Chapter 133: Reality or Illusion, Danger Approaches

This place, Vilyric had a distinct memory of.

The towering statue of the God of Sky Minerva, the familiar amusement facilities and signboards—this was the Island of Spris, the central square of Spris City, the very location Xi Fu Lin had told her where she sensed the presence of the Earth Mother Goddess’ fragments.

But the true Island of Spris had been destroyed during a recent catastrophe; Vilyric had personally visited it, and the space where the island once existed was now completely empty, so this could only be an illusion.

Or perhaps, someone’s memory.

“What the hell… I’m not a psychologist, nor do I have a hobby of prying into others’ privacy…”

That gray light just now was clearly a trap. The other party might have considered the possibility of Hilda being defeated, so they deliberately left such a scheme on her, intending to drag anyone trying to extract secrets from her into this place.

Thus, this place probably wouldn’t be safe or harmless like the previous two times. Considering the enemy’s usual strange methods, it would be wise to be cautious.

Vilyric looked around.

Judging by the sky, it was nearing evening.

The area was bustling with people, most of whom were local residents ending their workday and hurrying home, the majority being Winged People, alongside a few humanoids from other regions.

These were no different from those Vilyric had seen on the Island of Spris, so what was the other party planning by dragging her here?

Moreover…

The girl glanced down at her familiar white robe and the magic power swirling within her; without a doubt, these were consistent with the powers she possessed, not as if she had been brought in under someone else’s memory.

But, it was definitely not real.

This point couldn’t escape the notice of the Priestess with strong Soul Power; her true self should still be in the real world rather than having been transported to some strange little space.

Though worried about the outside, given that such illusions or memories were merely a moment in reality, Vilyric didn’t attempt to forcibly break free from here.

“Hey! Whoever dragged me in here, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, hurry up! I’m in a rush!”

Standing at the center of the crowded square, Vilyric cupped her hands like a trumpet and shouted loudly.

However, even though she deliberately made such attention-grabbing moves, the surrounding Winged People completely ignored the black-haired girl, continuing with their own business.

Just as expected…

It was one of those illusions that couldn’t interact, or rather, a scene manufactured based on someone’s memory.

This also eliminated the possibility for Vilyric to figure out the current situation through verbal communication.

However…

The girl slowly moved towards two female Winged People walking side by side, and their conversation drifted into Vilyric’s ears.

“Tonight is the banquet for His Majesty’s birthday, right? I heard many countries sent envoys to congratulate him. The Son of Leviathan who landed on our island seems to be here to escort the envoy group from the Human United Kingdom. That’s so grand!”

“Are you talking about our Son of Leviathan, or the envoy?”

“Of course I’m talking about His Majesty the Wing Emperor! With a hundred nations coming to pay their respects, isn’t that grand? I really want to see what the banquet is like, but sadly, we little folks can’t even go up to the Sky Island…”

“Don’t be so gloomy! I heard that in a few days, there will be magical footage of the banquet released, so won’t we be able to watch it then?”

“That’s true, hehe…”

The two lovely Winged girls giggled as they walked away, while Vilyric, having listened to their conversation, fell into thought.

If everything here was a recreation of some past events through certain means, then what those two girls spoke of tonight… should be the banquet hosted by Wing Emperor Aistini at the hotel “Wings of the Garden.”

In other words… it was the very night the catastrophe struck the Island of Spris.

Having delayed for a moment, the sky had completely darkened. If Vilyric remembered correctly, then that event which had even disturbed her far-off in Sky City, causing a fury across the world, should be about to occur.

Let’s assume, if this was truly someone’s memory, and that person wasn’t Hilda, then that would mean, when this scene began, they had already landed on the Island of Spris.

Vilyric didn’t engage in any further actions or search for someone; she quietly closed her eyes and waited for the arrival of the change.

Time within the illusion felt both fast and slow; it seemed like she had only waited for a short while, but when she opened her eyes again, the surrounding night had completely merged into deep darkness.

It was almost time.

Vilyric thought this, and as if responding to her intent, beneath her feet came a deafening roar!

“Boom!!!!!!”

The crimson light, thicker, fiercer, and more terrifying than the one from Omoland, pierced straight through the entirety of the Island of Spris, breaking the protective barrier above the city, swallowing everything in the central square!

Including Vilyric.

The blood-red beam shot up into the sky, transforming into countless falling points of light like meteors, crashing down again, thundering into the island which had been opened up into a several-kilometer diameter pit.

Flames erupted, screams and wails filled the air, the collapse of buildings resounded, resembling an apocalyptic disaster.

The ground cracked, originating from the massive central void, spreading outward in a creaking sound, and as the blood-colored meteors struck, it continued to expand, the entirety of the Island of Spris was collapsing, gradually descending.

“This… is how it looked when that disaster occurred back then…”

Floating in the blood-colored illuminated night sky, the girl, with her pure white “God’s Feather” spread wide, sighed with such sentiment.

Around her enveloped in a layer merely a meter in diameter, looking fragile as if made of paper, the intricate holy patterns on it were far more splendid than the magical spell of “Radiant Protection.”

This was a singular protective spell of the 8th tier, “Mercy,” distinct from wide-area defenses like “Radiant Protection” or “Eternal Shelter of Light.”

When Vilyric had destroyed during the Forgotten Land, the hundreds of light rings she had cast were merely the lower tier of this magic, or rather, a prelude.

The sudden deployment of defense was because when the blood-colored beam was upon her, the Priestess suddenly discovered in shock, that this thing actually existed in reality and could cause her damage, surpassing even the immunity limit of “Feather Garment: Glaria.”

Without a doubt, this was an attack comparable to the 8th tier… no, it even reached the level of 9th-tier magic.

No wonder such a massive floating island would be obliterated.

Even though she couldn’t communicate with the fictional beings, the reproduced harm and attacks would achieve a hundred percent effect. This was likely the true danger of illusions.

   

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