Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 538 The End
The laws simulated by the prophet's clone cannot make the lightning really disappear, but the lightning that has been weakened countless times is no longer lethal.

Holding back the numbness and tingling sensation in his body, he chanted again:
"exile!"

An invisible force burst out in front, tearing apart the void, sucking in the things that Jacks left behind, and throwing them to who knows where.

The strange-shaped things growing out of the pitch-black liquid roared crazily, with even more unabashed malice and anger that wanted to tear everything apart.

The feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly, causing the surroundings to instantly dry up and become infected with madness. All living and dead things began to mutate, become chaotic, become crazy, and attack their own people.

His thoughts were disturbed, and the prophet's clone fell into a brief daze. Suddenly, a blond head with red eyes flew over and bit its collar, pulling it out of the area covered by the lightning storm and viscous black liquid.

All kinds of weird things grew out of it, and the dark, sticky, and evil liquid surrounded Klein's direction with great purpose.

After taking the prophet clone out of the influence of "Godly Evil" Si'a, Reinette Tinichole's head opened her mouth, became illusory and transparent, and flew back to Secret Puppet Gilsea's. in vivo.

The next moment, the body had become pitted, and the mutilated Gilsea clasped his hands together, squatted down, and inserted the huge scissors in his hand into the ground.

The strange patterns engraved on the gray-black scissors lit up pieces of golden-red light, like the setting sun at dusk, bright but not dazzling.

The dusk-like orange-red instantly covered the surrounding area, and broke into countless tiny spots of light in an instant. They were densely packed and countless, forming a violent and sharp storm of light, sweeping towards the surroundings with the momentum of destroying everything.

The pale skull head that grew out of the dark and evil liquid, the eyes with obvious blood vessels, and the tongue with fangs were shattered and melted bit by bit in the dusk-like storm of light.

All tangible and invisible things around are being cut by the sharp storm. Under this dusk-like light, everything is inevitably approaching withering and corruption, and the extremely evil and crazy atmosphere is temporarily contained.

In the sky, dark clouds surged rapidly, converging and splitting, with eyebrows and mouth growing out, like an angry human face.

Silver-white lightning flashed in the clouds, and dazzling eyes lit up from the mouth and eyes.

A moment later, thick silver-white lightnings with a real aura of destruction fell like a torrential rain, drowning the huge arm with a dark and sticky surface that seemed to be flowing with evil liquid, and drowned the spreading and surging sticky black arm. The liquid submerged the dusk storm below that carried the aura of decay and decay.

"Sea King" Yann Coatman seems to have been strengthened in some way, and his attacks have far exceeded the intensity of a Sequence Three saint.

In the center of the Senbai Thunder Forest, Si'a's arm stretched out through the spirit world was tightly wrapped in silver-white lightning, and was destroyed inch by inch.

On the ground below, the dusk-like storm of light was also shattered bit by bit by the falling silver lightning.

The prophet's clone raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, which were a little sore from the stimulation of the electric light. After calming down his breath, he simulated the ability of a "notary public".

Little bits of brassy light gathered in front of him, wandered around, and finally evolved into a seal-like projection. At the same time, he spoke in a solemn and solemn voice:

"Notarization: Valid!"

After being "notarized", the dusk storm that was shattered bit by bit by the silver lightning received a brief boost. The orange-red light blade became denser and more violent, barely resisting the blow of the lightning storm.

After doing all this, the prophet clone raised his head and stared in the direction above his head. His gaze seemed to be able to see through the dense lightning falling in the sky and see the arm trapped in the center.

After a short silence, he muttered in a low voice:

"The 'god' Si'a is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant cage built by countless silver-white lightnings in mid-air fell into a strange state, losing the characteristics that lightning should have, becoming sluggish and heavy.

Then these lightning bolts were torn apart from the inside, and countless silver-white electric rays flew around, with a meaning of destruction and madness, and fell to the ground.

Just halfway through the process, the scurrying lightnings seemed to be attracted by some strange attraction, and they reversed their directions and rushed towards the thick clouds in the sky.

Under the heavy clouds, "Sea King" Yann Coatman, who was wearing a loose Storm Priest robe, with a majestic look and an angry expression, was lifted up by the strong wind. He held a handle in his right hand and was surrounded by countless silvery white rays, full of energy. A straight sword with a mysterious meaning.

The aura on his body became extraordinarily high and majestic, and the howling wind and lightning spontaneously surrounded him, as if surrounding him, worshiping their king!

The lightning that rushed towards the clouds spontaneously gathered together, forming dozens of huge ball lightning around him, rotating rapidly around him.

Right in front of him, where the silver lightning was originally, a huge evil doll appeared.

His eyes are as red as blood, his body is engraved with countless mysterious patterns, and there are many evil vines wrapped around his body. His skin does not have the luster that humans should have.

His bright red eyes directly ignored "Sea King" Yann Coatman and "scanned" towards the ground.

Next to the prophet's clone, Renette Tinichole had stepped out of the body of the secret puppet Gilcias. She was holding two identical heads with blond hair and red eyes in each hand.

Now, every head of her head looked at the "god" Si'a who appeared in mid-air with an extremely serious expression.

The prophet's clone pressed his palm towards her to signal not to get excited, then turned his head to look at a certain position in the air and said in a calm voice:

"Having been watching for so long, it's almost time for you to come out, right?"

In the other direction where he looked, a ray of light composed of pure knowledge surged out of the void and reorganized into a female figure wearing a classical wizard's robe.

She has brown eyes, her hair is very thick, hanging casually, looking a bit disheveled, and her eyes are bright.

She calmly looked at the "god" Si'a and "Sea King" Yann Coatman who were looking at her, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.

"Godly Sin" Si'a was the first to raise his hand. He inserted his hands directly into the void. The surrounding space boiled instantly and was covered with thick black liquid. It spread outwards, eroding everything around it and disturbing the relationship between reality and the spiritual world. overlapping.

Boom! Boom!
"Aquaman" Yann Coatman thrust forward the silver-white straight sword in his hand, and the ball lightning surrounding him quickly spread forward. Lightnings continued to fall from the thick clouds in the sky, like a line of pure silver-white lightning. , the mighty river that destroyed everything, rushed towards the evil viscous black liquid created by Si'a.

At the same time, stars one after another appeared in the sky, densely packed and dazzling. Behind each star, there seemed to be a cold and indifferent eye watching everything. These stars shed rays of light one after another, converging into a magnificent giant pillar of light, covering the surrounding area, dissolving the silvery white electric light and the evil viscous black liquid, and then collapsed and dissipated.

The prophet's clone turned his head with an expressionless expression and looked at Grant Pars, who was surrounded by stars.

The latter returned a dull look and said in a nonchalant tone:
"I didn't come much earlier than this 'god'."

Then she casually threw the object in her hand to the ground.

It was a neatly cut left hand palm, and a palm-sized doll with a dark color that looked like wood and flesh. The doll's body was covered with weird patterns, and its mouth was even covered with nails. Nails stained with rust.

This was the legacy from Saint Jacks of the Rose School. The prophet's clone decisively chose to "exile" these items at that time, betting that Grant, who had received his letter, had already arrived.

The head held by Reinette Tinichole suddenly flew out, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the neatly cut palm of her left hand into her mouth.

The prophet's clone reached out to catch the strange doll. Without looking at it carefully, he put it directly into his outer pocket.

Reinette Tinichole glanced at the prophet clone who put away the puppet casually, and spoke with all four heads at once:

"It is." "Silent Disciple." "Characteristics of."

"Bring with", "will", "contaminate." "curse."

The prophet clone nodded slightly and explained: "I don't have anything with me that can seal it."

Then he turned to look at Klein aside, and asked with a little curiosity:

"Do you have any items on your body that are contaminated with the aura of the True Creator or other existences? You can bring more people over to cause chaos. Only then will we have a chance to leave here unobtrusively."

"Yes." After a brief thought, Klein nodded slightly and took out a square iron box from his pocket. Inside the iron box was a copper whistle.

The copper whistle was thrown out by him forcefully, and was thrown into the giant pillar of light formed by the intersection of bright stars. It was dissolved and disintegrated little by little. The yellow-green aura with a bit of rotten smell lost its restraint and spread instantly.

Between the starlight, lightning, and the black evil liquid, there was another darkness, a dead silence, and a darkness filled with the smell of decay.

In this darkness, there were constant murmurings and gasping sounds that were high and low, far and near. Between the silvery white electric light and the pure and clear starlight, from time to time, a few pieces of white feathers stained with light butter would hover and fall.

The prophet's clone, which was originally raising its head, suddenly lowered its head. His eyes fell on his exposed arms, and tiny white hairs grew out of the pores.

He rubbed his fingers gently, creating dots of golden light that shrouded the surroundings, purifying the death and evil power in his body.

In mid-air, a mist with no fixed form filled the surroundings, mixed with many white feathers with yellowish stains. It was like the evolution of death itself, releasing its power wantonly, polluting everything around it, and venting death. the power of.

The light scattered by the bright stars quickly dimmed, and tiny white hairs grew on the blue stars that seemed to hide their eyes.

In just the blink of an eye, these fluffs grew into white feathers, and the surface seemed to be soaked in light yellow oil.

Let those shining blue stars quickly move toward decay and death, dimming little by little.

The prophet's clone raised his head and glanced at Grant, whose expression became increasingly solemn in mid-air. He raised his hand to create a "door" and passed the metal Rubik's Cube with its dimmed surface through.

As soon as the metal Rubik's Cube fell into her hand, it began to rotate spontaneously. The patterns on the six sides quickly unified. The golden metal surface turned bright white in an instant, and pure and clear blazing light burst out from within.

This light swayed out in circles, illuminating every corner of the surroundings, igniting the white feathers stained with light butter, and quickly burned them out.

The mist that seemed to be derived from death seemed to be very repulsive to the aura belonging to the solar domain. It quickly moved its position and broke into the dark and sticky evil liquid created by the "god" Si'a. All kinds of grotesque things that grew out began to decay, striding towards the end of death.

Reinette Tinichole, who stood quietly on the spot with four heads in her hands, suddenly said:

"Okay." "Leave" "It's time"

Klein opened his mouth, wanting to ask something else. The head that Renette Tinichole was holding that had not spoken just now suddenly stretched forward, bit his collar forcefully, and took him into the spirit world, further away. Shuttle everywhere.

The "god" Si'a, who was caught in a brief stalemate in mid-air, felt something. He retracted the palm inserted into the void, and his figure quickly became transparent.

The next moment, bright starlight fell around him, and his figure became solid again.

Sia's movement into the spirit world to chase Reinette Tinichole was abruptly interrupted. Starlights surrounded him and wandered around, outlining strange symbols that connected the spirit world with reality. cut off.

These strange symbols dimmed instantly, and began to flow out of dark and sticky evil liquid, disintegrating little by little.

Boom! Boom!
In the sky, heavy clouds pressed down, and countless silver-white lightnings were moving, trying to cover everyone present.

Surrounded by bright stars, Grant opened her hands forward, and the misty starlight swayed outwards in circles with her as the center.

In silence, the surrounding things peeled off pieces, and even the colors quickly dissipated like evaporation.

The silvery white lightning disintegrated layer by layer after falling into the misty starlight, and finally only some small and random currents were left, flickering occasionally.

This state only lasted for a few seconds. Grant's figure suddenly flickered in the air, and then appeared next to the prophet's clone.

Cold and indifferent eyes suddenly appeared in the surrounding void, flashing with tiny and hazy starlight, dividing the surrounding space bit by bit, and replacing it with somewhere in the spiritual world.

　I owe a chapter, so I’m just going to update today. I’ve run out of manuscripts, so I don’t have time to finish them. I’ll make up for it in the next two days! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)