How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 355: Silver Palace Six Rings One-Day Tour, Chaldea Master Leads the Flight
If Fujimaru Ritsuka were asked to describe the feeling of this teleportation spell, she would say it was like being sucked into a colorful flush toilet.

But in fact no one asked similar questions, so, so far, she has not thought of this very unappetizing metaphor, but has to endure the dizziness and think of ways to save her life in this chaotic situation.

But obviously, her vision was no longer useful, and she couldn't tell up, down, left, and right at all. Even if she could still use Medea's spiritual power to perform magic similar to flying, she should be able to do short-distance space transfer, but under the premise that she couldn't figure out the situation, even if she could still use these methods, she had no idea how to -

——Something hit her nose in the chaos, causing her to scream in dissonance. She instinctively waved her hands, and unexpectedly managed to catch the baseball bat that was swinging directly at her face. For a moment, she hesitated whether to continue pulling it and study what it was, or to let it go cautiously and use some magic to try to struggle out of the current situation. But then, a pulling force came from the "baseball bat", and this force quickly spread to her arms, pulling her in a certain direction.

At this moment, the discomfort he felt was immediately alleviated, even though it was just like being transported from a toilet to a force 12 gale. But at least, Fujimaru Ritsuka was finally able to calm down and take a breath, calm his brain which was almost shaken to a pulp, open his eyes, and check his current condition to avoid falling into the mouth of a wolf just after escaping from the tiger's den.

Good news, her worries did not come true, because it was the Blood Angels Chief Think Tank who pulled her out of the storm. Fujimaru Ritsuka was currently being held by Mephiston's psychic power, surrounded by a circular protective shield, making her feel like a little hamster that had fallen in a hamster ball - but in this situation, she obviously did not have the luxury to complain about this problem.

The next step is self-checking: Ortnaus is operating normally; the contract with the shadow servant Gorgon should have been automatically cut off due to distance and signal problems (there is no way, this is what happens to magicians with mediocre qualifications and short channels), but other connections relying on Chaldea are still there, but have become very weak for the same reason; the magic cloak on the back that was previously constructed with spirit particles seems to be fine, and the Medea Hecate staff is still in my hand - wait, what's in my other hand?
Ritsuka Fujimaru stared at the "baseball bat" that hit her rudely in the chaos for a few seconds, and finally realized: This is the part of Sevatar's chainsaw halberd without the chainsaw and halberd!
That's fine. It's good that it's not something strange. If the blow just now was caused by the claws of the petrified crab of Xia Laxi Demon Disaster, Fujimaru Ritsuka would really feel that he was not clean.

After figuring out his own situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka held the Hecate's staff and the shaft of the chainsaw halberd in his arms, and squirmed in the hamster ball to a position that was relatively more suitable for initiating a conversation. He asked the Great Think Tank: "Where are we? Or where are we going? Do you need me to 'turn on the light'?"

This is a very pragmatic question: because they are obviously still moving at high speed in the subspace with their bodies in this almost unprotected state. Of course, time and space in the non-material world have no meaning, and the description of "high speed" seems absurd under the premise that the underlying logic has no meaning. However, for a creature in the material world like Fujimaru Ritsuka, if when she looks around, all the things that may exist or can be perceived visually are all together and backward, blurred into a series of blurred light effects or even lines of effect indicating speed, and the Doppler effect can be clearly heard in the whispers of the subspace that may or may not exist in her ears - then she must be moving at high speed in a certain direction.

What she didn't realize was that in Mephiston's eyes, things didn't happen like that. The vast ocean would show different appearances to different people. For the Great Thinker, who had wings on his back due to the power of magic and was suspended in the colorful waves, the only thing around him that he could be sure of was the Imperial Saint he had just salvaged from the turbulence, and the few derivatives in her hands. The torrent of time and history washed away from them like a tsunami. Countless magnificent megastructures were built and decayed around them. Countless huge civilizations rose and fell in a few seconds, and his psychic power made them stand still like reefs hit by waves - in other words, Mephiston didn't have the feeling that he was "moving".

"I don't know." He answered carefully. "In any case, I don't think the spell we encountered is inherently lethal. And I must apologize for my recklessness and rashness."

The moment the teleportation spell was unleashed, Mephiston realized what was going on. The current situation was entirely his fault, and even if he had to risk his life, he had to send Fujimaru Ritsuka back to a safe reality.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was at a loss for a moment, but he managed to find his voice again before the person's mind had completed the step of sliding from "it's all my fault" to "I really deserve it": "Well, you should apologize, and then I accept your apology, and then this matter will be over - now we need to solve the problem first, such as studying where we will end up."

For a moment, Mephiston looked like he wanted to say something else. But in the end, all he said was, "I will do everything in my power to find a way to get you back."

"That's not necessary. Here's the solution." Fujimaru Ritsuka took out the half pole from his arms. "This is the remains of Sevitarion's chainsaw halberd... uh... He installed a teleportation locator under the pole of his chainsaw halberd. The teleportation platform paired with this thing is on the Storm's Edge. So in theory, as long as we have enough psychic energy to cast the anti-summoning spell and find a way to settle down and cast the spell without interference, we can naturally go back."

The wonderful little tool that served the Nostramo-style trick made a great contribution this time, and the absent Captain of the Midnight Lords really saved Fujimaru Ritsuka from danger. Considering that one of the two people present was a great think tank with unfathomable psychic power after "evolution", and the other was an imperial saint who was directly connected to the Golden Throne and could basically be regarded as having unlimited psychic power, the feasibility of this plan seemed very high.

The solution came too suddenly, and Mephiston was stunned again. Therefore, he didn't have time to speak, and could only listen to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was trapped in the hamster ball, complaining: "Relax, just treat it as a day trip to the warp. I have already smashed the Crystal Palace, so what can I not handle... But please, Emperor, don't have the Blood God, don't have the Arena, don't have a duel..."

I don't know if this can be considered as the effect of Fujimaru Ritsuka's prayer, but anyway, when the scene around them finally seemed to be somewhat stable, the surrounding environment was relatively quiet.

Good news: The nearby facilities that seem to appear out of thin air and do not exist in time or space look quite ornate, and do not look like the style of Khorne.

The bad news: it's Slaanesh style. And it's of a pretty high standard.

For Mephiston, he first saw the skeleton of a luxurious palace being built out of thin air next to him, and then various normal or abnormal building materials quickly grew out from between the beams like flesh and blood (or flesh and blood). Then came the exquisite sculptures, bright paintings, soft gauze, and -

Mirror.

An almost infinite number of mirrors.

The smooth mirror surface emitting strange light almost filled the entire space. No matter up, down, left, or right, as long as you try to open your eyes, you can't help but see the image of yourself projected in it. And that image is obviously different from the reflection in the material world that only reflects light honestly. Under the magic of the Lord of Desire and the viewer's own desire and fear, the image in the mirror is distorted for evil purposes. The viewer reflected in each mirror is different: it may be a possibility of the person concerned, a certain ideal of the person concerned, a certain fear of the person concerned, or a better or worse person of the person concerned -

"Don't look in the mirror!" Mephiston warned sternly, but in fact, he didn't have the energy to check whether Fujimaru Ritsuka could protect himself from these mirror images. He saw himself in one mirror, and he finally shed the shadow of the curse of the chapter, with wings like gold, parallel to Sanguinus; in another mirror, he looked like a monster, covered in blood, leading his battle brothers who had abandoned the virtues of Sanguinius like him to slaughter the empire without distinguishing between enemies and friends; in another mirror, he was still the humorous Calistarius, without such a strong psychic power, just an ordinary think tank in the chapter, living a stable life in ordinary combat missions and divination without any legend; there was another possibility in the mirror, that he had never been recruited by the chapter as an aspirant, and the "Kelly" who had completely disappeared from his memory was mediocre, and died after spending a life that was almost worthless and would not be recorded on Bawei I -

No. The Think Tank's mind is struggling with its own perception. None of this is me, I am—

Another hand, which was smaller in comparison, gently grabbed his gauntlet, forcing him to look down. In the gap between countless iterations of himself, he caught a glimpse of Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was actually pulling him down very hard:
"Mirror! Just! Just! Mirror!" She shouted at him, her voice seemed to come from far away, but even though it was faint, the meaning was indeed captured by the think tank. At that moment, the world around Mephiston suddenly became quiet. There was no more endless chattering of the banshee in the mirror, and no more countless so-called "possibilities" trying to deviate his cognition crowded in his mind. That sentence was like a kind of shock to the world, as if waking up a sleeping person and returning to reality from a bizarre dream: the mirror is just a mirror.

The indescribable and sickening "fragrance" that the demons of Slaanesh loved to use was still lingering in their noses, and the whispers of the unliving in the distance were still rustling but inaudible, but the mirrors around them did seem to have turned back into ordinary mirrors: even though people would be deformed due to the distortion of the mirror surface, and even though the Mephiston projected on each mirror was not his real appearance, but different heights, weights and body shapes - but they were indeed, "just mirrors."

"Cognitive contamination." After confirming that Mephiston had calmed down, Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief. She let go of his hand and gently patted Mephiston's arm armor in a soothing manner. "It should be fine for now, but you still have to be careful."

Mephiston glanced at the funhouse mirrors around him with lingering fear, not daring to look at them any more, so he focused his vision on Fujimaru Ritsuka: "You'd better close your eyes and let me find the way. Although you can break these illusions with the power of a saint, you don't know when these demons will suddenly cause trouble again."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he and the think tank were basically talking at cross purposes, so he immediately spoke to reconnect the two: "Stop, that's not right, you misunderstood: First of all, bad news, I don't have the power of a saint - at least I don't have it in this place now, the connection between me and the emperor just got disconnected with a snap; secondly, I didn't break the illusions brought to you by these mirrors, it's better to say that I actually gave you an extra layer. What I just said about 'cognitive pollution' actually means that I have cognitively polluted you."

Mephiston was silent for a while. He might have considered the "losing of the saint's power" part, but when he spoke, he chose to ask about the latter topic: "But I don't feel that anything is 'contaminated'."

"Because the essence of this move is 'I share my logic of observing the world with you'." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged, and once again thanked Medea's spirit base in her heart for not occupying her own skill slot. "I think the mirror is just a mirror, so now you can only see an ordinary mirror. That's about it. By the way, I don't consider donating my brain for slice research after death, thank you."

Mephiston looked confused, and after listening to Fujimaru Ritsuka's explanation, he became even more confused. This confused silence lasted for a few seconds, and it was obvious that during these few seconds, the Great Think Tank decided to give up something.

"I have seen descriptions of this place in the tome." He threw away the previous topic and chose to escape from another reality by returning to one reality. "All these mirrors around are distorted crystal mirrors, and each one of them is inhabited by a Slaanesh demon. There are enough of them to cover the entire circular hall, and they will weaken the viewer's mind with endless refracted and distorted images, and eventually turn them into a screaming phantom imprisoned in the mirror. In addition, this is near Slaanesh's palace, called the Hall of Distorted Mirrors, where He usually meditates."

A heavy sense of crisis slowly settled on his stomach as Mephiston spoke: "We have to leave this place quickly before we are discovered by anything."

He didn't really want to add any mental pressure to the underage girl, Ritsuka Fujimaru, but he felt that this time she was really going to die.

In this situation, it was the one who looked more vulnerable who seemed more emotionally stable. Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Mephiston's arm armor again (from a height point of view, a position that was more convenient for her to reach without being too offensive), and comforted him, "It's okay. Since this is the divine domain of the Lord of Debauchery, it explains why the connection between me and the Emperor was suddenly cut off. It's not a big problem. Salishi's real body should not be here at the moment. I have a very reliable source who said that He went out to fight Nurgle and the Eldar recently, and there shouldn't be many guards left in the palace."

Then, she seemed to suddenly understand something: "So that's how it is. It seems that Tzeentch is behind this whole thing: Normally, to kill that Sharasi Demon Scourge, there must be at least a whole company of Grey Knights around him. In this way, the teleportation spell will send at least a whole company directly into the palace of Slaanesh..."

"I think," Mephiston reminded with difficulty, "we should find a way out."

As described in the book just described by the Great Think Tank, almost all positions in the Twisted Mirror Hall are mirrors, mirrors, and mirrors. There are no doors or windows within sight. One possibility is that in the presence of outsiders, the Mirror Hall with a certain will will close all possible entrances and exits until the prey falls into the trap. But considering that the "means" they used to enter were also very unconventional and did not pass through any actual passage, they had to suspect that the building in this subspace really did not have any structure that could communicate with the outside world, and entering and exiting required a spell that they did not know and had better not understand.

"Do you think strategies like breaking down a wall would work?" After searching around without success, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly gave up thinking.

"There are mirrors all around." Mephiston emphasized, "The characteristic of this distorted crystal mirror is that it can absorb high-energy attacks, but it can be easily destroyed by blunt attacks from simple weapons like ordinary mirrors. But the problem now is-"

He stomped his feet on the ground. The floor of the Hall of Distorted Mirrors was also made of mirrors, so the Great Librarian launched a war trampling on the mirror surface. In theory, an ordinary mirror would of course be directly crushed by the action of the Primaris Space Marine, but in reality, some kind of transparent force field separated the space between Mephiston's power armor and the mirror with a gap of a millimeter difference. This action only caused a burst of harsh laughter from the banshee in the mirror.

...That's right. After all, it is part of the palace of the gods, so it is reasonable to be on guard against outsiders.

Fujimaru Ritsuka poked around with the handle of her staff, but her mediocre talent prevented her from discovering the specific principle of this partition. But this did not stop the knowledgeable Chaldea Master from thinking about the next strategy: "Since the mirrors are protected, if we can break these protected mirrors, can we get out?"

"It's worth a try in theory," Mephiston agreed. "In practice, I might need some time to fix the barrier problem."

"It doesn't matter if it's not solved. I'll try to skip this step." Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is far from being an excellent magician and has no actual religious beliefs, but is favored by many gods in actual practice, made a very disloyal statement:

"Since it was Tzeentch who threw us here, let's try Tzeentch's method here."

(End of this chapter)