Chapter 278: Chapter 197: The Death of Drost (5k) Chapter 278: 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.
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.
As a giant, he found it difficult to tell humans and elves apart due to a form of face blindness, also finding it challenging to discern their ages.
Much like humans view dogs, with the exception of their breeds, it was hard to notice differences in appearance.
“Your grandfather Jacob was the mentor who taught me the ‘Curse Ritual Magician’ profession,” Wolfram said leisurely, “Ah, my revered teacher…”
“…I don’t know any Jacob,” Aiwass muttered after a moment of Silence.
“Oh, that’s reasonable.
After all, your whole family is dead, orphan.
“But then, how do you know about this ritual?
This is a ritual developed by the old man…
he really did leave behind some heritage, didn’t he?
Never mind, it doesn’t matter.
Since you say you don’t recognize him…”
Wolfram smiled amiably, “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind knowing that your grandfather was killed by my Curse, right?”
Aiwass narrowed his eyes.
The predecessor of Noble Red, one of the founders of the Hand of the Scaleless.
Aiwass’s grandfather, Jacob Alexander, died of “typhoid” fourteen years ago.
And now, he had finally confirmed the cause of his grandfather’s death.
In the palm of Aiwass’s hand, resting on the wheelchair armrest, a red card appeared silently.
The Guardian stood slightly in front of Aiwass, speaking in a low voice, “Don’t be reckless.
Just like you said, they are only illusions—how are things inside?”
“It’s been taken care of,” Aiwass replied with a frightening calm, devoid of any discernible emotion, “Those who might have died have been healed by me, and those who tried to plant bombs have been taken care of.”
“Jacob’s grandson seems pretty capable,” sneered another slightly shorter giant, who didn’t care about the fate of the Demon Scholars, “It just seems his legs aren’t very good…
“—You’re not injured by the Curse that runs in your blood, are you?
By the way, do you know how your biological parents died?”
Upon hearing this, Aiwass suddenly laughed.
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.