Chapter 150: The Core Trick

Chapter 150: The Core Trick

Holding the iron cigarette case, Sharron passed through the wall and left the warehouse where she had originally hidden. Strictly following Sherlock Moriarty’s arrangements, she flew in Wraith form toward the tallest lighthouse in Pritz Harbor.

Immediately afterward, she silently counted down in her heart:

“Three seconds… two seconds… one second…”

Before the corresponding thought even finished, violent sounds echoed beside Sharron’s ears. At the distant pier, a terrifying tornado seemed to have made landfall.

The fingernails of the left hand with which she held the iron cigarette case suddenly lengthened and sharpened. They pierced the wall of spirituality, and with a spiritually charged attack originating from a Wraith, they completely destroyed the invisible isolation.

A sudden gust of wind scattered in every direction. Sharron abruptly felt her spirit body receive an inexplicable enhancement, and this came from the item inside the iron cigarette case.

She was not affected by curiosity. Already accustomed to restraining such emotions, she continued approaching the lighthouse at high speed.

Throughout the entire process, she maintained a patternless movement trajectory. Sometimes she veered left-front, sometimes drifted upper-right, and sometimes used Mirror Blink to jump to another route before continuing to approach her objective.

This made her look as though she were dodging an invisible and terrifying enemy, but Sharron knew very clearly that nothing was pursuing her, and no distant attack had locked onto this side.

She felt she was performing a one-woman show that seemed to have an opponent.

However, she did not question it, nor did she waste time observing and waiting. She pretended that the surrounding air was the Silent One Mahmos, that it was a Loen military demigod, and did her utmost to twist and dodge between them.

After flying for a while in this manner, Sharron, whose blue eyes kept gazing toward the air, saw a streak of crimson light reflected in them.

It flew high into the sky and abruptly burst apart, turning into beautiful fireworks interwoven with red, orange, and yellow.

Sharron immediately withdrew her gaze. While using her Wraith nails to spray spirituality and reconstruct the isolating “wall,” she jumped toward Maric’s route.

Every stretch of that path had a shattered mirror. Sharron’s figure, wearing a small soft hat and black dress, kept flashing upon them. Soon, she appeared within Maric’s brown eyes.

She then stepped out lightly. The iron cigarette case in her hand was once again covered by a wall of spirituality.

Maric and Sharron exchanged neither words nor glances. It was as though they were being chased by transparent, invisible monsters and did not dare stop for even a moment.

Frankly speaking, they roughly understood what effect each of their own actions would have. After all, Sherlock Moriarty had once performed the act of using a copper whistle to lure living corpses and shadows, and the two of them were very familiar with Sharron’s Mirror Blink. However, they could not imagine how the overall situation would develop, nor how that great detective filled with secrets planned to steal Tutanthis II’s mummy under the gaze of several demigods. It was not as if the mummy could successfully escape simply because it wanted to run; those demigods would definitely stop and chase it.

Just then, they saw a figure instantly outline itself ahead.

He wore a black formal suit and a half top hat. His face was covered by an iron-gray mask. In his hands were a clump of dark-red soil and a dark-brown covered book.

It was Sherlock Moriarty.

Maric immediately slowed his steps. He watched as the other man smeared the soil over the book’s surface, stored it inside his clothing, then reached toward his shoulder. At the same time, he looked around the surroundings, but he did not see the mummy of Tutanthis II.

So it still failed in the end…

Already mentally…