The sticky spiritual space makes it easy for everything to slow down after flying out.
Only the Nether Cannon, a special artillery that wraps 'cannonballs' with highly concentrated spiritual power, can maintain a certain speed and fly farther after accelerating.
Originally, Vivian was facing forward, but just before hitting the gap, she turned over beautifully, and at the same time, her body shook out a large amount of the breath of night, further slowing down her body.
And the cloak she wore specially seemed to have some kind of power to slow down and slow down the descent.
This allowed her to rush into the cruise ship without any danger.
The second one is Abner. As a veteran inquisitor, even if his strength is greatly reduced due to injury, he still has considerable strength.
The third one was Conrad. When he approached the gap, he was intercepted by the black mist claws. But at the last moment, he briefly transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed in.
Finally there is Mark.
Since taking advantage of the agility bonus of the Valkyrie's legs, Mark can easily fly over walls and walls. When approaching at high speed, Black Mist's claws did catch him, and at the same time, Mini's spiritual thread had already caught the beams and other building structures in the gap.
After some pulling and pulling, Mark nimbly dodged the volley and also went in.
The successful entry of the four commandos was witnessed by a large crowd of people.
At the various observation points in the spiritual world, voices of admiration arose at the same time.
"Amazing young man."
"Vap's hero really has some skills."
Compared with the first few assaults that resulted in the loss of troops but had no effect, this time we returned to the assault style of elite personnel. Regardless of success or failure, it became more acceptable to everyone.
Next, it's up to them.
Mark rushed into the crack and felt that he first passed through a layer of thick air.
Unexpectedly, there is not much breath of the spiritual world inside, but it feels like you are really on a ship sailing on the sea.
"Crack...quack..." Along with the fluctuations of the tides in the spiritual world, the ship's hull swayed slightly.
For a large ship of nearly 200 meters, the shaking is actually quite slight.
Mark looked around carefully and found that the regular power had been cut off long ago, and part of the electrical system on the ship had stopped working, but it was not without light. The emergency kerosene lamps were still shining stubbornly on the beams of the steel passage.
Faint light.
This is definitely not normal. Even if there is fuel replenishment and no one is there to deal with the lamp twisting, assuming that the lamp is twisted 10 centimeters long, it will take ten hours to burn, which is 30 hours.
This does not explain why these kerosene lamps still lasted for three days.
The cold light can illuminate a radius of about two meters at most, and there is nothing you can do about it further away.
However, the average distance between two kerosene lamps is more than 8 meters. This lack of light seriously aggravates people's uneasiness.
Mark has [Night Owl], the protection of the Lady of the Night, which allows Mark to have a certain degree of dark vision. Unfortunately, it is a bit unreliable here. Because there is an ominous black mist lingering in the darkness, which is the culprit that seriously blocks the vision.
At this moment, a slight, rhythmic sound of electricity came from the distance to Mark's left.
This is a small sounder made of batteries, specially used for team members to communicate with each other.
Mark silently pressed the sounder and returned to "Gather to me".
However, there was a sudden echo from the next door passage, and it turned out to be exactly the same signal, which was also "Gather towards me".
This terrible discovery made Mark frown.
"It seems that the other side didn't make any preparations!" Mark muttered.
It is obvious that this is a maze-like magic circle, which is used to fill the gaps.
If Mark had rushed in as soon as the big crab opened the gap, most of the time the opponent would not have time to set up defenses again. But being stuck by his pig teammates for so long, Mark could only accept this passive state.
Fortunately, Mark has dice.
"No? Go this way?"
In front of you is a ruined room that has been torn into a hell of spikes. After the hull was broken open, a large amount of twisted steel bars and metal walls were rolled out of shape. Not to mention humans, even dogs would have a hard time getting through.
Perhaps only cats can flexibly shuttle through such ruins.
Mark reached out and struck with the dagger in his left hand, and immediately realized something was wrong.
He missed it!
"This..." Mark kept blocking with his left hand, holding the revolver in his right hand, and slowly touched into this thing that was similar to a 'ghost hitting the wall'. After a while, Mark was surprised to find that he had already passed through the water curtain.
We arrived at the public passage beside the cruise ship.
Things within the field of vision are no longer hidden in the darkness. Even if there is black fog outside, the light from the spiritual world still penetrates the black fog, illuminating the scene on the deck quite clearly.
"Am I... coming out?" Mark immediately realized what kind of impact he would have on the other person's psychology if he broke through the opponent's confusion so quickly: "In that case, then... let's do this!"
Mark summoned the mechanical puppet of the Mechanicus, and the card placed behind it was the latest death knight Alanzo.
The pale green knight sat on a horse of the same color, but the hollowness in his eyes told Mark, the master, that his intelligence was still limited.
A summoned object with a body that can be possessed is much more powerful than one created simply by summoning magic circles.
"Go! Alanzo, attack the place with the strongest spiritual power on this cruise ship."
The death knight bowed silently and immediately fought his way towards the center of this giant [abnormality].
Mark didn't know if it would be a well-defended secret room, a magic circle that was difficult to break, or even a [lair].
Without the obstruction of the maze, Mark could roughly sense that the place should be close to the bridge.
This is [what must be saved when attacking the enemy]!
And a death knight with almost no loss of strength is enough for the opponent to drink a pot.
Then, Mark used necromancy to summon several priests of the Sin Sect. Let these puppets attack all evil sects. As for Abner... let them sacrifice themselves.
Anyway, death is unpredictable, and it is healthier to die.
This will prevent the other party from seizing the opportunity to divide and encircle Mark's companions, thereby reducing the risks to Conrad and Vivian; secondly, taking advantage of this opportunity, Mark can sneak away to see if there are any survivors.
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Sure enough, when Mark moved to what was theoretically the VIP area, Mark immediately discovered that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
"This is……"
What he saw was a pale white humanoid object.
I have to say what it looks like, probably like a common mummy in games.
It was wrapped in layers of material similar to spider silk. Looking at it kneeling on the ground and using its hands and feet, you can completely imagine how frightened it must have been before it was attacked.
Mark thought for a few seconds and decided to install a centipede lantern kit for himself.
It was a mechanical structure similar to a gun holster strapped to the armpit, which Helena helped him build with her own hands. Through a set of shoulder straps, a light metal bracket protruded from behind Mark's left shoulder to hang the centipede.
lamp.
This freed Mark's hands to continue holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other.
Using the sharp blade of [Night Owl] to gently cut open the off-white mummy, Mark immediately discovered that this guy was a male waiter.
He had been dead for at least three days, and the body spots were concentrated on his limbs and around them. If this was not the spirit world, the smell alone would probably attract a large number of flies.
There were no obvious injuries on the body of the deceased.
Mark had a guess that this guy was scared to death on the spot.
At this moment, Mark suddenly felt that he had lost contact with Alanzo - he could not directly give new orders to the death knight through the soul circuit, but he could still feel that Alanzo was in good condition.
Maybe Alanzo has fallen into a new trap?
Mark had a new speculation: "The other party seems to be avoiding fighting? Just right, I also need time."
As Mark explored the VIP area deeper, he found more mummy-like things.
Some victims belch immediately.
The strange thing is that a considerable number of people were not killed immediately, but lived for at least a day while being bound by spider silk.
Mark even found a water bag-like thing in the corner of some of the victims' mouths.
It was some kind of demonic vacuole or something that stored about 500 ml of water, which could flow through a plastic habit into the victim's mouth.
Just water, no food.
This discovery gave Mark a preliminary guess about the enemy's identity.
"It is indeed a grand performance!"
Mark quickly searched the VIP area on the starboard side of the ship on the first level of the deck and found no survivors.
In fact, the so-called VIP area is only different from ordinary second-class cabins and third-class cabins. Those cabins are all located below the deck, and there is a round porthole on the side of the ship through which you can barely watch the scenery outside.
The really good rooms all start from the second floor on the deck.
The rooms get bigger and more beautiful as you go to higher floors. The luxury suites on the top floor even have large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, offering a sweeping view of the sea.
Mark followed the stairs to the third floor.
Relying on the light of the lantern, he immediately noticed that there was a rather well-decorated VIP room with a "Nelson" sign hanging on the door.
This is to prevent distinguished guests from entering other rooms by mistake. The guest's last name will be hung on the door.
If Mark remembers correctly, one of the noble ladies in the salon, Yalde, had this last name.
Without raising much hope, he directly inserted the dagger into the door lock, destroyed the lock, and unscrewed the tight door.
This is a suite of nearly 50 square meters with one bedroom and one living room.
Passing through the empty living room, Mark entered the room.
Even though it was dark, a familiar aura came to my face.
Mark noticed that there were some debris scattered on the bed.
At this time, there is a large cabinet in the corner of the room that looks a bit like a confessional in a church. This is a small shelter specifically for the nobles. When an [abnormality] occurs, the nobles can hide in it.
The outer panels of such small shelters are often engraved with the holy names of the gods who are most effective against [abnormalities]. For example, this one is the god with the Lady of the Night engraved on it.
It's a pity that the protective effect of this thing is limited. It can protect against Sequence 9 garbage, but it can't stop higher-level evil spirits.
This was obvious. Mark could see that the outer panel was in tatters and had been gouged long ago.
Mark had no hope at all.
Damn it, he actually heard faint breathing.
"Mini!"
The doll lady's soul appeared out of thin air and cut open the cabinet door.
A slim mummy fell out on the spot.
The posture of kneeling down and praying was quite sad, but when Mark used [Night Owl] to cut the spider silk on it, he was stunned.
