Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 71: The Battle Deep Within the Heart

Unlike the extraordinary trait Adam had imagined last time, Cyril clearly felt that the "Planetary Planeswalker" trait he had recalled based on his memories was merely superficial and had not brought him any improvement or change.

He exerted a little force with his right hand holding the Brilliant Flame, and with a crackling sound, the Brilliant Flame turned into specks of starlight and vanished into nothingness.

After a brief pause, he reached out again, while recalling the image of the "peace envoy" in his mind.

The next instant, a bright silver, ornate pistol appeared in his hand, but it was nothing special, lacking any spiritual energy, like an exquisite replica.

"this..."

Cyril opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. He suspected that Adam had been trying to fool him.

As thoughts drifted, Adam's voice echoed once more:

"This is not a fantasy, nor is it a manifestation of the mind; it is a product of your own imagination."

"This kind of fantasy only has the appearance and a few characteristics, but does not have the original abilities of the object."

Cyril paused for a moment, then recalled a phrase in the title "High Dimensional Overlooker": the source of all illusions.

Perhaps it is because he is now in the depths of his soul, free from the burdens of the body, that he is able to bring out the special qualities of his own status.

...But I don't need that kind of superficial ability right now!

He mentally grumbled to himself, then asked Adam for help, but the latter refused.

"This is your battle; no one else can interfere."

"The help I provide to you will also be simultaneously distributed to the split personality you have created. Both will grow at the same time, which is equivalent to neither of them growing."

"But the personality I split off from has weapons..." Cyril paused abruptly, then, as if realizing something, asked with an incredulous expression:

"Are the weapons wielded by my split personality also products of fantasy?"

Adam's gentle voice echoed in his ear: "Yes."

Damn! This makes me feel even more like a useless piece of trash.

Muttering a complaint, Cyril wanted to ask for the reason, but the tornado that had been carrying thick fog had dissipated, and he once again faced his split personality.

boom! boom! boom!

The bullet, trailing a silver flame, hurtled towards him before disappearing into a suddenly appearing, pitch-black, lightless curtain.

The next second, Cyril's figure appeared in another direction about ten meters away, and at the same time pointed at his own personality.

A crystalline ray shimmering with a pale blue light shot out from his fingertips, but was blocked by the long sword in the hand of his split personality the next second.

The pale blue rays instantly dissipated, covering the blood-stained longsword with a thin layer of ice crystals.

Cyril frowned slightly, only able to say that he understood himself best; both sides could think of each other's thoughts and respond in the shortest amount of time.

Looking at the "Peacekeeper" in the hands of his split personality, he suddenly understood why the other party had never used the most powerful bullet storm. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that this imagined "Peacekeeper" simply couldn't use that ability.

Fantasy is not the same as imagining things out of thin air; it also requires understanding and analyzing the essence of things. He certainly did not understand the Bullet Storm, which had only been used once.

slap~

After a crisp snap of the fingers, the surroundings were first filled with mist, and then a sudden gust of wind swept all the mist toward the split personality.

The split personality lowered its eyes, creating a wind in the opposite direction around it.

The two opposing air currents collided again, forming a rapidly spinning tornado at the center.

Bang! Bang! Bang....

A barrage of gunfire erupted as the split personality unleashed a deluge of bullets from the "Peacekeeper" pistol. Although this imaginary handgun couldn't produce a bullet storm, it had an almost unlimited supply of ammunition.

On the other side of the whirlwind carrying white mist, bullets trailing silver flames were densely packed, almost blocking all of Cyril's possible escape routes. However, the gaps between the bullets were still large enough for him to dodge.

After dodging several bullets in a sorry state, Cyril frowned. He realized a serious problem: his split personality's marksmanship was improving.

If this continues, he will be killed by his increasingly skilled split personality.

"There's no other way..."

He sighed silently, stopped shifting his body, and reached out to grasp at the sky.

The next second, a cross, hundreds of meters tall and surrounded by countless skeletons, fell from the sky and crashed between him and his split personality, shattering the whirlwind carrying thick white mist into pieces, leaving only a few ripples of air.

This was not the end. As the giant cross landed, black stone pillars appeared out of thin air, emerging from the ground and supporting a magnificent cathedral that enveloped him and his split personality.

Inside the church, every pillar, every arch, and every dome is inlaid with bones from different races. They are densely packed, yet they do not appear gloomy at all; instead, they are full of holiness.

On the walls, windows, and doors of the church, transparent and distorted faces emerged, as if countless souls were sealed inside, separating the astral realm from the spirit world.

This is the Church of Adam's Bones!

This was the solution he came up with after his conversation with Adam. The direct help Adam provided would be diverted to his split personality, but the power he imagined belonging to Adam was obviously not included. Adam could enhance this power through mystical connections, indirectly breaking the balance between him and his split personality.

He initially didn't want to use this method because this was the depths of his own soul, and allowing Adam's power to invade this place could potentially bring hidden dangers.

He worried that he might be subtly implanted with ideas that weren't his own, or that he might be given psychological suggestions that would only surface at crucial moments.

You can never be too careful with an "audience," especially when that "audience" is the strongest one in several eras.

But as the pressure from his split personality gradually increased, he found that he had no other suitable solution than to let Adam's power intervene to break the balance.

bang~

Bang!

The "Peacekeeper" in the hands of the split personality suddenly went silent, and then exploded in his astonished eyes!

A sharp, silvery-white flash of light appeared, and suddenly only half of the bleeding little finger remained in the right hand of the split personality holding the gun.

Cyril's lips twitched slightly; he seemed to see Adam writing the script with great effort.

Without giving the split personality a chance to react, he gently rubbed his fingers together, and a white light, even more dazzling than an old-fashioned camera, suddenly burst forth from his dark eyes.

"flash!"

Before the split personality could react to the gun exploding, a blinding white light flooded their eyes, causing temporary blindness.

He instinctively tried to back away, but his foot suddenly slipped, and he fell backward uncontrollably.

The long sword, stained with mottled blood, which he had been holding, was flung away as he fell, tracing a zigzag arc in mid-air before landing precisely in Sirion's hand.

Cyril casually swung his knife, and thick black smoke with a pungent sulfur smell billowed out.

Snapped!

Cyril snapped his fingers, and black smoke, carrying potent poison and corrosive properties, was instantly transferred to the area around the split personality, completely enveloping him.

The howling wind exploded the next second, and two completely opposite winds collided, forming a whirlwind carrying black smoke around the split personality.

Amidst the rapidly spinning whirlwind, black smoke kept disappearing and reappearing.

Cyril and his split personality simultaneously used "Transfer Gas," achieving a dynamic balance.

After the attempts to "fly wind" and "transfer poison gas" failed one after another, the split personality simply used "freezing" on itself.

Thin ice crystals quickly covered his body, isolating him from the highly toxic and corrosive black smoke.

With a slight smirk, Sirion cast a few more "freeze" spells on the split personality, thickening the layer of ice covering him, paying particular attention to his head, in an attempt to suffocate him.