Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

A skeleton of white bones stood on the deck, and the aura of the undead on its body was vented unabashedly.

The huge skeletal figure and the strong undead aura on its body quickly made the crew members responsible for security and patrol on the ship react.

"There are enemies!"

"Quick! Quick! Inform the captain that an enemy has boarded the ship!"

Urgent shouts came one after another, as well as the sound of messy footsteps and the sound of bullets being loaded.

Phoenix stretched out his palms expressionlessly and pushed forward, as if he was pushing open a door that didn't exist.

In an instant, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns that could not be described appeared on the deck in front of him. It shook, creaked, and gradually opened a gap.

In the darkness with no end in sight, countless undead sprang out. Some of them attacked the approaching pirates directly, some of their bodies merged into the deck and got into the cabin, and some of them hovered in the air, cold and decaying. The breath of death condensed into a thin mist in mid-air

Phoenix looked around and said in a calm voice: "Just leave it to me."

While speaking, he gently brushed the ring inlaid with emeralds on his right thumb. The smell of decay, cold and death around him instantly became strong, as if the underworld was reflected in reality, indiscriminately eroding every living thing on the ship. .

A touch of light blue fluorescence flashed across the eyes of the prophet's clone, and little brass-colored glimmers filled the air in front of him. They quickly merged to form an illusory symbol composed of layers of doors.

A burst of light blue ripples spread out, and the illusory "door" quickly turned into reality, suddenly turning into a faint blue, fuzzy door with no sense of substance.

On the other side of the door, you can vaguely see a dimly lit room, which seems to contain many bright gold collectibles.

The prophet clone glanced sideways at Thea and said softly:

"She's still here."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped into this illusory and fuzzy door. The surrounding environment suddenly changed. In just an instant, he came to the room he had seen in the previous prophecy.

He saw many mirrors hanging on the surrounding walls, with various styles. The common feature was that they all had complicated patterns engraved on the edges of the mirrors. Their surfaces were dark and dark, and there seemed to be countless things and layers hidden inside. The overlapping spaces turned this room into a dark and deep maze.

"Mirror maze." The prophet's clone murmured softly, and his eyes suddenly turned silvery white, and his gaze was deep and lost focus.

This state only lasted for a short time. After the silvery white of his eyes faded, he chuckled and clapped his hands a few times.

His hands were dyed with brilliant gold, like dazzling sunlight, spreading out layer by layer with the tapping movements, and the bright, bright and pure warm light rippled like water waves and flowed around.

The dark and deep maze around him reflected in the mirror quickly melted under the light, and within a few breaths, the room turned back to a dim yellow.

The prophet's clone's gaze lingered on the mirrors on the surrounding walls. Behind him, Thea, who had not spoken since arriving on the "Newnes", walked straight forward and walked towards the oval hanging in the middle of the wall on the left. shaped mirror.

She looked at her figure reflected in the mirror with cold eyes, and said with no expression on her face:

"A qualified hunter would not lay such a crude trap."

"Hehe, it seems that you have been a witch for so long that you have forgotten that you were once a hunter."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched the ordinary-looking mirror. From the center where her palm came into contact with the mirror, circles of silvery white ripples spread out.

The bronze color on the mirror gradually faded away, revealing the golden mirror surface and the twisted figure in the mirror. Her eyes were full of hatred, like a bloodthirsty evil spirit, staring at Thea with her mouth constantly opening. They were co-authored, but not a single sound came out.

Oh!

Thea placed her right hand on the mirror with great force, directly creating cracks on the golden mirror surface. Red blood flowed from her hand, following the gaps in the mirror surface, and quickly covered the entire mirror surface.

The bright red blood was gradually dyed into a golden liquid, which kept pouring out of the mirror, as if the golden mirror was melting rapidly.

Every time Thea took a step back, the golden liquid spread forward one step until Thea retreated to the center of the room.

The golden liquid suddenly surged up, twisting and squirming in mid-air, and gradually solidified into a graceful female figure. Her facial features were three-thirds similar to Thea's, but her whole body was golden and shimmering. With metallic luster.

"It seems that she is really dead. This is just a half-evil spirit or an out-of-control monster that came back relying on the resurrection hand she left behind."

Thea stared at the figure in front of her that seemed to be cast out of gold, and sighed in a rather complicated tone.

The prophet's clone looked at the figure in front of him with deep eyes and responded softly:

"Perhaps, the lightning struck by the Storm Lord may have directly annihilated her body, and the original will had a considerable impact on her spirit, which caused some accidents during her resurrection."

On the deck of the Newnes, the whimpering wind suddenly swept across the entire ship, blowing away the thin mist formed by the condensed aura of death around it.

But soon the mist condensed again and seemed to have taken root in this area.

"'Admiral Hal Constantine?"

Phoenix's gaze penetrated the undead and pirates fighting around him, and looked at the figure who had just come out of the captain's cabin and was not yet fully clothed.

boom!

Hal Constantine opened his lips slightly, simulating the sound of thunder, with a strong shock, and the sound that could directly interfere with the spirit body exploded around him.

The thin mist that blocked the crimson moonlight in the sky was directly shaken away, and the crimson moonlight fell on the deck again.

The pirates and undead fighting together were stagnant at the same time, but the pirates on the Newnes quickly recovered. They seemed to be accustomed to this sound.

The undead creatures summoned by Phoenix were in obvious confusion, and some weaker spirits simply lost their minds.

Seizing this opportunity, various extraordinary abilities and ammunition were poured onto the undead souls that were stagnant and chaotic, quickly turning the tide of the battle.

"A janitor? Why did you attack us?"

Hal Constantine's voice was very loud, almost like a deep roar.

Phoenix rubbed his ears, and the other party's voice made his eardrums hurt.

While rubbing his ears, he opened his mouth slightly, as if he was reciting something silently, like the whispers of the dead, with countless things sobbing, wailing, and roaring.

With the appearance of the Word of the Dead, the situation on the field instantly reversed.

The pirates who were pouring out ammunition and extraordinary abilities suddenly stopped. The words of the dead directly bypassed the protection of flesh and blood and established a connection with their spiritual bodies. No matter whether they blocked their ears or restrained their spirituality, they could not isolate this kind of sound. sound.