Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 423 Losing control

The prophet's clone lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes instantly glowed with a light blue glow.

With a whooshing sound, a strong wind blew out of thin air, sweeping around, picking up all the items scattered around, and spiraling them into the open bronze door.

Thea looked around intently and sighed helplessly:

"There are so many reflective items that we can't remove just the glass on this ship."

"Furthermore, our eyes can also be regarded as mirrors. Unless we have the distortion ability at the demigod level, we can directly deny the existence of mirrors on the ship."

"Just clean up the area around us to ensure that out-of-control monsters don't suddenly rush out from around us."

The prophet clone explained in a deep voice. The wind howled around him, causing the windows on the entire ship to rattle, as if they would be torn off at any time.

Phoenix closed his eyes slightly, as if he was communicating with the mysterious thing in his body. After a moment, a large group of transparent shadows merged together emerged from his body.

It did not scream frequently, but instead kept shaking, shaking off transparent shadows. These split shadows had all the characteristics of ordinary shadows. They went straight through the deck and poured into the cabin. .

With the ability to mirror jump, they can easily identify items that can be used as mirrors, wrap smaller fragments in their bodies, and throw the fragments into the underworld through the bronze gate.

"This ship is quite difficult to dismantle. I almost want to sink it."

The prophet clone sighed in a low voice, and the howling wind carried countless glass fragments into the air, and then threw them into the bronze door.

The glass, mirrors, metal, and all reflective items floating in the strong wind suddenly became dark and dark, and the interior seemed to be connected to a dark and deep space.

The next moment, countless hairs sprang out from the mirror, intertwined and twisted into tentacles as thick as a little finger, flying in the strong wind, like a dark ocean composed of twisted tentacles.

Everything caught in it will inevitably be stained with a layer of gray and quickly weathered into pieces.

Limbs and limbs are constantly growing out of this dark ocean. They are large or small, and they are all beautiful women.

They were rising and falling among the squirming black tentacles, with different expressions on their faces. Some were anxiously calling for help, while others were moaning seductively.

All of them exude indescribable charm, either pure, charming, bold and open, shy and reserved, or passionate. People want to indulge in them 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 figure undulating inside, and took a step back unconsciously.

In his field of vision, these human figures rising and falling in the hair are completely a collection of mystical viruses and bacteria. Even if he is a demigod, he will shed his skin even if he touches them.

The light blue glow in his eyes suddenly brightened, simulating the demigod-level storm ability from the Poseidon Scepter.

The surrounding wind suddenly became violent, and the violent wind collided with the air, making an explosion-like sound, and a terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye circled and appeared.

The air flow turned sharply in circles, twisting the surrounding hair into dark tentacles, as well as the undulating human figures between the tentacles, all rolled up into the air, and then quickly wrapped them up and threw them into the bronze door that was constantly shaking and creaking in the wind.

"Cough~cough~" Phoenix, who was struggling to maintain the bronze door, suddenly began to cough uncontrollably, and it became more and more severe, and even the bronze door became shaky.

A touch of light blue appeared in Thea's eyes. She looked over Phoenix and soon discovered the problem. She frowned slightly and said in a solemn tone:

"You are sick, pneumonia, respiratory infection and fever, and the blood is gradually developing lesions."

"Be patient for a little bit, the purifying power of the Sun Realm will have some effect on you to a greater or lesser extent."

"Ahem~ It's okay." Phoenix's voice became hoarse, and he stopped talking after responding.

The light blue in Thea's eyes instantly brightened, and she raised her hand upwards, summoning a sacred, bright, bright and pure warm light that descended from the sky.

Her body was quickly dyed with a layer of light gold, and her fiery red hair was flying wildly in the wind, as if she was bathing in the sunset, with some sacred meaning.

The bright yellow light centered on her and spread out in circles, purifying the viruses and bacteria in the air while bringing a burst of warmth and strong courage.

"Cough~" Phoenix coughed slightly and frowned in discomfort.

The purifying halo acted on him, and the slightly warm heat turned directly into a burning sting. While the purifying power of the sun domain was purifying the virus on his body, it was also purifying the breath of death on his body.

boom! boom!

Groups of ice and flames exploded in the storm, and the powerful impact made the prophet's clone barely able to sustain the hurricane hovering in the sky.

The hair that was caught in the strong wind has been twisted into python-like black tentacles one after another. They are entangled with each other in the air and rolled up into a huge one with eyes. Each one is large or small and beautiful. Women's black ball of thread.

Under the black thread, thick black tentacles extend to the inside of the bronze door, as if they are flapping and pulling like a wrestling match, as if something in the underworld on the other side of the door is 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 whirling hurricane into a physical restraint and an invisible wind blade, imprisoning the huge black thread in the air, trying to cut it.

"Oh, oh, oh, please, let me go."

"Ah" "Don't kill me. Don't kill me."

"Please help me"

The beautiful female bodies growing out of the pitch-black threads let out moans and pleas. Tears fell from their beautiful faces one by one, their cheeks turned red from crying, and they gasped again and again.

The prophet clone continued his actions expressionlessly, but with little effect. This huge ball of thread completely inherited the powerful vitality of the Ageless Witch, as well as the strange and difficult-to-kill characteristics. The traces cut by the invisible wind blade were almost invisible in the next moment. It's healed as before.

After a moment, he stopped and applied a psychiatrist's "comfort" on himself. Even in an absolutely rational state, these moaning and begging voices still brought up some floating emotions and desires in his heart, and his lower body was already Congestion begins.

"Trouble." With a sigh, the prophet's clone immediately summoned a gust of wind and lifted his body high into the sky.

Dark clouds suddenly began to gather in the sky, layer upon layer, and soon completely covered the crimson moon.

Streams of silvery white lightning cut through the silent night sky, illuminating the sea surface, and at the same time breaking the cover of secrecy. With the breath of rage and destruction, it fell on the huge ball of thread covered with the bodies of beautiful women of different sizes. .

The lightning suddenly disintegrated and turned into countless tiny electric snakes scurrying around the pitch-black thread and its tentacles extending into the bronze door.

The strong paralysis effect prevented it from resisting in time, and it was dragged a long distance by the feathered snake on the other side of the bronze gate. It was less than fifty meters away from being completely dragged into the bronze gate.

The whistling sound of wind sounded again, and the sudden violent wind was like an invisible big hand, pushing the huge ball of pitch-black thread forward slowly.

Thea also took two steps forward at this time, leaning back and spreading her arms as if embracing the sun.

A magnificent, pure and blazing pillar of light descended from the sky and enveloped the surroundings. The power of the sun field continued to burn the large and small figures on the matching thread, and at the same time, it stimulated all the eyes growing on it to close.

With little resistance, the black thread twisted by the dark tentacles was pushed directly to the bronze door.

Then the prophet clone discovered awkwardly that the ball of thread was a bit too big, causing the bronze door to be blocked by it.

Thea turned her head and glanced at the increasingly pale Phoenix behind her, and reminded her loudly:

"Knock it apart, the 'Gate' won't be able to hold on any longer."

As she spoke, golden illusory flames suddenly ignited out of thin air around her. These flames exuded the majestic breath of the sun, and became dense and continuous into an ocean, sweeping towards the black thread like waves, drowning the one above. One eye, one silhouette after another.

The prophet's clone controlled the surrounding wind and lowered his body. Then he clenched his fists and waved his arms. His body became one with some strange power. An afterimage rushed out of his body and hit the huge black thread wrapped in golden flames. superior.

A low, majestic ancient Hermetic word echoed around: "Death!"

Like an announcement, the aura of madness and chaos on the dark thread froze for a moment, and then weakened uncontrollably.

Bah! Bah!

There were illusory tearing sounds all around, as if there were dense cracks in the surrounding space. The golden flames were stained with a rust-like red, and a pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.

This is a secret technique he developed based on the laws of the disciplinary knights and the filthy words of the devil. It has no direct destructive power, but it can make living beings without divinity uncontrollably die. Even demigods are directly hit. They will also suffer heavy losses.

This blow successfully caused the threads formed by the python-like black tentacles to disintegrate, scattering many black tentacles with eyes and naked female bodies.

The bronze door also emitted a terrifying suction force at this time, like a giant beast inhaling hard, and most of the huge black thread was sucked in directly.

Only a bunch of scattered pitch-black tentacles were left struggling. Some of them wrapped around the frame of the bronze door, and some extended outwards, wrapping around the sides and decks of the ship, and even the sails.

The howling wind carried the prophet's clone body to fall next to Phoenix. He turned his head to look at the other party and said:

"Can you just close this door?"

Phoenix was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he opened his palm forward, and the bronze door covered with mysterious patterns suddenly squeaked and swayed. Without closing the door, it simply faded and disappeared.

pat!pat!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. The struggling black hands that were originally wrapped around the bronze gates and ships fell down feebly. At their ends, there was a neat cut, as if they were cut directly by an extremely sharp blade. The cut is average.

Thea didn't even glance at these neatly broken tentacles. She walked straight to the side of the ship that was still intact, leaned on the side of the ship and sighed:

"Oh, you have become a lot smarter. You all know that closing the door directly and using the disconnected space to cut it can not only harvest some of the high-level characteristics, but also weaken the part of its body that fell into the underworld."

The prophet's clone didn't pay attention to Thea's teasing, and looked at the cabin with deep eyes. His inspiration touched my spirituality for a moment. Could it be the witch card?

Muttering in his mind, he raised his hand to open the door. A burst of blue floated past, and a blurry door with no real sense of water appeared in front of him. On the other side of the door was a layer of darkness, an unreal space. .

He stared at the world in the mirror inside the "door" and then walked straight in.

The surrounding environment was suddenly dark, and everything here seemed unreal. There were countless passages connected to each other, like a dense spider web, layered on top of each other, with no end in sight.

(End of this chapter)