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Chapter 421 Mirror

In the cabin of the Newnes, countless silver-white electric lights were entangled on the golden figure, spreading along her hair to the invisible transparent threads around her, constantly jumping around, intertwining into a pattern that covered the entire The silver cobwebs of ships.

The silver-white electric light lasted for a while before all the invisible invisible threads on the ship were destroyed.

The prophet's clone's gaze fell on the figure wrapped in silver-white lightning. His eyes were covered with a layer of light silver, and he said in a calm voice:

"It seems like all she has left is her instincts, and even you can't recognize her."

Thea said in a calm tone with no emotion:

"It's normal for her not to recognize me. After all, that was decades ago."

"For her, her experience in the Sauron family must be the most humiliating stage in her life. How could she be as happy as being a witch~"

The prophet clone did not answer, his eyes were completely covered with silver.

His vision suddenly changed, and every mirror around him became a "door". They were intertwined with each other to form a wonderful whole.

Behind these "doors" is a dark and illusory world.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! There is an illusory sound like a beating heart echoing in my ears.

It seems that deep in the dark and illusory world isolated by the mirror, there is a bright red heart beating continuously, and the faint sound of flesh and blood can be heard.

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 status as a demigod, but now, this has become the last thing that breaks the camel's back. straw.

As his thoughts floated, the surrounding silver-white lightning continued to gather in his hand, forming a sizzling silver-white spear.

The next moment, he threw the silver spear directly, and the blazing white traces passed through a mirror hanging on the wall and disappeared into the world in the mirror.

Bah! Bah! Zila~

There were constant sounds 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 pieces.

The golden figure entangled by lightning had a painful expression on her face. The golden color on her body was covered with cracks and turned into flying ash, revealing the pale and bloodless flesh underneath.

"Thea. Are you looking for me? To kill me?"

Ya Lina's voice was hoarse and low, and gradually changed from staccato to clear enunciation, as if she was adapting to this new body.

Thea ignored Yarina, who was watching her with a complicated expression, and looked sideways at the prophet clone and asked:

"She was successfully resurrected?"

The silver in the eyes of the prophet's clone slowly faded away. He shook his head and answered with certainty:

"No, this is just a mirror image created by that magical item, temporarily taken over by her will."

"My attack just now had some impact on that magical item, which revived her suppressed consciousness."

"He's right, I'm just a crazy monster about to lose control."

Like an illusory thing, Yarina's figure easily broke away from the lightning and walked to Thea.

The golden color on her body had completely faded, and she stood there naked, with her long fiery red hair hanging freely, covering the key parts of her body.

A light blue glow lingered in Thea's eyes, and golden illusory flames instantly ignited out of thin air around her.

These flames exuded the majestic aura of the sun, and swept towards Ya Lina's figure in a continuous motion, but did not have the slightest impact on her, as if they did not exist at all.

"This is just a false mirror image. Relying on her demigod status, she has a certain ability to interfere with reality and can communicate with us normally, but she is still essentially just a mirror image."

The prophet's clone reminded him.

As he spoke, he walked towards the oval mirror made of gold, reached out and took it off the wall.

He turned the mirror to himself, but his own figure was not reflected, only a distorted picture. It could be seen that it was a spider web made of dense silk threads, and a bright red heart.

He stretched out his hand and floated across the golden mirror, his eyes flashed a silvery white, then he turned his head to look at Thea and said:

"The effect of this mirror should be to record the reflected figure and restore it to this false mirror image within a certain range. It may also include some extraordinary abilities."

"This Yalina should have let this mirror record herself in advance, trying to use this mirror image as a means to resurrect herself."

"But something must have gone wrong. The blow from the Storm Lord, the oppression of her spirit by the original witch's will, and the negative effects of the mirror itself directly drove her will into madness."

Thea nodded slightly, and then added:

"Judging from its performance just now, it should have the ability to connect the surrounding mirrors to build a maze."

The mirror image of Alina, who was left alone by the two of them, laughed to herself, and said as if she couldn't control her emotions:

"As expected of the knowledgeable readers, you have guessed the effect of this magical item so quickly."

"You are all right. I have gone crazy. Maybe I will turn into a monster in the next second and emerge from this mirror." "Haha. Hahaha~"

Thea calmly glanced at Alina's mirror image, then turned her head to look at the prophet's clone and said:

"Do you believe what she says?"

"Of course not. No matter whether she is really crazy or fake, we are all enemies, and we will fight to the death!"

The prophet clone said in a calm voice.

Thea chuckled and nodded, her words mixed with approval and said:

"It's not bad. I wasn't fooled by this old woman."

"This mirror is the back-up for her resurrection, but it does not mean that it contains her characteristics and flesh and blood. This mirror is obviously an item for the apprentice path. She will only be contaminated if she puts her own characteristics in it."

"Although she is indeed not smart, she is not that stupid. Her characteristics are probably still hidden in the mirror world nearby."

Ya Lina's scene seemed to be really crazy. There was no change in her expression because of Thea's words. She was still smiling 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."

"Madman." Thea spat with disgust.

"Crazy? Am I crazy? I am indeed crazy, but as my daughter, how can you not be crazy?"

"You watched me kill your mother and the brother in her belly, 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 notice you, do you? How could the assassin's evasion ability be hidden from a witch? What's more, I personally gave you that magical item."

The more Yalina spoke, the more crazy she became. Her voice was hoarse as if she hadn't drank water for several days, as if she would cough up blood from her mouth the next moment.

Her back was bent and she was rocking back and forth like crazy, her chest was rising and falling, and her hair that was scattered in front of her body could no longer hide the heart-stirring spring light.

His face was twisted with a smile, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of the pain or the memories in his mind.

Thea's face was stiff, and her restrained emotions had a tendency to explode. Ya Lina, who looked like a madman in front of her, had no intention of stopping her words, and her hoarse voice seemed extremely harsh:

"I told myself in my heart at that time, whether you made a sound out of fear or chose to rush out bravely, I will kill you together."

"Because this is not the choice I would make when faced with this kind of 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 and looked at Thea, who was completely restrained. Even as a prophet, he couldn't judge the other person's state at this time.

If it were me, I would have rushed into the mirror world to tear this talkative guy to pieces. In a sense, she is also a qualified provocateur. Sure enough, all provocateurs deserve to die!

"Let's leave first. It's not easy for Phoenix to stop so many pirates by himself."

Thea glanced sideways at the mirror in the prophet's clone's hand, and said in a calm voice, seemingly not affected by Alina's words just now.

The prophet clone nodded slightly, then stretched out his right hand, grasped it slightly with his palm, and turned his wrist clockwise.

A burst of light blue ripples like water waves spread out, and layers of illusory doors instantly appeared. As a burst of faint blue light floated by, a fuzzy door with no sense of substance emerged.

As soon as the "door" opened, Thea walked straight in, as if she didn't want to stay here any longer.

The prophet clone looked at the gold mirror in his hand, raised his hand and drew a symbol of the all-seeing eye on it.

His spirituality turned into little brass-colored glimmers. With the movement of his hand, he quickly outlined an omniscient eye, and quickly faded and disappeared. At the same time, the spirituality of the mirror also converged, and it looked no different from an ordinary mirror. .

After doing all this, he stepped forward and passed the "door" on the deck.

The surrounding environment changed rapidly. Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, the pungent sulfur smell accompanied by the strong wind irritated his nasal cavity.

The prophet's clone looked at the light blue fireball sweeping toward him and the wind blades mixed in it. A light blue glow quickly appeared in his eyes, and he whispered an ancient Hermetic word:

"exile!"

An invisible majestic force suddenly exploded in mid-air, directly pushing away all the attacks that swept over him. A burst of light blue fire exploded in mid-air, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur.

After dealing with the attack that hit him, he looked around and saw the huge demonic figure entrusted in the air by the strong wind, surrounded by light blue and red flames, as well as the bronze bronze with mysterious patterns standing on the deck. The door, and Phoenix standing by the door with dark eyes.

There are not many pirates on the deck who can continue to fight. The weaker ones have fallen into coma or died in the previous battle.

There are also not many undead summoned by Phoenix, and most of them have been completely destroyed by the lightning bombardment.

Before the prophet clone could speak, he felt an angry gaze falling on him.

(End of this chapter)

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)

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)

Chapter 424 The Magic Mirror of Desire

The prophet clone followed his intuition and walked forward for a while until a gray-white card appeared in his sight.

The prophet's intuition made him immediately sure that this was what touched his spirituality just now.

Gently rubbing his fingers twice, he summoned an invisible hand to pick up the card from the ground. After taking the card, he discovered that it was covered with fine cracks, as if it was about to break.

"Did the incident just now cause damage to the seal above?"

After murmuring softly, the prophet stretched out his left hand and gently rubbed his index and middle fingers on the card twice. The touch felt cold and rough, like stroking a 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 shows a beautiful woman sitting on an ornate throne, holding a scepter, with forests, rivers and fruits behind her.

The woman on the card is very beautiful, and that kind of beauty even crosses gender. No matter which angle you look at her facial features, you seem to be able to find something you like, especially those blue eyes, which are noble and sacred. Some sense of familiarity.

In the upper left corner of this card is written a line of small words in Ancient Fusac language, Sequence 0: Chaos Witch!

"Seeing this makes me want to pour a bottle of witch potion into Huang Tao, but unfortunately that guy is already in the shape of the Black Emperor, oh no, now he is in the shape of the original moon."

The prophet clone sighed, put away the witch card, turned around and returned along the way he came.

After a while, he separated from the mirror world and looked around. Seeing that Thea and Phoenix didn't even move their positions, he casually mentioned:

"Aren't you going to plunder it? After all, it is the flagship of a pirate general. There will be no shortage of money or magical items. This ship will sink in less than half an hour, and then there will be no chance. "

As he spoke, he looked sideways at the sea in the distance. Under the sea there, there was a huge shadow that was quickly moving away from here. The pirate general's men were not very reliable. They didn't even conduct any inspections and just drove directly. He ran away on the stealth ship.

"It's a very tempting proposal, but the battle just now destroyed the cabin too completely. I won't be able to find anything for a while. Besides,"

She raised her head and glanced at the dark clouds above her head that showed no sign of dispersing, but she didn't say the next words.

The prophet clone also looked up at the gloomy sky and said in a calm voice:

"I didn't use the power of the sun and shadow realm after the secretive effect disappeared. People from the Church of Storms would not have discovered the abnormality so quickly."

"Unless the Storm Lord keeps staring at the sea, but this is obviously impossible. After all, I haven't been struck by lightning yet."

While they were talking, the python-like black tentacles that had been neatly cut off on the deck finally stopped twisting. Dots of dark purple, with a little light blue and red fluorescence precipitated from the tentacles, and spontaneously moved towards the prophet's clone. Converging on the mirror thrown aside.

what happened? Isn't this mirror an item for the apprenticeship path? The prophet's clone noticed this scene immediately and whispered in his heart with some doubts.

His eyes quickly turned silvery white, 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 Alina's characteristics.

"What's going on?" Thea walked to the mirror curiously and asked.

"The connection established by Yalina and this mirror has not yet been cleared, which allowed these characteristics derived from her to spontaneously converge in the past, um... including some of the characteristics left over from the pirates on this ship."

"However, the characteristics here are not complete. Most of the characteristics have been thrown into the underworld. If it has not been transformed into an undead creature, maybe you can find someone to help take it out, but I think the probability of this is low."

The prophet clone pondered and explained. He looked at the mirror curiously, and was somewhat curious about what kind of magical item such a mixture of characteristics would form.

After waiting for a while, all the characteristics contained in these pitch-black tentacles finally separated out. The pitch-black tentacles became gray and inactive visibly to the naked eye, like a piece of dried bacon.

Dots of fluorescent light swirled and gathered around the golden mirror on the deck, like a bright galaxy.

After the dark tentacles became inactive, the speed at which these fluorescent lights gathered suddenly accelerated, as if there was an invisible suction force pulling them.

In a matter of ten seconds, all the fluorescence was integrated into the mirror on the deck.

In the shroud of light, the volume of the mirror continued to expand, and the trend of expansion did not stop until the long axis was nearly two meters.

The light gradually converged, revealing a dark frame. There was also a ring of gemstones of different colors inlaid on the frame, mainly lavender. Each piece was the size of a fingernail. There were also scattered light blues around it. A red and golden gemstone.

The mirror was very dark, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and seemed to reflect nothing.

Phoenix, who had finished his meditation, also came over and asked curiously:

"What are its effects and negative impacts?"

"I don't know, but it seems outrageous."

The prophet's clone said something casually, then squatted down and stretched out his left hand to touch the edge of the frame. His eyes suddenly became dark, lost focus, and turned white.

After a while, his eyes became clear again. He quickly retracted his outstretched left hand, stood up, took a step away from the mirror and said rather speechlessly:

"It's more outrageous than I thought, whether it's a positive effect or a negative effect."

"What is it?" Thea's curiosity was aroused by his actions and she asked.

The prophet clone sighed, organized some words and said:

"If you stay in front of this mirror for more than three seconds, it will record a blurry mirror image. As the time you look in the mirror increases, the image in the mirror will gradually become clearer. But the person who is looking in the mirror is looking at Without seeing these, they will only see a figure that is not exactly the same as themselves. It will be more perfect, more beautiful, and more charming than the person looking in the mirror.

This is like a delicious bait. When they see a more perfect version of themselves, both men and women will hope that it is their true self and cannot 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 are the negative effects of using it?" Phoenix asked curiously.

The prophet clone shook his head and said in a calm voice:

"That's the downside of it."

"When you try to use it, it will already record your own image. There is no essential difference between blessing and curse. It is just a way for it to speed up the recording of the image."

"It will not directly make people lose control or cause pollution, but as the time of use increases, the influence of this mirror will be greater. The people whose reflections are recorded will gradually change their personalities, preferences and habits until they change. Gender and Orientation."

"At this stage, you either suffer from conflicting self-perceptions, or you completely identify with your changed self, become its puppet, and become part of this mirror."

"The poisonous mirror is indeed something formed from her characteristics." Thea 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, the magic mirror that arouses desire and uses desire."

The prophet's clone said as if he was feeling something.

Snapped! Snapped! Bang!

There were constant sounds of the ship's sides and decks breaking. The Newnes' hull broke directly in the middle. The hull instantly tilted and sank into the sea at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A whirlwind blew up, carrying the figures of several people floating into the air. The prophet's clone summoned an invisible hand and directly grabbed the mirror that had slipped as the ship tilted.

He turned the mirror downwards and created a layer of white frost to cover the mirror, preventing it from reflecting any living things.

In less than a minute, only the mast and tilted bow of the broken Newnes were left stubbornly sticking out of the sea.

The prophet's clone looked at the sinking Newynes at his feet and sighed softly:

"Let's return to Tyrinhos Island first. As for this mirror, we will discuss how to deal with it after we go back."

"It's just a useless mirror. You can keep it yourself or hand it over to the church. Besides, isn't it your mission to hunt her down? I don't think we really just met by chance."

Thea chuckled, and there was no emotion in her tone.

The prophet clone nodded lightly, then held a magic mirror covered with a layer of frost in one hand, put one hand on Phoenix's shoulder, and his hand gently placed on Thea's shoulder, the three of them The figure quickly disappeared transparently.

Only the ripples on the sea surface that have not completely disappeared and the huge shadow are left, indicating that this place was not peaceful before.

West Balam, Pass Valley.

Renekton had already brought Bugs Bunny back to the hotel in Impas. He was sitting at the small round table by the window, writing a letter to Lawrence Nord Abraham.

Good evening, Mr. Lawrence Nord Abraham:

Among the two materials you need, I found the secondary eye of the Trickery Monster, which was collected by a businessman in the Southern Continent.

The price he gave is 4500 pounds. Because the materials of this route are relatively rare, there is a partial premium, which you can consider at your own discretion.

I have not received any effective information about the tentacles of the spirit world stalker. If you want to be promoted as soon as possible, my suggestion is to hunt for it in the spirit world. Extraordinaries on the apprentice path are too rare, which also results in the rare appearance of 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 come to you with something.

The summoning spell of the Rabbit of Knowledge is: a spirit wandering in illusion, a friendly creature that can communicate, a rabbit-shaped spirit blessed by knowledge.

When summoning them for trade, you need to add the sentence "Collaborator of the transaction" at the end to designate the specific rabbits of knowledge. At the same time, place this letter in the center of the summoning ceremony to let the rabbits of knowledge identify which one it is. A transaction.

The specific ceremony process is as follows:

Your friend, Al Tynes.

After finishing writing the letter, Renekton leaned back against the back of the chair, shook his neck, then casually wrapped the light yellow letter paper in a starlight and threw it into the spirit world, handing it over to the book messenger to deliver the letter.

"Boss, boss, I cleaned up the iron ring. Can you recognize anything?"

Bugs Bunny ran over at this time, holding a metal ring about the size of his chubby little waist, intertwined with gray, blue and dark gold.

Renekton looked at Bugs Bunny in surprise, but he didn't expect it to actually clean up the rusty ring bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 425 Accident

He raised his hand forward slightly, and the metal ring that Bugs Bunny was holding 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?

Sighing in his mind, he brought the metal ring to his eyes and carefully distinguished the blurred lines on it.

What these patterns depict is a giant bird soaring in the sky. The giant bird's body is covered with feathers made of flames and patterns. There is a long winding river crawling under it, and there are layers of trees behind it. Doors of Illusion follow.

On the upper and lower sides of the metal ring, there is a circle of mysterious symbols symbolizing the dead and the souls of the dead. They are densely packed, as if the souls of the dead are worshiping this giant bird.

Phoenix, the phoenix drawn above should be the "ancestor of the phoenix" Gray Carrie. Is this ring an item belonging to the phoenix? Or were they items made by those creatures who worshiped the phoenix at that time?

While he was thinking, his eyes suddenly became deep and dark, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm. His eyes lost focus and looked completely white.

He used his prophecy ability to make certain predictions about the ring, and soon, a vague picture emerged in his mind.

It was a dark and gloomy sky, with a giant bird of exaggerated size hovering in the sky, whipping up waves of whimpering winds. The wind was also mixed with the roars and cries of the ghost ghosts.

At the ankle of its right leg, there is a metal ring engraved with complex patterns, intertwined with gray blue and dark gold. It flaps its wings constantly, as if it is rushing to somewhere anxiously.

The scene changed quickly, and many phoenixes appeared around them. The pale flames on their bodies were almost connected together, penetrating reality and pouring into the illusory and twisted spiritual world, forming an exaggerated and terrifying sea of ​​​​fire, full of wailing and roaring.

An extremely terrifying and exaggerated figure flew out from the layers of illusory doors deep in the spiritual world. His body was covered with feathers intertwined with pale fire crows and mysterious patterns. His eyes seemed to be made of bronze, and there was something hidden inside. Layers of illusory doors.

Along with Him appeared an indescribable, dark and illusive long river. It seemed to emerge from an indescribable and incomprehensible fog, rushing towards the end of all things, the end of all things, which is beyond death. Death is indescribable, indescribable.

The moment this terrifying phoenix appeared carrying the dark and illusory river, Renekton lost his ability to think, and the flesh and blood on his body quickly cracked and became mottled.

Tiny pale white hairs sprouted from the gaps between the flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, these hairs grew into white feathers.

His breath weakened rapidly, as if he was running wildly on the road to death, reaching the end of his life in just a moment.

His flesh and blood and even the clothes on his body were falling off in pieces, turning into mottled debris and raised 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 helplessly.

Bugs Bunny was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses at the sound of the crow Anu. He jumped on Renekton almost without thinking, rushed into the clothes shrouded in the sage's robe, and fumbled for the magic weapon containing probability. A small iron box for dice.

Before it could leave Renekton, his feet suddenly fell to the ground.

Bugs Bunny looked up at Renekton blankly. The figure originally sitting on the chair had disappeared and turned into surging starlight that filled the room.

The originally bright starlight became dim at this moment, and a little bit of paleness emerged from it from time to time. Tiny pale white hairs continued to melt and reappear.

The smell of death, decay, and decay pervades these stars, and it seems impossible to get rid of them.

Bugs Bunny was just stunned for a moment, and soon came to his senses. He hurriedly took out the dice of probability, and said in an anxious voice:

"Six o'clock, six o'clock, give me a six o'clock!"

After saying that, it directly threw out the dice of probability in its hand. The milky white dice rolled on the floor for two seconds and then stopped, with six o'clock pointing up!

Seeing the six points given by the die of probability, Bugs Bunny breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around anxiously and looked around, finding that the floating stars were still dim.

"Six points must not be enough!" It muttered to itself as if to cheer itself up, quickly picked up the dice of probability on the floor, and threw it out again.

Ding ding~

The milky-white dice shook on the floor a few times and then stopped again. It was still six o'clock up!

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

The crow Anu grumbled and fell from the sky. It stretched out a claw to grab the dice of probability, then flapped its wings and flew into the air to throw it down.

The die of probability rolled on the floor for two or three seconds and then stopped again, with two points pointing up!

"You stupid bird!"

Bugs Bunny muttered loudly when he saw two points on the die of probability. He had never seen anything other than six points.

It was dissatisfied and ran to pick up the dice of probability and throw it again, but when it was about to touch the dice of probability, it slipped and fell to the side.

"You useless stinky bird, stupid bird!"

Bugs Bunny complained loudly. He felt that if the unlucky crow hadn't thrown a two-point, he would not have been unlucky.

Bang!

The crow Anu, who was about to fall from the air to pick up the dice of probability, suddenly had a cramp in his wings. He couldn't control his direction and speed, and he hit the bay window in front of him.

It 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 the crow Anu who had fallen into the corner. He sighed and shook his head, looking quite speechless and said:

"Stupid bird!" It took a deep breath and prepared to pick up the dice of probability again, but suddenly found that the originally dim starlight around it suddenly became brighter, and the aura of death, decay, and decay suddenly disappeared.

Bugs Bunny's eyes lit up, and just when he opened his mouth to speak, he saw the starlight surging around him quickly dimming again.

Affected by the River of Eternal Darkness, Renekton's consciousness fell into a deep sleep and he suddenly woke up. Before he could figure out the current situation, the feeling of sleepiness came over him again.

His consciousness became blurred, and he could only roughly feel that he was accelerating towards the end of his life and entering real death.

The strong sense of danger kept his consciousness awake, and he did not fall into a deep sleep like before.

"I am polluted, peering into the pollution of the river of eternal darkness"

"This is not a problem I can solve on my own. I must seek help from the wilderness of knowledge."

"The essence of knowledge, the origin of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth"

Thoughts floated in his mind with some difficulty. He used the ancient Hermetic language to silently recite the honorable name pointing to the wilderness of knowledge in his heart, over and over again.

When he recited it silently for the third time, he finally felt a change.

His consciousness saw a vast ocean of light made up of countless pixel-like particles stacked up, covering everything. Every tiny pixel is a piece of knowledge, they flicker, sway, and Very regular operation.

This is the embodiment of knowledge, the collection of all knowledge, and the wilderness of knowledge!

A kind of enlightenment then appeared in Renekton's mind. The sleepiness that kept sweeping over his consciousness disappeared without knowing when, and the trend of life towards the end also stopped, as if it was frozen at this moment.

In the hotel room, white feathers fell one by one in the dim starlight, as well as many small features. As they fell, they quickly became thin and yellow, and gradually became transparent, before they fell to the ground. , it has completely disintegrated and dissipated.

The dim starlight began to shed rays of radiance one after another, illuminating the entire room, dispersing the layer of quiet night covering the dots of starlight, purifying the atmosphere of decay, death and withering away.

As the condition recovered, these stars became brighter and brighter, so dazzling that Bugs Bunny and Crow Anu closed their eyes at the same time.

Pieces of starlight began to gather, condensing into a human form intertwined with blazing white and light blue, but it never transformed into a flesh and blood body.

In his consciousness, Renekton stared at the ocean of light that was gradually moving away from him, and an uncontrollable urge arose in his heart to rush towards it and become one with it.

This thought continued to become stronger, and soon he could no longer control himself and rushed towards the distant ocean of light.

When he was about to come into contact with the ocean of light, a curtain of shadow quietly emerged, cutting off the connection between him and the ocean of light.

The uncontrollable strong thoughts in his heart gradually disappeared, and Renekton quickly controlled the bright and dazzling starlight to condense his body.

Phew~ He breathed a long sigh of relief, clenched his fists, felt the touch of flesh and blood on his body, and sighed in his heart:

"I almost ended my life."

"A comfortable life can make people reckless. I knew that the circle had a long history and involved the Phoenix, but I made a prophecy without any divination or preparation."

After sighing, he lowered his head and looked at the sage's robe on his body. The magic logos and symbols drawn on it became a lot darker. Apparently when he reset his state before, it was also affected by the effects of the River of Eternal Darkness and the Phoenix Ancestor. The influence of Gray Carrie has gone very far on the road to scrapping.

After settling his thoughts, Renekton turned his head to look at Bugs Bunny and Anu the crow who were staring at him nervously, not daring to say anything. He chuckled and nodded:

"I'm fine now."

His eyes noticed the dice of probability held in Bugs Bunny's hand, and the oriel window with fine cracks behind Anu the crow.

As his eyes flashed, he had allowed what happened in the room just now to resurface in his mind.

After a moment, his eyes darkened as he looked at the dice of probability held in Bugs Bunny's hand. There were some changes in this dice of probability. The bad luck and luck it brought no longer affected the person who threw it, but the person who threw it. Acts directly within a certain range.

Are this metal ring from the phoenix and my previous reckless actions accidental, or are they all under its influence?

Renekton quickly stopped his thoughts. He glanced at the dice of probability in Bugs Bunny's hand and said:

"Put this dice away first, and don't use it casually again in the future."

"Okay, boss." Bugs Bunny nodded solemnly.

It felt that this dice was useless at all, and it did not get lucky when it threw six points, but the two points thrown by Crow Anu could implicate it.

After tidying up the room that had become a little messy due to the recent incident, Renekton sat on the wooden chair by the window and looked at the gray-blue and dark-gold ring placed on the small round table. It was originally used by Bugs Bunny. The cleaned ring was stained with rust again, as if it had been baptized by the years.

It looks like an ordinary object with a long history. The spirituality it contains has long passed away over a long period of time. It is precisely because of this that it affects my judgment, thinking that peeking into its past will not bring anything. Danger.

The picture I saw before was obviously incomplete, but I couldn't bear the pollution of Gray Carrie and the River of Eternal Darkness, so it was forcibly interrupted.

While thoughts were floating around, Renekton dug out the ritual materials from the room. He was going to sacrifice the metal ring above the gray mist and let Klein help him divine. Anyway, he wouldn't really die there, at most he would explode. Twice and you will recover quickly.

Klein responded to the ceremony very quickly, and he seemed to be up early in the morning today.

Renekton sat back on the wooden chair, the curtains in the room were drawn by him, and the gas wall lamp was extinguished, leaving only a thumb-length candle swaying with dim light on the small round table.

(End of this chapter)