Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 634 The Devourer "Vishlingen"

Unnamed, slimy monsters kept floating up from the sinking two people. They tried to disturb the two sinking in the sea, but Cyril had already savagely enclosed an area around his body, setting off a chilling storm in the water. air blade.

He briefly adapted to the feeling in the water, and soon he was able to breathe and move freely.

And then, he also opened the "Book of Heroic Spirits", and with the sound of soft chanting, the spirit knight Sir Mrak and the lion chariot Hedlon appeared at the same time, accompanied by him and Neil Alden Together they sank to the bottom of the sea.

The monster that caused all this chaos is just below their ship. If Cyril guessed correctly, it should be the same tentacle as the one that destroyed the Sea God Guard cruiser in the picture. If his strength does not exceed the professional level, he should be able to Work it out with Alden.

He mentally conveyed to the two spirit knights the preparations around him, and at the same time gestured to Alden, indicating that he was ready to fight at any time.

Cyril himself is not afraid of the deep sea. In his perception, the seabed is nothing but two threats of "monster" and "darkness".

He has dark vision, the darkness can't even interfere with him, and the monster can be regarded as the embodiment of experience value for the player, at most it can scare him, and it will not cause fear.

But at this moment, as the altitude continued to sink, he felt an inexplicable sense of dread in his heart.

Is the bottom of the ocean around Euphod Island that deep?Why have you dived for so long and haven't reached the bottom yet?
This fear comes from the so-called "unknown".

When he started to pay attention to this point, he immediately discovered that the surrounding monsters that had been floating up and down before had disappeared, and even the two spirit knights and the ascetic monk Neil Alden disappeared!

"Is this a trap to separate me from them? Or...the attack has already begun?"

Cyril stopped sinking from a high altitude, and drew out the long sword at his waist.When his fingers touched the crimson jewel on the gauntlet, the jewel screamed immediately.

But just thinking about the scream, a long and majestic voice sounded from Cyril's body:

"town……"

The surrounding sea water trembled under this sound, but Cyril immediately tasted something wrong: in the original sea water, the magic power of the surrounding water element was constantly disappearing due to the eddy current of the protection of the gods. Gathering towards the location of the seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships.

However, at this moment, the surrounding magical power is evenly distributed like in the normal sea, as if the protection of the gods connecting the sea and the sky does not exist.

It's too fake, and you have to do a full set of acting——

Cyril, who had seen through this point thoroughly, vented his magic power without any reservations, even though the wind elemental pool in the sea water could not get any supplies.The magic power of the wind element released in an instant immediately stirred up the surrounding "calm" into chaos.

And as the surrounding sea water turned into dense bubbles, Cyril gradually saw the real situation around him:

He had already stood on the bottom of the sea, and there was a disgusting feeling under his feet that made people feel trapped in it. He looked down at the vast expanse of whiteness, and could not find the sand on the bottom of the sea.

Around him, the two spirit knights stood quietly.Outside of them, there is a white film cover nearly five meters high, like a huge jellyfish, which is constantly shrinking its "mouth", gradually swallowing them into the small space.

With Cyril's waking up, the cold light bloomed into silver flowers in the sea water, and the long sword tore the film into pieces in an instant.

The illusion imposed on his spirit was completely shattered, and Cyril immediately regained his vision of the seabed—they were surrounded by the disgusting soft white under their feet, which was exactly the same as those slimy creatures.

And a few meters away from Cyril, a white film that has shrunk to almost the size of a person is constantly squirming, and the figure of Neil Alden can be vaguely seen.

The ascetic monk will also be restricted by the spiritual phantom array?
He was puzzled.Occupations in the church department often have extremely strong spiritual resistance. They rely on their piety towards the gods they serve to resist those spiritual harassment.

There are very few ecclesiastical professions that are controlled by mental illusions, and those with mental perseverance can even be immune to mental attacks with a difference of up to [-] levels.

And the ascetic monk should be the best among them.

This made Cyril temporarily put away his thoughts on helping him out.He paid attention to the surrounding environment while slowly approaching Neil Alden.

Through the white film, he can still see the face under the film, which is showing a painful and tangled expression at this moment, and the face is twisted.

"I really fell into a mental hallucination." Cyril frowned slightly. Seeing that Alden's body was twitching continuously, he was clearly at a disadvantage in the mental hallucination. When the white film completed the envelopment , when he was devoured.

He didn't intend to wait and see, and was about to draw his sword, but there was an inexplicable sense of scalding around his waist, which made him gasp.Stretching out his hand to touch under the inner armor, the white jade coral statue reappeared impressively, exuding heat.

"Are you asking me not to disturb him?" Cyril looked at the white jade coral statue in puzzlement. The moment he put down the sword, the burning sensation of the coral statue disappeared instantly; and as soon as he raised his hand, the heat immediately disappeared. began to increase gradually.

While he was hesitating, he glanced at Alden's face from the corner of his eye, only to find that the expression of the ascetic who was still in extreme pain just now suddenly returned to tranquility.

Just like a priest was explaining scriptures to believers, his lips were constantly moving, as if he was telling a long scripture.

And his body no longer trembled as his face returned to normal.

Even the white film that was about to swallow him completely began to expand, as if to spit him out.

Then, the ascetic monk opened his eyes.

The white film made a sound of air leakage, and after squeezing out a group of water bubbles, it looked like a jetting balloon, jetting into the water and disappearing.

"Lord Earl." Alden looked at the half-elf boy in front of him, nodded slightly and said, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

"Aren't you injured?" Cyril asked puzzled, while Alden nodded, "I'm fine, I just had a somewhat...weird dream."

"As for the content of the dream..."

He was about to speak, but there was a strange vibration under his feet.

"We'll talk about it when we get back." Cyril stopped him from speaking. He held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and shouted in a low voice, "Sir Mrak, go ahead and have a look."

"Yes, Legion Commander!"

Mrak replied proudly.He immediately raised the big sword in his hand and strode forward stepping on the water, but after walking less than ten meters, Cyril noticed the abnormality——

Those white sticky things, as Mrak continued to move forward, more and more wrapped around his body, and the color gradually became darker, faintly condensing into entities...

"Mlak! Void!" He immediately gave the command.And the moment the spirit knight executed his command and turned his body into nothingness, the white slime wrapped around his body instantly turned into tentacles, twisting hard at the place where he was standing!

If Mrak was not a spirit body, but a living person, he would have been completely strangled by the tentacles and turned into a pulp!

The scene where not a single drop of blood flowed out made both of them gasp, and Mrak, re-condensed from his spirit body, floated above the place where he was "strangled", turned his head with lingering fear, and looked at Siri you.

"Legion Commander, do I still have to move on?"

"no need."

Cyril called him back to his side, and he immediately stood by, waiting for Cyril's next order together with Hedlon.

"Master Earl, do you have any clues?" Alden looked at the half-elf boy who was thinking, and asked.

"I guess... everything around us—" Cyril stretched out his hand, pointing to the monster floating upwards around him, pointing to the mucus under his feet, pointing to the white films one by one, "these all belong to one individual."

"A...individual?" Alden's eyes widened. "How is this possible?"

"It can freely differentiate its body and become that kind of slimy thing, and in this way expand its envelope."

"These slimy things will cooperate with the white film to devour the monsters on the bottom of the sea, and then transform into their appearance-this is why there are monsters such as hammerhead sharks and sea lizards on the deck."

"This is an extremely rude and domineering way of aggression. Through continuous devouring and transformation, it will eventually completely turn the area it wants to occupy into a part of itself... To be honest, I have never heard of such a thing ..."

"What's even more frightening is that the individual we know may be just a 'part' of a larger individual."

A tentacle monster with only one tentacle is not worthy of being called a tentacle monster.

This is something that Cyril has never heard of in the game. He boasts that he has a lot of knowledge. He has read countless monsters in the library, and he should remember most of the rare monsters in his mind.

But it is so huge that it is difficult to explore, and even a part of it is enough to take a piece of sea area as its own existence...

Why is it not mentioned a word in the game?

He thought hard, and murmured at the same time:

"In fact, it is not difficult to get out of it. No matter how terrifying its body is, what we are facing is only a fraction of him, and in the current form, this fraction is going on again. After countless splits, it should be easy to clean up a large area with professional-level magic power..."

He was chanting, and when he glanced at Alden from the corner of his eye, he found that the ascetic monk had a solemn face, his eyelids were slightly drooping, and his lips were constantly opening and closing, as if he was reciting something.

He got a little closer, and then he heard the whisper from the other party's lips floating out of the blisters:

"The devourer devours everything he desires to devour, but his power is boundless. He breaks down the sea water into sharp swords, dividing it drop by drop...

The Devourer was imprisoned in the sea fog, and he made the sea fog disperse, making it impossible to reorganize forever..."

Alden raised his head in a huff, and looked at Cyril with bright eyes: "My lord, I know what we are facing now."

"It was written about in "Sea God Volume Fourteen, Crime and Punishment."

"The Devourer, Vishlingen."

"The Devourer, Vishlingen?" Cyril repeated the name.

"Yes, this is the enemy sealed by Lord Urella himself. In the last years when the gods turned into stars and went away, the world was undergoing drastic changes at that time."

"Vishlingen the Devourer is a monster that appeared in that period. It emerged from the depths of the ocean. No one knows how huge it is, because it devours everything around it all the time."

"It swallows sea water, sea beasts, clouds, rain, and light. Wherever it walks, there is only nothingness after everything has been wiped away."

"Master Yurila fought in person, turning every drop of seawater into a sharp blade, confronting infinity with infinity, and finally divided it completely and imprisoned it in the sea fog..."

Alden repeated the related description on the sea nerves, and couldn't help shaking his head, "I should have thought of it a long time ago, I should have thought that such content would be recorded in the volume of "Crime and Punishment"..."

And Cyril listened to all this in silence, integrated the rest with his own conception, and asked at the same time:

"So what we are facing is the horrible guy from the First Civilization Era that needs the gods to deal with it in person?"

"Yes...but no." Alden nodded, and then shook his head again, "It is the same as the original Vessellingen in nature, but with the passage of time and the endless passage of time, it is no longer The original strength..."

"But it may also return to its original strength." Cyril added, "If you give it enough time and let it devour it endlessly, it will change back."

"But in the current world, there is no 'god' who can stop it."

At this moment, Cyril finally understood why Ossa Emma would spend such a high price to fight this monster. He even felt that the Ossa Emmas were being a bit stingy, why didn't they just put fourteen statues on the ground and drive fourteen boats Ship, using fourteen gods to protect——

But it's too late to say anything now.Now the people of Ulsan Emma were fighting with all their strength against this monster that could destroy all, and he had only just learned the truth.

but……

Why did the bishop of the Harbor Temple, the person most loyal to Urella in theory, Stanley Clemens, actually plan to release such a monster?
What is he plotting?
And the problem doesn't stop there—Cyril didn't forget what Marion said: The materials he prepared were far less than what Stanley Clemens asked for, but the effect at this moment far exceeds this expectations of all participants in the program.

And the one responsible for collecting the materials was Ivan Saxon.

A port mafia boss, a puppet of the upper echelons of Port New Orway.

What did he do?
(End of this chapter)