Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 422 Crazy

"Degenerate!" A demonic word full of filth and depravity sounded.

There was an abyssal tendency around the prophet's clone, and the air seemed to be covered with a layer of slightly viscous black liquid.

As soon as the signs of depravity appeared, a sacred, bright, bright and pure warm light also appeared immediately. The power of the sun field directly purified the aura of depravity that had just emerged around it.

The prophet clone raised his free right hand, accumulated brilliance, and condensed a pure and blazing spear that seemed to be composed of pure sunlight.

The moment the spear took shape, he threw it out, streaking through the air with a stream of blazing white light.

The premonition of danger brought about by demonization made Hal Constantine feel that he could not avoid the coming attack no matter what. He could only summon the strong wind to pull his body farther away, and relied on the violent airflow to form a line around him. barrier.

The blazing white light easily penetrated the barrier formed by the strong wind, grazed the huge demon's shoulder diagonally, and instantly expanded, illuminating the night sky.

The extremely majestic aura of the Sun Realm instantly dispelled the thin mist condensed by the surrounding cold death aura. It also dispersed the remaining undead spirits around, and 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 had disappeared. Hal Constantine transformed back into a human body with some characteristics of a sea monster. The flesh and blood on his left arm was completely blurred, with some burnt marks. odor.

As a Storm Path Extraordinary, the spear thrown casually by the prophet's clone did no additional damage to him. With his own strong vitality, he withstood the attack.

His body fell directly into the cabin, accompanied by a crashing sound of glass breaking.

The movement of the prophet's clone paused, and his inspiration was suddenly touched, 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 inspiration of the prophet's clone was touched.

The prophet's clone's eyes quickly turned white, and his field of vision changed. The surroundings suddenly became dark and dark. He saw mirror fragments scattered everywhere in the cabin, and Hal Constantine fell among these fragments.

He looked at the scattered mirror fragments around him with an expression of obsession, as if he saw something extremely attractive through them.

He didn't know when he picked up a fragment of mirror, held it in both hands and inserted it into his heart.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The sound of the beating heart layer upon layer gradually became clearer and louder, echoing throughout the Newnes.

At this moment, all the pirates on the ship heard pounding heartbeats. Regardless of whether they were awake or unconscious, the heartbeats became more and more intense, as if they were about to burst through their chests.

Phoenix's eyes became cold and deep, like the gaze from the dead. He quickly glanced around and then said:

"Their breaths are gradually merging together. It's weird and crazy."

The silvery white in the prophet's clone's eyes gradually faded, and he roughly understood what happened.

Huh~ With a sigh, he looked at the crimson moonlight falling from the sky and felt that the secret left before was about to disappear. He said in a deep voice:

"Yalina left herself a backhand who was not a backhand. She had already unknowingly infected everyone on the ship. Each of them was the medium for her resurrection."

"When the original method fails, or when more than half of the pirates on the ship die, the resurrection ceremony will begin directly."

"Of course, once she reaches this point, she will inevitably lose control. Not to mention the conflicting characteristics of these people, so many wills are blended together. Even if she is a demigod, the only result is a mental breakdown."

Thea pursed her lips and chuckled with disdain:

"Having taken everyone with her before she died is indeed what she would do."

"I was still wondering why her projection kept talking nonsense to us. It turned out to be her last words."

"Are we leaving?" Phoenix looked sideways at Thea.

Thea shook her head slightly, ignored the question and said:

"How long can you maintain this bronze door?"

"If there is no fierce battle, it can last for ten minutes. The more spiritual energy I lose, the shorter the time I can last."

Phoenix answered this question almost without thinking.

"Do you want to throw it into the underworld?" the prophet's clone asked sideways.

Thea said indifferently without any expression:

"I said, I am very happy to send her to the underworld."

I didn't expect you were talking about being sent to the underworld in the physical sense. The prophet's clone muttered in his mind.

A touch of light blue fluorescence appeared in his eyes, and he chanted softly in dragon language: "Secret!"

As he recited the words, he directly reached out and pulled out a piece of quiet night in mid-air, covering the original hidden effect that was about to expire.

Bang! Bang! One after another, python-like black tentacles protruded from all over the Newnes.

These tentacles are either wrapped in black smoke, or covered with frost, or wrapped with silvery white light. They all have an eye at the top, which may be closed or open, with an aura of madness and violence, as if they want to destroy everything they see.

"Don't look into those eyes, you will gradually become petrified." The prophet's clone warned.

While speaking, he pushed his hands forward, creating a tidal wave of pure golden light, which condensed into a golden barrier in front of him.

The banging sound kept ringing, and the golden barrier kept shaking, with pieces of light falling out mixed with frost and black flames.

The silvery white in the eyes of the prophet clone flashed away, and he said thoughtfully: "It has not yet fully gathered its characteristics and resurrected its flesh and blood. 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. People from the Church of Storms will soon notice this place after my aura is exposed."

Thea was silent for a moment and responded with a calm voice: "Okay."

The prophet's clone nodded gently to her, then took two steps forward, arms half-opened, as if embracing the rising sun.

His spirituality surged wantonly, and above the Newnes, a huge ball of pure light wrapped with countless sacred flames emerged out of thin air, like a miniature sun, emitting terrifying light and heat.

The golden sacred flame rained down on the python-like black tentacles, and whether they were ice, black flames or lightning, they were all melting away quickly.

Amidst the crackling sound, the flesh and blood of the black tentacles were ignited, like ignited grease, splashing with golden red fire.

"Ah! So hot!"

"help me"

"No. Uh-huh~"

At the top of the black tentacles, male or female figures grew out from the eyes. They were wailing in pain in the golden firelight, just like real people.

Their wailing only lasted for a short while, and they quickly restrained their expressions of pain after realizing that the person in front of them was indifferent to their performance.

Then, as if they suddenly saw each other, these tentacles became entangled with each other in pairs. The figures at the top stared at each other affectionately, and their surfaces were quickly covered with a layer of gray.

The golden sacred flame fell on these gray-white stones, burning the gray-white stones to red, but it failed to achieve the effect of destroying them.

wisdom? Or instinct? The prophet's clone seemed to be turning into a magical item. He muttered in his heart, then turned his head expressionlessly to look at Thea and Phoenix, who had their eyes closed, and said softly:

"Are there any frost spells? Or spells that can create water flow."

"Okay." Thea responded in a deep voice.

While speaking, she took two steps forward, distanced herself a little, and recited a word in dragon language in a low voice:

"Frost!"

Dots of crystal light appeared in her hand and quickly condensed. After a moment, the crystal light in her hand was thrown upward by her, and streams of crystal clear light suddenly fell from mid-air.

These streams of light seemed to be densely packed, quickly covering the entire deck, falling on those petrified gray-white tentacles, and instantly hung one ice edge after another.

slap~

The prophet's clone gently snapped his fingers, and the miniature sun in mid-air burst out with terrifying light and heat along the river, pouring down layers of golden-red firelight.

The ice crystals Thea just created only lasted for a breath or two before they were melted directly, without even a chance for water vapor to form.

Along with the ice crystals, the gray-white stone also melted. As the ice crystals melted, fine cracks appeared in the gray-white stone statue, and they were still cracking rapidly.

The prophet's clone controlled the blazing white miniature sun to shed more golden-red sacred flames, encompassing all these tentacles.

"what!"

"Help. Help me."

"I'm in so much pain, who can help me?"

"Ah~ I'm going to kill you."

Those tentacles roared again, their voices full of resentment and hatred, but their voices soon fell down, leaving only the crackling sound of ignited grease.

The golden-red flame continued to burn for a minute or two, until there was no more sound, the prophet's clone stopped moving, allowing the blazing white miniature sun in the mid-air to gradually disappear, and the sacred flames scattered around it quickly disappeared. disappear.

The Newnes had already been ignited by the blazing fire, and the red fire had spread throughout the ship.

The eyes of the prophet's clone moved slightly, and a flash of silver quickly appeared. With the help of the ability of prophecy, he saw some things that were about to happen:

In the cabin, everything that could reflect light became dark, and there seemed to be countless things and layers of space hidden inside.

The shiny black hair was entangled with each other and flowed out of the mirror, surging like a tide. They flooded everything and swallowed everything.

Everything they touch will inevitably be stained with a layer of gray, and the flesh and blood things will twist, stretch out their limbs and heads, and turn into large or small, very good-looking women.

They stretch out their enchanting bodies, carrying an irresistible charm.

Whether it is uneaten fish meat, sea fish that has been dried into dried fish, or even the scattered body parts of pirates in previous battles.

At this moment, they all turned into women with enchanting postures, showing the charm of women in different stages. Some are pure, some are charming, some are bold and open, some are shy and reserved, some are hot and passionate, and some are cold and proud. It exudes an indescribable charm that makes people want to sink into it from the bottom of their hearts.

The picture that comes to mind is gone here. It seems that if it continues to develop, the characteristics of the ageless witch and the out-of-control flesh and blood in the mirror world will directly devour and assimilate the entire Newnes.

The prophet clone looked up at the bronze door covered with complicated patterns and said in deep thought:

"Throw all the reflective things around you into the underworld. The characteristics and flesh and blood hidden in the mirror world are completely out of control. The will of the original witch has descended on her, and there may still be some pollution left."

(End of this chapter)