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Chapter 197 The Death of Drost (5k)

aiwass stared at his opponent, his expression serious and very cautious.

"mirage," this ritual is no simple matter.

it is a grand ritual that can only be used by advanced curse ritual magicians, the "great wizards."

in the game, the effect allows oneself and teammates to turn invisible instantly and create a group of mirror images at a distance, inheriting one-tenth of the attack power and freely manipulatable.

the mirror images can't cast spells or use items, but unless they initiate an attack, they are intangible. they only become tangible during the three seconds following an attack.nôv(el)b\\jnn

this thing is very annoying, really annoying—the damage isn't high, but it excels in being a nuisance.

not only do they constantly provide vision by following around, but they can also taunt and spew trash talk. if the opponent doesn't have counter-skills, they can't retaliate.

without protection for the rear, it's easy to be directly killed by a few illusions; they can also initiate attacks to become tangible, absorbing damage and blocking some abilities.

however, aiwass had a way to deal with them.

as the nature of these clones is a curse, they can be dispelled by abilities that counter curses.

what really troubled him was the identity of his opponent.

aiwass knew very little about this enemy—as the leader of noble red, this person hadn't even entered the main game yet.

noble red was an early antagonist organization, fit only for bullying avalon. once avalon was out of the picture, they were beaten around by star antimony, iris flower, and camelot... but he had managed to survive until version 6.0 without being completely disbanded.

the only thing aiwass knew was that this person was a true "god's descendant." as a direct descendant of the bear celestial marshal, noble blood flowed through his veins, and his ultimate goal was to emulate the old arthur and seize the position of the celestial marshal as a mortal.

...but now, it seemed he might be related to his grandfather, jacob alexander?

watching aiwass purse his lips, wolfram felt an uplift in his mood.

he retracted the card in his palm.

instead, flames blazed through the gaps between his fingers.

he opened his palm, leaned back in his wheelchair, lifted his head slightly, and relaxedly exposed his neck and collarbone.

aiwass sighed and looked at noble red with pity, "so you also know nothing after all..."

they were unaware of the shadow demon or aleister, and even professor moriarty.

—they were just more capable pawns in the game.

a golden-red butterfly condensed and came to life in aiwass's palm, alighting on the tip of his middle finger.

in that instant, everyone's gaze was drawn to it.

"it's not time to settle the score with you yet," aiwass said calmly as the butterfly slowly spread its wings and began to fly, "get lost."

as the butterfly took flight, it split open, radiating light as bright as the sun.

the two giants didn't dodge or avoid, merely watching the butterfly draw near.

—because when the guardian appeared, they knew this operation had already failed.

this wasn't their concern—star antimony people had made it clear there would be no transcendent of the fifth energy level arriving within the hour. they didn't trust the woman's words completely, hence they planned to end the fight within half an hour. but within just twenty minutes, the guardian had arrived.

they might as well test and see what jacob's grandson was capable of—

"just this little butterfly?" mocked a shorter giant, "it really is quite..."

before he could finish, a brilliant golden halo erupted from the butterfly at the center, violently expanding in all directions.

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