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Chapter 153 Hymn
The strange thing is that after these ordinary people fainted in the sea, they got out of the psychedelic state. At this time, they had lost their physical strength and could only watch themselves drown until Ryan appeared.

The waves were rolling, Ryan half-floated on the sea surface, and his lower body was surrounded by a stream of water. The two chains in front held nearly 50 people. This was the last safety rope for them to maintain their lives. Many people had already fallen into a coma. , the breath of life is weak.

"If the curse is to let these people go to the forbidden island, with the control of the curse, it should not be difficult to do so." Ryan looked at the island from afar, frowning and thinking: "Why did the curse The control power is much weaker.”

It gave him the feeling that the purpose of this curse was not to make everyone go to the Forbidden Island, but to make the cursed people drown in the sea.

Reminiscent of the crew that Sears mentioned and the strange state of the other party, some guesses suddenly appeared in Ryan's mind.

If the source of the curse this time is from the crew of the White Rose, everything seems to make sense.

As Sears himself said, after the White Rose sank, all the crew members except him died with the White Rose. The unwillingness and anger of these crew members turned into a powerful curse.

The curse was like a nightmare, lingering on Sears' body all the time. In addition, he himself was extremely unwilling to accept the sinking of the White Rose, and with the interference of the curse, he subconsciously came to Tessie Island.

"No, that's not right. Sears said he was afraid of the ocean, and he came to Tessie Island mainly due to the influence of the curse." Ryan glanced at the chains, jumped lightly on his feet, grabbed the two chains and returned to the shore.

Swish!
Ryan was like a fisherman. He threw the chain on the beach, and dozens of people tied to the chain lay on the soft sand. Many people who regained consciousness rushed forward spontaneously and began to clean up the mess.

In this way, Ryan began to go back and forth between the beach and the ocean one by one.

In half an hour, he rescued more than 300 people. Most of the people who were still alive near the sea were rescued by him, but there are still hundreds of people who have not waited for Ryan's rescue and drowned in the boundless ocean. inside.

"Shua!" The chain flicked lightly, and the last group of people who were still alive nearby were brought back to the beach by Ryan.

At this time, the beach was full of muffled groans and cries. This time, the scope of the curse was huge, covering almost the entire island. Regardless of men, women, or children, as long as the strength was below the third level, almost all of them were affected.

Looking at the light spot in mid-air that was much dimmer than it was at the beginning, Ryan couldn't help frowning.

Now he is basically sure that the source of the curse this time should be Sears and his dead crew members. As for the medium—it must be the faint mist all over the island. Forbidden Island.

Moreover, people who regain consciousness do not mean they are safe. They may fall into a state of being hallucinated again. This is because the curse has not been lifted.

The reason why everyone is able to help each other on the coast now is that the light spot in mid-air cuts off the fog, which is his pure technique that compresses and condenses to the limit.

According to Ryan's estimation, this ball of light should last for at least two hours, but after less than an hour, it became very dim. Looking at the situation, in less than 10 minutes, the ball of light must be will go out.

At that time, the curse will enter everyone's body through the medium of mist again.

"This is not going to work. If you don't want to solve the fog, the curse will definitely come again." Ryan looked into the distance, and the part at the edge of the light sphere radiation had faintly seeped in.

After pondering for a moment, Ryan, supported by the chain, jumped lightly, stood in mid-air, looked at the people on the beach and shouted: "Everyone, get closer, try not to be too far away from the ball of light."

"According to my observations, the medium of the curse this time should be the faint mist all over the island tonight. If you come into contact with the mist again, you will probably fall into the hallucination just now."

After speaking, everyone on the beach was silent.

Then there was a commotion.

"What, will you be cursed again?"

"Damn it, I don't want to soak in the sea again, I will never go into the sea again in my life!"

"Aren't you a sailor? What do you want to do without going to sea?"

There was chaos on the beach, but after a while, people in the distance started to rush towards the center of the beach. Those with limited mobility were also carried to the beach, and the scattered people began to gather slowly.

"Huh?" Ryan glanced and found that many people standing in the distance did not come over, and stood there in a daze.

"Sure enough, the mist has begun to invade again." Ryan's heart sank, but his hands didn't stop. When he waved his hand, a few light spots gathered in his palm. He flicked it lightly, and the light spots shot out like bullets. into the bodies of those people in the distance.

"Pa-ta!" The people who were concentrated by the light spots collapsed to the ground and fell into a coma.

This scene made the rest of the people who were still awake tremble, but no one questioned Ryan. After all, they were all rescued in this way. Come to the beach.

After a panic on the beach, the rest of the people finally squeezed together.

Ryan glanced over, and with the addition of those who came from further away from the island, there were now more than 700 people on the beach, most of whom were slightly or seriously injured.

The light spot in midair flickered, and the mist began to seep into the edge of the light shrouded area, like a signal for death.

"Huh!" Ryan let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and faced his palms together. A holy beam of light condensed in his palm, and before the light spot had time to expand, it was compressed again by him.

Seeing the flickering light spot on Ryan's palm, the hearts of everyone in the arena also lifted up. Most of them are ordinary people. Even first-order extraordinary people cannot resist the curse of fog. Only the first class has a certain ability to resist, so if they want to survive, they can only rely on Ryan.

Right at this moment-
"Her voice overflows with love and prosperity, bringing holiness and peace."

"Goddess of Dawn, you are our guide."

"Your power and glory light up our lives."

"We search for truth and love in darkness, and your light guides our way."

"Dawn, we sing praises to you."

The priest of the little church on the island of Tessie began to sing the hymn of the Church of the Aurora, a song that the choir always sings in praise of the Aurora and that all the faithful hum.

One person, two people, three people.
The singing brought all the sober people on the beach. They followed the priest and started humming hymns. They clasped their hands together in front of their chests, forming a small arc. This posture represented piety and respect, and also meant prayer.

The voice of the hymn is getting louder and more uniform, like a grand chorus, but this chorus has no audience, or in other words, everyone who sings in the chorus is an audience.

Ryan stood in the center of the crowd, with palms facing each other, the holy light flickered continuously during the compression process, flickering and dimming.

In the crowd, a man lying on the beach watched this scene excitedly. Judging from his attire, it can be seen that he is a painter. At this moment, he is holding on to the beach with both hands and trying to stand up, but how can he stand up? He couldn't even use his strength, his injuries were too serious, and there were still a lot of traces left by dried blood on his chest.

Even so, his eyes were still fixed on Ryan, as if he wanted to keep this scene in his mind forever.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, there was a seemingly invisible broken sound.

The light that shrouded everyone suddenly disappeared. Except for the people near Ryan who could still bathe in the holy light, the people in the distance had fallen into darkness again.

Immediately, the mist began to quickly spread towards the crowd, and the uniform chorus also broke down. In an instant, hundreds of people on the beach fell into panic again, and there was even the sound of falling to the ground.

In the darkness in the distance, footsteps came from different rhythms, and the cursed person on the other side of the island finally came to the coast.

There were cries and screams one after another, and the fear was like a shell hitting the crowd, and it began to spread quickly. This caused people who were originally determined to be infected by the curse much faster.

Just when the crowd was in despair——a holy light appeared from the center of the crowd, and quickly spread around.

A ball of light the size of a human head, like a round of white sun slowly rising from the crowd, and floated into the air tens of meters, the distracting thoughts in the hearts of all those who bathed in the holy light are like white snow touching the sun Generally melts quickly.

"That's it, that's it!" Among the crowd, the painter lying on the beach trembled his lips, staring at this scene carefully, as if he wanted to engrave this scene in his mind forever.

The holy light shrouded the entire coast again, and the light was brighter and warmer than before. The fog that had penetrated into the crowd quickly disappeared without leaving a trace.

"saved."

"I thought I was dead this time."

"Do you know who that bishop is? He looks so young, why have I never seen him?"

"Mr. Ryan Dylan, you don't know? He is the youngest genius and the youngest bishop of the Dawn Church, but... the rumors say that he is only the third rank?"

There were many travelers and adventurers from Via in the crowd. When Ryan announced his identity, they recognized Ryan's identity. With their word of mouth, everyone soon knew Ryan's identity .

In the middle of the crowd, Ryan's complexion was a little pale.

This ball of light compressed to the limit consumed more than half of his magic power. You know, from the time he discovered something was wrong tonight to saving hundreds of people, he had spent less than [-]% of his magic power in total. Although there is also a reason why meditation is on-hook to reply, but it can also be seen how much the light sphere has been consumed.

However, the most important consumption is mental power. The pressure of continuously releasing dozens or hundreds of purification techniques is not on the same order of magnitude as the pressure of compressing hundreds of purification technique light spheres into one.

Fortunately, it was night, and he could draw spare mental power from the mirror image, so that it would not affect his combat effectiveness.

"If the fog and the curse haven't changed, the ball of light should last for a few hours this time." Ryan took a deep breath, took out the magic recovery potion from his arms and drank it in one gulp, then turned his head to look in the direction of Forbidden Island .

Relying on the purification technique alone can only solve the urgent need. If you want to really solve the problem of the curse and the fog, you still have to go to the vicinity of the forbidden island to see for yourself.

Seeing that everyone regained their composure, Ryan pondered for a moment, waved his hand, and signaled several third-tier magicians not far away to come over.

"Mr Dylan."

"Mr Dylan!"

"The fog and curse this time are very troublesome, and the root cause may not be on Taixi Island." Ryan glanced at the few people and said in a low voice: "Even if it is me, I can only temporarily stabilize the situation. If there are new changes in the future, I'm afraid There will be more serious casualties, so... I am going to take a look around Forbidden Island."

Several people were shocked. If Ryan was not there, with their strength, they could only protect themselves at most. It would be unrealistic to control the scene as they are now. One of them was wearing a dark velvet mage The black-haired and brown-eyed old man stood up and persuaded: "Mr. Ryan, Forbidden Island is very scary. So far, no one has walked out of it. I suggest that we wait until dawn to see the situation. Maybe, After dawn, the fog cleared."

"Let's not talk about the problem after dawn." Ryan shook his head and sighed: "If you sit here waiting to die, whether you can last until dawn is a problem. If the fog does not dissipate after dawn, what will you do?"

"I'm not afraid of the fog, but are you sure you have enough confidence to resist the curse?" Ryan pointed to the hundreds of people on the beach: "Even if you can survive, what about them?"

Several people were silent, and they knew what Ryan said, but there was no better way at the moment.

"This ball of light can last for several hours." Ryan took a deep breath, looked at the crowd not far away and looked at him eagerly, shook his head and said: "I don't plan to enter the island, I just go to investigate first, and the problem can be solved the most Well, if it can’t be resolved, I will come back before the light ball goes out.”

"Before I come back, this place will be handed over to you first."

Ryan thought for a while, and took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to the old man in charge: "This is the scroll of the light of purification. If something happens, you can use it for a while. If the scroll is triggered, I will rush to it as soon as possible." return."

"Here, I leave it to you."

After finishing speaking, Ryan turned around and walked into the thick darkness. The sea breeze was much weaker than before, and the fog remained thin. Looking back at the crowd on the coast, he jumped into the deep sea with a deep leap.

Before going to Forbidden Island, he had one more thing to do.
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