Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes-Chapter 196: See, what did I tell you before?

The stabbing of this Magic Power sword light even illuminated the entire dense dark space for a moment.

But in the next instant, more dark matter writhed hungrily, carrying an unimaginable greed, and wrapped around in layers at an astonishing speed, devouring the highly concentrated Magic Power sword light completely.

Seeing the way the sword light disappeared, Anvis immediately identified the essence of this darkness as a horrifying product unique to the Dream World—Dream Abnormality.

It appears as a mass of void-dark matter with a diameter ranging from several dozen to several hundred meters, capable of engulfing all tangible and intangible objects it contacts; its Strength Level varies from Six to Eighth Rank.

This entity exhibits a sort of biological instinct, but its structure is completely different from normal Dream Creatures, and it appears spontaneously like a natural phenomenon.

Thus, whether this entity is a type of Dream Creature or a natural disaster of the Dream World is still undetermined in the Magic World.

The method to eliminate a Dream Abnormality is simple—attack with a speed exceeding its absorption rate, fragmenting it into numerous small pieces.

Then, like broken magnets repelling each other, its terrifying absorption power will even devour its own fragments.

"Lord Jom, cut it into cubes no more than eight centimeters each."

Looking at the mass of profound darkness occupying the space in front of the cliff, Anvis voiced a reminder.

"Alright."

Jom simply nodded, and his whole momentum suddenly changed as he reached out to half-grasp something in the air in front of him. fгeewebnovёl.com

Accompanied by a terrifying Magic Power aura, a One-Handed Sword, as transparent as colorless cold ice and made entirely of highly condensed Eighth Rank Magic Power, appeared in Jom’s hand.

Then, he stepped forward, raised the sword high, and swung it down with utter simplicity.

Crack—

The ice crystal long sword vanished like a bubble, and at the same time, a distinct cracking sound arose.

The entire area’s twisted darkness solidified for a moment, then, amidst a burst of light resembling a shattering mirror, it split into countless fist-sized pieces!

The cross-section shone like a broken shard of ice, each piece’s volume exactly equal.

Secret Sword Skill—[Shattered Mirror]

The split darkness underwent drastic changes, and a large number of fragments began to devour each other fiercely, emitting sharp shrieks, even creating a small whirlwind in the surrounding environment, causing the capes of the three people to flutter incessantly.

Soon, until the last, only a few fist-sized fragments remained at the entrance. However, their remaining volume was no longer sufficient to sustain its structure.

Consequently, these fragments ultimately evaporated and disappeared, leaving only a small pile of pitch-black sand-like material on the spot.

If one looked closely, each grain of sand dust had countless faceted reflections catching the light.

This is a precious high-tier material[Dream Black Sand], a key component for many high-tier illusion dream Mysterious Objects and Potions, obtained only by defeating Dream Abnormalities by chance.

Although its name includes ’dream,’ due to the randomness of Dream Abnormalities, people in Africa find it difficult to fall asleep while grinding for this material.

Gathering the leftover materials, Anvis and his companions entered the cave.

However, the situation inside the cave was different from what Anvis anticipated, where Alien God believers lay scattered, and the Holy Radiance Church Bishop might be doing something to the Sealing.

Instead, the cave’s air maintained an eerie silence.

Countless gazes under ragged robes silently watched the three, as the Black Robed Priest on top of the altar raised a Scepter embedded with Black Stone.

—The blond young Bishop lay on the rectangular altar at the top of the altar, eyes closed, his demeanor very serene.

A circle of pale white candles burning around him, the flickering strange emerald flames complemented the eerie green patterns creeping up his cheeks.

"You see, what did I say before, he looks like he is almost done for——"

Witnessing this scene, Anvis glanced at Evonne, who looked slightly tense, and casually made a cold joke.

"The ’soon’ you mentioned, is this what you meant? Are you a prophet?"

Being stared at by the weird and fanatical gazes of the many Alien God believers in the cave, Evonne, who was already somewhat nervous, twitched the corner of her mouth upon hearing this, speechless.

However, the faint negative emotions of tension that had just risen in her heart also disappeared with this sudden jest.

"Outsiders, are you here for the Holy Object, or for false salvation?"

Although the ritual that had just begun had once again been interrupted by uninvited guests, there seemed to be no surprise in the priest’s demeanor.

However, when he noticed Evonne among the three, he seemed to suddenly realize something.

"...or, for this?"

Speaking, the Black Robed Priest slowly took off his hood, revealing the face of Evan, extremely familiar to Anvis.

"It’s you!?"

Seeing this, Evonne momentarily froze. Then, her gaze instantly turned cold, looking at the Black Robed Priest as though she was looking at a dead person.

"You dare to appear before us? Ha, perhaps I should thank you for your stupidity!"

"Don’t rush, little blue-haired sister."

At the top of the altar, the black-robed ’Evan’ slowly shook his head, a noble-like scorn suddenly appearing on his face.

"Once, you arrogantly followed the eggshell, taking your pitiful guard, perpetually sinking into the dream of the Divine."

"And now, your two ’Flower Protectors’ have found you and were fortunate enough to rescue you from the realm of dreams.

The Divine, mercifully not turning their gaze upon you again, and you, graced with this favor, not lingering on the island to desperately cling to life, enjoying the final moments before truth descends, yet you came here early seeking the end?"

Speaking, ’Evan’ shifted his gaze, glancing at Jom, Anvis, and the black-robed priest next to her.

"Thinking that your Flower Protectors, now featuring one more piece of trash than before... Oh, and a miserable shell controlled by you, could take back what belongs to you from me?"

By the end, a slight sneer of mockery appeared on ’Evan’s’ face.

"Or are you trying to perform a wonderful trio in front of me, hoping to move me with it?"

"You! You despicable..."

Upon hearing this, Evonne’s face flushed red with anger, unable to contain herself. Yet due to her upbringing and the education from nobility, she surprisingly couldn’t find vulgar words to retort with.

"Trash?"

By Evonne’s side, Anvis, who was unfairly implicated, raised an eyebrow, his deep blue eyes gazing at the ’Evan’ atop the altar, innocently spreading his hands.

"Dear priest, I could forgive the offensive words you just said, just as your god mercifully forgave you."

"Now, I am quite interested in the Holy Object you mentioned, may I take a look at it for a few days?"

"Ignorant and fearless ants——"

Upon hearing this, Evan’s expression on the altar instantly turned cold.

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