piratefiction Chapter 368 Encounters in the Mirror World
Chapter 368 Encounters in the Mirror World
Chapter 368 Encounters in the Mirror World
After using "Flame Leap" to escape his original position, he saw the person who had helped him earlier.
Alger, the "Hanged Man" wearing a boat-shaped hat, looks like he just happened to be passing by.
As he sized up the other person, gold tinged his body, spreading outwards in layers.
Wherever the golden light passed, the manipulated objects instantly returned to normal and fell to the ground.
The next second, a chilling wind, its origin unknown, blew up the back of his neck. The sensation, as if his very soul were frozen, made his hair stand on end, and he trembled uncontrollably.
Ugh!
A swift gust of wind swept out from Alger's body, instantly dispelling the chilling wind, but the eerie feeling did not disappear.
The "Wind-Centered Ones" are not good at dealing with this strange ability.
Alger frowned, and just as he was about to touch the talisman on his body, his body suddenly stiffened, and he fell into an indescribable coldness and numbness.
It was as if invisible hands were pressing on his shoulders, calves, chest, and abdomen, firmly fixing him in place.
"A wronged soul"?
No, this unseen enemy is far more terrifying than Señor, whom I have seen before. What has the "world" done to offend?
He suddenly regretted his impulsive act of helping earlier... He should have observed the situation more carefully, or simply prayed to Mr. "Fool".
As he frowned and sighed, pondering how to escape his predicament, fragments of glittering starlight flew out from the void before him, weaving in mid-air to form a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns.
Then he saw Randolph Carter emerge from behind the "door".
"save...."
He was about to speak when an invisible, cold hand tightly covered his mouth.
""
As Sirion watched Alger being held captive by a large group of vengeful spirits and shadows, he silently shook his head in his heart.
It's a Sequence 6 character, yet it was bullied like this by a bunch of vengeful spirits and shadows.
Even if it was summoned by a demigod, it's still a disgrace to Sequence 6.
The "Sailor" class, with its purely physical damage output, is in some ways inferior even to the "Warrior" class.
As he sighed, a phantom, ever-turning book appeared in his eyes.
The next moment, the street became bright, and under the dazzling sunlight, drops of golden rain fell.
This is the extraordinary ability he recorded when he last used the Storm Church's seal artifact 2-166.
As the golden raindrops fell, a sizzling sound filled the air, like raindrops dripping into a pan of oil.
In the golden rain, Alger saw transparent humanoid silhouettes outlined around him, then disappear with silent screams.
On the other side, behind Klein, who was once again "possessed by a vengeful spirit," a transparent, elderly figure also came into view.
Freed from control, Klein spread his arms wide, as if embracing the sun.
A magnificent, pure, and blazing pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping him and the Rose School demigod behind him.
At the same time, Cyril clenched his right fist, exuding an indescribable sense of majesty that made people unconsciously want to bow their heads and prostrate themselves.
His voice was deep and solemn as he declared, "The haunting of wronged spirits is forbidden here!"
"Mirrors are prohibited here..."
The piercing scream echoed in his mind, and his unfinished words faltered as if steel needles were being pierced into his head. The intense pain caused his thoughts to become chaotic.
A cracking sound came from my ears, followed by a slow flow of warm liquid.
Behind Klein, affected by the prohibition, the Rose School demigod Jax, whose body had become solidified, stabbed forward with his right hand in a claw shape.
puff~
The intense pain in his chest brought Klein back to his senses from the soul-piercing "screams of the vengeful spirits," and he stared blankly at his chest.
This scene looked strangely familiar.
After a half-second pause, he regained his senses and placed his right hand on the pierced area of his chest, stroking it diagonally upwards.
Click!
His shoulders suddenly slumped, and the sound of bones breaking echoed continuously.
His shoulder was comminuted fractured, and his entire left hand was temporarily out of control. Fortunately, he managed to turn what was originally a fatal injury into a serious one.
Fortunately, although the "Diviner" path doesn't enhance the body much, the vitality after Sequence 6 is much stronger, unlike before when it could be instantly killed, and it can also transfer damage.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when the premonition of danger associated with the "clown" returned.
He saw an old, wrinkled hand, like tree bark, piercing through his chest from behind.
Are you coming again?!
"exile!"
A familiar, authoritative voice rang out at that moment, and an invisible, immense power erupted behind him.
In an instant, he was thrown away by this force.
However, this also allowed him to avoid a second heart-piercing blow from behind.
After rolling twice on the ground, he steadied himself and stood up, looking warily behind him.
The Rose School demigod, whose skin was as withered as tree bark, once again fixed his gaze on him, the danger warning of "The Clown" echoing incessantly in his mind.
Ugh!
A sudden gust of wind, tinged with a dark green and frosty white, whipped up and howled in all directions.
Where the gale passed, a thick layer of ice formed on the ground, and the roadside trees on both sides of the street withered and died within a second or two, turning into ice sculptures.
"Notarization is invalid!"
The illusory book in Sirion's eyes flipped rapidly, and golden rays of light emerged in front of him, becoming purer and purer, eventually evolving into a stamp-like projection.
The gale, tinged with a dark green and frosty white, was swept away by an invisible force and instantly diminished by more than half.
Ugh!
Another completely opposite gale formed in an instant, colliding with the gale tinged with eerie green and frosty white, creating an even more violent tornado in the sky above the street.
Cyril glared at Alger, then raised his hand and pushed forward, saying, "Confinement!"
Layer upon layer of transparent walls appeared out of thin air, isolating the three of them from their surroundings.
Soon, a thick layer of ice with a ghostly green hue condensed on the transparent wall.
Cyril glanced at the two people not far away, then looked away and said in a deep voice, "Let's leave here first."
As he spoke, he reached out and pushed forward again, and countless tiny, dazzling starlight emerged.
The starlight intertwined in the sky for a moment, then vanished into thin air.
Klein was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked, "What's going on?"
Cyril frowned, a faint blue light flashed across his body, but nothing changed; his "Flash" had failed.
He let out a soft sigh and said helplessly, "Someone has isolated the spirit world from reality. Teleportation and teleportation relying on the spirit world are temporarily ineffective."
Klein frowned; it seemed they were being targeted.
"Is there a way to solve this?"
"Yes, Mr. Fool" intervened, re-establishing my connection with the spirit world.
Klein subconsciously turned his head to look at Alger, the "Hanged Man" who hadn't said a word.
If it were just him and Cyril, he wouldn't mind temporarily going up to the gray fog to respond to the prayers, but now there's a third person here.
Noticing "The World's" gaze, Alger felt a flicker of doubt before asking, "Is this the only way?"
Cyril shrugged. "It doesn't work for me, but some methods don't apply to you."
Without the spirit world, he can use dimensional shifting to change his location, or simply hide in a "hotel," or even summon Erdfana to force his way out.
But there are others now. Erdfana and Klein are incompatible, and their bodies are unlikely to withstand dimensional ascension and dimensional reduction.
...If all else fails, we'll have to reveal that it's a "hostel".
A thunderous sound interrupted his thoughts, and he could see silvery-white lightning crackling through the ice.
The surrounding ice and transparent walls are breaking apart inch by inch.
The raging lightning brought everyone's attention to a close; "Aquaman" Yone Courtman had arrived!
Cyril clenched his right fist and growled, "Lightning is forbidden here!"
The frequency of the lightning bolts falling from the sky slowed down somewhat, but they were still dense and difficult to avoid.
He looked up at the transparent wall above him, covered in countless cracks and seemingly on the verge of collapse, and spoke again: "This place is where the spirit world interacts with reality!"
Notarized: Valid!
Streaks of golden light transformed into a seal-like projection in front of him, then quickly disappeared.
As soon as he finished speaking, he sensed the spirit world again, but there was an impenetrable barrier between them, making it impossible for him to use the spirit world to complete the teleportation.
He sighed silently, raised his head slightly, and once again used "Isolation" to create layer upon layer of transparent walls around him, briefly blocking the raging lightning.
He then turned to Klein and asked, "Is there a mirror?"
Klein's eyes lit up when he understood what he meant, but then he shook his head helplessly.
"no."
"If it's a reflective item, I have some here."
As he spoke, Alger pulled out a gleaming dagger from his lower back under his coat.
Cyril glanced at it, then nodded: "It works."
After receiving the dagger from Alger, he used its reflective surface to open a "door" to the world in the mirror.
After the three entered the mirror world, the transparent wall created by "Imprisonment" shattered with a crash under the raging lightning.
The next instant, dense lightning bolts, carrying an intense and destructive aura, completely engulfed the street below.
As soon as the deep, dark world in the mirror appeared, Cyril felt a bad premonition, as if he had been targeted by something incredibly terrifying.
Noticing his unusual expression, Klein quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Is there something wrong with this mirror world?"
Upon hearing Klein's question, Alger, who was standing nearby, also became alert, and a high-speed swirling gust of wind began to swirl around him.
Sirion frowned and replied, "No, it's just that I have a feeling I'm being watched."
"Why don't we split up? Anyway, you can do divination, so you don't have to worry about getting lost."
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After a half-second silence, Klein said in a less-than-calm tone, "...but I can't get out."
Cyril frowned. His spiritual intuition told him that this mirror world seemed to be marked, and danger was rapidly approaching.
He sighed and said, "It's alright, it's too late to break up now."
"What's wrong?" Alger, whose spiritual intuition was not very sharp, did not quite understand the sudden change in his attitude, but his rich experience told him that there was likely a new danger.
Cyril didn't answer, but turned to Klein and asked, "Do you still have the drawing with the Dark Symbol that I gave you before?"
Klein nodded, somewhat puzzled. "It's still there."
"Burn it."
Huh? Klein was a little confused, but he did as instructed.
He pulled out a piece of paper with a dark holy symbol drawn on it, shook it, and set it on fire.
Watching the drawing paper quickly turn to ashes, he couldn't help but ask, "What's the use of this?"
Cyril shrugged. "I don't know. It depends on their mood and our luck."
"
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After a moment of silence, Klein followed his intuition, took out the brass whistle that Mr. Azik had given him, and brought it to his lips to blow it forcefully.
After a slight delay of two seconds, countless fountains of white bones erupted from the dark ground, reforming into a tall skeletal messenger.
The next second, a crystal-clear ice spear, as if from nowhere, appeared out of thin air and shot towards them with extreme cold and deadly danger.
Where the ice spear swept, frost and ice crystals spread, forming an extremely cold icy path.
Guided by his spiritual intuition, Cyril immediately teleported Klein and Alger to a distant location.
boom!
Sizzle~ Sizzle~
The enormous skeletal messenger was pierced by the ice spear, and layer upon layer of ice crystals spread outward from it, blooming into a crystal-clear and dreamlike ice flower several stories high.
On the other side, Klein, who had dodged the attack with the help of Cyril, saw that the white bone messenger, whose pale soul fire was no longer flickering, was now hidden among the layers of ice crystals, and his gaze paused slightly.
Another messenger has died?
Will I be blacklisted by Mr. Azik's messenger in the future?
As his thoughts wandered, he saw two graceful and beautiful women, one in black and one in white, appear out of thin air.
One of them wore a simple, pure white robe, had glossy black hair, and a pair of blue eyes that seemed both mature and innocent, deep and naive, clear and beautiful, yet extremely alluring.
The other woman wore a black court dress, her deep gray eyes bright yet concealing sadness. Her jet-black hair was neatly styled, but a few strands were left loose, allowing them to hang down naturally, creating a touch of charm amidst her seriousness.
Her red lips were slightly upturned, her chin was beautiful, and her features were soft. Just looking at her made people feel tenderness and wanted to get closer and protect her.
The "White Saintess" Katarina Pelle and the "Black Witch" Clarice of the Witch Cult.
After a brief moment of distraction, Cyril parted his lips slightly and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Adam."
Klein was startled by his voice, snapping out of his daze and quickly averting his gaze, not daring to look directly at the two excessively beautiful ladies.
Katarina, dressed in a white robe, smiled and said, "The 'Primordial One' has already cast its gaze upon us. Isn't it a little too late for you to ask for help now?"
Clarisse said with a sorrowful expression, "You're such a heartbreaking thief. You've already stolen my heart, why did you have to steal what I was trying so hard to protect?"
"I was severely punished by my grandmother when I got home that day."
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