Chapter 494: 491, Replica Chapter 494: 491, Replica Upon entering the altar.
Another Du Wei was clutching a dagger and stabbed towards him.
Envelope, however, completely failed to notice this scene under so eerie power.
In the blink of an eye.
The dagger was thrust into Du Wei’s back.
But just at that mont.
Two daggers erged directly from Du Wei’s shadow, their blades colliding without making a sound, as if they were stuck together.
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A shadow slowly erged, eyes bloodshot, fiercely staring down the impostor.
At that ti.
Du Wei finally turned around and looked at his other self indifferently.
“Just because Envelope can’t see you, doesn’t an I can’t.”
“I’m very curious about what kind of thing you are, why you chose to imitate . Do you think this will give you so advantage? Intelligence? Composure? Psychological suggestion?”
“I don’t see any of these in you.”
Having said that, Du Wei stretched out his right hand, the pattern of a watch’s hand on the back of his hand was subtly moving.
Then he grabbed the other him by the neck.
Strangely, unmarkable…
This left Du Wei sowhat puzzled, “The only thing I have been unable to mark before is Rahr’s Bell, and I have personally experienced its power. Why are you so weak?”
The other did not respond, instead struggling non-stop, trying to break free from Du Wei.
Envelope then ca to its senses.
[Master, what’s going on, why didn’t Envelope detect that impostor, where did it co from?]
Du Wei spoke indifferently, “You couldn’t detect it because we have co to its territory, a Demon God level being is sothing you can’t touch.”
Envelope was very puzzled.
[Then why can you see it? And the shadow too?]
Du Wei didn’t feel like explaining, but considering Envelope’s intelligence had increased a lot, he couldn’t just exploit it ruthlessly as before.
He had to give it a taste of sweetness.
Let it have the illusion that its efforts could be rewarded.
Only by doing so could Envelope be better utilized for his own purposes.
Of course… only before he turned it into an idiot.
Thus, Du Wei said, “It’s because Rahr’s Bell has been keeping an eye on for a while now, what I can see now is because it wants to see it, and since the shadow overlaps with , it also gains my sight.”
Envelope suddenly understood, and it expressed great envy.
[I wish to rge with you too, Master.]
At that mont.
Suddenly, the other him that Du Wei was holding by the neck revealed a strange smile, and the other hand pulled out a Joker Card.
The entire card was black.
Then the other him actually began to speak, “I make a wish…”
The words had just reached this point.
Du Wei’s eyes turned cold, and he kicked the opponent in the stomach abruptly, causing a pained grunt to interrupt the other’s wish.
He didn’t know what this thing was.
It could be a clone of himself or sothing even more sinister.
After all, the other side had brought out a Wishing Card.
It seed to be synchronizing with himself ceaselessly.
“You won’t get a chance to make a wish.”
While saying this, Du Wei’s another hand pulled out a Flintlock Gun from his pocket.
He fired a shot at the clone’s head.
With a bang.
The other’s head was blown apart, blood mixed with murky fluid splattering everywhere.
The body convulsed once on the ground, then lay still without any further movent.
Du Wei, however, did not approach, but cautiously said, “Shadow, you go.”
The shadow did not hesitate to take action.
In a blink of an eye.
Two daggers had reduced the duplicate’s corpse to pieces.
The scene was extrely grueso.
Du Wei glanced strangely at the shadow.
Since the beginning, although the shadow had turned into his most loyal subordinate, its obsession to kill him seed to have never wavered…
The shadow turned its head blankly and glanced at Du Wei.
Inexplicably, it shivered, as if feeling a chill.
Du Wei smiled at it, “You did very well.”
The shadow appeared at a loss.
But Du Wei didn’t bother with it any further. Instead, he crouched down and poked the black Joker Card that had fallen to the ground with a flintlock gun, as well as another dagger.
The dagger was identical to the one in the shadow’s hand, except for its dark color; there was no difference.
The black Joker Card faintly revealed the silhouette of a person.
Watching this scene, Du Wei began to ponder.
“Really my duplicate? Can it even replicate the things I carry?”
He was sowhat incredulous.
So he addressed the envelope, “Go and try, see if you can make a wish. I need to confirm what this thing actually is.”
The envelope eagerly pounced on the opportunity.
[I, the envelope, make this wish here: The Golden Scales shall appear in my master’s hands imdiately.]
But in reality, the black Joker Card gave it no response.
And in the blink of an eye, it turned into a shadow and rged into the darkness.
The corpse that the shadow had chopped into pieces did the sa.
Seeing this scene,
Du Wei nodded thoughtfully, “Shadows, scales, I think I understand now.”
With that,
he turned his head to look at the giant statue at the very center of the altar, his gaze lingering on the Golden Scales.
At the sa ti, he took steps toward it.
“How interesting, Rahr’s Bell, Valak, and another unknown Demon God have all set their sights on , so now you’re targeting as well?”
“In the death scene I saw, another used the scales to kill and took away all my belongings, walking out in my place.”
“But I have just killed him, so that can no longer happen.”
As he said this, Du Wei suddenly stopped.
He shook his head, “No, the duplicate of will still appear; it intends to replace .”
“So I’m very curious, why do you so-called Demon Gods always fancy my ideas, rather than soone else’s?”
“Is it because I’m special in so way?”
He received no answer.
But he knew that the Golden Scales definitely had sothing to do with Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.
These so-called Demon Gods were so terrifying that he had absolutely no ability to resist.
Only a Demon God can combat another Demon God.
For example, the Antique Clock against the Demon Nun.
Now, Du Wei’s goal was actually very simple.
What disgusted him the most? The Antique Clock…
Without equal.
He couldn’t fight it, nor could he move away from it.
So he had figured out a thod, to make the Antique Clock die, he could only bring in other Demon Gods and, if necessary, he would release the Demon Nun from his dreams.
To play a hand of poker.
Of course, there was another way.
That was, for Du Wei to beco a Demon God himself, to beco an existential concept.
But that idea was truly insane, and the chances of making it happen were nearly zero.
At that mont, Du Wei had reached the top of the altar.
He said indifferently to the Golden Scales, “I don’t know if my duplicate was your doing, but now all the sacrifices here are in my hands, it can’t turn the tables.”
“And you, haven’t you targeted ?”
“Co on, I’ll give you a chance!”
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