I loaded the Mysticism panel.

Golden light arrived.

From the breakwater, golden light swept across every boat that docked.

That beam of light wasn't as wide as sunlight; it was like a comb, sweeping across boat by boat.

The golden light swept over the swift Greek merchant ship.

The hull was combed through; nothing unusual was found.

The deck was combed through; nothing unusual was found.

The comb landed on the sailor who had been replaced.

The golden light stopped.

It paused for about two seconds.

In those two seconds, Richard felt an immense force surging through the body of the replacement twice.

Jin Guang is reading.

Can you tell if there are any traces of something going on behind the scenes in this person?

The replacement is an ordinary person without an etheric circuit.

But that wisp of shadow that emanated from the Black Soil River expert clung to the "shell" and "form" of this ordinary person.

When Jin Guang read it the first time, this thin etheric membrane was not discovered.

It is hidden in the interlayer between the shell and the shape, extremely thin, almost transparent.

On his second reading, Jin Guang read it even more deeply this time.

They read not only about "people" but also about "images".

The sun's traditional light, nature, and shadow are opposites.

It can't capture the problem of a person, but it can capture the problem of an image.

A shadow that did not belong to this person was pulled out from the interlayer by the golden light.

Richard's scalp tingled two hundred yards away.

Oh no, we've been exposed!

But only the one on the Greek ship was exposed.

Richard's first reaction was to cut off contact, discard that shadow, and sacrifice a pawn to save the king.

But he hadn't even had a chance to make a move.

The golden light suddenly became brighter.

Not only the Greek ship was illuminated, but the entire harbor was bathed in golden light at the same time.

With a whoosh, it sounded like someone had simultaneously fired 100,000 flashbangs in the port area.

From the breakwater to the dock, and from the dock to every ship in the inner harbor, golden light covered everything as if it were poured down.

At that moment, the remaining two were also photographed.

Three replacements are exposed simultaneously.

These two experts have been waiting from the very beginning.

Jin Guang kept his strength under control.

They deliberately left the first pass shallow; they were fishing.

Release a shallow batch and see which ships react.

When the substitute is touched by light, the thin film of shadow will instinctively contract.

The contraction was minimal, but sufficient.

The solar traditionalist marked the location of the fluctuation at that moment.

Then, after all the checks are completed, flip over all the marked locations together.

At the same time, dark red furnace flames were pushed out from the city.

The heatwave spread along the dock to the three boats.

The shadow within the substitute was pierced by golden light and burned away by the furnace fire.

The feedback from the burning of the shadow traveled back to the mummy container along the three threads.

Richard felt a violent tremor in the back of his neck.

Although the three shadows were not large, each one being burned was like being eaten.

One bite won't kill you, but eating too many will leave you feeling empty.

The mummy container was naturally exposed on a merchant ship on the Black Soil River in the open sea.

As the golden light illuminated the shadows, it also severed the three connecting threads.

When a thread breaks, it will have an extremely slight rebound.

The rebound was directed towards the open sea.

Golden light shone from the breakwater, sweeping across the rows of merchant ships waiting to enter the harbor...

They spotted the merchant ship on the Black Soil River flying the vulture flag.

"iw-i rekh ren-ek."

(I know your name.)

The sound descended from the horizon, carrying the traditional judgment of the sun.

Golden light shone through the ship.

Richard felt the linen cloth covering him shine through, and the priestly inscriptions were being read aloud word by word with a magnifying glass.

His "form" was captured in the photograph.

The fire caught up from the other end.

A dark red heatwave caught up with the ship.

The two forces converged.

The golden light and the furnace fire sandwiched the container in the middle, peeling it away layer by layer.

Richard made the final judgment inside the shell.

The container was exposed, and the offshore location was completely locked.

His trial mission has failed.

Richard was suddenly pulled backward, instantly switching from the perspective of the controller to that of an observer.

At the other end of the mummy's thread, the master himself also awoke.

Behind the curtain, a very deep area is constantly collapsing towards the ship.

Sea levels have dropped.

The merchant ships queuing to enter the port outside the anchorage area all sank at the same time.

The sailors who were dozing off were jolted awake, rubbing their eyes as they climbed onto the deck and cursed.

The shadow of the harbor breakwater cast on the sea spreads like ink in the water.

Richard observed silently.

He glimpsed a corner of what was being revealed behind the curtain from an outsider's perspective.

It was a colossal object formed from countless sounds of death and offerings.

Its image behind the curtain is that of an inverted pyramid, repeatedly polished by sandstorms and moonlight.

The pyramids have no doors.

It opened itself up from the inside.

First, there was a blurry human silhouette.

It has broad shoulders and a wide back, and its head is not human, but has a double crest.

The crown worn by pharaohs, which is narrow in the front and wide in the back, with feathers curling up on both sides.

The face beneath the crown lacked any features, and empty eye sockets held eyes without pupils.

At that very moment, all the sunlit areas from the breakwater to the top of the lighthouse inside the harbor lit up simultaneously.

The solar tradition has solidified the judgment of daytime into a mirror.

Sunlight refracted from the mirror and fell on the giant shadow.

The whole world lit up.

The sailors in the anchorage could see nothing... white, pure white, even the outlines of the ship and the sea disappeared in a blinding white light.

Some people fell on the deck, while others clung to the mast and howled.

On the nearest merchant ships, timber exploded in the white light.

The armed merchant ship's first officer gripped the helm, muttering something under his breath.

The white light faded.

The giant shadow is still there.

Only the surface layer was photographed off.

Those two eyes, without pupils, slowly turned once within their empty sockets.

The fire was quickly lit in the stove.

The seawater began to bubble.

The underground furnace heated the seabed, and the heat seeped up from the seabed, steaming the seawater into a thick fog.

Richard's consciousness was thrown to the heights of an observer's perspective.

Only then did he get a clear view of the entire battlefield.

To his surprise, the port area suffered almost no substantial damage.

The golden light and the furnace fire looked impressive, but their effect was limited to the area outside the port.

The two defensive experts had set the stage for the battle at the port from the very beginning.

Apart from customs officers, there wasn't a single pedestrian on the dock.

Richard could sense that something was shrouding the port area.

That layer was extremely thin, making the entire port area look like an upside-down bowl.

This must be a pre-arranged shielding technique.

The two defensive experts knew that there was a high probability of a major fight tonight.

Richard's inspiration swept across the city on both sides of the port and he saw people moving around several warehouses in the dock unloading area.

Their movements were extremely stealthy, taking all the way through blind spots and dark alleys.

From Richard's perspective as an observer, who was thrown to a high place, the movement of these figures was clear at a glance.

They are scattered across different positions in the port area.

Customs clerk, warehouse guard, barge sailor, and a watchman patrolling with a lantern.

They each do their own work on weekdays and don't know each other.

The expert in fire-making used his dark red heat to burn down the hidden stake as soon as it appeared.

But it was too late; the hidden stake had already chanted the incantation, amplifying the power of the Black Earth River expert.

In the fog, the increasingly solidified, gigantic shadow began to move towards the port.

With each step forward, the shadows of the nearby port area buildings crept toward it.

On the other side, the curtain was torn open, revealing two colossal objects that were not of human scale.

The golden statue is a burning sun.

He has no face, he hangs there, judging all shadows with his radiance.

The red one is a furnace without walls.

The furnace contained molten iron, copper, tin, and countless lives cast into it.

Life is transformed into alloy in the furnace, the alloy is forged into weapons, and the weapons are returned to the furnace to be recast.

The golden slit in the sky seemed to have widened.

The boundary between day and night has been redefined.

In this trial, the expert from Heituhe laid himself bare.

The huge outline split open to both sides, becoming a book that had been broken apart from its spine.

When you break it open, the pages are covered with densely packed names.

The souls of the dead were summoned from the other side of the curtain and surged into the material world.

The stove expert responded.

The chimneys in the port area spewed fire all at once, which converged into a river, making the shepherds on the distant mountains think that the port had been set on fire.

The river of fire crashed onto the open "pages" of the shadow behemoth.

With each name burned, the shadow behemoth shrank a little more.

The sun expert presses down from above, the stove expert burns from the side.

The two defenders worked together to crush the enemy.

The expert from the Black Soil River finally spoke up and announced:

"sheut-i her wedj!"

(My shadow is everywhere!)

As soon as those words were uttered, the sea surface became as smooth as a mirror.

The stars in the sky are reflected on the mirror, corresponding one by one with the stars in the sky.

The two layers of starry sky sealed off this area of ​​the sea.

The ships, seawater, and the power projected into the material world by the master were all trapped between the two star layers.

This is the true secret revealed by the expert from the Black Soil River.

Name, mirror, substitute.

A mirror reflects the sky and the sea into each other.

By reading the name, one can discern the opponent's origins;

To substitute, to swap the opponent's position with its own...

Richard's inspiration reached its peak at that moment.

He had a vague feeling that the other person was trying to do something extremely crazy.

It wants to drag the Sun Master down from the sky and stuff him into the underwater mirror.

At the same time, he flipped himself from the reflection of the sea surface into the sky.

Swap the top and bottom.

The light sinks to the bottom of the water, while the shadow rises to the sky.

If successful, the sun, now replaced by a shadow, will hang above the capital.