the weather was quite nice, and the bright sunshine cast long shadows.
Master Luo's shadow has been touched.
Master Luo felt a chill in his heart. He pressed his hand to the notarized document on his chest and quickly uttered a phrase in ancient Hermetic:
"invalid!"
The power of the filthy incantation erupted, and the dark, indescribable sound, which only rang in the ears of the person involved, suddenly burst forth with a cacophony of mystical knowledge and extreme madness.
This caused Master Luo's falling posture to be slightly distorted.
"invalid!"
The brilliance of the notarized document was transformed into a golden seal.
The madness in the words had lessened considerably, but it was still excruciating—the kind of pain that felt like skin splitting open and flesh boiling over.
The paper figures Rosago was carrying began to shatter, all of them wailing and bleeding from their seven orifices as they turned to ashes.
At this point, he certainly wouldn't mind using more paper dolls as substitutes; it was necessary. It was truly the word of the Creator—if you can avoid responding, try not to.
And this is not just about language.
A head resembling a python snapped at them, another paper figure shattered, and Rosago retreated slightly, ending up on the sea.
The shadowy creature that devoured the filthy talisman had clearly gained some enhancements, though it looked more like it had gone out of control.
"invalid!"
Master Luo issued a just statement.
The out-of-control shadow caused the creature to rapidly disintegrate, quickly turning into black light and shadow before disappearing completely.
"Almost."
Master Luo breathed a sigh of relief, sank into the water, and gradually moved away from the area affected by the corrupting power.
He took out a very long air straw and looked towards the sea, but instead of air, he inhaled river water with a strong smell.
Master Luo coughed violently and choked on the inexplicable "river water".
He didn't let the unexpected interfere with his judgment, and kept his spiritual perspective open, ready for any possible emergencies.
And somewhere, a surviving shadow life appears, carrying a shadow in its mouth.
"Shael" placed Master Luo's shadow on a rough "altar," then arranged the target shadow, the evil altar, and the "Eye of the Wind" together to begin setting up a targeted curse ritual.
It's a simple curse.
It's just drowning and the curse of bad luck.