Venice has a strong artistic atmosphere, so it is not surprising that there are artists performing on the roadside.
Although Polnareff’s current “half-human” appearance is weird, it can hardly be called scary.
After all, it is a bright morning, with a clear blue sky, a clear blue sea, and the atmosphere is so warm that it is impossible to be scared – anyone who has watched ghost movies knows that ghosts do not work at this point.
The right half of Polnareff’s “disappeared” body only became transparent. There was no shocking blood on the section of the human body that was cut open by the power of space, and no stomach-turning organs appeared.
Not only is it not scary when you look closely, it also looks quite magical.
So, when Polnareff casually called himself the master of magic, the young tourist immediately believed him without any doubt.
He also seems to be an avid magic fan.
As soon as he heard Polnareff say “I’ll show you something more powerful”, he immediately rushed forward impatiently.
As the young tourist approached in a hurry, he was still staring at the remaining half of Polnareff’s body and looking up and down:
“It’s really incredible…”
“How can street close-up magic be done to this extent?”
“There is no flaw at all, and no trace of magic props…”
He walked forward in two or three steps, surrounded Polnareff and sighed in admiration:
“It’s amazing! If you hadn’t told me, I would have doubted that you were a magician with superpowers. Master…how did you do this?”
The young tourist observed half of Polnareff’s body closely, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
If it weren’t for the most basic respect for the magic performer, he would even have to reach out and touch the invisible half of the “master’s” body.
But even if he didn’t mean it, he still couldn’t help but want to get as close to Polnareff as possible.
“Don’t go forward!”
Polnareff stopped him in time.
The right half of his body in the real world is a silver chariot holding a sword in his hand.
If the young tourist continued to foolishly push forward, 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 a hurry.
He didn’t know that he almost bumped into the sword in Silver Chariot’s right hand, thinking that this was the safe distance required by the master to perform magic.
Just like that, he stopped and asked impatiently:
“Master.”
“Do you want to perform anything else? How do you need me to cooperate?”
The young tourist asked politely.
“Cough cough…cough cough…”
Polnareff’s mouth was filled with blood, and he answered with difficulty:
“There are some scattered pieces of broken ice next to the car over there. Pick them up quickly.”
The ice bags were packed casually by store clerks in plastic bags, and the packaging was not reliable.
When the ice bag fell to the ground earlier, there were indeed a few pieces of broken ice left on the ground.
“Hurry over there after you get the crushed ice…”
“Just stand there, next to the iron fence beside the bridge.”
It is difficult to move my body, but it is not particularly difficult to move my wrists and fingers.
Polnareff tried his best to point out the direction with his finger:
“Go quickly, just stand there.”
“Okay!”
The young tourist nodded seriously.
He hurried to the car to pick up the pieces of broken ice, but turned around and asked in confusion:
“Master, why are the corners of your mouth bleeding?”
“Looking at the injuries on his body, his face doesn’t look good either.”
Not looking good…
It’s strange that your face looks so good!
Polnareff helplessly cursed in his heart:
The other half of his body is still being beaten firmly next to each other in the mirror space.
The fists of the man in the mirror are quite powerful for a flesh and blood body. He was hit dozens and dozens of times in succession, and half of his chest was dented by the beatings.
The ribs were shattered inch by inch, and the broken bones penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood.
This is already a fatal injury.
But the powerful and heavy fists of the man in the mirror did not stop for a moment, as if hammering nails into the board, hammering the broken sternum into deeper and more deadly places. .
Polnareff naturally understood this deeply.
The pain of bones and flesh turning into a ball of mud under the heavy blow was now like a flood flooding his brain.
But he knows better that he must not cry out in pain now or show his cowardice:
“No, nothing…”
“This is just a show effect created by makeup.”
Polnareff tried his best to put on an optimistic and carefree smile:
“This is the ‘personality’ of my performance.”
“I am now playing the role of ‘a defeated knight who was split in half by the enemy’s magic and bound here’.”
“That’s it…”
“Not only does he show off his magic skills, but he also incorporates personal plot into the performance… The master is indeed a master!”
The young tourist suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.
He no longer had any doubts:
“Okay, I’ll go over and take my seat now!”
With that said, the young tourist immediately followed Polnareff’s instructions and quickly walked to the bridge in the direction he indicated.
He quickly stood up next to the iron fence, then turned back and asked:
“Master, what should I do now?”
“Knock on the iron fence next to you. It doesn’t have to be too loud.”
“Just use the force you would accidentally bump into when walking.”
Polnareff made a very strange request.
“Okay.”
The young tourist knocked lightly on the iron fence without hesitation.
The sound was neither light nor heavy, but it could still be heard clearly and spread far and wide.
“Then what?”
He asked with great anticipation what to do next.
“Turn around and walk close to the iron gate guardrail towards the train station.”
Polnareff gave another incomprehensible instruction.
The young tourist still subconsciously obeyed the instructions and turned around to start taking action.
But before turning around, he couldn’t help but ask:
“Master, are there too many steps…”
“What kind of magic is this going to perform?”
“What magic…”
Polnareff smiled with difficulty:
“Take a good look -“
“This is the magic of fire.”
…………………………………………. …
In the mirror space.
The rules of mirror space are very special:
Every object in the real world has a mirror image here, except for living creatures like humans.
People in the mirror world must observe human activities outside through the mirror.
And if you want to hear the voices of humans outside, you have to open the space channel of the mirror world and connect the two worlds exactly.
But just now he closed the passage after sending Polnareff halfway out.
So Iruso couldn’t hear the conversation between Polnareff and the young tourists 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. Polnareff, who could barely move his body, had no ability to play any more tricks.
He just needs to use the greatest strength and fastest speed to complete this execution.
But…
Just when Iruso was about to beat Polnareff to death, an accident happened.
When he burst into the place where he came from, he heard the buzzing sound of the iron fence vibrating-
Human voices cannot be transmitted to the mirror world, but the impact humans exert on real objects will be 100% restored to the mirror image of the mirror world.
So, he heard this sound.
This seemed to be the sound made by someone accidentally touching the iron fence while passing by.
“What’s going on?”
Iluso suddenly turned his head and looked at the iron fence following the sound:
“Has someone passed there in the real world?”
The source of the sound was not far from him.
If a passerby passed by there in the real world, then the passerby would definitely be able to see Polnareff with half of his body sent out.
When I thought 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 next to the iron fence.
The young tourist was still nodding to Polnareff, who was only half alive, and was saying something excitedly.
Then, before Iluso was shocked, the young tourist seemed to have received some kind of mission from Polnareff…
He suddenly turned his head, walked close to the iron fence guardrail, and hurriedly walked towards the train station.
And the most important thing is…
In the hands of the young tourist, there were still a few conspicuous pieces of broken ice.
“Ice…what are you doing…”
“The broomstick actually asked a passerby to help?!”
Iluso’s face instantly turned ugly:
He really didn’t expect that Polnareff, with only half his body left, could still “confuse people” in the outside world.
This kind of appearance doesn’t scare people away?
Not to mention, that guy was beaten up all the time just now!
While enduring such a heavy blow with his rotten body, he still had to trick passers-by into helping without changing his expression…
“What a monster!”
Iluso cursed through gritted teeth.
He wanted to kill Polnareff right now, but he knew very well what his first priority was.
He must stop the passerby.
Even though there were very few ice cubes in the hands of the passers-by, their size was so small that it was doubtful whether they could hold on before being delivered to the station.
It is questionable how effective this behavior can be by transporting such a few pieces of ice that can be completely ignored.
But even so, Iluso would never let the crushed ice have a chance to be delivered to the train station.
This is his mission.
He will never put any risk to Prosit who is fighting in the train station.
“Damn…”
“I won’t let you succeed!”
Iluso gritted his teeth bitterly, turned around and pursued the young tourist with his substitute.
The seriously injured Polnareff was once again left behind by him.
This time, he was more reassured about the situation.
Because Polnareff can barely move, the same goes for Silver Chariot.
His substitute ability is only “fencing”. What else can he do after he can’t even swing a sword?
It’s just being stuck in place, helplessly waiting to die.
So, Iluso simply left Polnareff behind and chased him to the iron fence in the mirror space in three steps and two steps at a time.
Feeling that the location was almost there, he immediately raised the rearview mirror of the car and used the mirror to open the space channel between the two worlds.
“Wha, what?!”
In the real world, the young tourist was shocked.
Before he saw the magic trick that Polnareff performed on him, a mirror suddenly appeared in the air in front of him, and in the mirror stood a man with a murderous look on his face.
Is this also something magic can do?
The young tourists were extremely surprised.
But Iluso stretched out his hand directly from the mirror passage and grabbed the young tourist’s arm:
“Come in, too!”
“Polnareff——”
While reaching out to drag the young tourist, Iluso shouted coldly:
“You have ‘killed’ another person!”
His voice was full of cruelty, and the words themselves were intimidating and torturing Polnareff.
Unexpectedly, Polnareff’s response was unusually calm.
Because the space channel has been opened, his calm and confident voice can still reach the ears of Iluso in the mirror space:
“It is indeed my fault to involve innocent people in the battle.”
“But they won’t die.”
“Because…it will only be you who will die!”
At this moment, time seems to have frozen.
Iluso heard the sharp edge in Polnareff’s words.
But he simply couldn’t imagine why Polnareff, who could only barely move his body and even his substitute was in trouble, still had the confidence to be so arrogant.
Why? Why would you let me die?
Is it your dead whiteboard stand-in, or your ridiculous “fencing” stand-in ability?
Iluso had no way of understanding it.
But Polnareff’s calm and powerful voice sounded like a nightmare:
“I just have difficulty moving now.”
“However, if you just use the substitute ability, there doesn’t seem to be any problem.”
“What? Substitute ability…”
Iluso’s expression changed:
“Could it be that…you have been hiding your abilities all this time to no avail?!”
“That’s right!”
Polnareff said very proudly:
“I said, my silver chariot is not a blank slate.”
“It does have the ability to stand in as a substitute!”
Silver Chariot is indeed not a blank slate.
Strictly speaking, it has two real “skills”:
1. Instantly remove armor and increase movement speed and attack speed.
Two, let the sword blade break away from the hilt and launch it, causing long-range damage.
The first skill is useless now. After all, the Silver Chariot can hardly move, so there is no point in moving or attacking.
But this second skill, “Hundred Steps Flying Sword”, has always been Polnareff’s surefire move.
Especially now… What Polnareff needs is long-range killing methods.
“Silver Chariot!”
Polnareff shouted loudly.
In the real world, with only the right half of his body left, the silver chariot moved his wrist with difficulty and precision, adjusting the direction in which the blade of his right hand was pointing.
The sword blade was not pointing 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.
So, the sword blade is actually pointing at the iron fence next to Iluso.
But Iluso couldn’t see accurately and thought that Polnareff was hiding 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.
Even though he is a world away, Polnareff is sure to complete the attack:
“Launch!”
He gave an order, and the blade in Silver Chariot’s right hand instantly disintegrated.
The disintegrated sword blade that separated from the hilt did not fall to the ground, but instantly turned into a silver stream of light, flying forward at an extremely terrifying speed.
Almost in an instant, this stream of light pierced the sky with a harsh scream and hit the iron fence of the real world.
The slender and sharp blade immediately cut through the rusty black iron.
When the sword blade pierced through the black iron, the friction caused by the high-speed movement immediately rubbed 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…
There was obviously no flying sword from the silver chariot, but the iron fence guarding Iluso still suddenly scratched out a spark.
“Fire!”
Iluso felt an unprecedented fear in his heart.
But the sparks eventually splashed onto his body covered in gasoline, touching the flammable oil vapor that had volatilized on his body.
The next second, a fire ignited in the mirror space.
The sword of the Silver Chariot penetrated the space and lit Iluso into a torch.
“Ahhhhh-“
The flames were devouring his flesh and blood crazily.
Every inch of skin felt intense pain.
Iluso struggled over the guardrail, used his last strength, and jumped into the sea below.
But the thick gasoline always stuck to his body, and the flame would not be extinguished easily even if he jumped into the water.
When the burnt skin meets the cold salty sea water, the pain caused by the severe stimulation is even more unbearable.
At this moment, Iluso’s spirit finally became extremely weak.
He can no longer use his stand-in ability.
The man in the mirror disappeared instantly, his ability was released, and everything that was dragged into the mirror world returned to reality at this moment.
Polnareff and Silver Chariot each resumed their actions and appeared completely on the bridge in reality.
And Iluso, who was covered in fire, appeared in the sea water below.
Almost burned, he struggled wildly in the water, but the flames were never completely extinguished, but the strength of his struggle became increasingly weak.
If this continues, he will either be burned alive or drowned.
“Huh…”
Polnareff let out a long sigh of relief.
He knew that this difficult battle was finally over.
He used this riddled body to persevere until the end, completing the “magic of fire” he had promised.
“Iluso…”
Polnareff took one last look at the enemy struggling below.
The guy’s whole body was on fire and covered in injuries, but he was still struggling to stare at him with his angry and unwilling eyes.
“Alas.” Polnareff sighed lightly.
Then, he stretched out his hand and grasped the iron fence guardrail hard, and pulled out a dagger-like piece of iron from the rusty guardrail.
“It must be painful to be burned to death…”
Polnareff threw the iron piece casually.
The iron piece was thrown into Iluso’s hands with great accuracy:
“If you can’t bear it, use this ‘dagger’…”
“Kill yourself…”
After speaking, he turned and left without looking back.
A tall silhouette is left on the bridge.