When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1229: 521: Mori (Ati3)

Chapter 1229: Chapter 521: Mori (Ati_3)

He suddenly rembered that these spider webs appeared the mont Aiwass shook out those doppelgangers.

And so he instantly realized the truth—

“—It’s a paradox!”

Because the realism of Moriarty’s illusion technique is extrely high, neither Aiwass nor Helquinn can distinguish “which one is the real Moriarty”—his doppelgangers can even produce sound, have tactile sensations, and can cast spells! Before being “killed,” it is virtually impossible to confirm it’s a fake!

Therefore, when multiple Moriartys appear simultaneously and indistinguishably, it is equivalent to triggering an unbreakable lie!

—It can’t be delayed any longer!

Although Old Moriarty doesn’t know, Aiwass’s Phantom Card has a limited number of uses. Delaying further will only worsen the situation…

“Helquinn, keep shaking the ground!”

Aiwass imdiately commanded.

Helquinn instantly understood Aiwass’s strategy.

He charged forward with the Wild Hunt Legion toward the air—as if it were a millstone crushing all the surrounding buildings and ground with Aiwass at the center!

The walls shattered, and the battlefield expanded outward from the yard. And in the next mont, the outer walls were also shattered.

The Wild Hunt Legion waved their weapons, slashing through the spider webs; they began an eternal and relentless charge around Aiwass!

No matter where Moriarty is hiding, as long as the attack is evenly distributed, continuously sweeping the ground, he cannot stand still to chant spells!

Since he can’t be seen, every position will be attacked!

—This is the unavoidable weakness of the spellcasters!

“Just hiding won’t win!”

Aiwass shouted aloud: “There’s no need to waste ti!”

“Indeed, I had no intention of wasting ti either.”

Old Moriarty’s voice ca from the void.

The Wild Hunt imdiately attacked that position, shaking out a Moriarty, chopping him into pieces, watching him dissolve into flas and vanish.

“Speaking of… we’ve never fought formally, have we? After all, you’ve always been so sensible.”

Another voice of Moriarty erged from a different location, was promptly found, and smashed.

“I would rather our battle be dignified… but I also wouldn’t want, in your mind, my last impression to be that of an incompetent, hysterical fool, who knows nothing but how to plot and sche. I an, if you can still consider as your father.”

Yet another Moriarty was crushed to pieces, turning into fluttering petals.

“So I’ve prepared sothing good… to leave a strong impression on you.”

Once again, another Moriarty erged.

Yet the chanting that persisted in the sky vanished.

But this ti the situation was different—

When the Wild Hunt swung his great sword, it drew fresh blood!

Old Moriarty, at the mont of finishing his words, was savagely sliced in half by a Wild Hunt Soldier!

His body was cut into two parts, his left arm severed from the forearm, and the right arm cut off at the shoulder.

In that mont, both Aiwass and Helquinn paused in shock.

Even the Wild Hunt Soldier who severed Moriarty hesitated.

How… could this be real?

…Why is it real this ti?

—The charge ca to a halt.

Aiwass quickly stepped forward, while the bisected and dying Old Moriarty rely wore a calm smile at the corner of his mouth, looking up at the sky.

“The battle isn’t over yet.”

Old Moriarty whispered, still staring at the sky: “The spell I prepared is complete.”

“…What?”

Aiwass paused for a mont, then realized sothing.

He looked up at the night sky.

A massive black shadow appeared in the sky.

Because it was night, it wasn’t very visible, but the oppressive feeling wasn’t fake.

The clouds were parting.

The ground trembled.

It was a… falling star.

A gigantic teorite.

Covering the heavens, obscuring the moonlight.

“—The attack range is a radius of fifty kiloters. This is my most powerful spell… I spent many years preparing to pull this asteroid. Originally, it was ant to threaten the Grey Celestial Marshal. If it dared to descend upon , I would lead the teor to destroy us both.

“So it wouldn’t dare. It can only lend its power, but it wouldn’t dare revive through .”

With only his upper body remaining, Old Moriarty, coughing blood, gazed at the sky. His voice gradually weakened.

As a mage and astrologer, his Path Power does not enhance the body. His physique is not much stronger than a mortal’s. Such injuries are an irreversible fatal wound for him.

He remarked lightly, his voice growing faint: “I know you can escape, effortlessly. But think carefully, there are residential areas around.”

“You say I’m wrong, then let see… what the correct you plans to do.”

His grey pupils gazed at the night sky, as if expecting sothing.