Chapter 406 – The Real Illusion

Chapter 406 – The Real Illusion Realm

The moment he rushed out of the mezzanine, Sol felt as if he had been hit by a beam of black light.

Strangely enough, he didn’t feel like he was injured, nor did he feel uncomfortable anywhere.

After returning to the second storehouse, Saul couldn’t think too much and immediately rushed back to his body.

Only after that did he get up to look at Senior Byron who had come out in front of him.

But when Saul sat up, he froze in place.

Is this …… still the second storeroom?

All around, there was actually a broken wall.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the place where he was lying was right in the shadow of the corner, it was estimated that once he opened his eyes, he would be able to see the sunlight falling on the ground.

“What happened? How is it that the Wizard Tower collapsed as soon as his eyes closed and opened?”

“Zo!”

Saul immediately called out to the Soul Devouring Demon Swamp inside his body, but no black tentacles came out to respond to him.

“Penny?”

There were also no silver butterflies scurrying around in his afterglow.

Saul’s face sank a trifle, but it gradually eased again.

“Illusion? Hypnosis?”

He took two steps forward and stuck his hand into the sunlight.

There seemed to be some warmth, and then there seemed to be none.

“Could it be that last black light?” Sol pondered.

The black light that shot out from the eyes hit him without causing a single bit of damage, but since it was used as a killer weapon to stop him and Senior Byron at the end, it surely wouldn’t have no effect at all.

The attack sent out by the Grievous Spirit Fragment was basically spirit-type damage since it wasn’t energy-type damage.

“But the scenario of this illusion is quite interesting. This group of Grievous Spirit Fragments living in the mezzanine of the Sorcerer’s Tower would actually create an illusion of the Sorcerer’s Tower collapsing.”

Although he might be trapped in an illusion, Saul wasn’t too anxious. It was imperative to find the brokenness of this illusion and then unravel its core by targeting the weaknesses.

Or a strong attack would do.

Saul’s entire body walked completely out into the sunlight and looked back at the wizard tower behind him.

The floors above the first floor of the Sorcerer’s Tower were completely gone. Most of the ceiling of the first floor of the East Tower was also nowhere to be found.

There was only a shadow where Saul had been lying before, just blocking his view upwards.

“Disappearing so cleanly, along with the debris on the ground also put together another second floor at best. So where did the other parts go?”

Although everything in front of him was supposed to be an illusion, finding a logical point within the illusion was also a breakthrough, so Saul carefully looked at his surroundings and tried to deduce once again the reason why the Sorcerer’s Tower had become what it was.

“Like it was rippled by some powerful sorcery.” Saul walked towards the west tower from the east tower side.

By the time he crossed over to where the ramp was located, a lush patch of grass appeared in front of him.

This side of the east tower was still the same as the original, with the nearby ground being flat land, and only a hundred meters away did grass begin to appear intermittently.

But this side of the West Tower was different.

Behind a certain clear boundary line, grasses half a man’s height grew.

When the wind blew, this lush grass undulated like waves of wheat.

But there was nothing beautiful about the scene.

When the branches and leaves slightly lower their waist, behind the emerald green, half of the skull is revealed.

There were many, many skulls exposed from behind the grass.

Not just one, not just one, not just one place ……

Some skulls are taller, and you can see the upper jaw with a few teeth remaining; some are shorter, and you can only see two black eye sockets.

Some skulls were more intact, some could see obvious fatal wounds.

But no matter how tall or short, fat or thin, whether mutilated or not, they all face towards the remains of the Wizard Tower.

Looking at this height, they are either sitting …… or kneeling.

Saul walked into the grass. Closer, see more clearly.

Not sitting, not kneeling.

Underneath those skulls was a rough wooden stake.

Neatly arranged, they were propped squarely on the grass.

Carefully oriented so that the eyes of all the craniums were aimed at the wizard’s tower.

Such a scene was too much, even if Saul thought it was a phantasmagoria.

“What kind of person is there?” An old voice suddenly came from the other end of the Sorcerer’s Tower.

Sol was instantly alert and surprised at the same time.

There was a change, and it was good to have a presence that could give feedback.

Saul carefully spared the cranium standing in the grass and walked quickly towards the source of the sound.

He was just halfway there, however, when a black and gray ray shot out from in front of him.

That magic fluctuation was so clear plus familiar that Saul subconsciously activated the Spirit Armor Technique.

The 0th-rank Sorcery Strike Necromancy didn’t penetrate the 1st-rank Spirit Armor Technique.

But both the attacker and Saul, the defender, froze for a moment.

“The magic is running true.” Saul looked at his hands, his fingers were rapidly turning translucent under the control of his mental body, “And it’s very sensitive, the lag due to the illusion is barely felt. But it’s also possible that the sorcery I unleashed on myself wasn’t an illusion.”

But that alone couldn’t explain why the other party’s magic fluctuations were so clear.

Could it be that the other party was also the one who was pulled into the illusion?
Saul took two more steps forward, and only then did he see the person who had just attacked him.

That person had a head full of white hair, a wrinkled face, eyes mixed with what appeared to be syrupy water, and was clad in pitch-black sorcerer’s robes, standing somewhat reluctantly behind a broken wall.

He froze there after launching one attack on Saul, probing his neck as if he was carefully recognizing Saul’s appearance.

“Are you …… Sol?” The opponent actually called out his name and was so surprised that it was like seeing a ghost.

And Saul also found a sense of familiarity in the other party, like he had seen this person before and was quite familiar with him.

But then memory told him that he had never seen this old wizard at all.

“You, how did you appear here and still, still so …… young? No, you haven’t changed at all.” The old sorcerer’s gaze kept word sweeping around Saul, and the astonishment on his face grew.

Saul’s gaze then fell on the other party’s cloudy eyes, and vaguely saw that the two eyes should have suffered a serious injury.

And the original eyes seem to be a different color.

“Are you …… Heywood?” Although it was said that it was normal to see anything in the illusionary realm, Saul still couldn’t help but shout out in surprise.

“It’s me.” Haywood narrowed his eyes and stepped out from behind the broken wall, “Saul, where have you been all these years?”

“All these years? How many years? I remember we just met, didn’t we?” Saul rolled his eyes to match.

“Don’t you realize? The last time we met was clearly a hundred years ago!”

At the moment Saul wanted to laugh a little, but there was an absurd sense of truth to it.

“Is that so?” Saul asked rhetorically, “Then do you remember what we spoke about the last time we met?”

The pale-looking Heywood fell into deep thought, and after a few moments, raised his thick eyelids again to look at Saul, “Are you not convinced? Oh, it seems that these hundred years, you have lived a chaotic life as well.”

Saul raised his right eyebrow, but did not defend himself in any way.

The smile on the pale Haywood’s face flickered away, as if his sagging, heavy skin couldn’t support a smile for that long.

“Though my body is failing, my memory is not yet as muddled as yours. The night before we parted, you came to me to borrow Heidi to find something in the mezzanine.” Pale Haywood’s eyes skimmed over Saul’s head to look at the sea of grass and the forest of corpses behind him as he continued to reminisce, “But Heidi was in a precarious state and was too important to me, so I didn’t agree, and I ended up lending you a fish, and you handed me a bottle of the Witch Body Transformation Potion.”

“Then why didn’t you use it after all these years?” Saul looked at Pale Haywood’s skin, although it was full of wrinkles and dull because of his age, it was definitely not grayish-white.

“Because before I could study it thoroughly, a rebellion broke out in the Sorcerer’s Tower!” Pale Haywood’s face suddenly twisted up and cursed loudly, spittle flying out a long way.

“Those sons of bitches! They betrayed their mentor!”

“They killed Mentor Gortha!”

Chapter 2 at night

(End of chapter)