Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

"who are you?"

Caesarline stared at Vincent sharply and asked.

They had already left the quiet and peaceful little garden, and moved to the highest point of the imperial city amidst the roar of thunder and hurricane.

Vincent retreated as soon as he got the blow, and walked around nimbly while fighting and retreating, but Caesarline would never let this 'Vincent' escape from his face,

He also used the magic of wind to catch up.

Caesarline is indeed a man who has experienced many battles. Although Vincent's deception is full of tricks, he can always find the real Vincent from the phantoms flying in all directions.

It wasn't until Caesarion pushed Vincent to the highest point in the imperial city that Vincent stopped for a short rest when he saw that Caesarion had the intention to stop.

Hearing Vincent from Caesarline, Vincent rubbed his black hair in distress—and following Vincent's subconscious action, Caesarline's eyes flickered again.

Vincent thought for a while, and asked, "If I say that I am Vincent himself, but not the Vincent you know, what are you going to do?"

When Vincent said these words, he was ready to fight again at any time, but the words Caesarline said the next moment made Vincent understand that Caesarline really knew himself better than he knew. .

"I believe in you." Caesarion put away the weapon in his hand and said loudly.

The sword held by Caesarline just now made Vincent suffer a lot. It didn't take much effort from Caesarline to cut a gap in Vincent's protective shield.

Although Vincent's shield was automatically replenished and filled with magic power, the gap at that moment was enough for Vincent and Caesarion to fight several times again.

Vincent has never seen Caesarion use this sword, but judging from the degree of flexibility and the pattern of the hilt, it is probably from the hands of Vincent of this world.

"Your subconscious habits, the way you use magic power, and the way you look at me, I believe you are Vincent—I will never hurt Vincent." Caesarion said seriously.

After hearing this, Vincent's eyes became hot for a while.

It's really a turn of events. Vincent never thought that one day, he would reproduce the scene he saw in his original dream in this way.

Obviously in his own world, Vincent did so much to avoid the confrontation between himself and Caesarline, and indeed gained unexpected results, but in this world, he saw Caesarline's murderous expression again. appearance.

But Vincent was not sad or sad, but relieved.

Coupled with what Caesarline said, Vincent completely ignored the dream.

It was like the boots that had been worried about falling off. Although the sneakers that fell off were very similar to the boots, the sound of finally hitting the ground made Vincent heave a sigh of relief.

His realm, which he has not advanced for many years, is shaking again. In the eyes of Caesarion in this world, Vincent saw countless elemental elves coming from all over, sticking to his body intimately. .

The power of this world pours into Vincent's body continuously through these lovely elves. The rolling hills in the distance of Vincent's vision have begun to blur and whiten, as if being splashed by an ignorant child. It is like putting on white paint, smearing the clear and black mountains into a piece of snow white.

Vincent saw himself suddenly appearing next to Caesarion, and the self in the illusion ten years later did not seem to have changed much, but his brows were no longer furrowed, and his expression was no longer so repulsive.

'Vincent' stood beside Caesarion, tightly holding the hand of the blond emperor, and then looked at Vincent with pure black pupils.

So when I looked at Caesarion, did I look like this?

So affectionate and happy.

Vincent thought of this inopportunely at this dangerous time.

But the improvement of the realm requires more strength, and it is irreversible.

Vincent absorbed the magical power of this illusion faster and faster. In the end, the elemental spirits gushed out like a flood in the next moment, submerging his vision.

And as there are more and more elemental elves, this illusion is swallowed up more and more.

Not only the scenery, but also the sound.

Noise, laughter, the noise of fireworks exploding in the air, and even the voices of Caesarline and Vincent who were close at hand, all of these were swallowed by the elemental elves.

As if realizing from this doomsday scene that he is just an imaginary character, the 'Vincent' here stopped talking, just stared at his lover quietly, and smiled.

And Caesarion also understood what his partner meant.

In the gap, Vincent saw them looking at each other, and then hugged each other tightly, their lips pressed together, and they kissed passionately.

The surging emotion made Vincent feel a little guilty.

Even though he knew that this was just an illusion created by the afterimage of an angel, this 'Vincent' and 'Caesarline' were neither himself nor Vincent's Caesarline.

But in this future illusion calculated by the angel and then presented, it seems to be Vincent and Caesarline himself.

The illusion has lost the support of magic power, and the angel that can provide magic power is no longer in this illusion. Vincent was a blessing in disguise, but solved the bottleneck demon that had been stuck in his realm for many years.

In this way, Vincent can leave this illusion without waiting until after sunset.

Everything around was painted white in the end, and so were the two people who were hugging and kissing tightly.

When I went out, I saw Caesarline, gave him a good hug, and praised him.

Vincent made up his mind, and thoughts of Caesarline flooded out like a flood.

It wasn't until the eyes were completely white and silent that Vincent's continuous absorption of magic power gradually stopped.

The elemental elves who were flying around just now, as if they had drunk too much wine, also dispersed at this moment, and landed in this snow-white area, still looking unsatisfied.

Vincent frowned. He tried to call Caesarion's name, but what he got was that the sound was swallowed up, and there was no echo.

Vincent narrowed his eyes coldly, no longer determined to endure.

A purple thunder light jumped from his palm, aimed at the inside where he was standing and slashed fiercely!

"I'm sorry, I don't want to stay here at all - Thunder Flash!" Vincent used his magic power, because he didn't know how far it would take to split this white space - because angels are beyond the standard, Considering the consumption of mana and the number of times he may use magic after going out, the magic that Vincent used used about [-]% of the mana reserve.

Vincent Xianyu has been in his mage tower for several years, and he has never stopped meditating during these years. After all, at Vincent's level, he does not need to use his magic power much. have to come.

This shows how terrifying the magic power reserves accumulated by Vincent are.

Not to mention the power of the illusion that Vincent absorbed in the illusion just now because of the disappearance of the inner demon, which led to the improvement of the realm.

Vincent knelt on one knee, surrounded by a small protective shield, and a purple thunder light shone in his hand, like a long sword, piercing through the white glow under his feet.

This purple lightning didn't just split the space under Vincent's feet, but also splashed upwards and all around.

Those purple-blue broken lights fell on the white barrier, but did not disappear. On the contrary, like sparks falling into a dry pyre, they suddenly burst into blue flames several meters high, swallowing those white barriers completely. belly.

The space Vincent was in shook like an earthquake, and only Vincent remained motionless like an anchor.

"Let me out—" Vincent yelled, and as his words fell to the ground, the white space that bound Vincent and couldn't leave broke, like an egg whose shell had been pecked by a chick, cracked. There was a spider web-like gap.

Vincent broke through the space that should have been created by an out-of-spec force, and he didn't like to fight. Seeing that he had a chance to escape, he quickly left this white world.

It wasn't until Vincent came out that he realized that the world that had just wrapped him was just a box with exquisitely painted palaces and mountains.

Vincent's figure was floating in the air. Out of caution, although he was already very curious about how the box was made, Vincent didn't pick up the box and take a closer look.

Where Vincent is now is no longer in the black passage that descends infinitely when he entered the third floor of the underground maze just now, but it looks more like someone's room.

There is a beige square table in the room, beside the table is a bench inlaid with sapphires, and behind it is a row of tall and spacious bookcases.

There are many books on the bookcase that Vincent does not know how to read. I am afraid that they are not the same as those stored on the second floor of the underground labyrinth. They belong to this angel alone.

There is no bed in the room, but after Vincent thought about it, angels really don't need to rest, even if they really need to rest, angels with wings can't lie on the bed, because the wings will be crushed.

Vincent is the only one in this room.

Although there were no lights around, there was still a soft and not dazzling light illuminating him.

If you look carefully, you still can't find the light source that shines.

Vincent looked up, although there was a spot of light almost the size of a fingernail on the very top of his head, which might be the exit of the third floor, but Caesarline hadn't come back now, Vincent didn't plan to leave alone. go.

Where would Caesarion be?

Vincent thought that he would be able to see Caesarion's face as soon as he came out, but this hope was dashed, which made his chest feel a little tight.

What worries Vincent even more is that the afterimage of the angel feels that he can't find fun with Vincent, so what should he do if he makes it more difficult with Caesarlane?

Vincent bit his lower lip tightly, and began to think about whether there were any key points in his past that could excite the afterimage of the angel.

— Ludwig I! !