Chapter 1108

Jenna traveled rapidly through the phantom tunnels densely packed like a spiderweb in the mirror world and finally found a road that could lead to the destination.

She arrived in front of the special mirror world and saw Mr. "Fool," who was standing quietly there, his figure constantly flickering, and his image almost identical to the description in the church scriptures, and also saw the twisted phantom that was about to fill the edge of the special mirror world.

Witnessing that huge phantom that looked like a human but was not, Jenna's heart suddenly surged with a strong desire for destruction, wanting to spread disaster and indulge in joy.

She almost failed to suppress the divinity in her body that was not originally obvious.

What is this? In terror and astonishment, Jenna managed to control her emotions and desires with great difficulty.

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In the mirror-back area where gray-white stone platforms stood and white bone statues were placed.

Franca and the "Witch of Black," Clarice, fought fiercely for a while; except for each shattering a few "Mirror Substitutes" and turning this place into a gray-white stone cave, neither suffered any substantial damage.

Seizing the opportunity of the "Mirror Projection" shattering and herself appearing at the edge of the mirror-back area, the "Witch of Black" looked at Franca and said, unable to hide her surprise:

"Your 'Ageless' potion has been largely digested?"

Obviously, what surprised her was not that Franca had become an "Ageless Witch," but that the other party's state was very good, her emotions and desires were effectively controlled, and she was not affected by her own active "Charm."

This does not look like an "Ageless Witch" who has only been promoted for a few months.

You must know that the digestion of an "Ageless Witch" is measured in centuries; a newcomer might need a few years, or even more than ten years, to be in a state where emotions and desires are not stable enough, and even when facing the "Charm" of a Witch of the same level, it is very difficult to resist, unless she is in love or has just experienced a heart-wrenching relationship for which she can die.

Franca was also happy to talk to delay time and wait for an opportunity.

While dodging a new wave of attacks from the "Witch of Black," she asked back with a smile:

"If I say I have completely digested the 'Ageless' potion, will you go out of control?"

She used boasting to say facts that other "Ageless Witches" would find unbelievable, inducing the "Witch of Black" to have emotional fluctuations.

And with emotional fluctuations, she might be able to "Charm" the target, making the other party feel worship and unwilling to take action, until she is defeated.

The "Witch of Black's" gaze suddenly froze.

She obviously did not want to believe that Franca could digest the "Ageless" potion, which normally takes hundreds of years to be completely digested, in just a few months, but the other party's good state seemed to corroborate that sentence just now.

Taking advantage of the emotional fluctuations of the "Witch of Black," Franca smiled sweetly.

This made the heart of the "Witch of Black," Clarice, beat faster, just like when she first realized what female charm was from the statue of the "Primordial Witch."

Having experience, she immediately knew something was wrong, let her self in the mirror protrude from the other side, and used "Charm" on herself.

Charming herself!

With a swish, Franca, who had already put on the "Mystery Face" at some point, let the eye protection surrounded by parts like gears, springs, and rivets shoot out a clear beam of light, which fell on the "Witch of Black" at once.

The "Witch of Black" regained a certain clarity between the tug-of-war of the two "Charm" powers and used "Mirror Substitute" in advance.

Her body degenerated into a mirror, the mirror was completely split, and it fell to the ground in a state of fragments invisible to the naked eye.

The self in the mirror of the "Witch of Black" walked out, and then was blocked by Franca's self in the mirror.

——By the "Ageless Witch" stage, if fighting in the real world, the Witches' selves in the mirror still cannot directly enter the field, but if the battlefield is in the mirror world and the main body has entered here, the Witches can besiege the enemy together with their selves in the mirror, which is equivalent to two against one.

The "Witch of Black," who escaped this attack, appeared rapidly on the other side of the mirror-back area, with a smile on her face, not showing anger, and said:

"I told you before, the Primordial has two hidden honorific names. Do you want to know now?"

Telling those two hidden honorific names now? Isn't this a trap? Franca answered without hesitation:

"No!"

The figure of the "Witch of Black" suddenly became layered, everywhere, just like entering a maze composed entirely of mirrors.

Her voice entered Franca's ears from all directions:

"The fourth honorific name is:

"The female body of the Primordial God!"

The female body of the Primordial God? Damn! Franca was stunned for a moment, almost hit by the "Witch of Black," and escaped a crisis by using "Mirror Substitute" in advance.

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East of the Sonia Sea, "Forsaken Land of the Gods."

At the top of the continuous mountain range, that darkness suddenly expanded to transparency.

In the transparency, a huge cross could be vaguely seen, with two people nailed to it, one head down and feet up, the other feet down and head up, but sharing a body, just like conjoined twins.

Below this cross was a chaotic water surface that seemed to contain all colors and all possibilities. Under the water, something seemed to be grabbing the bottom of the cross, pulling it toward the depths of the earth, letting it sink slowly.

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In an unspeakable gloom.

Lu Mian, who had turned into a gray-white stone statue with only a little thought left, suddenly smelled a fragrance like dark night flowers blooming in his nose, which was also the scent every male yearned for most in his heart.

The long dress made of white bone peeled off before his eyes, fell to the ground, revealing a perfect body that would make even stones impulsive and even rules violate themselves.

Those slippery, thick, poisonous snake-like black hairs swam gently on Lu Mian's body, and that body, like a bright moon, sat in Lu Mian's arms, wrapping around him like it had no bones.

Heat and cold were produced at the same time, and the feeling of dampness rippled between the two bodies, flowing ambiguously.

Lu Mian was like being wrapped by a giant python while naked, rubbing gently, and also as if being wrapped by the most charming joy, sometimes in heaven, sometimes in hell.

The slippery black hair like poisonous snakes, the white, delicate, and beautiful palms, the moist, slightly parted pink lips, and the delicate facial skin that seemed to break if touched but was full of elasticity rotated and approached Lu Mian's face, neck, chest, and abdomen, either touching lightly, or pressing tightly, or rubbing finely, or wanting to merge.

That gentle voice just now became full of amorous feelings, weeping with joy when Lu Mian reached heaven, and drifting to near-dream talk after he fell into hell:

"Whether it's the remnant soul in the 'River of Eternal Darkness' or the extraordinary characteristic in the treasure vault of the 'Blue Avenger,' none of them are the real reliance for Tudor's resurrection and return...

"It's naturally very good if they can succeed, and it doesn't matter if they don't, as long as they can create a person like you...

"Tudor's real resurrection arrangement is with me..."

That voice brought a dark fragrance hidden with a hint of ambiguous sweetness, making Lu Mian, this stone statue, "blood-boiling" to the point where gray-white cracks appeared.

The sweet, fragrant breath blew into his ears, high and low, accompanied by a few smiles:

"Tudor is willing to believe in me, and I will not let Him down...

"Do you know why only Judith's descendants are left among His descendants, and the others no longer exist?

"I cursed them, there are direct curses, there are curses on fate...

"Tudor can only rely on me now..."

The little bit of thought Lu Mian had left inexplicably felt fear amidst the ups and downs because of these words.

He didn't know why the "Primordial Witch" Cheek wanted to have intercourse with himself at such a time, why she wanted to control his joy and pain, and why she said these words.

He only knew that this "Witch" in the true sense was crazy.

The voice with a hint of hoarseness pressed against Lu Mian's body and chuckled in his ear:

"I am very satisfied with this body, it will belong to Tudor...

"I have waited for more than a thousand years, and finally waited for the best opportunity. This can not only let Tudor resurrect, but also let the unfinished dreams of Him and me be completed...

"Do you know what the 'Witch' pathway symbolizes?"

Lu Mian couldn't answer, because he was just a gray-white stone statue now, a stone statue addicted to extreme joy and sometimes entering heaven.

That wonderful female voice had a few gasps:

"It symbolizes disaster and doomsday, sigh, and also symbolizes the feminine side of the original creator.

"The 'Hunter' pathway, what does it symbolize? It symbolizes war and destruction, and also symbolizes the masculine side of the original creator.

"Do you know that the original creator was both crazy and rational, both full of self-destructive tendencies and wanting to survive?

"Do you think, such a creator, while self-destructing, what else would He do?

"He can wait for the final aggregation to come. Why, still manufacture the invisible barrier to block the 'Outer Gods,' not letting them messily grab and start the aggregation?

"As the source of rationality and wisdom, doesn't He want a stable existence?"

Even if Lu Mian's mind was almost blank, he had extra thoughts at this moment.

At the same time, he vaguely realized the purpose of the "Primordial Witch" having intercourse with himself and saying these words:

Harmonizing yin and yang, correcting the state, making the final preparations for Alista Tudor's resurrection...

The female voice with heavier gasps, sometimes weeping and sometimes laughing, asked at Lu Mian's throat:

"Do you know, the original feminine side, plus the original masculine side, equals what?

"What would the combination of the feminine side and masculine side of a thing be?"

Lu Mian's last thoughts solidified at once.

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In the mirror-back area filled with gray-white stones.

Franca, who was frightened by the fourth honorific name of the "Primordial Witch," immediately fell into a disadvantage and managed to survive the most difficult stage with great difficulty.

She could die and wait to resurrect with herself in the sleeping mirror, but that would delay too much time.

Just at this moment, the voice of the "Witch of Black," Clarice, came from the side again:

"The fifth honorific name of the Primordial is..."

Franca wanted to stop the other party but couldn't find a suitable way. In comparison, deafening her own ears was more convenient.

Before she could make such a move, the subsequent words of the "Witch of Black" echoed with a smile:

"The fifth honorific name of the Primordial is:

"The original creator in the mirror!"

ps: Seeking monthly tickets for the last three days~

(End of chapter)