Reckless Through The New World

Earl Tarakhan never thought that he would see another self.

The person in front of him, regardless of appearance or demeanor, is exactly the same as himself, even if it is himself, he can't see any difference.

He carefully looked at the man who stopped after walking a few steps, trying to find even a little bit different from his own on the other's face, but he couldn't find it.

The appearance is exactly the same, and the attire is no different. The most important thing is that the demeanor on this person's face is indistinguishable from his.

The Count knows that there are many masters of disguise in this world who can dress up like others. But no matter how powerful a master of disguise, at most, they can pretend to be the same in appearance, but they can't even have the same temperament!

A person's temperament is accumulated from the person's life experience, no matter how disguised, life experience cannot be disguised.

When the fake stands alone in front of people, it may confuse those who are not very observant, but when the real and fake stand together, unless it is a particularly dull person, anyone can see the difference between the two .

That feeling that is hard to describe in words is temperament.

The earl's temperament was cultivated by him for decades of intrigue, high power, and decisive killing... He has sufficient confidence in this, and thinks that no one can imitate it.

But at this moment, his confidence began to shake.

The person in front of him, not to mention his appearance, even his temperament, is no different from himself.

He looked very hard, paying special attention to the eyes of this man - no matter how good a pretender, it is difficult to disguise the eyes exactly the same.

But what he saw was exactly the eyes he saw in the ordinary mirror.

"No...it's impossible!"

The earl exclaimed, shaking his head again and again: "This is impossible! This is impossible!"

The man sneered and looked at him.

This sneer also gave him an unparalleled sense of familiarity. Although he rarely sneered in the mirror, he could clearly feel that this sneer was exactly the kind of smile he often had on his own face.

Suddenly, the count had a realization.

It's not a disguise at all, it's himself!

Someone used magic to record his own image and projected it, trying to deceive him with this!

"Beautiful thoughts!" The count roared, purple light flickered on his hand, and five magic **** of light flew out in arcs and shot towards the strange figure.

According to his imagination, this magic may pass through the phantom, or it may conflict with the magic that constructs the phantom and cancel each other out. But he never expected that the man raised his right hand, and the same purple light flashed on his hand, and a light shield with a grayish black color appeared in front of him, completely blocking his magic.

"No...impossible!"

The count took a few steps back, his body trembling slightly.

He is very familiar with this magic, because it is one of the magics he is best at.

What frightened him even more was that when the man cast the spell, he clearly felt that the magic power in his body had disappeared a little - almost, it was the amount required by the spell.

This made him suddenly understand that it was not someone else who cast this spell, but himself!

But... he clearly stood here, why did he stand on the opposite side, and why did he use spells to block his own spells?

And...the attire is wrong! He's not wearing such a suit today!

The Count felt that his mind was a little confused. The chaos was like a group of wild horses running and trampling in it, and it was like a mess of silk threads tangled randomly, and he couldn't find any clue.

So he could only stare at the man with wide eyes.

However, the man said nothing, did nothing, and just stood there quietly.

He didn't move, but put a lot of pressure on the count. Although this pressure was not as heavy as the previous silver-haired girl disguised as Beelzebub, there was something strange about it.

It's like going out in the morning, or if you open the door, you should see the scene outside the door. As a result, what I saw was the inside of the house... I turned my head and looked back, and it was also inside the house.

This is a famous spell "loop house". People trapped in the loop house, unless they have special spatial perception ability, even if they can kill a cow with one punch, they cannot leave until the spell expires.

The Count felt that he seemed to have been hit by a spell like this, so he saw himself.

"Yes! Since there is a loop house, of course there may also be a loop mirror! There is a loop mirror in front of me! What I see is myself in the mirror!"

He said in a somewhat impatient and frantic voice: "That's right! It's just a mirror!"

"It's just a mirror! It's just a mirror!"

He repeated the same words over and over, and then stepped forward.

He couldn't believe it was true! Absolutely nothing more than a mirror!

Although the "mirror" did not reflect the trees around him, but only himself, he still firmly believed that it was just a mirror!

Walking in front of this person, he stretched out his hand towards the other person's face, trying to touch the mirror surface of the mirror.

Then, his hand was caught.

It was a man's hand that grabbed his hand.

Old, thin, but full of strength, with a faint devilish aura, wandering in it.

"It looks so ugly!" the man said in the earl's very familiar voice, "be decent, me."

The Count's body shook violently, and without thinking about it, the other hand emitted a magical light, and he was about to launch an attack.

But before he could attack, he was thrown away. The man's strength was extremely huge, and he was thrown back at once, staggering back several steps. When he hadn't been able to stand firm, a purple-black light had already fallen on him.

He immediately felt weak and weak, and his legs became extremely heavy, like two large pieces of iron, heavy on the ground, unable to lift. The body also became extremely heavy, and even though he exhausted his strength, he couldn't support it and fell down.

This spell, which he is also very familiar with, is a kind of demon spell, which can absorb the victim's physical strength and make the victim weak.

In the past days, he has used this spell many times, and processed the sacrifice through the spell and dedicated it to the devil to enjoy.

But he never thought that one day, he would be hit by this spell.

Moreover, it is he himself who uses the spell!

An extremely ridiculous feeling rose in the earl's heart. He felt that the whole world was not right, and it was as if he was having an absurd nightmare.

"Yes...it must be a dream! Since the morning...I've been dreaming all day today! Actually, I'm still at home, still lying in bed. As long as I close my eyes and count one, two, three, and open them again, to wake up..."

The Count muttered to himself, closed his eyes, silently counted one, two, three, and opened his eyes again.

What he saw was still the dense forest, and the "self" that was exactly like him.