I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

On the other side.

Yubel stood in the maze corridor and looked up at the wall in front of him. The road was blocked by a pile of big rocks.

"This is a dead end."

She glanced at Lant, who was leaning against the wall with a deep bloodstain on his chest.

Yubel said frivolously and nonchalantly, "We are desperate."

[Oh, you are really a team! Delicious! Sell more! ]

Lant leaned against the wall weakly, and a lot of blood was seeping from the thick bloodstain on his chest. He couldn't help but gasp.

On the other side of the wall.

There was an identical single-tailed figure.

The gray-white "Yubel" held a glass bottle in his hand.

It shook a little and pondered and studied the escape golem.

[Oh, Yubel's clone. ]

[Damn, her clone is so awesome, it also stole the amulet. ]

[It looks not much different from the real person. ]

[Even their personalities are the same, right? They even played with the escape props. ]

Yubel put his hands behind his back and walked towards Lant, "Glasses boy."

"I want to ask you, the expert in clone magic, for advice, is that okay?"

Lant looked up, "I've already said it."

"My name is Lant."

He then sighed helplessly, "Forget it."

"Ask if you want."

Yubel leaned over and looked at the replica in the other direction of the corner of the corridor.

"How close do you think that replica is to me?" Yubel stared at the direction of the replica.

Lance asked calmly, "Yubel."

"You are the kind of person who likes to talk even in battle."

Yubel turned around and looked at him.

Lant glanced aside and said in a low voice, "It seems that if I shut up, I will die."

Yubel's tone was no longer frivolous, "You observe very carefully."

She looked aside, "Yes."

Acknowledged Lant's judgment, "I might die if I shut up."

On the other side.

"Yubel" stared at the escape golem in the glass bottle in front of him quietly.

Yubel took a look and retracted his gaze.

"It's so quiet."

The replica has not said a word until now.

Paused.

Yubel looked at Lant on the side, "In other words."

"Didn't it copy my memory and personality?"

Hearing her guess, Lant denied: "No."

He couldn't help touching the wound on his chest, "It probably just can't speak."

Lant thought, "When it attacked us at the beginning."

"It took the escape golem bottle from my arms."

In the picture.

The gray-white hand of "Yubel" pierced through Lant's chest.

Now, it has been studying this thing that it cannot understand.

"Yubel" tilted its head and thought about the mud-colored golem in the transparent glass bottle.

[This escape golem, I remember it is very powerful. ]

[Yubel's copy, copied Yubel's own bad taste? It is also interested in powerful things...]

Yubel understood, "I see, it is indeed what I would do."

Lant added: "And it knows us very well."

On the side, there is a road blocked by rocks.

"It forced us into a dead end, but didn't continue to attack."

"It was guarding against your visual binding magic."

Lant looked at Yubel.

Yubel closed his eyes and reasoned with his own thoughts. Of course, he smiled at Lant and said: "It may also be taking us who are desperate for fun."

Lant laughed silently.

"I can't laugh."

Yubel saw the blood on Lant's sleeves, she smiled and leaned against the wall and said:

"You bleed a lot."

She squatted in front of Lant.

"Glasses boy."

"You won't live long like this."

Lant said: "Yes."

Yubel squatted and said, "Can you answer me one last question?"

Her eyes were inquiring, "Are you the real you now?"

Lant had a blank expression, "Who knows."

'Oh? 'Yubel glanced at Lant.

Suddenly, she smiled and took out the Escape Golem bottle on her body and handed it to Lant.

"Use my bottle."

Lant glanced at Yubel's movements.

"This is something to keep you alive."

[Ah, seeing Lant bleeding so much, if it was his real body, he would be dying soon, take out your own Escape Golem for him to use? ]

[I knock, I knock. ]

[Just pamper him. 】

"Oh?" Yubel's eyes deepened, "Really?"

She seemed to have guessed the answer.

Yubel stood up and said, "The guy with glasses."

"Wait for me."Down."

Rant looked at her hesitantly.

Yubel turned sideways and said, "I'll go get your bottle back."

After she finished speaking, she took out her sharp blade staff and walked towards the other side, in the direction of the clone.

"Hey, wait..." Rant stretched out his hand, hesitantly trying to stop her.

Isn't that a way to die?

[Love it!]

'Swoosh!'

Yubel moved quickly, and rushed out directly with dust.

Quickly approaching "Yubel" who was leaning against the wall of the corridor.

"Yubel" also raised a cloud of dust.

Yubel used the staff in his hand as a close-range weapon, and fought with the replica "Yubel". The movements of the two were very similar.

"That's right." Yubel smiled, "It will definitely close the distance."

It was the same as her own idea.

"Yubel" had a gray and ruthless look in his eyes, and responded to Yubel's attack quickly.

"The activation condition of visual binding magic is that the field of vision covers the opponent's entire body."

One green and one gray-white, two identical people with the same moves.

"Whoever misjudges the distance first will lose the battle."

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

The staffs in the hands of the two Yubels, like tridents, swung fiercely at each other and resisted.

"In a battle of equal strength, the outcome is almost entirely based on luck."

Yubel smiled and rushed towards his gray-white self, and his attack temporarily forced the opponent back.

"My luck has always been bad." Yubel thought, "So I hate to compare luck with others."

Yubel cut off a strand of gray-white hair from the opponent.

'Hey! ' The smile on Yubel's face widened, and he jumped in front of the opponent, with the trident staff in his hand pointing directly at Yubel's throat.

"So I don't want to fight myself."

[Staff? Is this how I use it? ]

[Fighting myself, and analyzing so much, I can't stop talking. ]

[‘Shut up and you’ll die.’]

Slow down.

Yubel stared at Yubel, who was right in front of her.

“I can’t stand it.” She stared at the magical creature in front of her that looked very similar to herself.

“I really can’t do anything about myself who wants to die so badly.”

[But you’re still willing to try your luck to steal someone’s golem bottle.]

Yubel turned the trident staff with one hand and easily hit Yubel’s staff, which fell to the ground.

Yubel waved his staff with a triumphant smile on his face, and the staff was about to fall on Yubel.