Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 655: The Art of Gathering People

Prak, who was surrounded by the undead and floating in the air, had pale flames burning in his eyes. His spirit spread out, and relying on his demigod status, he forcefully unified all the undead around him, turning them from chaos into order.

"This is definitely the most massive ritual magic I've ever used. It brings together the power of many people and spirits. In a sense, it can be considered a man-made miracle."

"The Church of Knowledge's achievements in the field of magic are beyond imagination and are at the forefront of the entire world."

After sighing twice, Prak quickly calmed his mind and began to integrate the huge number of undead around him, letting them pray to the great being in the language of the dead.

The ethereal and unreal sounds rose and fell one after another, layer upon layer, like a huge choir.

"Sage who knows the world well, you are the essence of knowledge, the source of mystery, the radiance of civilization, and the guardian of truth."

As the prayers were repeated over and over again, a starry sky was reflected, and the entire Orleston Port was shrouded in the dazzling sea of ​​stars.

The cold and deadly aura of the dead surrounding them quickly dissipated. Under the starlight, the originally hideous souls, undead spirits and natural spirits all exuded a sense of holiness from the inside out.

A red glow rose from Anderson's body. The white frost on his eyebrows, hair, and clothes quickly evaporated. The stiffness in his body quickly disappeared, and the numbness in his soul gradually dissipated under the purification of the starlight.

He glanced at the people around him who had not yet recovered from the massive amount of undead aura infecting them, and shook his head with a sigh:

"As expected, at times like this, I, the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, have to take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, red flames rose up around him, quickly condensing into a group of flaming crows, and controlling them to fly out in all directions, using the heat of the flames to quickly heal everyone's stiff bodies.

Oh!

It was as if the sound of breaking glass suddenly echoed in the air. The people on the ground looked up in shock and saw that the silver-white barrier formed by the materialization of the protective power shattered into pieces of light and quickly disappeared in the artillery fire.

On the deck of the "Black Emperor" floating in the air, a sea of ​​stars suddenly appeared in Parsna's eyes. Around her, stars appeared one after another, densely packed and dazzling, quickly covering the "Black Emperor".

The "Black Emperor" wandering in the hazy starlight was like a sharp arrow. It leaped out in an instant, penetrated the broken barriers and artillery fire, and rushed towards the steel fleet on the sea.

The "Black Emperor" that turned into starlight was extremely fast. In almost the blink of an eye, it appeared in Intis's fleet.

Without giving the other party a chance to react, Nast held the Black Emperor card in one hand and supported the side of the boat with the other. A shadow that was 80% similar to Russell emerged out of thin air and overlapped with Nast.

With the blessing of power and status on the Black Emperor card, Nast, the "King of the Five Seas", briefly touched the level of angel.

Under his strengthening, the "Black Emperor" was like a powerful cannonball, smashing directly into the sea and setting off a terrifying tsunami.

At the same time, he used the angel-level "chaos" ability, which directly affected the structure of things in a large area of ​​the surrounding sea, the standard of scale and the accuracy of attacks, making it difficult for Intis' well-equipped fleet to mount an effective confrontation for a short period of time.

The sudden huge waves directly swallowed all the ships on the sea. Under the sweep of the waves, they either sank to the bottom of the sea, were pushed to the shore, or fell into the surrounding dangerous seas.

The "Black Emperor" that created all this, the moment the power bestowed by Nestor disappeared, this huge sailboat directly became ethereal and drilled into the spirit world, escaping from the danger zone by "wandering in the spirit world".

At the dock of Orleston Harbor, the undead exuding a sacred aura spontaneously rushed toward the sea, forming a high wall composed of countless transparent souls, replacing the previous protective barrier and blocking the artillery offensive of the Intis fleet.

At the moment the high wall took shape, Edwina took a step forward, a layer of light blue light covered her eyes, and a parchment-bound book in front of her began to flip spontaneously. An omniscient eye appeared on the pages, quickly scanning the constantly floating pages and the changing content on them.

In mid-air, Prak Eggers, who was surrounded by countless undead, suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Edwina. The aura of this "Iceberg Vice Admiral" seemed to have undergone some unknown changes at this moment, which made him feel inexplicably terrified.

The aura emanating from an extremely noble soul, even if I become the "Archon of Death", it seems difficult for me to look directly at the will itself. Is this, a truly great being taking action?

This thought only flashed through Prak Eggers' mind. The continuous attacks prevented him from thinking about other things.

In the dazzling sea of ​​stars, cold and indifferent eyes grew out, quickly absorbing and transmitting information, connecting everyone together to form a huge network.

In an absolutely rational state, Edwina became extremely calm, her thinking was extremely active, she processed all information in an orderly manner, and made the most appropriate decision in the shortest time.

Under her command, a group of people wearing classical wizard robes appeared in various places in the port, releasing spells that had been prepared long ago, immersed in those transparent souls, and released them at a certain moment.

From time to time, a golden light flashed on the souls that rushed to the front and formed a high wall, intercepting the artillery fire. This was the "Stiano Golden Armor Technique" with the same defensive power as a Sequence 5 Guardian. After being modified by the Moss Ascetic Order and the Church of Knowledge, it finally evolved into a group spell that could be cast by many creatures together and pieced together according to a specific structure.

"War is the art of rallying people!"

"But the 'War Bishop' is not the only one who can truly achieve telepathy. The power of all people, all things, and all spirits can also be combined with the power of knowledge."

Edwina sighed in a low voice as if whispering or making a judgment. She stood at the front of the crowd on the dock, her clothes fluttering up and down in the wind brought by the undead, her long brown hair flowing backwards, making her look heroic, rational, wise and courageous.

Behind her, Danitz, Orpheus and the others were so stunned that they even forgot to breathe.

"Tsk~~ a bunch of useless guys."

Anderson glanced at Danitz and the others who were staring with their eyes wide open and unwilling to even blink, and sneered with disdain. Seeing that no one responded, he pulled the corner of his mouth and said in an exclamatory tone:

"I have some exciting news for you. When I was in school, I once pulled your captain's hair."

Anderson's words were like pouring a bucket of oil into a blazing fire. With a bang, he ignited the anger in the hearts of most of the men around him.

The eyes around him seemed to want to cut him into pieces with a single knife and then throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

"Shit, you son of a bitch."

"Damn you, I didn't"

The voices of the crowd attacking Anderson were soon drowned out by the rumbling sound of the waves. A huge wave, as if connecting the sky and the sea, surged into everyone's sight.

Even though Anderson thought he was well-informed, he couldn't help but take a step back at this moment. The oppressive feeling of the heavy waves was too strong, making him feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

"Shit, how could there be such a horrible tsunami?"

The rumbling sound of the waves and the screams of the undead mixed together, drowning out the screams and noise of the people around Anderson's ears, making him feel dizzy and dazed, as if he would fall down at any time.

It feels so uncomfortable, I can’t breathe, am I going to die? In a daze, Anderson recited the name of “The Fool” with difficulty:

"The fool who does not belong to this era. The mysterious master above the gray fog. The king of yellow and black who controls good luck."

He didn’t know why he wanted to recite Mr. Fool’s name at this moment. Perhaps it was his instinctive reaction when he was afraid of death, and he wanted to grasp every straw that might save his life.

As soon as Mr. Fool’s honorific name was recited, he received a response. A thick gray-white fog surged out of his field of vision, and a tall angel with twelve pairs of gray-white wings on his back, whose face could not be seen, flew out of the gray fog and wrapped him with its wings.

The low hum that echoed in Anderson's mind suddenly disappeared. He shook his head and let out a long breath.

After recovering, he subconsciously looked around. The surging waves were blocked by the pale golden wall composed of countless undead souls. They could not fall down, but they were squeezing the wall composed of undead souls and approaching the shore little by little.

Above the gray fog, Klein watched this scene through the connection he had established with Anderson. He held the blue scepter of Poseidon in his hand, but he was hesitant to take action to eliminate this terrifying tsunami.

"This tsunami is mixed with extremely high-level power, some of which are similar to the power of the 'Black Emperor' path. The Scepter of Poseidon may not be able to eliminate it easily, and..."

After a pause, Klein glanced at Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina. He saw divinity in her, a divinity that did not belong to her and was of an extremely high status.

After just a quick glance, Klein looked away. His "Fortune Teller" instinct prevented him from looking further, as doing so seemed extremely dangerous.

Edwina's condition was a little strange. It didn't seem like a normal descent of God. It was more like the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' had used some method to temporarily lend his power to Edwina, allowing her to exert power beyond the sequence.

As the thought was floating in his mind, he saw the all-seeing eye floating on the book in front of Edwina looking at him and seeing him.

Then, a slightly old, but extremely solemn and majestic voice echoed above the gray fog:
"Please end this tsunami."

(End of this chapter)