Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Above the gray fog, Klein very rationally gave up his plan to compete with "Sea King" for control of the storm.

He put down the Poseidon's scepter, reached out and fetched a crudely cut paper man from the pile of debris, and used the characteristics of the "Conqueror" to create a paper man angel covered in flames.

Following the mark left by the prophet's clone on the "Siren", he gave the "Siren" hiding under the sea the blessing of a paper angel.

Then he picked up the Poseidon scepter on the side and gave it some blessings from the ocean realm to help it avoid the "Sea King"'s glance at this sea area.

After doing all this, Klein sat back on the high-backed chair behind him and let out a long sigh of relief.

I hope it won't be found by the "Sea King", otherwise there won't even be a chance to rebuild it.

I, a half-hearted "Poseidon", can barely exert some power by relying on this gray mist and Poseidon's scepter. Compared with the current "Poseidon", he is nothing more than a child who has just begun to develop and a healthy adult. compared to people.

As he sighed, the picture condensed by the crimson light shook slightly, became very blurry, and the picture also appeared strangely distorted.

"Huh? What's going on? That 'Sea King''s mental scan is not enough to cause such a strong reaction."

"Has an angel cast its gaze over? Church of Storms? Or just passing by? No, this doesn't seem to contain any will. Is it a '0' level sealed object?"

While muttering to himself, Klein decisively ended his observation of that sea area and followed the "spiritual communication" connection to another sea area.

The sky above the sea was empty, except for the howling wind and the crimson moonlight.

Klein saw more above the gray fog. Under his real vision, he saw a patchwork of intertwined green vines, layer upon layer, forming a green forest.

"captivity!"

While reciting the dragon language in a low voice, the prophet's clone raised his hand and pushed forward, creating a flowing transparent liquid that was extremely viscous, as if forming a huge amber, and the black-haired golden-eyed man was , the "Black Emperor" wearing a black dress was tightly wrapped by the demigod and restrained in place.

The black-haired and golden-eyed demigod raised his hand calmly. The "imprisonment" effect that was close to that of a demigod was like paper in front of him. It shattered with a slight tug.

"Are you from the Castile family?"

While speaking, the dark red glow in his eyes slowly flowed, and he clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it forward forcefully.

The distance between the two became chaotic at this moment. The original distance of tens of meters was shortened to less than one step, and the ordinary fist was "magnified" into a fatal blow.

The pupils of the prophet's clone shrank slightly, and his body suddenly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of foam under the fatal fist.

These foams reflect colorful colors, scatter in all directions, and disappear in an instant.

His figure reappeared a hundred meters away behind the black-haired demigod.

Little bits of brass-colored light spread around, outlining one strange symbol after another, constantly strengthening the space and repairing the loopholes caused by "chaos".

The light blue glow in the eyes of the prophet's clone was bright all around, and an indescribable sense of majesty emanated from him, like a terrifying existence that could easily dominate other people's lives.

Under this level of majesty, the black-haired demigod was briefly shocked on the spot, and felt a great sense of fear in his heart for no reason. He couldn't help but want to lower his head, even wanted to crawl, and wanted to listen to every word of the other party. Follow each other's every command.

Without any hesitation, he transferred his negative state to the prophet clone through "gift".

The prophet's clone suddenly lost its fighting spirit, and the mysterious scale-like symbol that had just been formed in front of it suddenly collapsed.

call out!call out!

Several thin and sharp wind blades suddenly cut through the air and shot out.

The thin wind blade was suddenly "magnified" dozens of times in mid-air, with a sharp cutting feeling, plowing out several half-meter-wide ravines on the ground made of intertwined green vines.

Almost in the blink of an eye, these wind blades submerged the location where the prophet's clone was, cutting his body into pieces of pale yellow confetti.

His figure appeared more than ten meters away, the light blue glow flowing in his eyes looked very dim, and his whole person seemed a little listless.

At this moment, various dark and depressing thoughts began to surface in his heart, and he fell into extreme self-contradiction.

Just using the paper man avatar to dodge the attack was already a bit of a boost of energy.

At this moment, a thick gray mist suddenly poured out from before his eyes, and a tall angel appeared with twelve pairs of flame wings on his back and a thick full-body armor stained with red blood and rust.

Wings burning with red flames enveloped him layer by layer, grafting the negative influence on him to an unknown place.

The light blue glow flowed in his eyes, outlining a symbol composed of layers of illusory doors.

The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from where it was.

boom!

A thick silver lightning appeared where he was standing just now, ignoring the distance.

A deep pit was blown out of the green vines on the ground, which became charred black. Tiny silver-white electric snakes swam around, making a sizzling sound.

About a hundred meters behind the black-haired demigod, the prophet's clone suddenly appeared, with little brass-colored glimmers of light outlining a scale-like pattern in front of him. His voice spoke with an indescribable sense of majesty:

"Bending the rules is prohibited here!"

"No bribery here!"

"Corruption is prohibited here!"

"here."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly became confused, as if he was slurring his words, and the subsequent "forbidden words" could never be formed.

At the same time, a nameless rage suddenly surged in his heart, wanting to violently tear apart everything around him.

The strong anger made it difficult for him to even think. He just wanted to tear and kill the person in front of him at all costs.

His breathing became heavy, and the light blue flowing in his eyes swayed with the violent fluctuations of emotions.

The prophet's clone exhaled heavily, relying on its own rationality to temporarily suppress the anger that was "amplified" by the "gift".

Around him, there were constant glimmers of brass color, outlining strange and mysterious symbols that carried the aura of the solar realm.

The shimmer of brass gradually turned to brilliant gold, getting brighter and hotter.

At the same time, he half-opened his arms, as if embracing the gift of the gods, and recited devoutly:

"sun!"

Golden flames with scorching heat suddenly ignited out of thin air all around. They entangled and intertwined with each other to form a huge pure ball of light, and burst out with blazing light and heat, containing everything around it, igniting and Destroy everything.

In the blazing white light and fire, an abnormal hole appeared, and the surrounding light and flames twisted around it spontaneously.

As the surrounding green vines were ignited, a loophole that could be exploited finally appeared in this space.

"A little anger and inner darkness are enough to make people behave irrationally."

The black-haired demigod sighed with a smile, and the dark red in his eyes became a little more intense.

With the cooperation of the surrounding light, fire and green vines, a passage out of this space appeared.

Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, his figure flickered strangely for a few times, and he immediately left the space.

Feeling the cold sea breeze blowing on his face and the crimson moonlight, a familiar and majestic dragon language suddenly echoed in his ears:

"captivity!"

Layer after layer of transparent walls emerged out of thin air, solidifying him in place.

He raised his hand and wanted to directly distort the intensity of his extraordinary ability again as before, and then tear into pieces the invisible barrier that imprisoned him around him.

A blazing white and lavender flame spear suddenly appeared, falling from a high altitude, like an unstoppable meteor, which continued to magnify in the eyes of the black-haired demigod, getting closer and closer.

He just stood there in a daze, as if he was frightened and had no idea how to respond. If you look carefully, you can find that his pupils are shrinking extremely slowly, as if his own time has been slowed down.

This state did not last long, and he quickly used his extraordinary abilities to end the negative effects on him ahead of time.

After a short delay, the flaming spear, which was like a falling meteor, was already close. In his horrified eyes, the flaming spear instantly penetrated his head.

This is an attack blessed with "Harvest". Even if the intensity is weakened by his ability to use "Distortion", after hitting the vital point, it still achieves a fatal blow effect.

A powerful spirit also "scanned" over at this moment, with anger that was almost solidified, making the surrounding wind become much more intense.

The prophet's clone stepped forward without any hesitation. His figure flickered and appeared directly next to the body of the black-haired demigod. He grabbed him with one hand and drew the symbols of the illusory door in mid-air with the other hand.

The brass-colored shimmer moved quickly around, outlining several illusory doors filled with mysterious symbols.

In the sky, thick dark clouds quickly gathered and broke apart, forming eyebrows, eyes and mouths.

The silvery white lightning filled with the aura of destruction slanted down from the mouth and nose of the human face formed by the dark clouds, like a silver forest with the aura of violence and destruction, illuminating the entire sea area.

The prophet's clone dragged the body of the black-haired demigod and looked at the human face in the sky, waved to him, and then randomly selected an illusory door to enter.

As soon as he stepped into the illusory door with his front feet, silvery white lightning enveloped the surroundings with his back legs. Some of them rushed into the illusory doors and were sent to unknown places, and some fell around.

The illusory doors only lasted for a moment before being annihilated by the lightning storm and shattered into little blue shimmers.