Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 260 The Magic of Flame

Venice has a strong artistic atmosphere, so it is not surprising that there are entertainers performing on the roadside.

Polnareff's current "half-human" appearance is weird, but it's hard to call it terrifying.

After all, it is a bright morning, with a clear blue sky and a clear blue sea, and the atmosphere is too warm to be scary—everyone who has watched ghost movies knows that ghosts don’t go to work at this point.

And the right half of Polnareff's "disappeared" body only became transparent, and there was no shocking blood on the section of the human body cut by the force of space, nor did there appear any nauseating organs.

Looking carefully, not only does it not feel scary, but it also looks quite magical.

Therefore, when Polnareff casually called himself a master magician, the young tourist immediately believed it without doubt.

He also seems to be an avid magician.

As soon as he heard Polnareff say "I'll show you something even better", he rushed forward impatiently.

The young tourist hurriedly approached, while still staring up and down at the remaining half of Polnareff's body:
"It's amazing"

"Street close-up magic can do this?"

"I can't see any flaws at all, and I can't find any traces of magic props."

He stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and sighed in amazement around Polnareff:
"It's amazing! If you don't say it, I'm afraid you will have to suspect that you are a magician with superpowers. Master. How did you do it?"

The young tourist observed Polnareff's half body closely, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

If it wasn't for the most basic respect for magic performers, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the invisible half of the "master".

But even if he didn't mean it, he couldn't help but want to get as close as possible to Polnareff.

"Don't go forward!"

Polnareff stopped him just in time.

The right half of his body in the real world is a silver chariot with a sword in his hand.

If the young tourist rammed forward foolishly again, he would most likely be stabbed to death by the "transparent sword" held in the silver chariot's hand.

"oh oh."

The young tourists stopped in haste.

He didn't know that he almost bumped his head against the sword in the right hand held tightly by the silver chariot, he just thought it was a safe distance for the master to perform magic.

In this way, he stopped in a very polite manner, and then asked impatiently:

"Grandmaster."

"Is there anything else you want to perform? How can I cooperate?"

asked the young tourist politely.

"cough cough cough cough"

With blood dripping from the corner of Polnareff's mouth, he replied with difficulty:
"There are a few pieces of broken ice next to the car over there, you should pick them up quickly."

The ice packs were originally packed in plastic bags by the shop assistants, and the packaging was not secure.

When the ice pack fell to the ground earlier, there were indeed a few pieces of broken ice left on the ground.

"Go over there as soon as you get the crushed ice."

"Stand right there, next to the iron fence by the bridge."

It is difficult to move the body, but it is not particularly difficult to move the wrist and fingers.

Polnareff tried his best to point out the direction with his finger:
"Go, just stand there."

"it is good!"

The young tourist nodded earnestly.

He hurried to the side of the car to pick up the pieces of crushed ice, but turned around and asked in great puzzlement:

"Master, why is the corner of your mouth bleeding?"

"Looking at the wounds on the body, the complexion is not very good."

His complexion is not very good.
It's strange that his face looks good!

Polnareff slandered helplessly in his heart:

The other half of his body is still being beaten firmly in the mirror space.

The man in the mirror's fist was quite powerful for a body of flesh and blood. After dozens of blows, half of his chest was sunken.

The ribs were shattered inch by inch, and the broken bones pierced deeply into the flesh and blood.

This is already a fatal injury.

But the powerful and heavy fist of the man in the mirror didn't stop for a moment, like hammering a nail into a wooden board, pounding those broken breastbones to a deeper and deadlier place.

Polnareff naturally felt this deeply.

The agony of bone and flesh that was called a lump of mud under the blow now flooded his brain like a flood.

But he is even more clear that he must not shout pain now, and must not show timidity:
"No, nothing."

"It's just a make-up for the show."

Polnareff tried hard to squeeze out an optimistic and calm smile:

"This is the 'personal setting' of my performance."

"I am now playing the role of 'a defeated knight who was divided into two halves by the enemy's magic and bound here'."

"I see."

"Not only to show magic skills, but also to incorporate human plots into the performance. The master is indeed a master!"

The young tourist suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.

He no longer has any doubts in his heart:
"Okay, I'll go over and take my place now!"

Saying that, the young tourist followed Polnareff's instructions and quickly walked to the bridge in the direction he indicated.

He quickly stood up beside the iron fence, and then turned around and asked:
"Master, what shall I do now?"

"Knock on the iron fence next to you, it doesn't need to be too loud."

"Just press the force that you inadvertently touch while walking."

Polnareff made a very strange request.

"it is good."

The young tourist tapped lightly on the iron fence without hesitation.

The voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it could be heard clearly and far away.

"and then?"

He asked about the next step with great anticipation.

"Turn your head and walk in the direction of the train station, clinging to the iron fence."

Polnareff gave another incomprehensible instruction.

The young tourists subconsciously obeyed the orders and turned around to start taking action.

But before turning around, he couldn't help asking:
"Master, aren't there too many steps?"

"What kind of magic is this going to perform?"

"What magic."

Polnareff smiled with difficulty:
"Look carefully—"

"It's the magic of fire."

in mirror space.

The rules for mirror space are very special:

All objects in the real world have mirror images here, only living things like humans do not.

People in the mirror world can only observe the human activities in the outside world through the mirror.

And if he wants to hear the voices of human beings outside, Illuso must open the space channel of the mirror world to connect the two worlds.

But just now he closed the passage after sending Polnareff halfway.

So Illuso couldn't hear the conversation between Polnareff and the young tourist outside.

Of course, he is not interested in paying attention to the outside world now.

In his eyes, Polnareff was just a dying man who couldn't resist, and Polnareff, who could hardly move his body, had no ability to play tricks at all.

He just needs to use the greatest strength and the fastest speed to complete this execution.

But
Just when Iluso was about to beat Polnareff to death, an accident happened.

All of a sudden, he heard a vibrating buzzing sound from the iron fence——

Human voices cannot be transmitted to the mirror world, but the influence exerted by humans on real objects will be 100% restored to the mirror image of the mirror world.

So, he heard the sound.

It seemed to be the sound of someone accidentally bumping into an iron fence when passing by.

"what's the situation?"

Iluso turned his head suddenly, and followed the voice to look at the iron fence:
"Has anyone passed by in the real world?"

The source of the sound was not far from him.

If there are passers-by in the real world, they must be able to see Polnareff who was sent half of his body.

Thinking of this, Iluso's heart became a little confused.

With a bad premonition, he immediately turned the car rearview mirror in his hand, and observed the outside world through the mirror:
Sure enough, there was a young tourist standing beside the iron fence.

And the young tourist was still nodding to Polnareff, who was only in half, talking excitedly.

Then, without waiting for Illuso to be overwhelmed, the young tourist seemed to have received some mission from Polnareff.
He turned his head suddenly, and walked towards the railway station in a hurry, next to the iron fence.

And most importantly
In the hand of the young tourist, there were still a few conspicuous pieces of crushed ice.

"Ice. What are you doing?"

"The broom head actually found another passerby to help?!"

Iluso's complexion instantly became ugly:
He really didn't expect that Polnareff, with only half of his body left, could still "demagogue people" in the outside world.

This appearance didn't scare people away?

Not to mention, that guy has been beaten all the time just now!

While enduring such a heavy blow with his rotting body, he still had to fool passers-by to help him without changing his face.
"What a monster!"

Iluso gritted his teeth and cursed.

He wished he could kill Polnareff right now, but he knew very well what his priority was.

He had to stop that passerby.

Even if the ice cubes in the hands of the passer-by are pitifully small, and their size is so small that it is doubtful whether they can persist before being sent to the station.

It is debatable how effective it is to transport such a few pieces of crushed ice that can be ignored.

But even so, Illuso would never give these crushed ice a chance to be sent to the train station.

This is his mission.

He would never add any risk to Proxiet who was fighting in the train station.

"Damn."

"I won't let you succeed!"

Iluso gritted his teeth resentfully, turned around and followed the young tourist closely with his double.

Polnareff, who was seriously injured, was once again left behind by him.

And this time, he was more reassured about the situation.

Because Polnareff was barely able to move, so was the silver chariot.

His stand-in ability is only "fencing", after he can't even swing a sword, what else can he do?

It's just being stuck in the same place and waiting to die.

So, Iluso directly left Polnareff behind, and chased in the mirror space to the side of the iron fence in three steps at a time.

Feeling that the position was almost the same, he immediately raised the rearview mirror of the car, and opened the space channel between the two worlds through the mirror.

"What, what?!"

In the real world, the young tourist turned pale with shock.

Before he saw Polnareff's magic trick, a mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of his eyes, and there was a murderous man standing in the mirror.

Could this be done by magic?

The young tourists were just astonished.

But Iluso stretched out his hand directly from the mirror passage, and grabbed the young tourist's arm:

"You come in for me too!"

"Polnareff—"

While reaching out to drag the young tourist, Iluso shouted coldly:

"You 'killed' another person!"

There was cruelty in his voice, and the words themselves threatened and tortured Polnareff.

But Polnareff's response was surprisingly calm.

Because the space channel has been opened, his indifferent and confident voice can also be transmitted to Iluso's ears in the mirror space:

"It was my fault to bring innocent people into battle."

"But they won't die."

"Because...you will be the only one who will die!"

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

From Polnareff's words, Illuso heard the sharpness of the sharp edge.

But he couldn't imagine why Polnareff, who could barely move his body and even his double was in trouble, still had such arrogance.

Why?Why do you let me die?
Is it based on your dead whiteboard stand-in, or your ridiculous "fencing" stand-in ability?
Illuso couldn't understand it at all.

But Polnareff's calm and powerful voice sounded like a nightmare:
"I'm just physically unable to move right now."

"However, if you just use the stand-in ability, there doesn't seem to be any problem."

"And you, you are a guy who will never forget your mission - so as long as I set a little bait, you will immediately be like a hound who sees the meat and bones, and follow my ideas to reach the place I want you to reach! "

"What? Substitute ability"

Iruso's expression changed:
"Could it be... your stand-in isn't actually a whiteboard, and you've been hiding your abilities to no avail?!"

"That's right!"

Polnareff said very proudly:

"Like I said, my silver chariot is not a blank slate."

"It does have the ability to stand in!"

The Silver Chariot is indeed no blank slate.

Strictly speaking, it has two real "skills":
[-]. Instantly remove armor and increase movement speed and attack speed.

Two, let the blade break away from the hilt to launch, causing long-range damage.

The first skill is useless now, after all, the silver chariot can hardly move, and there is no point in moving and attacking.

But this second skill "Hundred Step Flying Sword" has always been Polnareff's must-kill stunt at the bottom of the box.

Especially now. What Polnareff needs is long-range means of killing.

"Silver chariot!"

Polnareff shouted loudly.

In the real world, with only the right half of the silver chariot left, he moved his wrist with difficulty and precision, and adjusted the direction in which the blade of his right hand was pointing.

The blade was not pointed at Iluso himself, because Polnareff knew in his heart that the enemy could close the mirror channel at any time to avoid the flying sword.

Therefore, the blade is actually pointing at the iron fence beside Illuso.

But Iluso couldn't see it correctly, he just thought that Polnareff hid some trump card that could attack him from a distance.

He immediately gave up dragging the young tourist, and then instantly closed the mirror channel, trying his best to protect himself.

But none of this makes sense.

Polnareff is sure to complete the attack even if he is separated by a world:
"emission!"

As soon as he gave an order, the blade in the right hand of the silver chariot instantly disintegrated.

The disintegrated blade that had escaped from the hilt did not fall to the ground, but instantly turned into a silver streamer, flying forward at a terrifying speed.

Almost in an instant, this stream of light pierced the sky with piercing screams, and hit the iron fence of the real world straight.

The slender and sharp blade pierced through the rusty black iron.

And when the blade pierced through the black iron, the friction generated by this high-speed movement immediately wiped out a brilliant spark on the iron sheet.

Mars appears in the real world.

Then it will naturally be restored by the reflection of the mirror world.

At the same time, in the mirror world.
Obviously there was no flying sword of the silver chariot, but sparks suddenly appeared on the iron fence beside Ilusuo.

"fire!"

An unprecedented fear surged in Iluso's heart.

But after all, the sparks splashed onto his body covered in gasoline, and touched the flammable gas that had volatilized on the surface of his body.

In the next second, a fire blazed in the mirror space.

The silver chariot's sword penetrated the space, turning Illuso into a torch.

"Ahhhh-"

The flames were frantically devouring his flesh and blood.

Severe pain came from every inch of skin.

Iluso struggled to climb over the guardrail, exhausted his last strength, and jumped into the sea below.

But the viscous gasoline was always tightly stuck to his body, such a flame would not be easily extinguished even if he jumped into the water.

And the scorched skin met the cold and salty sea water, and the pain caused by the intense stimulation was even more unbearable.

At this moment, Iluso's spirit finally became extremely weak.

He can no longer stand in his own capacity.

The man in the mirror disappeared instantly, his ability was released, and everything that was dragged into the mirror world by it returned to reality at this moment.

The old man who was implicated before returned to reality, while Polnareff and the silver chariot also resumed their actions, and at the same time completely appeared on the bridge in reality.

And Iruso, who was covered in fire, appeared in the sea below.

He was almost scorched and struggled frantically in the water, but the flames were still not completely extinguished, but the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker.

If things continued like this, he would have to drown if he wasn't burned alive.

"call"

Polnareff heaved a long sigh of relief.

He knew that this difficult battle was finally over.

He persisted to the end with this body riddled with holes, and completed what he promised, "the magic of flames".

"Illuso"

Polnareff took one last look at the struggling enemy below.

That guy was on fire all over, with wounds all over his body, and he was still struggling to stare at him with angry and unwilling eyes.

"Oh." Polnareff sighed softly.

Then, he stretched out his hand and grasped the iron fence with force, and pulled out a dagger-like iron piece from the rusted fence.

"It must be painful to be burned to death"

Polnareff threw the iron piece casually.

The iron piece was actually thrown into Iluso's hands precisely:

"If you can't bear it, use this 'dagger'."

"Kill Yourself"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

A tall figure is left on the bridge.

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