Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 533 Divided battlefield
During the process of escaping, Klein's clothes suddenly came to life. His belt, shirt, coat, and trousers all tightened, wrapping around him like a rice dumpling, with extremely terrifying force, as if from A hug from a giant bear.

His forward movement paused, his body lost its center of gravity, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. At the same time, several thin green translucent ice crystal arrows condensed in front of him, carrying a strong aura of death, and headed towards him. The heart position hits.

Secret Puppet Gilcias stretched out his right hand forward, and light blue flames ignited in his palm, turning into a huge cage and solidifying thin green ice crystal arrows in mid-air.

As the thin ice crystal arrows shattered little by little, the ignited light blue flame also turned into a transparent ice sculpture, exuding a cold chill.

Klein, who was restrained by his own clothes, tried to rub his fingers together, trying to ignite the paper figurine in the inner pocket of his clothes to create some fire light so that he could jump in flames.

The hem of his clothes rolled up very spiritually and tightly wrapped his hands, making him unable to make any movements.

The surrounding leaves, newspapers and other items that were blown into the air by the wind suddenly changed their directions and were shot towards him.

Just when they were about to hit him, the leaves, newspapers and other items changed their direction contrary to the laws of physics, and all of them sank into the trunk of the street tree nearby.

The tree trunk, which was originally as thick as an adult's waist, was instantly turned into a hornet's nest.

A light yellow paper figure filled with various symbols and magic signs suddenly appeared, flew here with a sudden gust of wind, and landed next to Klein.

As soon as it touched the ground, the paper figure began to spontaneously ignite, bursting out with a burst of bright pale gold fire, and outlining strange symbols symbolizing light and the sun.

The next moment, a magnificent and pure pillar of blazing light descended from the sky, covering the surrounding area, exuding the majestic and pervasive aura of the sun.

The clothes that tightly wrapped and restrained Klein's body suddenly loosened, and a transparent and illusory body emerged in the air not far from him.

He looked extremely old, the wrinkles on his face formed deep ravines, and his white hair was as sparse as autumn leaves. He was none other than the Saint Jacks of the Rose School.

Under the blazing sunlight, his ethereal and erratic body had a faint tendency to melt.

Not far away, Gilcias, who maintained a devilish posture, was also sizzling in the blazing sunlight, with green and black smoke rising from his body.

The blazing sunshine came and went quickly, and the majestic and oppressive figure of the prophet's clone appeared at the location where the paper man had spontaneously ignited.

A little bit of brassy light moved quickly in front of him, outlining a pattern similar to a scale.

He recited ancient Hermetic words in a deep voice with an indescribable sense of majesty:
"The shadows of innocent souls are prohibited here!"

"Floating is prohibited here!"

"Curse is forbidden here!"

As his words fell, the aura of the transparent and illusory figure floating in the air quickly declined. His body became heavy and could no longer float in the air.

Without giving him a chance to react, the prophet clone continued to simulate the law spell:

"exile!"

An invisible majestic force suddenly burst out, directly blowing away Jacks who was still in the shadow state.

"Exile!" "Exile!"

The prophet's clone simulated the "exile" spell ability several times in succession, pushing Jacks to the other side of the street and roaring into the swirling wind.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at Klein who had just gotten up from the ground and said:
"You can call the messenger lady over. I am certain that I can kill this saint of the Rose School."

"But you may need to face some dangers alone. The people of the 'Blood Pirate Group' are already waiting for you outside the city. Their captain is most likely a 'Witch King' of the 'Moon' path."

"I need to face a 'Witch King' alone, as well as an entire pirate group under her. Are you sure you don't want me to kill someone?" The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly.

He was not familiar with this new pirate king. He only knew that he was sent by the Rose School to take over the 'Blood Pirate Group' and the 'Tree of Flesh', and called herself the 'Crimson Queen'.

The prophet clone nodded slightly and said:

"You have to believe in your own strength, and Miss Messenger and I are two against one, so we have the energy to look after you."

Klein sighed softly, took out the mouth organ used to summon the messenger lady, brought it to his mouth, and played it hard.

Wearing a complicated, gorgeous, dark and gloomy black dress, holding an identical girl with blond hair and red eyes in both hands, the messenger lady appeared here silently.

"The saint who appears here from the Rose School is Jacks. Does he have what you need?"

The four heads held by Reinette Tinichole looked at the other side of the street at the same time, and said in turn:

"Together." "Kill." "Him"

The prophet clone nodded clearly. He turned back to indicate to Klein that he could leave first and said:
"Of course, but Si'a may arrive at any time, and we need an opportunity to kill him with one blow."

The head in Reinette Tinichole's hand that had been unable to speak first said:

"Can."

After reaching an agreement with the messenger lady, the prophet clone immediately raised his hand to create dots of light blue light, drew a mysterious symbol representing the secret in front of him, and at the same time recited in a low voice in ancient Hermetic language:
"secret!"

The starry night with a sense of tranquility and tranquility suddenly appeared, shrouding him and the messenger lady together, covering up the traces and atmosphere of their existence.

On the other side of the street, the howling wind in the air suddenly calmed down a lot, and the gloomy and dark environment became a little brighter, as if dawn was about to enter.

A golden translucent rain fell in the sky, with a sacred and warm feeling. When the rain fell on the members of the Rose School, it instantly became hot, burning black marks on their skin and sending up bursts of black smoke.

"Humph!"

Jacks, who was bound in the air by the invisible and powerful wind, snorted coldly. His voice was hoarse and low, with an air of obvious malice and curse that could not be concealed.

The surrounding wind that turned into an invisible restraint suddenly became fierce, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly. The rainwater falling in the air condensed into fine ice crystals, and moved forward with the sudden fierce wind.

The roaring hurricane subsided in the next moment, but in a breath or two, only the breeze caressing the face was left.

Silver-white electric snakes were flowing in the dark clouds in mid-air, as if they would fall at any time.

At the same time, an extremely majestic spirit with a strong sense of anger "scanned" the entire Bayam in a very short time, including the prophet's clone and the messenger lady who were in a secret state. They all clearly felt that the gaze "scanned" "Up to myself.

The silvery white in the prophet's clone's eyes quickly appeared and disappeared. After a pause, he said:
"People from the Church of Storms have used sealed items. It feels like items from the 'Black Emperor' or 'Judge' path."

"Let's stay away from Bayam City first. There is no need to confront the Church of Storms head-on."

The four heads held by Reinette Tinichole looked around carefully, and then one of them spoke:

"Can."

As soon as she finished speaking, the figure of Renette Tinichole holding four blond hair and red-eyed heads quickly retreated. Where she had just stood, a silver stabbing sword cut through the secret and sank into the ground.

A flood of silvery white suddenly erupted, and the surrounding "secrets" were strangely dissolved. The space was also distorted at this moment. People and objects with extraordinary power were irresistibly separated from the real world, forming an overlapping world. Two dimensions that do not interfere with each other.

The sharp silvery white light divided the surrounding area into checkerboard-like grids, just like dividing the battlefield.

A silver transparent barrier was erected between the prophet clone and Renette Tinichole. The two looked at each other, and the head held by Renette Tinichole suddenly opened her mouth and breathed out.

The whining wind sounded, and a cold wind mixed with the breath of death and coldness blew past, blowing on the silver and transparent barrier in front, and disappeared without arousing the slightest reaction.

The prophet took two steps forward and raised his hand to press on the silver transparent barrier. It was like touching a solid wall of air. No matter how hard he tried, his arm could not move forward even one centimeter.

He turned his wrist slightly, and bits of light blue light spread out like ripples, going round and round, but the "door" that was supposed to take shape never appeared.

Withdrawing his arm, he explained calmly:

"This wall is like an impractical thing that cannot connect the spaces on both sides by 'opening the door.'"

After a pause, he added and asked:

"Can you just leave here and return to the spirit world?"

The head held by Renette Tinichole suddenly flew out of her hand, quickly became illusory and transparent, and then flew back quickly, as if it had hit something.

The other three heads in her hand looked around and said one after another:

"Can't." "The spiritual world is" "closed."

The prophet's clone lowered his head thoughtfully and sighed in a deep voice:
"It can seal the connection between the spiritual world and reality. Perhaps this sealed object mastered by the Church of Storms also incorporates the high-level characteristics of the 'Gate' pathway."

Reinette Tinichole's silent head spoke quickly:
"possible"

As soon as he finished speaking, many chessboard-like squares around him, divided by thin silvery lights, began to change. They either constantly exchanged positions or merged with each other.

She suddenly turned sideways, her four heads and eight eyes staring at the side and said:

"Jacks" was "thrown"

The prophet clone did not answer her words. He had been moved to other places along with the squares on the chessboard.

The four heads held up by Renette Tinichole looked around for a while, but could not find each other in the ever-changing space.

boom!
A thick silver lightning suddenly fell. Reinette Tinichole had a premonition in advance and moved her position a second before the lightning struck.

Where she was standing just now, a black hole was left on the ground, with tiny silver-white electric snakes scurrying around it.

The lightning just now was like a signal, and the dark clouds in the sky were constantly moving with lightning, making rumbling sounds.

boom! boom!
Silver-white electric snakes jumped out one after another, carrying a violent and destructive aura that was as strong as the real thing, and struck the surroundings densely, completely covering the chessboard space where Reinette Tinichole and Jacks were in the Thunder Forest. .

The brutal and violent attacks are densely packed, regardless of the enemy or friend, and forcefully destroy everything covered.

On the other side, an old man with gray hair, a black soft hat and unusually serious silver eyes suddenly appeared in front of the prophet's clone.

He wears a black robe embroidered with storm symbols, and on his right hand is a black glove with an eye pattern embroidered on it, which is composed of many symbols of luck and magic.

Blown by the strong wind, the robe on his body was constantly flipping up and down. There were traces of silver in his blue eyes, lightning was wrapped around his body, and thick dark clouds spontaneously gathered in the sky.

"The heretic who blasphemed the storm!" The old man's voice in the sky was hoarse, almost growling, and the silvery white lightning in his eyes became two points stronger.

The prophet's clone quickly recognized his identity, twitched his lips, and chuckled:
"'Singer of God' Ace Snake, the former Archbishop of Backlund Diocese of the Church of Storms, have you been sent to Bayam? Are you replacing the previous Bishop Khogori?"

(End of this chapter)