Chapter 1411 Illusions
Chapter 1411 Illusions
As the bullet arrived before the woman, she smiled and kept watching. Even as the bullet passed through her forehead, she kept her smile and watched Braval with unblinking eyes.
Braval’s face slowly twisted as his laughter faded and a look of confusion appeared before him. He slowly moved forward as he forced the bullet to move back through the woman’s head again.
Once again, the woman didn’t flinch at all.
He arrived right next to the woman and placed his palm on her body. He felt a slight bit of force before his hand suddenly passed through her body and arrived on the other side.
“Trickery!” he suddenly said. “You are using trickery against me!” He looked around, trying to see where the final person was. “It won’t work. Your trickery won’t stop me. Your friends will be long dead before that.”
“Oh?” the woman before him spoke. “And why is that?”
Braval started giggling again. “If… if you do anything to stop me, you will have revealed your presence to me. The moment I know you are present, you lose,” he said. “I have killed dozens like this. You will either find yourself dead or down with a massive headache and then dead pretty soon.”
“I don’t have it yet,” the woman said.
Braval punched through her face and the woman’s face twisted, disappearing. “I don’t,” he said. “But I will soon.”
He slowly moved around the room, moving his arm around to see if he could touch her. He even grabbed a wooden stick that he had been using as a walking stick these past months to try and hit whoever was still invisible.
It took him a moment of focus to remember that he was still hurt. He looked down and saw blood slowly dripping down his thigh and leg, all the way down to the floor. Whatever had bitten him earlier had left quite the wound.
‘Dammit!’ Braval thought. ‘There’s that too.’
“What’s wrong? You hurt?” a young girl with twin tails appeared with a mocking smile on her face.
Braval moved instinctively and smashed his stick through the girl’s face only to realize that she was not real at all.
“Another illusion?” he asked. “How many can you do before you find yourself unable to resist the pain?”
“How many people can you focus on before you find yourself unable to resist the pain?” a slightly tall young man appeared out of nowhere and asked him.
Braval poked the young man strongly and the stick went through the body.
He heard some grunting and turned around to see the paladin and the young man standing once again, defending each other with their sword once again. The bullet was still making its way toward them slowly.
Braval stopped looking at them. He didn’t need to look at them. The moment their senses moved away from the bullet, they would fall to the ground with a head full of pain and be unable to do anything.
He had killed many people like this and knew he had nothing to care about. He had even fought people with guns who were incapable of doing anything to him as the moment they switched focus, they were unable to keep their heads straight.
“How many men have you killed until now?” a tall girl with beautiful blonde hair appeared before the man. The man simply struck her and moved past her as soon as he realized that she was an illusion again.
“Where are you hiding?” he asked. “You can’t be far away to create such intricate illusions. Tell me where you are right now.”
“In your dreams,” another illusion appeared next to the man. This time, it carried a gun with it.
The woman that was the illusion shot the gun and Braval threw himself to the ground to protect himself. To him, every illusion could be the real deal, so he had to remain careful.
Another two illusions appeared in front of him, all of the same men time. They both had guns in their hand and they both shot at Braval at the same time.
Braval could not take any chances, so he dodged the moment he could. He threw himself sideways as the illusion bullets flew past him.
Braval grunted as he slowly got up. The images were one thing, but the sound was so realistic that he could swear each of the bullets was actually being fired.
He looked back up to see who else had stood up and his eyes went wide in horror. A dozen different people of all shapes and sizes stood in the middle of his room, all of whom slowly raised their guns toward the man.
“No!” the man said. His eyes flashed through everyone, using the time he had been given to pick and choose every single one of the people.
Once done, he waited for one of them to fall down with migraine and headache. And yet, not a single one did. “No!” he shouted. “How could there be not a single real one here?”
All the illusions spoke at the same time.
“If you think I will show myself, then you are gravely mistaken.”
As soon as they said that, they instantly shot the gun again. Braval instinctively moved again, even though he knew they weren’t real.
When he got up, there were more illusions in the room, all of which got ready to shoot again.
Braval’s eyes went wide in horror. They flashed left to right to catch every single one and had to go through them multiple times to check them all. If he missed a single one, then his powers wouldn’t work.
Just as he was doing that, something bit him on the right leg as well.
The dog that he had beaten away long ago came back to bite him.
Braval screamed in pain and smashed his gun on the dog’s face. The whimpering dog kept biting, however, and Braval kept screaming.
Just as he screamed, something smashed onto the side of his head, sending him reeling to the ground. Before he knew it, he had lost consciousness.
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