Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 578 Chaos
Sweeping by the psychic storm, the psychic barriers of the surrounding soldiers and mid- to low-sequence Beyonders were quickly destroyed. In this state, they were completely unable to resist the erosion and infection of the "mental plague".

The atmosphere on the dock instantly became tense. The faces of the soldiers standing on the top of the surrounding buildings, carrying steam backpacks and holding thick-barreled rifles, became restless and uneasy. The steam rifles in their hands trembled slightly, as if the next second Bullets will be fired.

Beside the carriage with the roof removed, the breathing of four "knights" wearing black full-body armor became more and more rapid. Amidst the wheezing movement, a black-armored knight was the first to be unable to bear the pressure and ran towards the sea where the ship was parked ahead. passed.

Following his actions, the other three black-armored knights could no longer hold on, their psychological defenses collapsed completely, and they fell into despair and madness. They tore their armor and rushed towards the sea.

Those carriages that were staying quietly or moving steadily along the road also started to go crazy, running around in the dock.

Under the influence of the "spiritual plague", some soldiers stationed nearby also dropped their weapons and followed them into the cold sea water.

On the top of the surrounding buildings, the soldiers holding steam rifles could no longer withstand the pressure and pulled the trigger. The steam rifle made a banging sound and fired out yellow bullets.

The entire dock fell into chaos instantly.

Near the dock, a steel chariot with a chimney, barrel and machine gun suddenly changed direction, and a low and majestic voice came from inside unhindered:

"No running here!"

The huge mouth suddenly opened, sucking air in, creating a terrifying violent wind, trying to swallow the entire coffin into the mouth.

Suddenly, bright yellow sunlight lit up around him, like a magnificent ocean of light, flooding everything around him.

"I hate 'the sun'!"

Bang!

The huge steel chariot that he regarded as his target suddenly melted and twisted. In just the blink of an eye, it changed from a mechanical creation to a goat with dull eyes and frizzy hair!
Maihams did not continue to strike, his eyes quickly looked around, and his figure faded and disappeared.

His purpose was just to get back the remains of the robbed Pharaoh, and he didn't care who the "audience" demigod was hiding in the dark. In his reasoning, a mummy full of curses was not worthy of an "audience" demigod. Taking risks, the other party must be here for one or several magical items. As long as the purposes do not conflict, temporary cooperation is a win-win choice for both parties.

On the ground not far away, a lump of flesh studded with white gloves and a golden mask rolled to the ground.

A light that was not dazzling burst out from inside the piece of meat, dispelling all chaos and evil aura.

The light lasted for about a second and then dissipated. Also disappearing with it was the spiritual creature with a huge mouth, leaving only traces of a puddle of liquid on the ground that had been evaporated.

Mahamus also opened his mouth, and a silent scream came out of his mouth, giving people an evil and terrifying feeling.

"No shooting here!"

The next second, a figure wearing a white robe inlaid with gold threads, with light yellow and slightly curly hair, obvious sunken eye sockets, and a thin and bone-like face stood out from mid-air.

"Ah! My eyes."

Without the suppression of the evil curse, the pieces of flesh began to squirm spontaneously, reassembled into human form, and returned to their original appearance.

In the spirit world, Renekton narrowed his eyes, and the mechanical glove on his right hand made a grinning sound:

The goat transformed from a steel chariot seemed to have exploded inside its body, with the flesh, blood and internal organs in its belly splashing around.

He is the descendant of the pharaoh of the Rose School, "The Silent One" Mahamus. He glanced at the steel chariot that made the sound just now. There was unsuppressible malice and madness in his brown eyes, giving people a sense of A weird and scary feeling.

Without any hesitation, he raised his right hand and pulled it around his mouth. The golden nails covered with fine patterns that sealed the entire mouth flew out at the same time, no longer closing the mouth.

On the other side of the pier, on the golden coffin that had not yet been lowered from the pulley device, the tightly bound steel cables suddenly began to squirm spontaneously, untying the coffin and letting it fall vertically downwards.

Below the coffin, the void floated darkly, and a translucent and ferocious mouth more than ten meters long emerged.

As the words fell, the chaotic scene around them seemed to have been forced to press the pause button. The expressions of the surrounding soldiers and horses were ferocious and crazy, but they seemed to be pressed by heavy things, making it difficult to move forward and cut through the air. The bullets also stopped, leaving only the roaring sound in the entire dock.

The golden coffin containing Tutankhas II flipped over and hit the ground. The uppermost coffin lid fell down, and the gold, gems, and gold vessels containing shriveled internal organs scattered all over the place.

A corpse wrapped in yellow-brown linen strips also rolled out. The corpse was extremely thin, with its surface soaked in dark red and oily liquid. It wore a gold-colored mask with colorful patterns on its face, and the eye sockets were inlaid with Two exceptionally pure black gemstones.

This was exactly the mummy made during the time of Tutankhas II. As soon as it appeared, the lights from the surrounding gas street lamps seemed to dim a bit. The mummy's "eyeballs" inlaid with two black gemstones each reflected a figure of a middle-aged man wearing a white robe inlaid with gold threads, with slightly curly light yellow hair, obvious sunken eye sockets, and a thin and bone-like face.

The figure of Mahamus quickly became clear, and the long-dead mummy of Tutankhas II suddenly moved.

The man with black hair, golden eyes, and a golden mask who had just recovered from the meat state spoke majestically:
"Possession by wronged spirits is prohibited here."

As the words fell, the figure of Maihams emerged little by little above the mummy of Tutankhas II, as if it was squeezed out of the void by huge pressure.

He glared at the middle-aged man with black hair and golden eyes, and took out a rag doll that seemed to be made of old cloth.

This rag doll was stained with obvious stains and blood spots. Its eyes were gouged out by someone unknown, leaving two holes.

Its empty eyes were positioned facing the Loen military demigod wearing a golden mask by Mahamus, and its face quickly changed to look like this demigod.

The ring worn by the Loen military demigod in his right hand burst out with crystal-like light, quickly enveloped his body, and led him to flash behind Mahams.

Deep in the spirit world, Renekton looked at the ring worn on the right hand of the Loen military demigod and sighed in a low voice:
"The apprentices are really pitiful. Their relics are everywhere."

While speaking, a white jade-like chess piece was thrown down by him. The chess piece passed through the spiritual world, fell into reality, and disappeared instantly like melting.

The entire dock area became slow and quiet, as if the flow of time had been greatly stretched, causing time at this moment to become extremely slow.

Renekton's eyes passed through the spiritual world, taking in the entire Prydz Harbor, scanning all the existences that were visible or hidden.

Then he flipped twice with his right hand like magic, took out a deck of playing cards prepared in advance, and threw them out of the spiritual world.

The cards were scattered in the air, quickly expanded and twisted, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into poker soldiers about two meters long with arms and legs, holding spears or straight swords.

The Poker soldiers rushed to the dock, destroying the seals made by the Loen military on those magical items one by one.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, a layer of darkness that was so dense that it could not be dissolved surged out like a tide, carrying a calm, dead breath, and layered hoarse whispers, pulling the surrounding creatures into a dream one by one.

In the deep darkness, streaks of crimson moonlight rose up, and gradually grew ferocious facial features.

Rotten mud appeared on the ground, and red sparks rose from time to time in the air, accompanied by the pungent smell of sulfur.

In the other direction, the streetlight suddenly shone brightly, like the midday sun, and the surrounding air quickly became dry and hot.

Under the negative influence of the surrounding magical items, the paper soldiers either fell to the ground, or ignited themselves with flames from the inside, or rotted a little bit.
While paying attention to the situation outside, Renekton raised his hand to condense a dark green seed and threw it at his feet.

The seed took root and grew directly in the spiritual world, and within a moment it grew into a thick gourd vine with seven gourds of different colors on it.

Renekton picked off the seventh purple gourd that grew. The gourd vine and the remaining six gourds on it withered and disappeared instantly.

On the pier, pure golden light like a tide surged out from everywhere, converging into an ocean of light.

The majestic aura of the sun seemed to have materialized, rapidly infecting and purifying everything around it, as if it was trying to suppress all the out-of-control magical items around it with absolute power.

The next moment, an invisible suction force came from above, pulling the ocean of light and collecting it into a purple gourd.

In mid-air, Renekton's figure was revealed and his eyes were scanning the ground. Mahamus and the man wearing a gold mask appeared on the other side of the pier. A woman wearing a black evening dress and also wearing a gold mask appeared on the other side of the pier. Standing next to the golden coffin.

His eyes fell on the crown of thorns on the lady's head, and finally he looked at the mummy of Tutankhas II lying on the ground, with his left hand half-opened and stretched forward, while chanting in a low voice road:

"exile!"

An invisible force exploded, and the mummy on the ground and the burial objects around it were swept into the void and thrown to an unknown location.

After doing all this, the misty starlight instantly covered Renekton's body, leading him to the battle site between Mahamus and the black-haired and golden-eyed military demigod.

The crimson moonlight instantly surged out, condensing into a figure opposite him wearing a hood and wearing a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns.

(End of this chapter)