Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

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)