Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 43: Angel Trial Card

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He was certain that Adam had been watching from the beginning, and that he might have even been involved in orchestrating the surprise attack.

Cyril wanted to curse in his mind, but he held back. It wouldn't make much difference to the "audience" or to someone's face, and it was impolite, especially since he needed something from them.

As he gathered his thoughts, a quietly burning, brilliant flame suddenly appeared before him.

This is an extraordinary characteristic of the "Gate" pathway Sequence 2 "Planetary Planeswalker"!

With just one glance, Cyril recognized it, because the potion within him had begun to resonate.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and grasped the brilliant spark.

At the same time, Adam's voice echoed in his ears:

"This is a product of wishful thinking. In your current state, you can probably use it for about one minute. Depending on the intensity of your use, this time will be longer or shorter."

"Don't let Bethel pinpoint your location. If He sees you, it's the same as the one on the moon seeing you, and that will bring unnecessary trouble to you and the world."

Cyril nodded slightly: "I understand."

The next second, the Brilliant Flame in his hand suddenly began to shake violently, and some of the power and characteristics belonging to the "Planetary Planeswalker" began to emanate. His own magic potion also became agitated, and the two resonated with each other. The power emanating from the Brilliant Flame began to gather into his body.

In this situation, he found that he had directly grasped a portion of the power of the Planeswalkers, although it was not comprehensive or specific.

He can teleport freely within the spirit world's coverage area, transform himself into a symbolic entity, and even make preliminary use of dimensional power.

After briefly sensing the changes within himself, Cyril reached out and gently pulled at the air in front of him, creating a vast curtain of shadow that covered himself and all the surrounding dimensions.

An angelic "behind-the-scenes" trick!

Since we can't escape the gaze of the "higher-dimensional observer," let's just block it out.

Within the darkness of his face, Cyril quietly gazed at the ball of color in his hand, his consciousness slowly sinking as he saw and entered the world within the painting.

He saw his own body, and he saw Zoira, impotently furious and isolated by the earthen wall.

He saw that Zoira's body was covered in mottled colors, like cheap children's scribbles. This was not the real her, but a pre-prepared painting.

So, I'm being chased by a painting inside the painting?

With a somewhat speechless sigh, Sirion lightly raised his right hand and rubbed his fingers together.

Whoosh!

Zoira's body was instantly ignited, and after struggling in the crimson flames for two seconds, she turned to ashes and scattered in the air.

An angelic "ignition" trick!

Angel-level tricks have already gained considerable destructive power, but this is only effective against low to mid-level angels. To angels and demigods, these flashy abilities are still just tricks.

As the drawn "Zoeira" burned to ashes, the long sword and revolver in her hand, stained with rust, fell to the ground; they were real objects.

Cyril raised his hand forward, and the two weapons spontaneously rose up and disappeared into a shimmering starlight.

He then looked at his own body, and under his gaze, the figure that had been standing still in a daze suddenly twisted, became tinged with brilliant starlight, and became extremely illusory. Then it turned into shattered starlight and twinkling symbolic symbols, leaving the world in the painting unimpeded and returning to reality.

After doing all this, he looked up and examined the world in the painting, then reached out and gently grasped it.

Whoosh!

The sound of the void shattering rang out, and dark cracks spread out like a spider web.

In the blink of an eye, this painted world was completely destroyed, leaving only faint, transparent fluorescent light, which, guided by Cyril, entered his body.

The next second, the "black curtain" that enveloped the surroundings disappeared. He exchanged a glance with the shadow that looked down on everything from the infinite heights, and then his spirit body transformed into shattered starlight and shimmering symbolic symbols, disappearing into this dimension.

.....

In reality, beneath the Cathedral of St. Hillan, Cyril turned his gaze toward the echoing prayers around him.

He saw House looking terrified, heard his words of repentance, and learned about his previous audacious and reckless plan.

Are all those secretly existing believers such brainless fools? No wonder they are suppressed so severely by the true god church.

Although he was somewhat speechless, he decided to forgive the other party because of their pure faith and the fact that they had never been looked down upon by "higher-dimensional observers".

He was, after all, a fanatical believer who infiltrated the Church of God, a perfect traitor.

Unfortunately, the "Planets Walker" has no ability related to fate, and I didn't take the "Astrologer" potion, otherwise I would have been able to find out if there were any additional inducing factors in his previous irrational thoughts.

He paused, then, following the connection established through prayer, he allowed his spirit to reach out to the other person, giving this believer, who had received this for free, a small response.

"Don't repeat this mistake."

...

"Don't make the same mistake again..."

Hearing the resounding, majestic voice in his ears, House paused in his prayer, then looked up with fervent eyes, only to hurriedly lower his head again like a child who had made a mistake, his voice neither loud nor soft, but extremely devout as he made his promise.

As he spoke, a hazy starlight suddenly flashed in his azure eyes, as if his thoughts were detached from his body.

Then he saw the cosmos and the starry sky, and a magnificent light that defied description, a silver door that seemed to encompass everything, or a key to the truth.

The magnificent scene flashed before his eyes, and then he found that he had gained some knowledge in his mind called the Acting Method.

He then lowered his head even further, his voice filled with barely suppressed fervor and excitement:

"Thank you for your gift, great and supreme God!"

"You come from the unknowable sublimity, a gateway beyond dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy...."

.....

After leaving House a message with the method of acting, Cyril withdrew his gaze.

After all, this is the church of the "God of Steam and Machinery". Although the special nature of the dimensional field prevents the other party from discovering him instantly, there is still a possibility of things going wrong in the long run.

In the office of a history professor at Backlund University, Sirion stared silently at the bloodstained skeleton behind his desk, dressed in a suit and wearing a top hat.

Old Philosopher died, he died before today, and his flesh and blood were even used as paint for that painting.

What he had seen before was merely a disguise created by flesh magic. With the death of Zoira in the painting, the painting was destroyed, and the flesh magic on old Fils lost its effect.

He paused, then bowed deeply to the other person and said:

"I'm sorry... I will avenge you, I promise!"

Old Fils was targeted, killed, and used by Zoira because of their relationship.

And now he can't even find the killer, even though Zoira was at Backlund University, even in this building. Distance is a necessary condition to trigger these arrangements.

Looking back at his body, he could feel the "Master of Tricks" potion being digested in large quantities. Although he didn't perform much, the "High Dimension Overlooker" and Adam were both excellent audience members.

"It will be soon. Once I become an 'astrologer,' all these guys hiding in the shadows will be brought to justice, one by one."

He muttered something to himself and then snapped his fingers.

Boom!

A flash of silvery lightning, accompanied by a deafening roar, echoed throughout Backlund University. Thin electric snakes darted across the surrounding walls, ensuring that everyone nearby would immediately notice the anomaly.

He then released his grip on the blazing flame, which vanished instantly.

Without the support of the power of the Brilliant Flame, Sirion's spirit instantly became transparent and ethereal, and at the same time, he felt a weakness that made him unwilling to even move his fingers, as well as a mental relaxation.

The power of an angel is still a burden for him at present.

"I wonder if this counts as acting in advance?"

He muttered something under his breath, then controlled his spirit to float lightly toward his body, which was standing there dumbfounded. He reunited his body and spirit, and then collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Less than half a minute after the thunder and lightning, a figure with pale blue flames spraying from its back fell from the sky.

The visitor was an elderly man dressed in a white priest's robe and wearing a clergy cap.

Horamik Hayden, head of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in Backlund, archbishop of St. Hillland Cathedral, and also an honorary professor of physics at Backlund University.