When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 926 - 293: Aleister’s Frappuccino!

Chapter 926: Chapter 293: Aleister’s Frappuccino!

Count Dorn casually gestured, and a mirror surface suddenly shimmered with a rainbow radiance.

That was the brilliance flowing out from the mirror. It was as if it reflected something luminous in front of it, something began to emerge within the mirror… but in front of it was only void.

As it burst out in a blaze of light, a man indeed appeared in front of it.

He was a middle-aged man dressed neatly, with a severe demeanor. He wore a butler’s attire, with a crow perched on his shoulder, its pupils blood-red. After being transferred, he calmly adjusted his tie without uttering a word.

Count Dorn’s pupils slightly constricted.

——Because he faintly sensed a feeling of danger.

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The middle-aged man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, showing no hint of the luminance of Path powers. But his instincts were continuously warning him.

This man looked as though he was hidden within a shroud of shadows… Any probe attempts on him would be futile.

…Could he be an Adapter?

This idea surfaced in Count Dorn’s mind, but was quickly dismissed.

It would take an assassin of the Fifth Power Level to make him feel threatened. However, such high-level assassins, if not belonging to the Hawkeye Organization, would certainly have close ties to it—

But Heinrich was a vile Vampire. Although he cherished talents, he wouldn’t likely be recruiting assassins… wasn’t he afraid this man could be an Assassin Master disguised from within the Hawkeye Organization?

But only a Fifth Energy Level Transcendent skilled in the Path of Adaptation could expertly conceal their transcendent traces…

So, he must be a Hawkeye assassin but not under Count Leipzig’s command; or he possessed some Extraordinary Item capable of hiding the power fluctuations of the Path — and the ones needing to conceal traces are none other than Transcenders of Transcendence or Love.

——The visitor bodes ill.

The instant Count Dorn saw the visitor, he somewhat regretted having welcomed him directly.

At the same time, he felt a faint murderous intent towards the Mirror Demon he had contracted with — that fellow probably deliberately omitted mentioning the other party’s strength and identity.

Ha, thinking of escaping from my side, are you?

He resolved that later he would trigger the contract, severely tormenting this once again dishonest Mirror Demon.

Meanwhile, he also awakened the Demon of Winter sleeping within him.

His pupils briefly turned purple, yet his face showed a very friendly smile: “Ah, my Lord Earl is far too kind…

“Wasn’t it said that it would be a few days before returning to Leipzig? Now it seems a banquet must be held, to welcome and cleanse the dust off my Lord Earl…”

His underlying message was to warn the other, “Count Leipzig will be back soon.”

If this man wasn’t one of Count Leipzig’s people, mentioning this might caution him somewhat; if he was, then he’s showing goodwill — after all, he wouldn’t mention Viscount Conley sealed within the mirror.

Continuing, Count Dorn finally lowered his gaze towards the young girl sculpture shielded behind the middle-aged man in butler’s attire.

It was an incredibly ornate, vibrant rainbow-colored ice sculpture.

A young girl, looking to be in her early twenties, knelt on the ground, hands clasped in devout prayer.

Her beauty was delicate and exquisite, imparting a bizarre sense of sacred tranquility. Yet, her tightly closed eyes conveyed a faint, silent despair.

Count Dorn slightly widened his eyes, expressing a hint of admiration: “This is simply art… no, this is great art!”

He instinctively extended his right hand, gently touching the icy surface of the sculpture.

Because from his viewpoint, he could see clearly—there was a soul frozen inside.

From the faint Path light visible, it seemed the girl was a Fourth Level Transcender.

Her soul was still alive, yet it appeared to have entered a special state, filled with the power of the Path of Dusk, entering complete stillness.

Count Dorn had heard of similar cases—Elves were said to Amberficate due to the influence of Dusk Power, turning into vibrant crystalline sculptures while still living.

He began to believe that this truly was a gift from Count Leipzig.

Of course… aside from being a gift, it rather appeared to be a warning.

——As if warning him that he had mastered the technique to seal Transcenders within!

It’s well-known that starting from the Fourth Level, Demon Scholars would advance into a Demon Incarnation. Once a Demon Incarnation is killed, the demon inside would leak out.

From this perspective, higher-level Demon Scholars are quite difficult to kill… if you kill them, you’d immediately have to fight a stronger, harder to kill Phantom Demon, completely rejuvenated and powerful.

And this girl, frozen as she was, belonged to the Fourth Energy Level. In this sealed state, the demon inside her would not escape.

…Hmph.

Count Dorn’s lips curved slightly upward, retracting his hand.

So that’s the implication.

The Old Vampire is warning me… he has found a way to deal with the Demon of Winter inside me, managing to seal me as well?

Is this his intention, or that of the Red Chancellor? Hmm, considering this Dusk-colored glow, the Spirit Summoning Tower intervening isn’t out of the question…

Count Dorn rapidly thought, scanning his enemies—but regrettably, with his long life, these hundred-plus years had given rise to too many adversaries, making it hard for him to immediately account for who exactly this was against him.

Yet, his face still closely examined the ice sculpture, maintaining joy and amazement on his face, ceaselessly praising: “How beautiful! I think, why not host an art exhibition. Invite all our old friends to see this magnificent and fantastical art!”

——The implied meaning was, you’d better consider the price of angering the “Academic Society.”

Facing the power capable of sealing a Demon Incarnation, even if the various academic societies were accustomed to fighting each other, now they must be able to unite.

There’s an old Stibnite saying, no one can fight against a united Stibnite—

The Demon Scholar community also has an internal version of this statement. Across the entire Star Antimony, no one dares to confront a truly united society.

But the middle-aged man merely remained silent, staring motionlessly at himself.

Count Dorn was momentarily stunned, his heart skipped a beat.

Without a second thought, he drew upon the power of the Demon of Winter within him, raising his hand—

In front of him flew several transparent, invisible blades, abruptly slicing the middle-aged man in the butler’s attire into pieces!

Accompanied by screams and the hoarse cries of crows, black feathers flew chaotically, and the man’s limbs shattered instantly on the ground!

—Demon of Winter.

It symbolizes silence, desolation, and fading away; it embodies the twilight demon that signifies the demise of all things!

Even for the Son of the Moon, who is difficult to kill and possesses considerable immortality, under the devastating breath of the Demon of Winter, will still freeze and shatter into pieces!

“…Wait?”

Right then, Count Dorn suddenly felt something was wrong.

If this person was truly torn to pieces by his Demon of Winter… his limbs should have withered and faded, not brimming with blood, still flowing on the ground—

Thinking carefully, haven’t Viscount Conley and the Mirror Demon been motionless since the beginning?

This is… an illusion!

To break the illusion, one must shatter the most prominent point!

And the most prominent point is—

Count Dorn tightly furrowed his brow, extending his hand immediately to press on the ice sculpture.

The formless, shapeless power infiltrated—The touched ice sculpture, along with the girl inside, shattered into pieces!

“Ah—”

Accompanied by a scream, the world before his eyes suddenly turned colorful, but then it fragmented—

Count Dorn felt his brain instantly clear up.

He opened his eyes again and saw that the girl within the ice sculpture had already lost her life, shattered into several dry corpse pieces inside.

However, the fantastically splendid ice sculpture of the girl remained intact, yet it no longer emitted the captivating, colorful rainbow light. It had turned into an ordinary ice sculpture.

—Clearly, the one using the illusion was the girl hiding within the ice sculpture!

At this moment, the middle-aged butler looked astonished: “How could this be…”

“Hmph, I knew it…”

Count Dorn held his head high with arrogance, snorting coldly: “Using such tricks in front of me, you’re centuries too early!

—Do you know, as a Demon Scholar, what kind of suffering and vigilant heart one must endure to overcome the malicious demons day and night? The slightest hesitation will lead to eternal damnation, soul obliteration! In my presence, any slight abnormality is clearly visible!”

During this time, the giant mirror then displayed the Mirror Demon he had made a pact with.

She now wore a face full of pleasing and flattering smiles: “My master, why do you say so…”

“Oh? Where did I speak incorrectly?”

Count Dorn slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, held his collar proudly, and spoke slowly but authoritatively: “You brought these two people over… you must have known the consequences, right?”

“No, no… Master, please! Don’t—”

Accompanied by the Mirror Demon’s fearful pleading, Count Dorn let out a cruel and proud laugh.

—And at this moment.

In the real world.

Count Dorn maintained a look of astonishment, his gesture of touching the ice sculpture had now turned into an ice sculpture itself.

As the “shell” of the ice sculpture of the girl melted and evaporated, Aleister opened his eyes, slowly standing up. The crow that was originally sitting on the Honey Badger’s shoulder also flew up, landing on Aleister’s shoulder.

In the instant when the shield provided by the Honey Badger was lost, the formidable power seeping from the crow caused the pupils of Viscount Conley, still sealed in the mirror hanging upside down, to suddenly tremble violently—

The incomparable power of the Path of Love, like an irresistible sea, continuously washed over his consciousness.

“Please…”

He looked at Count Dorn turned into an ice sculpture, then at the terribly powerful crow, about to speak and seek help.

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But just then, he suddenly lost consciousness—falling unconscious in an instant.

“It is indeed… a grand ‘Art’.”

Aleister glanced at Viscount Conley who had fainted with his neck turned sideways in the mirror, speaking leisurely.

—This is the Phantom Card she sealed not long ago, created using the “Sea Bride” as the material for the Spell Card!

[Spell Card: Ice of the Stars (Art)]

[Requirement: Water 4]

[Action, Summoning, Non-contact]

[Effect: Summon the colorful Ice of the Stars, simply shaping its form and maintaining for a period. Anyone who directly gazes at the Ice of the Stars and attempts to destroy or understand it will fall deeper into illusions; those caught in the illusions due to this effect will be frozen; those completely frozen due to this effect cannot actively break out of the illusion, even if the Ice of the Stars no longer exists]

The Ice of the Stars summoned by Aleister so silently froze a Fifth Energy Level Transcendent!