Chapter 421 Mirror Image
In the cabin of the Newins, countless silver-white electric lights entangled the golden figure, spreading along her hair to the invisible transparent silk threads around her, constantly leaping around, and interweaving into a silver spider web covering the entire ship. The
silver-white electric light lasted for a long time before it destroyed all the invisible silk threads on the ship.
The prophet's clone looked at the figure entangled by the silver-white electric light, his eyes covered with a layer of light silver-white, and said calmly:
"She seems to have only instincts left, and even you can't recognize her."
Xia said in a flat tone, without any emotional ups and downs:
"It's normal that she can't recognize me. After all, it was decades ago."
"For her, the experience in the Soran family should be the most humiliating stage of her life. How can it be as happy as being a witch~"
The prophet's clone did not respond, his eyes were completely covered by silver-white.
His vision suddenly changed, and every mirror around him became a "door", they intertwined with each other to form a wonderful whole.
Behind these "doors" is a dark and illusory world.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! There is an illusory sound like a beating heart echoing in my ears.
It seems that in the depths of the dark and illusory world separated by this mirror, there is a red heart beating constantly, and the sound of flesh and blood can be heard faintly.
There is a magical item hidden in these mirrors. The doorway is not compatible with the witch. Normally, she can easily suppress this magical item with her demigod status, but now, this has become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
While his thoughts were floating, the surrounding silver-white electric light continued to gather in his hands, forming a silver-white spear that crackled.
The next moment, the silver-white spear was thrown directly by him, and the blazing white trace passed through, piercing a mirror hanging on the wall and sinking into the world in the mirror.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle~
There was a constant sound of illusory things breaking in my ears, as if someone was breaking glass one after another.
The mirrors on the surrounding walls were instantly covered with cracks, and shattered to the ground.
The face of the golden figure entangled by lightning showed a painful expression. The golden color on her body was covered with cracks, and turned into flying ash, revealing the pale flesh and blood without the slightest color.
"Xia. Are you looking for me? To kill me?"
Yalina's voice was hoarse and low, and gradually became clear from intermittent, as if she was adapting to this new body.
Xia ignored Yalina who was looking at her with a complicated expression, and turned her head to look at the prophet's clone and asked:
"She successfully resurrected?"
The silver in the eyes of the prophet's clone slowly faded, he shook his head, and answered with certainty:
"No, this is just a mirror image created by the magical item, which was temporarily taken over by her will."
"My attack just now had some impact on the magical item, which revived her suppressed consciousness a little."
"He is right, I am just a monster that is about to go crazy and lose control."
Yalina's figure was like an illusory thing, easily breaking away from the entanglement of lightning, and walked in front of Xia.
The golden color on her body had completely faded. She stood there naked, with her long red hair casually scattered, barely covering the key parts of her body.
Thea's eyes were filled with light blue light, and golden illusory flames suddenly ignited around her.
These flames exuded a majestic solar aura, and they swept towards Yalina's figure, but they did not affect her at all, as if they did not exist at all.
"This is just a false mirror. Relying on her demigod status, she has a certain ability to interfere with reality and can communicate with us normally, but she is still just a mirror in essence."
The prophet's clone reminded.
While speaking, he walked towards the oval mirror cast with gold and reached out to take it off the wall.
He turned the mirror towards himself, but it did not reflect his figure, only a distorted picture, which could be roughly seen as a dense web of silk threads and a deep red heart.
He stretched out his hand and floated it across the golden mirror. A touch of silvery white flashed across his eyes. Then he turned his head to look at Xia and said,
"The effect of this mirror should be that it can record the reflected figure and restore it to this false mirror image within a certain range, perhaps including some extraordinary abilities."
"This Yalina should have let this mirror record herself in advance, trying to use this mirror image as a means of reviving herself."
"But there should be some problems. The blow from the Lord of Storms, the oppression of her spirit by the will of the Original Witch, and the negative effects of this mirror itself directly made her will fall into madness."
Xia nodded slightly, and then added,
"From the performance just now, it should also have the ability to connect the surrounding mirrors to form a maze."
The mirror image of Yalina, who was left aside by the two, laughed to herself, as if she couldn't control her emotions and said,
"You are erudite readers. You have deduced the effect of this magical item so quickly."
"You are all right. I'm crazy. Maybe I will become a monster in the next second and get out of this mirror." "Haha. Haha~"
Xia calmly glanced at Yalina's mirror image, then turned her head to look at the prophet's clone and said:
"Do you believe her words?"
"Of course not, whether she is really crazy or pretending to be crazy, we are enemies, the kind of life and death!"
The prophet's clone said calmly.
Xia smiled and nodded, and said with praise:
"Not bad, I was not fooled by this old woman."
"This mirror is her back-up for resurrection, but it does not mean that her characteristics and flesh and blood are in it. This mirror is obviously an item of the apprentice path. If she puts her own characteristics in it, it will only be contaminated."
"Although she is indeed not smart, she is not stupid to this extent. Her characteristics are probably still hidden in the mirror world nearby."
Yalina's appearance seemed to be really crazy. There was no change in her expression because of Xia's words. She was still laughing to herself, as if she couldn't stop at all.
"Haha~ Old woman? I am an ageless witch. This is the most perfect and beautiful stage. I will always be young and beautiful. Hahaha."
"Mad." Xia spat with disgust on her face.
"Mad? I am a madman? I am indeed a madman, but as my daughter, aren't you a madman too?"
"You saw me kill your mother and her brother in her belly with your own eyes, but you didn't even make a sound. Don't you think you are as cold-blooded as me?" "
You don't think I didn't find you? How could an assassin's evasion ability be hidden from a witch? What's more, that magical item was given to you personally."
Yalina became more and more crazy as she spoke. Her voice was hoarse as if she hadn't drunk water for several days, as if she would cough up blood from her mouth in the next moment. She bent her waist and back, swaying back and forth like crazy,
her chest rising and falling, and the hair scattered in front of her body could no longer cover up the spring scenery that made people's hearts ripple.
Her face was distorted with a smile, and tears were seeping from the corners of her eyes. I don't know if it was because of pain or because of the memories in her mind.
Thea's face froze, and her restrained emotions were about to explode. Yalina, who was like a madman in front of her, had no intention of stopping her words. Her hoarse voice was extremely harsh:
"I told myself in my heart at that time that whether you made a sound out of fear or chose to rush out bravely, I would kill you together."
"Because this is not the choice I would make when facing such a thing. Thea, you are the child most like me, and you finally made the same choice as me."
The prophet's clone sighed silently in his heart. He turned his head to look at Thea, whose emotions were completely restrained. Even as a prophet, he could not judge the other party's current state.
If it were me, I would have rushed into the mirror world to tear apart this chatterbox. In a sense, she is also a qualified provocateur. Sure enough, provocateurs deserve to die!
"Let's leave first. It's not easy for Phoenix to stop so many pirates alone."
Thea turned her head to look at the mirror in the hands of the prophet's clone, and said calmly, as if she was not affected by Yalina's words just now.
The prophet's clone nodded slightly, then stretched out his right hand, grasped it slightly, and turned his wrist clockwise.
A wave of light blue ripples spread out, and layers of illusory doors appeared instantly. As a faint blue light floated past, a vague door without substance emerged.
As soon as the "door" opened, Xia walked in directly, as if she didn't want to stay here for a moment.
The prophet's clone looked at the gold-cast mirror in his hand, raised his hand and drew a symbol of the all-seeing eye on it.
His spirituality turned into a little bit of brass light, and with the movement of his hand, he quickly outlined an all-seeing eye, which quickly faded and disappeared. At the same time, the spirituality of this mirror also converged, and it looked no different from an ordinary mirror.
After doing all this, he stepped closer to the "door" on the deck.
The surrounding environment changed rapidly. Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, the pungent smell of sulfur and the strong wind stimulated his nasal cavity.
The prophet's clone looked at the pale blue fireball and the wind blades that swept towards him, and a pale blue glow quickly lingered in his eyes. He whispered a word in ancient Hermetic language:
"Exile!"
An invisible and majestic force suddenly exploded in the air, directly pushing away all the attacks that swept over. A burst of pale blue fire exploded in the air, mixed with a pungent smell of sulfur.
After resolving the attack that attacked him, he looked around and saw the huge demon figure entrusted by the strong wind in the air, surrounded by pale blue and red flames, as well as the bronze door covered with mysterious patterns standing on the deck, and Phoenix standing by the door with deep eyes.
There were not many pirates on the deck who could continue to fight. The weaker ones had already fallen into a coma or died in the previous battle.
There were also not many undead summoned by Phoenix. Most of them had completely perished under the bombardment of lightning.
Before the prophet's clone could even open his mouth to speak, he felt a pair of angry eyes falling on him. Chapter 422: Madness
"Degenerate!" A demonic word full of filthy and corrupt meanings sounded.
The prophet's clone showed a tendency to become abyssal, and the air seemed to be covered with a layer of slightly sticky black liquid.
As soon as the signs of corruption appeared, a sacred, bright, pure and warm light also appeared. The power of the sun domain directly purified the corrupt breath that had just emerged around.
The prophet's clone raised his free right hand, accumulated light, and condensed into a pure and incandescent white spear, as if it was made of pure sunlight.
The spear was thrown out at the moment it took shape, and a stream of incandescent white light passed through the air.
The premonition of danger brought by demonization made Hal Constantine feel that he could not avoid the upcoming attack anyway. He could only summon the strong wind to pull his body away, and rely on the violent airflow to form a barrier around him.
The incandescent white light easily penetrated the barrier formed by the strong wind, brushed the shoulder of the huge demon, and expanded instantly, illuminating the night sky.
The extremely majestic aura of the solar domain instantly dispelled the thin mist condensed by the surrounding cold death aura, and also dispersed the undead spirits that remained in the surrounding area. They fled back to the bronze door standing on the deck.
Bang! The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded, and the tall demon figure disappeared. Hal Constantine turned back into the human body with some sea monster characteristics. The flesh and blood on his left arm was completely blurred, and there was a burnt smell.
As a Storm Path Extraordinary, the spear thrown by the prophet's clone did not cause him any additional damage. With his own strong vitality, he resisted the attack.
His body fell directly into the cabin, accompanied by a crashing sound of broken glass.
The prophet's clone paused for a moment, and his inspiration was suddenly triggered, as if something bad was about to happen.
"There is danger, the underworld creature in my body is warning!"
Phoenix's voice came after the prophet's clone's inspiration was triggered.
The prophet's eyes quickly turned white, and his vision changed. The surroundings suddenly became dark. He saw the mirror fragments scattered all over the cabin, and saw Hal Constantine lying among the fragments.
He looked at the scattered mirror fragments with an obsessed look, as if he saw something very attractive through them.
He didn't know when he picked up a mirror fragment, held it with both hands and inserted it into his heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of the heartbeat was layered, gradually becoming clearer and louder, echoing throughout the Newins.
At this moment, all the pirates on the ship had a banging heartbeat. Whether they were awake or unconscious, the heartbeat became more and more intense, as if it was about to break through the chest.
Phoenix's eyes turned cold and deep, like the gaze of a dead person. He quickly glanced around and said,
"Their auras are gradually merging into one. It's very strange and crazy."
The silver color in the eyes of the prophet's clone gradually faded, and he roughly understood what was happening.
Huh~ With a light sigh, he looked at the crimson moonlight shining from the sky, feeling that the secret left behind was about to disappear, he pondered and said:
"Yalina left herself a backup plan that is not a backup plan. She has already infected everyone on the ship without knowing it, and each of them is the medium of her resurrection."
"When the original means fail, or more than half of the pirates on the ship die, the resurrection ceremony will begin directly."
"Of course, once it comes to this step, she will inevitably be out of control. Not to mention the conflicting characteristics of these people, so many wills are mixed together, even if she is a demigod, the only result is a mental breakdown."
Xia pursed her lips, chuckled with disdain, and said:
"Hehe, taking everyone with her before she dies is indeed something she will do."
"I was wondering why her projection kept talking nonsense to us, it turns out she was saying her last words."
"Are we leaving?" Phoenix turned his head to look at Xia.
Xia shook her head slightly, skipped the question and said:
"How long can you maintain this bronze door?"
"If there is no fierce battle, it can maintain for ten minutes. The more spiritual energy I consume, the shorter the maintenance time will be."
Phoenix answered the question almost without thinking.
"Do you want to throw it into the underworld?" The prophet's clone asked with his head tilted.
Xia said indifferently without any expression:
"I said, I am very happy to send her to the underworld."
I didn't expect you to say that you are sending her to the underworld in a physical sense. The prophet's clone muttered in his heart.
His eyes floated with a light blue fluorescence, and he whispered in the dragon language: "Secret!"
As he recited, he stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece of peaceful and quiet night in the air, covering the secret effect that was about to fail.
Bang! Bang! One after another, python-like black tentacles stretched out from all parts of the Newins.
These tentacles were either wrapped in black smoke, or covered in frost, or wrapped in silver-white electric light. They all had an eye on the top, which was either closed or open, with a crazy and violent aura, as if to destroy everything they saw.
"Don't look into those eyes, or you will gradually become petrified." The prophet's clone warned.
While speaking, he pushed his hands forward, creating a tide of pure golden light, which condensed into a golden barrier in front.
Bangs and bangs continued to sound, and the golden barrier kept shaking, mixing with frost and black flames to drop pieces of light.
The prophet's clone's eyes flashed silver, and he said in a deep voice: "It has not yet fully aggregated its characteristics and flesh and blood to revive. The characteristics and will of these pirates are holding it back."
"Ten minutes. If we haven't solved it in ten minutes, we will leave directly. After my breath is exposed, the people of the Storm Church will soon notice this place."
Xia was silent for a moment, and responded calmly: "Okay."
The prophet's clone nodded slightly to her, then took two steps forward, with his arms half open, as if embracing the rising sun.
His spirituality was surging wantonly. Above the Newins, a huge pure light ball wrapped with countless sacred flames appeared out of
thin air, like a miniature sun, emitting terrifying light and heat. The golden sacred flames sprinkled like rain, pouring on the python-like black tentacles. Whether it was frost, black flames or lightning, they were all melting rapidly.
With a crackling sound, the flesh and blood of the black tentacles were ignited, like ignited grease, splashing a little golden red fire.
"Ah! It's so hot!"
"Save me"
"No. Uh~"
Human figures, male or female, grew out of the eye positions at the top of the black tentacles. They wailed in pain in the golden flames, just like real people.
Their wailing only lasted for a short while. After finding that the people in front of them were indifferent to their performance, they quickly restrained their painful expressions.
Then, these tentacles seemed to have suddenly fallen in love with each other, and they entangled with each other in pairs. The human figures at the top looked at each other affectionately, and their surfaces were quickly covered with a layer of gray.
The golden sacred flames fell on these gray stones, burning the gray to red, but failed to destroy them.
Wisdom? Or instinct? It seems to have a tendency to become a magical item. The prophet's clone muttered in his heart, and then turned his head expressionlessly to look at Thea and Phoenix who closed their eyes, and said softly:
"Are there any frost spells? Or spells that can create water flow."
"Yes." Thea responded in a deep voice.
As she spoke, she took two steps forward, pulled away a little, and whispered a word in the dragon language:
"Frost!"
A few crystal lights appeared in her hands and quickly condensed. After a moment, she threw the crystal light in her hands upwards, and crystal clear streams of light suddenly fell from the air.
These streams of light were dense and quickly covered the entire deck, falling on the petrified gray tentacles, and instantly hung one ice ridge after another.
Snap~
The prophet's clone lightly snapped his fingers, and the miniature sun in the air burst out terrifying light and heat along the river, pouring down layers of golden red fire.
The ice crystals that Xia had just created only lasted for one or two breaths, and were directly melted, without even the water vapor having a chance to form.
Along with the ice crystals, the gray-white stone also melted. As the ice crystals melted, fine cracks appeared on the gray-white stone statue, and it was still cracking rapidly.
The prophet's clone controlled the blazing white miniature sun to sprinkle more golden red sacred flames, enveloping all the tentacles.
"Ah!"
"Help. Save me."
"It hurts so much, who can save me?"
"Ah~ I'm going to kill you, kill you."
The tentacles screamed again, their voices full of resentment and hatred, but their voices soon became lower, leaving only the crackling sound of the grease being ignited.
The golden red flames continued to burn for a minute or two, until there was no more sound, and the prophet's clone stopped moving, letting the blazing white miniature sun in the air gradually disappear, and the sacred flames scattered around also quickly disappeared.
The Newins had already been ignited by the blazing flames, and the red flames had spread throughout the ship.
The prophet's clone's eyes moved slightly, and a touch of silver quickly floated over. With the power of prophecy, he saw some things that were about to happen:
in the cabin, all the reflective objects became deep, as if there were countless things and layers of space hidden inside.
The black and shiny hair entangled with each other and flowed out of the mirror, surging like a tide, drowning everything and swallowing everything.
Everything they touched was inevitably stained with a layer of gray, and things with flesh and blood would twist, stretch out their limbs and heads, and become large or small, very good-looking women.
They stretched out their enchanting bodies, with irresistible charm.
Whether it was the uneaten fish meat, the dried sea fish that had been made into dried fish, or even the scattered limbs of the pirates in the previous battle.
At this moment, they all turned into women with enchanting postures, showing the charm of women at different stages, some pure, some charming, some bold and open, some shy and restrained, some hot and passionate, and some cold and proud. All of them exuded an indescribable charm, making people want to sink into it from the bottom of their hearts.
The picture that emerged in my mind ended here. It seemed that if it continued to develop, the characteristics of the immortal witch in the mirror world and the uncontrolled flesh and blood would directly devour and assimilate the entire Newins.
The prophet's clone looked up at the bronze door covered with intricate patterns, and said thoughtfully:
"Throw all the reflective objects around into the underworld. The characteristics and flesh hidden in the mirror world are completely out of control. The will of the original witch has descended on her, and perhaps there is still some contamination left." Chapter 423 Out of Control
The prophet's clone lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes were instantly surrounded by a light blue glow.
With a whimper, a strong wind blew up out of nowhere, sweeping around, rolling up all the scattered objects around, and swirling into the open bronze door.
Xia looked around with a serious look, and sighed helplessly:
"There are too many objects that can reflect light. We can't remove the glass on this ship alone."
"Moreover, our eyes can also be regarded as mirrors, unless we have the distortion ability of the demigod level, we can directly deny the existence of mirrors on the ship."
"Just clean up the area around us and ensure that the out-of-control monsters will not suddenly rush out from our side."
The prophet's clone explained in a deep voice. The strong wind around him whimpered and blew, blowing the windows of the entire ship to rattle, as if they would be torn off at any time.
Phoenix closed his eyes slightly, as if communicating with the mysterious thing in his body. After a moment, a large group of transparent shadows blended together rushed out of his body.
It did not scream frequently, but shook constantly, shaking off transparent shadows. These split shadows had all the characteristics of ordinary shadows. They passed through the deck and rushed into the cabin.
With the ability of mirror jumping, they could easily distinguish those objects that could be used as mirrors, and wrapped the smaller fragments in their bodies, and threw the fragments into the underworld through the bronze door.
"This ship is quite difficult to dismantle. I want to sink it directly."
The prophet's clone sighed in a low voice. The whistling wind swept countless glass fragments into the air and then threw them into the bronze door.
Those glass, mirrors, metals, and all reflective objects floating in the wind suddenly became dark and gloomy, as if they were connected to a dark and deep space.
The next moment, countless hairs rushed out from the mirror, twisting and twisting into tentacles as thick as little fingers, flying in the wind, like a dark ocean composed of twisted tentacles.
Everything involved inevitably turned gray and quickly weathered and scattered.
In this dark ocean, limbs continued to grow out of it. They were large or small, all of them were beautiful women.
They rose and fell in the constantly wriggling black tentacles, with different expressions on their faces. Some were anxiously calling for help, and some were seductively moaning.
All of them exuded an indescribable charm, some pure, some charming, some bold and open, some shy and restrained, and some fiery and passionate. People wanted to sink into it from the bottom of their hearts.
The prophet's clone looked at the black hair that was almost covered with the wind and the human figures that were rising and falling in it, and his feet unconsciously took a step back.
In his vision, these human figures that rose and fell in the hair were completely a collection of mystical viruses and bacteria. Even if he was a demigod, he would shed a layer of skin if he touched it.
The light blue glow in his eyes suddenly became bright, simulating the demigod-level storm ability from the scepter of the sea god.
The wind around suddenly became fierce. The violent wind collided with the air, making an explosion-like sound. A terrifying hurricane that could be seen with the naked eye appeared, swirling and entwining.
The airflow turned rapidly, and the dark tentacles twisted by the surrounding hair, as well as the undulating human figures between the tentacles, were all rolled up into the air, and then quickly wrapped them up and thrown into the bronze door that was shaking and creaking in the wind.
"Cough~cough~" Phoenix, who was struggling to maintain the bronze door, suddenly coughed uncontrollably, and it was getting worse and worse, and even the bronze door became shaky.
A touch of light blue flashed in Xia's eyes. She looked at Phoenix and soon found the problem. She frowned slightly and said in a solemn tone:
"You are sick, pneumonia, respiratory infection and fever, and your blood is gradually becoming diseased."
"Be patient for a while, the purification power of the sun field will have some effect on you more or less."
"Cough~it's okay." Phoenix's voice became hoarse, and he stopped talking after responding.
The pale blue in Thea's eyes brightened instantly. She raised her hand upwards, summoning a sacred, bright, pure and warm light that descended from the sky.
Her body was soon stained with a layer of light gold, and her long fiery red hair fluttered in the wind, as if bathing in the sunset, with a sacred meaning.
The bright yellow light radiated outward in circles with her as the center, purifying the viruses and bacteria in the air while bringing a burst of warmth and strong courage.
"Cough~" Phoenix coughed lightly and frowned in discomfort.
The purifying aura acted on him, and the slightly warm heat flow directly turned into a scalding sting. The purifying power of the sun field was purifying the viruses in his body while also purifying the breath of death in his body.
Boom! Boom!
Groups of frost and fire exploded in the storm, and the powerful impact made the prophet's clone almost unable to maintain the hurricane circling in the air.
The hair caught in the strong wind had been twisted into one after another python-like black tentacles. They were entangled with each other in the air, and rolled into a huge black ball of thread with eyes and beautiful women of different sizes.
Below the black ball of thread, thick black tentacles extended to the inside of the bronze gate, slapping and pulling as if in a wrestling match, as if something in the underworld on the other side of the gate was trying to drag it in.
"There is a feathered serpent in the underworld area behind this gate. My father left it there. It will help us drag this out-of-control monster in."
Phoenix explained with a pale face.
The prophet's clone nodded slightly, and then turned the swirling and whistling hurricane into a substantial restraint and an invisible wind blade, imprisoning the huge black ball of thread in the air, trying to cut it.
"Wuwuwu, please, let me go"
"Ah" "Don't kill me. Don't kill me."
"Please."
The beautiful female bodies that grew out of the black thread ball made a pleading sound with moans, tears slid down their beautiful faces, their cheeks flushed with tears, and they panted.
The prophet's clone continued his actions expressionlessly, but with little effect. This huge thread ball completely inherited the powerful vitality of the immortal witch and the strange and difficult to kill characteristics. The traces cut by the invisible wind blade healed almost in the next moment.
After a moment, he stopped his action and applied a psychiatrist's "comfort" to himself. Even in an absolutely rational state, these constant moans and begging for mercy still brought up some floating emotions and desires in his heart, and his lower body began to become engorged.
"Trouble." With a sigh, the prophet's clone immediately summoned a gust of wind and lifted his body high into the sky.
The dark clouds in the sky suddenly began to gather, layer by layer, and soon completely covered the scarlet moon.
Silvery white lightning streaked across the silent night sky, illuminating the sea surface, while also breaking the cover of secrecy, and with a furious and destructive aura, it fell on the huge ball of thread covered with beautiful female bodies of varying sizes.
The lightning suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny electric snakes that scurried around on the pitch-black ball of thread and its tentacles extending into the bronze gate.
The strong paralysis effect prevented it from resisting in time, and it was dragged a long distance by the feathered serpent on the other side of the bronze gate, less than fifty meters away from being completely dragged into the bronze gate.
The sound of the wind rang again, and the sudden violent gust of wind was like an invisible big hand, pushing the huge pitch-black ball of thread slowly forward.
At this time, Xia also took two steps forward, leaning back, with her arms open, as if embracing the sun.
A magnificent and pure blazing column of light descended from the sky, covering the surroundings. The power of the sun domain continued to burn the large and small figures that matched the ball of thread, and at the same time stimulated all the eyes that grew on it to close.
With almost no resistance, the black ball of thread entangled by the pitch-black tentacles was pushed directly in front of the bronze gate.
Then the prophet's clone found embarrassed that the ball of thread was a little too big, causing the bronze gate to be blocked by it.
Xia turned her head to look at Phoenix, whose face was getting paler and paler behind her, and reminded loudly:
"Break it up, the 'door' can't hold on any longer."
As she spoke, golden illusory flames suddenly ignited around her. These flames exuded a majestic sun breath, densely connected into an ocean, and swept towards the pitch-black thread ball like waves, drowning the eyes and figures on it.
The prophet's clone controlled the wind around him, lowered his body, then clenched his fists, waved his arms, and his body merged with some strange power. A residual image rushed out of his body and hit the huge pitch-black thread ball wrapped in golden flames.
A low, majestic word in ancient Hermetic language echoed around: "Death!"
As if to declare, the crazy and chaotic atmosphere on the pitch-black thread ball stagnated for a moment, and then it weakened uncontrollably.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
There were constant illusory tearing sounds around, as if even the surrounding space had dense cracks, the golden flames were stained with a touch of rust-like red, and a pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.
This was a secret technique he developed based on the laws of the Punishment Knight and the filthy words of the devil. It had no direct destructive power, but it could make creatures without divinity step into death uncontrollably. Even demigods would suffer heavy damage if they were directly hit.
This attack successfully caused the thread ball entangled by python-like pitch-black tentacles to disintegrate, and many pitch-black tentacles with eyes and naked female bodies were scattered.
At this time, the bronze gate also emitted a terrifying suction force, like a giant beast inhaling hard, and most of the huge black thread ball was directly sucked in.
Only a group of scattered black tentacles were still struggling. Some of them were wrapped around the door frame of the bronze door, while others extended outward, wrapping around the side of the ship, the deck, and even the sails.
The howling wind carried the body of the prophet's clone to Phoenix's side. He turned his head and looked at him and said,
"Can you just close this door?"
Phoenix was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
As he spoke, he opened his palm forward, and the bronze door covered with mysterious patterns suddenly creaked and shook. Without the movement of closing the door, it simply faded and disappeared.
Snap! Snap!
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground rang out, and the black tentacles that had been wrapped around the bronze door and the ship and struggling hard fell down weakly. At the end of them, there was a neat incision, as if they were directly cut by an extremely sharp blade.
Xia didn't even look at the neatly broken tentacles. She walked straight to the intact section of the ship's side and leaned against it, sighing:
"Hehe, you've become a lot smarter. You know to close the door directly and use the disconnected space to cut it. Not only can you gain some high-level characteristics, but you can also weaken the part of its body that fell into the underworld."
The prophet's clone didn't care about Xia's ridicule. He looked at the cabin with deep eyes. His inspiration was touched for a moment. Could it be that witch card that touched my spirituality at this time?
Muttering in his heart, he raised his hand and made a gesture to open the door. A faint blue floated past, and a vague door without substance like a water curtain appeared in front of him. On the other side of the door was a layered dark space that was not real enough.
He stared at the mirror world inside the "door" and then walked straight in.
The surrounding environment was suddenly deep and everything here seemed unreal. There were countless passages connected to each other, like a dense spider web, layered and stacked, and there was no end in sight. Chapter 424 The Magic Mirror of Desire
The prophet's clone followed his intuition and walked forward for a distance until a gray card appeared in his sight.
The prophet's intuition made him immediately sure that this was the thing that touched his spirituality just now.
He gently rubbed his fingers twice, summoned an invisible hand to pick up the card on the ground, and after he got the card, he found that it was covered with fine cracks, as if it was about to break.
"Did the incident just now cause the seal on it to be damaged?"
Murmuring softly, the prophet's clone stretched out his left hand, and rubbed the index and middle fingers on the card twice. The touch was a little cold and rough, like stroking a piece of stone.
With the continuous infusion of spirituality, the gray and white pieces on the card shattered and disappeared, revealing its original appearance:
the front of the card was a beautiful woman sitting on a gorgeous throne, holding a scepter, with forests, rivers and fruits behind her.
The woman on the card was very beautiful, and her beauty even transcended gender. No matter which angle you looked at her facial features, you seemed to be able to find something you liked, especially her blue eyes, which were noble and sacred, and also had a sense of familiarity.
In the upper left corner of this card, there was a line of small words written in ancient Fessac language, Sequence 0: Chaos Witch!
"I almost wanted to give Huang Tao a bottle of witch potion, but unfortunately that guy has already taken the shape of the Black Emperor, oh no, now it's the shape of the original moon."
The prophet's clone sighed, put away the witch card, and turned back along the way he came.
After a while, he left the mirror world, looked around, and saw that Thea and Phoenix didn't seem to move at all. He casually said:
"Aren't you going to plunder? After all, it is the flagship of a pirate general. Whether it is money or magical items, there will be no shortage. This ship will sink in less than half an hour, and then there will be no chance."
While speaking, he turned his head to look at the sea in the distance. Under the sea, there was a huge shadow moving away from here quickly. The subordinates of this pirate general were not very reliable. They didn't even investigate and drove the stealth ship away directly.
"It's a very tempting proposal, but the battle just now destroyed the cabin too thoroughly. It won't be possible to find anything for a while, and..."
She looked up at the dark clouds above her head that showed no signs of dispersing, and didn't say the following words.
The prophet's clone also looked up at the gloomy sky and said calmly:
"I didn't use the power of the sun and shadow domains after the secret effect disappeared. The people of the Storm Church would not find the abnormality so quickly."
"Unless the Storm Lord has been staring at the sea, but this is obviously impossible. After all, I haven't been struck by lightning yet."
While they were talking, the neatly cut python-like black tentacles on the deck finally stopped twisting. Dots of dark purple, with a little light blue and red fluorescence, spontaneously gathered on the mirror that the prophet's clone had thrown aside before.
What's going on? Isn't this mirror an item for the apprentice path? The prophet's clone noticed this scene at the first time and whispered in his heart with some doubt.
His eyes quickly floated with a touch of silver, became deep, and lost focus.
This situation only lasted for more than ten seconds. His eyes became clear again, and he sighed silently as he looked at the mirror that had begun to incorporate some of Yalina's characteristics.
"What's going on?" Xia walked to the mirror with some curiosity and asked.
"The connection between Yalina and the mirror has not been cleared, which makes these characteristics from her spontaneously converge over there, including some characteristics left by the pirates on the ship."
"But the characteristics here are incomplete. Most of them have been thrown into the underworld. If it has not been transformed into an undead creature, maybe someone can help take it out, but I think the probability is not high."
The prophet's clone explained in a deep voice. He looked at the mirror curiously, wondering what kind of magical item such a mixed characteristic would form.
After waiting for a while, the characteristics contained in these pitch-black tentacles finally all precipitated. The pitch-black tentacles turned gray and inactive, like a piece of dried bacon.
The surrounding dots of fluorescence kept circling and converging around the golden mirror on the deck, like a brilliant galaxy.
After the pitch-black tentacles lost their activity, the speed at which these fluorescences gathered suddenly accelerated, as if there was an invisible suction pulling them.
In a dozen seconds, all the fluorescence was integrated into the mirror on the deck.
In the light, the mirror continued to expand until its long axis was nearly two meters long.
The light gradually converged, revealing a dark-colored frame, inlaid with a circle of gems of different colors, mainly lavender, each the size of a fingernail, and scattered around with pale blue, red and golden gems. The mirror was very dark,
as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and it seemed that nothing could be reflected.
Phoenix, who had finished meditating, also came over. He asked curiously:
"What are its effects and negative effects?"
"I don't know, but it feels like it should be outrageous."
The prophet's clone said casually, then half-crouched down, stretched out his left hand and touched the edge of the frame. His eyes suddenly became deep, lost focus, and turned white.
After a while, his eyes regained clarity, and he quickly retracted his outstretched left hand, stood up, and took a step away from the mirror. He said speechlessly:
"It's even more outrageous than I thought, both the positive and negative effects."
"What is it?" Xia was curious about his actions and asked.
The prophet's clone sighed, organized his words and said:
"If you stay in front of this mirror for more than three seconds, it will record a blurry image. As the time you look in the mirror increases, the image in the mirror will gradually become clearer. However, the person looking in the mirror cannot see these. They will only see a figure that is not completely the same as themselves, but more perfect, more beautiful, and more charming than the person looking in the mirror.
This is like a delicious bait. When seeing a more perfect self, both men and women will hope that it is the real self, and will not be able to help but stop in front of the mirror or use it.
Anyone can use this mirror to curse or bless the image it records. "
"What is the negative impact of using it?" Phoenix asked curiously.
The prophet's clone shook his head and said calmly:
"This is its negative impact."
"When you try to use it, it has already recorded your image. There is no essential difference between blessing and cursing. It is just a means for it to speed up the recording of images."
"It will not directly make people lose control or cause pollution, but as the use time increases, the influence of this mirror will become greater. The person whose image is recorded by it will gradually change his own personality, preferences and habits, and even change his gender and orientation. "
At this stage, one will either suffer from conflicting self-perceptions, or completely identify with the changed self, becoming its puppet, and becoming a part of the mirror."
"What a vicious mirror, it's worthy of being formed from her characteristics." Xia complained with a stiff expression.
Phoenix nodded in agreement and said with a sigh: "It is difficult for people driven by desire to refuse this mirror."
"Indeed, let's just call it the magic mirror of desire. It arouses desire and uses the magic mirror of desire. "
The prophet's clone spoke with a look of feeling.
Snap! Snap! Bang!
There were continuous sounds of breaking sides and decks around. The hull of the Newens broke directly in the middle, and the hull tilted instantly, sinking into the sea at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A whirlwind blew up, carrying the figures of several people floating in the air. The prophet's clone summoned an invisible hand and directly grabbed the mirror that slid down as the hull tilted.
He turned the mirror face down and created a layer of white frost to cover the mirror, preventing it from reflecting any living creature.
In less than a minute, only the mast and the raised bow of the broken Newens were still stubbornly sticking out of the sea.
The prophet's clone looked at the sinking Newens under his feet, sighed and said:
"Let's return to Dirinius Island first. As for this mirror, we will go back and discuss how to deal with it."
"It's just a useless mirror. You can keep it for yourself or hand it over to the church. Besides, isn't it your job to hunt her down? I don't think we really just met by chance. "
Xia chuckled, and there was no emotion in her tone.
The prophet's clone nodded slightly, then held the magic mirror covered with a layer of white frost in one hand, put one hand on Phoenix's shoulder, and his hand was gently on Xia's shoulder. The figures of the three people quickly disappeared transparently.
Only the ripples on the sea that had not completely disappeared and the huge shadow were left, indicating that it was not peaceful here before.
West Balam, Pas River Valley.
Renekton had already brought Bugs Bunny back to the hotel in Impas. He was sitting at a small round table by the window, writing a letter to Lawrence Nord Abraham.
Good evening, Mr. Lawrence Nord Abraham:
I found the secondary eye of the trickster among the two materials you need. It is a merchant from the southern continent. The price he offered was 4,500 pounds .
Because the materials of this path are relatively rare, there is a partial premium. You can consider it at your discretion.
I have not received any effective information about the tentacle of the spirit world stalker. If you want to be promoted as soon as possible, my suggestion is to go to the spirit world to hunt it. The extraordinary people of the apprentice path are too rare, which also leads to the seldom appearance of the corresponding materials.
If you have other ideas, you can reply to me directly. If you choose to trade, you can directly summon a rabbit of knowledge, and it will bring things to you.
The summoning spell of the rabbit of knowledge is: a spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can communicate, and a rabbit-shaped spirit favored by knowledge.
When summoning them for trading, you need to add a sentence at the end: "collaborator of the transaction. "It is used to designate specific rabbits of knowledge, and at the same time, place the letter in the center of the summoning ceremony so that the rabbit of knowledge can identify which transaction it is.
The specific ritual process is as follows:
Your friend, Al Tynes.
After writing the letter, Renekton leaned back against the back of the chair, shook his neck, and then casually wrapped the light yellow letter paper with a 10% starlight and threw it into the spirit world, handing it to the book messenger to deliver the letter.
"Boss, boss, I cleaned the iron ring. Can you recognize anything?"
Bugs Bunny came bouncing over at this time, holding a gray-blue and dark gold metal ring the size of its chubby waist.
Renekton looked at Bugs Bunny with some surprise. He didn't expect that it really cleaned the rusty ring bit by bit. Chapter 425 Accident
He raised his hand slightly forward, and the metal ring held by Bugs Bunny was lifted up by an invisible hand and floated in front of him.
Looking at the metal ring that had become much smoother, Renekton's mouth twitched slightly. It was indeed cleaned and smoothed. Is this a miracle of great strength?
With a sigh in his heart, he brought the metal ring close to his eyes and carefully distinguished the blurred patterns on it.
These patterns depict a giant bird flying in the sky. The surface of the giant bird is covered with feathers woven with flames and patterns. Under it is a winding river, and behind it are layers of illusory gates.
On the upper and lower sides of the metal ring, there are circles of mysterious symbols symbolizing the dead and the dead, densely packed, as if the dead are worshiping this giant bird.
Phoenix, the phoenix painted on it should be the "Phoenix Ancestor" Graygari. Is this ring an item belonging to the phoenix? Or was it an item made by the creatures who worshipped the phoenix at that time?
While thinking, his eyes suddenly became deep, like the sea before a storm, and his eyes lost focus and looked white.
He used his prophetic ability to make a certain divination about the ring, and soon, a vague picture emerged in his mind.
It was a dark and gloomy sky, and there was an exaggerated giant bird circling in the sky, rolling up gusts of whimpering winds, and the wind was mixed with the roar of the ghost of the ghost. The cry was
at the ankle of its right leg. It was carrying a metal ring with intricate patterns, gray-blue and dark gold intertwined. It kept waving its wings, as if it was anxiously rushing to somewhere.
The picture changed quickly, and many phoenixes appeared around. The pale flames on their bodies almost merged into one, penetrating reality and pouring into the illusory and distorted spiritual world, forming an exaggerated, horrible sea of fire full of wailing and roaring.
A terrifying and exaggerated figure flew out from the layers of illusory gates deep in the spirit world. His body was covered with pale fire crow feathers interwoven with mysterious patterns. His eyes seemed to be cast in bronze, with layers of illusory gates hidden inside.
Along with him, there appeared an indescribable dark illusory river. It seemed to rush out from an indescribable and impenetrable fog, rushing towards the end of everything, the end of all things. It was a death beyond death, indescribable and indescribable.
The moment this terrifying phoenix appeared with the dark illusory river, Renekton lost his ability to think. His flesh and blood quickly cracked and became mottled.
Between the cracks in his flesh and blood, tiny pale white hairs grew. These hairs grew into white feathers in the blink of an eye.
His breath quickly weakened, as if he was running wildly on the road to death. In just a moment, he had reached the end of his life.
His flesh and blood and even the clothes on his body were falling off in pieces, turning into mottled debris and dust.
"Death! The boss is dying quickly!"
Anu the crow standing on the coat rack was the first to come to his senses. It flapped its wings and circled around the room in a somewhat bewildered manner.
Bugs Bunny was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses at the voice of Anu the crow. It almost pounced on Renekton without thinking, rushed into the clothes covered by the sage's robe, and fumbled out the small iron box containing the probability dice.
Before it could leave Renekton, it suddenly felt empty under its feet and fell directly to the ground.
Bugs Bunny looked up at Renekton in a daze. The figure that was originally leaning on the chair had dissipated, and turned into dots of surging starlight that filled the room. The
originally bright starlight became dim at this moment, and from time to time, a little paleness would pop out from it, and tiny strands of pale white fluff kept melting and reappearing.
The smell of death, decay, and decay permeated these starlights, and it seemed that there was no way to get rid of it.
Bugs Bunny was stunned for a moment, and soon came to his senses. He hurriedly took out the probability dice and said anxiously:
"Six points, six points, give me a six point!"
After that, he threw the probability dice in his hand. The milky white dice rolled on the floor for two seconds and then stopped, with six points facing up!
Seeing the six points given by the probability dice, Bugs Bunny breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head anxiously and looked around, and found that the floating starlight was still dim.
"One six points must be not enough!" He muttered to himself as if to cheer himself up, quickly picked up the probability dice on the floor, and threw it out again.
Ding Ding~
The milky white dice shook on the floor for a few times and stopped again, still with six points facing up!
"I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Anu the crow muttered as he fell from the sky. He stretched out a claw to grab the probability dice, then flapped his wings and flew into the air to throw it down.
The probability dice rolled on the floor for two or three seconds before stopping again, with two points facing up!
"You stupid bird!"
Bugs Bunny grumbled loudly when he saw the two points on the probability dice. He had never seen a number other than six.
He ran to pick up the probability dice and threw it again, but when he was about to touch the probability dice, his feet slipped and he fell to the side.
"You useless stinky bird, stupid bird!"
Bugs Bunny complained loudly. He felt that if the unlucky crow had not thrown a two, he would not have been unlucky.
Bang!
Anu the crow, who was about to fall from the sky to pick up the probability dice, suddenly had a cramp in his wings. He could not control his direction and speed, and crashed directly into the convex window in front of him.
He fell to the ground in a daze and could not stand up for a while.
As soon as Bugs Bunny stood up from the ground, he saw Anu the crow falling into the corner. He sighed and shook his head, and said in a rather speechless manner:
"Stupid bird!" It took a deep breath and prepared to pick up the probability dice again, but suddenly found that the originally dim starlight around it suddenly became brighter, and the breath of death, decay, and decay suddenly disappeared.
Bugs Bunny's eyes lit up, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, he saw that the surging starlight around him quickly became dim again.
Affected by the River of Everlasting Darkness, Renekton, whose consciousness fell into a deep sleep, suddenly woke up. Before he could figure out the current situation, the feeling of sleepiness came again.
His consciousness became blurred, and he could only roughly feel that he was accelerating towards the end of his life and entering true death.
The strong sense of danger made his consciousness barely maintain wakefulness, and he did not fall into sleep directly like before.
"I was polluted and peeked into the pollution brought by the River of Everlasting Darkness"
"This is not a problem I can solve by myself. I must seek help from the Wilds of Knowledge."
"The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth"
The thought floated in his mind with some difficulty. He used the ancient Hermetic language to silently recite the honorific name pointing to the Wilds of Knowledge in his heart, over and over again.
When he recited it silently for the third time, he finally felt the change.
His consciousness saw a vast ocean of light composed of countless pixel-like particles, covering everything. Each tiny pixel was a piece of knowledge, they flickered, swayed, and operated in a very regular manner.
This is the embodiment of knowledge, the collection of all knowledge, and the wilderness of knowledge!
A kind of enlightenment appeared in Renekton's heart. The drowsiness that kept sweeping his consciousness disappeared at some point, and the trend of life heading towards the end also stopped, as if it was frozen at this moment.
In the hotel room, white feathers and many tiny faces fell in the dim starlight that was scattered all around. In the process of falling, they quickly became pale and yellow, gradually became transparent, and before they fell to the ground, they had completely disintegrated and dissipated.
The dim starlight began to shed one after another, illuminating the entire room, dispelling the quiet night covering the dots of starlight, and purifying the breath of decay, death and withering.
As his condition recovered, the starlight became brighter and brighter, so dazzling that Bugs Bunny and Anu the Crow closed their eyes at the same time.
Pieces of starlight began to gather and condensed into a human figure interwoven with blazing white and light blue, but it never turned into flesh and blood.
In his consciousness, Renekton stared at the ocean of light that was gradually moving away from him, and he couldn't help but have an urge to rush over and merge with it.
This thought became stronger and stronger, and soon he could no longer control himself and rushed towards the distant ocean of light.
When he was about to touch the ocean of light, a curtain of shadows quietly emerged, cutting off his connection with the ocean of light.
The strong and uncontrollable thoughts in his heart gradually disappeared, and Renekton quickly controlled the bright and dazzling starlight to condense his own body.
Huh~ He took a long breath, clenched his fist, felt the touch of flesh and blood on his body, and sighed in his heart:
"I almost put an end to my life."
"A comfortable life will make people reckless. I knew that the history of the ring was very long and it involved the phoenix, but I didn't do any divination or preparation and made a prediction directly."
After sighing, he looked down at the sage robe on his body. The magic signs and symbols painted on it became much dimmer. Obviously, when it reset its state before, it was also affected by the River of Everlasting Darkness and the ancestor of the phoenix, Greygari, and ran a long way on the road of scrapping.
After sinking into his thoughts, Renekton turned his head to look at Bugs Bunny and Anu the Crow, who were staring at him nervously and dared not say a word, and smiled and nodded:
"I'm fine now."
His eyes noticed the probability dice in Bugs Bunny's hand and the convex window with fine cracks behind Anu the Crow.
With his eyes flashing, he had let what happened in the room just now reappear in his mind.
After a moment, he looked at the probability dice in Bugs Bunny's hand with a heavy look in his eyes. This probability dice has undergone some changes. The bad luck and fortune it brings no longer act on the person who throws it, but directly act within a certain range. Is
this metal ring from the Phoenix, and my previous reckless actions accidental, or are they all under its influence?
Renekton quickly gathered his thoughts. He glanced at the probability dice in Bugs Bunny's hand and said:
"Put this dice away first, and don't use it casually in the future."
"Okay, boss." Bugs Bunny nodded solemnly.
It felt that this dice was useless. It didn't get lucky when it threw out six points, but the two points thrown by the crow Anu could implicate it.
After tidying up the room that had become a little messy because of the previous incident, Renekton leaned on the wooden chair by the window and looked at the gray-blue and dark gold intertwined ring on the small round table. The ring that was originally cleaned by Bugs Bunny was stained with rust again, as if it had been baptized by a long time.
It looks like an ordinary object with a long history. The spirituality it contains has long been lost over a long period of time. It is precisely because of this that my judgment was affected, and I thought that peeking into its past would not bring any danger.
The picture I saw before was obviously incomplete, but I couldn't bear the pollution of Greygari and the River of Everlasting Darkness, so it was forcibly interrupted.
As his thoughts floated, Renekton rummaged through the room to find the ritual materials. He planned to sacrifice this metal ring above the gray fog and let Klein help him with divination. Anyway, he would not really die there. At most, he would explode once or twice and would recover soon.
Klein responded to the ritual quickly. It seemed that he had not slept yet in the early morning today.
Renekton leaned back in a wooden chair. The curtains in the room were drawn by him, and the gas wall lamp was also extinguished. Only a thumb-length candle was left on the small round table, swaying with a dim flame.