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nChapter 881 Three Times

nVoisin Sanson felt there was no warmth in the voice’s laughter, and he suddenly shuddered, snapping back to reality.

nHis first reaction was to quickly teleport out of this area, because Lumian had become a potion pathway demigod, and still had three companions assisting him. Meanwhile, Sanson’s ally, the other demigod Higdon, had been completely killed by Lumian in a very short time.

nNo matter how devoutly he believed in the great Circle of Inevitability, no matter how urgently he longed to rescue Lord Termiboros, the Angel of Inevitability, today, Voisin Sanson was not so blind as to misread the current situation.

nHe knew he only had two choices: stay and fight to the death, or flee quickly and wait for another opportunity.

nAt this moment, it was not difficult to decide which to choose.

nAs the black mark on his body activated, Voisin Sanson’s figure disappeared from where he stood.

nThe next second, he appeared dozens of meters away, facing a dark, transparent, almost glass-like barrier ahead.

nThe barrier flickered in and out of visibility, sealing off an area the size of a plaza.

nLumian, his body now slightly slimmer, held the huge iron-black straight sword and did not stop Voisin Sanson’s attempt. He only said in a slightly mocking tone, “This is the special mirror world, and a demigod-level Demoness can utilize the power of this world to some extent.

n“If you want to break the mirror barrier and ‘teleport’ out, there’s only one way—defeat me, kill me.”

nVoisin Sanson struggled for a moment but failed to succeed. He had no choice but to turn around and face Lumian.

nThen he saw the other reveal a beautiful but dangerous smile.

nLumian did not act immediately, because he was listening to the beating of his own heart.

nThe seal of Mr. Fool on him had lost its effect, but Amon had left some power in the original position, preventing the soul fragments of Aurore and others from leaking out and perishing completely.

nOf course, this was only a temporary restriction. In two or three days at most, the seal would completely dissipate.

nAnd because of the vast difference in strength between the two seals, Lumian felt that the distance between himself and his sister had shortened considerably, as if he could hear her voice and receive her thoughts.

nThump, thump, thump.

nThat heartbeat was familiar and warm.

n“Do you see? Voisin Sanson is right in front of us, that heretic who always made you have nightmares, who scared you into fleeing Trier.

n“Do you see? He’s afraid.”

nLumian whispered these two sentences with a gentle expression, then raised his head and cast his gaze toward Voisin Sanson.

nDuring this process, he teleported several times in succession, changing his position to prevent Voisin Sanson’s attacks from affecting him.

nLumian slightly arched his back and gripped the Sword of Courage with both hands.

nThe next second, his figure suddenly faded, blinking to the front of Voisin Sanson, seemingly intending to ignore the other’s counterattack and forcibly cleave the target in two.

nVoisin Sanson did not hesitate because of how beautiful this image was or how alluring this figure was. Relying on the endurance ability of an Ascetic, he concentrated dark green light in his eyes.

nAs the beam surged forth, Lumian had already become transparent, turning into a mirror.

nSmack!

nJust as the mirror shattered, Lumian’s figure appeared behind Voisin Sanson, maintaining the downward slashing motion with the iron-black straight sword.

nVoisin Sanson quickly let the semi-transparent figure resembling himself emerge, staring at Lumian.

nBut Lumian’s figure suddenly became illusory, as if reflected in a mirror.

nAt the same time, Lumian materialized above Voisin Sanson’s head, holding the iron-black straight sword burning with white-blue flames; he completed the last motion of this attack with a jumping slash.

nClang!

nThe Sword of Courage struck the junction between Voisin Sanson’s neck and shoulder, directly cleaving open the skin and flesh gleaming with metallic luster, staining it with bright red blood.

nImmediately after, a violent explosion occurred, and Voisin Sanson’s body was about to be torn apart.

nAt this moment, Lumian was slightly dazed, while Voisin Sanson instantly returned to his original state, teleporting to the other side of the sealed area.

nLumian did not pursue closely, but turned his body to face the white-haired fatalist and said with a smile, “First time.”

nVoisin Sanson immediately felt his scalp tingle, understanding that the other meant he had already killed him once, with many more times to come.

nHe immediately activated a contract ability called “Phantom”.

nHe suddenly split into dozens of copies of himself, and each Voisin Sanson seemed capable of teleporting, appearing in different positions and corners of the sealed area.

nThey simultaneously raised their right hands, their eyes reflecting the corresponding mercury-colored illusory river of Lumian.

nThis could be either Magnified Fate or Fate Exchange!

nAnd Lumian seemed unable to distinguish which Voisin Sanson was real, unable to effectively prevent it.

nLumian’s light blue eyes smiled without mirth.

nHe glanced at the Sword of Courage and found that Voisin Sanson’s blood, which should have stained it, had disappeared, as if returning to the body of that Circle Inhabitant.

nLumian was not surprised. He suddenly threw the Sword of Courage, hurling it towards the center of the sealed area.

nThe huge iron-black straight sword fell to the ground like a cannonball.

nRumble!

nA massive explosion suddenly occurred, shaking even the special mirror world, and white-blue flames quickly covered every inch of ground and every bit of air in the sealed area.

nThis was why Lumian had limited the battlefield to the size of a plaza.

nThe phantoms created by Voisin Sanson were quickly destroyed. After struggling to resist for two seconds, his true body shattered, triggering the Circle Inhabitant effect.

nLumian himself was also engulfed by the explosion, the flames scorching his skin, the shockwave tearing at his body.

nThen, he turned into a mirror.

nThe mirror immediately shattered.

nAs the explosion quickly subsided, Lumian looked at Voisin Sanson, who was far away from him, and smiled more obviously.

n“Second time.”

nHis clear light blue eyes, like highland lakes, still held no mirth.

nAs he spoke, invisible spider silk extended from Lumian’s body, binding the hilt of the Sword of Courage and dragging it back.

nRealizing that the area-of-effect attack of the iron-black straight sword could completely cover this area, and that none of his contract abilities were sufficient to withstand such an explosion, Voisin Sanson was overcome with a feeling called despair.

nAlthough before chasing here, he had already canceled the previous Circle Inhabitant effect and waited for the restriction to end, resetting the same Circle Inhabitant with nine more chances to trigger, now with seven left, if Lumian were to throw that iron-black straight sword again and again, repeating the area-of-effect explosion from earlier, he didn’t think seven Circle Inhabitant effects would have much significance.

nUnless that iron-black straight sword needed some time between such attacks.

nVoisin Sanson dared not gamble. He chose to end the Circle Inhabitant effect on himself.

nHis right hand pressed towards Lumian’s approaching figure from a distance, and silver-white lines with black edges appeared in his eyes.

nThese lines twisted like snakes, framing Lumian’s figure in the middle, then quickly connected head to tail.

nVoisin Sanson wanted to make Lumian a Circle Inhabitant!

nDifferent types of Circle Inhabitant effects didn’t need to wait for restrictions to end.

nAnd in the same time period, Voisin Sanson, at only Sequence 4, could maintain only one “Circle”.

nHis preset condition now was that if Lumian made any move to attack him, it would trigger the Circle Inhabitant effect, resetting the state of this Demoness of Despair—such harsh conditions couldn’t be placed on an area-of-effect Circle Inhabitant, and would be suppressed by the target’s level, not achieving the best effect, unlike the area-of-effect Circle Inhabitant which could affect even Angel-level Beyonders.

nThe Inevitability power Voisin Sanson attached to this Circle Inhabitant could only maintain three cycles. Once it exceeded three times and started the fourth, the destined fate would arrive.

nOf course, what exactly this destined fate would be needed to be chosen by Voisin Sanson himself.

nBecause he had to complete this “Circle” quickly, otherwise Lumian could launch an attack first, Voisin Sanson had no time to discern carefully. He just glanced and chose a tributary from Lumian’s illusory mercury-colored long river, placing it into the circle.

nIt was the tributary of the Mirror People being hostile to this Demoness of Despair, which could help Voisin Sanson destroy the surrounding mirror barriers, giving him a chance to teleport and escape.

nThe worse the destined fate, the worse the final result, the more Inevitability power Voisin Sanson had to invest, and the longer it would take to complete the Circle Inhabitant, which was not suitable for the current situation.

nAs soon as this “circle” was completed, Lumian immediately had a spiritual intuition and put down the Sword of Courage in his hand, no longer advancing.

nSeeing this, Voisin Sanson instinctively concentrated dark green light in his eyes.

nThose two beams shot out like light, instantly falling on Lumian, who once again turned into a mirror, his body materializing not far from his original position.

nSeeing this, Voisin Sanson suddenly froze.

nWhy didn’t Harrison and I think of using this method to trap Lumian when facing his attacks?

nThat way we could have resolved the battle faster, without needing to be killed several times…

nAnd now, he still had who knows how many Mirror Substitutions.

nVoisin Sanson quickly decided to provoke Lumian to attack. His eyes once again lit up with a dark green hue.

nJust then, even with the endurance of an Ascetic, Voisin Sanson couldn’t help but cough once, causing the dark green beam in his eyes to deviate from its target and fall on the distant mirror barrier.

nThe barrier was slightly damaged but instantly repaired itself.

nVoisin Sanson began to feel his body weakening, each breath feeling like his airways were being scorched by flames.

nHis spirituality was also rapidly depleting.

nDisease… I’ve been infected by the Demoness’s disease! Voisin Sanson suddenly raised his head, just in time to see Lumian reveal a mocking but beautiful smile.

n“Why did you think the explosion and incineration from earlier could directly kill my mystical pathogens?

n“They can persist for quite a while longer.”

nVoisin Sanson’s heart tightened, and he frantically attacked Lumian, but only managed to shatter three or four mirrors.

nAnd with each ineffective attack, Voisin Sanson grew more desperate. He seemed to already see the worst outcome approaching, yet was powerless to reverse it, only able to watch helplessly as the bell of death tolled.

nHe even tried to metallize his body, but the disease could still infect him, eating into him.

nCough, cough, cough!

nAfter many more attempts, Voisin Sanson finally lost the strength to stand. He collapsed to the ground, coughing violently as he fell.

nHe no longer had the power to maintain the Circle Inhabitant effect on Lumian.

nLumian walked step by step to the front of this Circle Inhabitant, looking down at him from above, and said with a mocking smile, “Only three times?”

nVoisin Sanson raised his head with difficulty, looking at that beautiful and cold face, feeling as if he was rapidly falling into a bottomless abyss.

nThat feeling was the epitome of despair.

nLumian bound Voisin Sanson with a spider web, suspending him in the air, then formed a sharp, thick ice pillar beneath him.

n“Goodbye, give my regards to your master,” Lumian said softly, retracting all the spider silk.

nPfft!

nVoisin Sanson fell heavily, impaled by the ice pillar.

nHis eyes bulged, and blood flowed beneath him.

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