This was truly strange.
He had come to kill, but before he could even make a move, he was already being targeted.
"What's your reason for killing me?"
"Meddling in matters you shouldn't have, that's your path to death," Sophie replied, and the attack began again. Two wind blades were launched from below.
Murphy dodged with a flash, then used a revealing spell: "Reveal Thy True Form!"
Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with chaotic colors moving about, and over twenty blurry human figures appeared below.
They stood in a very orderly fashion, almost filling every corner of the courtyard, ensuring that wherever he was, he would receive a 'warm welcome'.
But when the effect of the revealing spell ended, the turbulence of colors also vanished, and everyone was hidden once again, leaving the courtyard seemingly empty.
Tricky fellows, capable of anti-detection!
He thought for a moment and used a phantom spell on himself. Then he took out a bottle of magical detection potion from his storage ring, which he had originally prepared for the queen, and dropped a few drops into his eyes.
After some time of "training," he and Tom had developed a virus sensitive to six types of magical properties. However, Murphy didn't feel it was the best solution for magical vision, so he had never used it himself.
Moreover, this potion was prepared with a virus controlled by the Seed of Mind, to some extent under Murphy's control. He intended to use it as a gift to monitor the high-ranking individuals in Arkaim.
But now, it could be used to grant himself magical vision. After all, fighting against a group using invisibility cheats was too disadvantageous.
Even the most powerful invisibility spells require magical support. They might deceive the eyes that can only perceive light but can't fool magical vision.
However, it would take some time for the potion to take effect. During this time, Murphy didn't plan to wait passively.
He pulled out a grenade launcher from his storage ring, ready to teach these sneaky folks a lesson in the abundant firepower of muggles.
"Reveal Thy True Form!" He chanted the spell, capturing a blurry humanoid figure in the swirling colors, aimed at it, and pulled the trigger. The grenade exploded, engulfing the figure in flames.
But immediately two greatswords swung at him from beside. Murphy flashed away and fired randomly into the courtyard.
"Boom boom boom..." After firing six grenades, Murphy threw out a dozen more grenades. He himself turned into the Flash, continuously flashing to avoid being affected by the explosions.
A minute later, the once exquisite courtyard turned into ruins, littered with severed limbs and wailing soldiers.
They were only invisible, not invulnerable. Murphy's barrage had eliminated more than half of the twenty or so knights.
Just as Murphy was about to pursue his advantage, a pain struck his chest, and his vision blurred. At this moment, two wind blades came at him. He dodged one but was hit in the abdomen by the other.
Was his illness acting up?
But it didn't feel like it, more like some strong poison.
When had he been poisoned?
He hadn't touched the food or drink, precisely to avoid poisoning.
So, the air?
"Do you feel unwell?" Sophie's voice came, but there was no trace of him. "If you had just drunk that wine and left, you wouldn't be in this situation."
The wine?
So that was why those envoys were asked to drink that wine before leaving. The wine was actually an antidote. No wonder Ivan also drank the wine before leaving.
But those wines might have other ingredients.
What if those people drank the wine and then regretted it later? There must be other measures in place.
But then, the knights and the invisible wizards were also exposed to the poison. They were fine, meaning they had taken the antidote in advance?
At this moment, the effects of magical vision were beginning to show. He could see some subtle colors that did not belong to the original world. To avoid optical vision interference, Murphy simply closed his eyes.
The world was no longer pitch black. There were colors different from his usual quadrachromatic vision on the dark background, forming a sparse dot matrix.
Perhaps because not enough vision cells were infected by the magical vision virus, the image he saw was like a picture missing a large portion of pixels, making it hard to discern what he was seeing.
Still, he caught some things—a humanoid figure seemed to be raising something towards him.
He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the figure's arm, and twisted it, breaking the arm. Then, he grabbed the greatsword in its hand and slashed it across the figure's neck.
Blood sprayed out, and Murphy pounced, biting into the poor knight's artery, gulping down several mouthfuls of blood until another humanoid figure raised its hand towards him.
He quickly turned, using the knight as a shield against the wind blades. With two thuds, the knight's armor seemed to be pierced, and then stopped struggling, kicked away by Murphy.
"Devil!" He heard someone shout. The phantom spells on the injured knights seemed to have dissipated. They watched in horror as Murphy drank blood, terrified to the extreme.
Murphy didn't intend to scare them.
He was poisoned and had no antidote. Since these knights had taken the antidote and were still within its effective time, theoretically, their bodies should still have some of the antidote's effects.
A few mouthfuls of blood might not be enough to counteract the poison he was afflicted with, but drinking more could possibly alleviate it.
Murphy, holding the knight's sword in his left hand, used another revealing spell with his eyes closed. He could see a pale golden light spread out and outline any object it collided with.
Was this the magical fluctuation of the revealing spell?
It was Murphy's first time seeing this spell so directly. It indeed resembled radar as he had imagined.
He pounced on another knight revealed by the spell, first cutting off the arm with the weapon with his superior speed and strength, then beheading and drinking blood.
Magical vision was becoming clearer. Even with his eyes closed, Murphy could almost see the environment clearly. There were only seven enemies left standing, three wizards, and four knights.
Murphy raised the greatsword, flashed behind a knight, swung his sword, then flashed again and swung once more. After seven consecutive flashes, when he reappeared, all that was left behind him were spurting fountains of blood and headless bodies.
"Phew..." Murphy let out a breath, his body coursing with electricity, almost unable to stop.
He had never tried this mode of combat before and had some trouble controlling it, but the results were very good.
Just who among these was Sophie?
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