Book 9: Chapter 15: After the Battle
As Lieutenant Solin’s words faded, Qin Lun felt the scene before his eyes suddenly split into two entirely different, overlapping images.
In the first image within his normal vision, the entire mountain hollow training ground abruptly seemed vast and empty. Everyone, from Lieutenant Solin standing before him to the spectators at the edge, had transformed into towering giants dozens of meters tall, their expressions cold as they looked down upon him.
Qin Lun instantly realized that in this image, it wasn’t that others had grown larger; he had been shrunk infinitely, reduced from a normal person’s size to that of a mouse. Lieutenant Solin wore a ferocious grin as she raised a massive hand, slamming down hard towards the top of his head like she was swatting a fly.
However, in the second image overlapping it, what his Clock Eye perceived was completely different. The training ground and the spectators appeared unchanged, identical to reality. Lieutenant Solin was instead charging towards him, dragging her scythe.
The most peculiar thing was that, relying on his powerful Perception, Qin Lun observed that the tadpole-like magical runes flowing from Solin’s tattoos into the ground now floated around him, glowing blood-red. They had combined to form a transparent crimson crystal prison—perfectly cube-shaped and covered in mysterious symbols.
Simultaneously, within the surrounding blood-red crystal prison, Qin Lun caught a faint whiff of the metallic blood scent he had smelled earlier near Captain Hans. It seemed Lieutenant Solin’s Superhuman bloodline might originate from the same source as Hans’s, though the manifestation of their abilities was entirely different.
“Illusion Art?” Watching the two overlapping images in his sight, Qin Lun’s expression turned strange. But right now was clearly not the time for reflection. The tracking “Magic Bullet” behind him was already dangerously close…
Qin Lun twisted slightly to the side. His left hand flipped over, putting away the black pistol—Demon’s Song. He opened his palm to block the path of the approaching Magic Bullet. As he did, a dazzling multi-faceted gem suddenly appeared in his palm.
Looking closely, this glowing, faceted gem seemed formed by over a dozen hexagonal crystal mirrors of varying sizes, fitted together. It rotated slowly, radiating mysterious magical light.