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Chapter 302 - 302 189 The Fourth Retrospection (6200)_1

Chapter 302: 189 The Fourth Retrospection (6200)_1 Chapter 302: 189 The Fourth Retrospection (6200)_1 Thick clouds shrouded the sky, swirling like a vortex in the endless black curtain. At the center of the vortex, a faint white moon floated, casting a bizarre yet tranquil moonlight.

“This is…”

Peacock’s aged face showed an incredulous expression.

He glanced around, seeming to realize something in an instant. He quickly took out a compass from his bosom.

The compass needle began to spin, its black tip did not point to the Mirror of Illusion inside the Church, but directly in the opposite direction. It seemed to be at the center of Mansa Village.

Moreover, the ruby in the center began to flash.

“Indeed… Hahaha… Indeed…”

Peacock laughed: “Since the compass has once lit up, the fragment of the door must exist within Mansa Village…”

He now understood what was going on, the legendary Mirror of Illusion, the mirror in the Soma Myth that holds the power to invert reality and illusion. The Mirror of Illusion he just obtained from the basement only had a frame but no mirror surface. The fragment of the door was not in the frame, but was on the vanished mirror surface.

It was precisely that mirror surface that caused the current anomaly.

Whoosh!

Suppressing his joy, he dashed out of Mansa Church like lightning, chasing after the fleeing Casio.

The streets within Mansa Village crisscrossed each other, and under the cover of darkness, the village appeared distinctly new. From a dark alley, hurried footsteps swiftly swept past, and Casio’s silhouette appeared at the corner street.

His somber face wiped away a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth.

During the rapid exchange just now, Casio understood once again his own strength. He is a fighter who poses a certain threat to boxing practitioners. First, he has Hard Qigong and extremely resilient. Even if a fighter wanted to beat him to death with high damage skills, it would take some time. Second, he is young and vigorous, relying on the power-based moves of the Wind Elephant Fist, combined with Wind Elephant Airflow. If he had a chance, the fighter would be beaten to death.

However, the old man called Peacock, who he just fought, was seasoned and his combat style was cautiously smooth, linking his moves richly.

He dominated the battle, but he wasn’t arrogant.

He didn’t give any chance to Casio to exploit any loophole.

This type of opponent was undoubtedly terrifying. He knew what his advantages were and hid his shortcomings. He kept expanding his achievements in the battle by relying on his advantage in speed and skill.

If it were an aggressive fighter, Casio might not be so distressed. Perhaps he would be pressed even harder just now and had heavier injuries, but he would always have the opportunity.

To gamble injury for injury, or even counterattack in desperate situation.

“Here he comes…”

Casio glanced over his shoulder, saw a swiftly advancing black silhouette; each of its leaps traveled a distance of several meters.

Just like a water bird lightly jumping over the river surface.

“Whose side are you on?! What are you doing running around during the Great Spirit Festival? Go to the plaza and show your respects!” At the end of this alley, three men carrying torches walked over step by step, wearing old grey-black hemp clothing.

The flickering firelight illuminated the black tattoos on these men’s necks. A coiling, open-mouthed black snake. It looked as if it was about to swallow their heads.

“Out of the way!”

Casio had no intention of talking to them, he merely sidestepped and barged past them. Along the way, his shoulder knocked down one of the men, and in a flash, he disappeared at the beginning of the next street.

“Damn it! He dared to rampage during the Great Spirit Festival! It must be those assholes from the Church, the stupid invaders!” The man who had been knocked down got up swearing, looking at the middle-aged man on his right carrying a torch.

There was a white bone whistle hanging around the middle-aged man’s neck.

“If it’s just one person, let’s not make a big fuss, we’ll notify the other Patrol Teams to catch him and try him under the Great Spirit!”

The middle-aged man waved the torch in his hand.

“Huh? Over there…”

Crack! Bang!

The man flew out like he was riding the wind and the clouds, his whole body heavily hitting the wall, with fresh blood gushing from his mouth.

His chest had caved in, revealing his devastated internal organs, blood pouring out like spring water.

At the place where the middle-aged man stood, Peacock, who had utilized the situation to divert his force, retracted his elbow and looked at the other two with interest.

“How lifelike… It even has a real sensation…”

Peacock lifted his elbow, glanced over at the other two men’s terrified expressions: “Is this the power of the Mirror of Illusion that possesses the fragments of the door? Directly reconstituting a Mansa Village from decades ago, even the dead have resurrected…”

His eyes burned with fervor, with one step his figure flashed and disappeared in the alley. Only the two terrified men around the corner were left.

“William he…”

“Quick use the bone whistle to notify the other Patrol Teams in the village!”

Just as the two were about to run, their heads suddenly fell from their necks. They smacked the ground with a thump, rolling about, spurting a fountain of warm blood.

The blood sprayed all over, gradually seeping into the cracks in the diamond floor.

Unbeknownst to them, the dismembered heads on the ground began to move on their own. A black tail-like thing covered in scales poked out from the split in the skull, making a hissing sound as it began to crawl. Finally, bearing the head, it vanished into the shadows of the corner wall.

Bang!

The punch Casio threw out hit the wall hard.

Immediately, a hole the size of a head appeared, rubble flying everywhere.