Deep in the foggy sea, close to the stretch and direction, the Blue Avenger is quietly docked on the edge of an island. The windows on the ship are flashing with faint lights. Looking from the distant foggy sea, it seems like I don’t know when.
The eyes of the sea monster that linger here exude a mysterious aura.
Alger Wilson felt the sealed object that he had spent nearly 3,000 pounds to buy. His left hand hung weakly by his side, but his usually dark blue eyes were still tinged with a layer of gold, and they were extremely majestic.
This is the power of the "Interrogator"... He found that he was well aware of every move happening around the Blue Avenger. His senses were amplified by the ability of the sealed object. Although he still had a vague sense of things further away,
He feels everything about the crew on his ship very clearly.
Alger, who had dealt with MI9, had a rough guess about this extraordinary ability. He did not feel it too deeply. Instead, he took advantage of the fact that most of his crew members insisted on guarding their posts and a small number of them had already fallen asleep.
, he could suppress his movements, roll up air currents around his body, silently fly into the air, fly out from the window of the captain's cabin, and fly alone in the opposite direction to the island.
He had arranged a cover in advance and planned to board the sunken ship from the early Fifth Age first.
In fact, there are two real sunken ships. One was rolled up to the island by the waves and carried a lot of wealth. The other was relatively small and was ruthlessly buried in the deep seabed. But the truly valuable things
It happened to be on that ship.
The former owner of the sunken ship was the Stiano family, who had a certain connection with the Morse Trappist Order. Alger had to unobtrusively take out the items requested by His Highness Edmund from the secret room of the sunken ship.
Although his intuition told him that His Highness, the angel on earth, did not really need this item. He just wanted to use it to confirm his ability, so for him, the item seemed even more precious.
Mr. "Fool" already has an opportunity in his hands that will allow me to become an angel, but before that, I must first ascend the throne of demigod. The fastest way is to get the help of His Highness Edmund.
Alger, who had been secretly promoted to "Wind Blessed One", looked serious. The air current around him was constantly surging, lifting his body up and gliding rapidly in the air, constantly dodging the huge waves that came from nowhere. At the same time, the small wind
The blade also formed an invisible barrier in front of him, dispersing the fog in front of him.
On his chest, the Edmund pendant, which was pulled backwards by inertia, kept flickering with light. The purple brilliance flickered, and a stream of imperceptible information guided Alger's spirituality, guiding him from the very beginning.
The safe route is to a sunken ship buried on the seabed somewhere nearby.
Wow!
Alger's body moved together, like a common flying fish on the sea, and gracefully jumped into the cold, ink-colored sea water.
There seemed to be illusory fish gills growing on both sides of his cheeks, and gurgling bubbles kept popping up from both sides of his head. With the blessing of dark vision that he had been born with since he was half a "sailor", he quickly dodged it.
The surrounding fish swarms swam to the depths of the seabed as fast as possible.
No wonder His Highness handed over the characteristics of Qilingos and the formula of "Wind Blessed" to me so easily. The pressure of the sea water here is simply not something I can bear when I was a "Navigator"... Spirituality
Gathered at Alger's feet, a wave of air exploded. Driven by his extraordinary ability, his body was like a cannonball, and it hit the sunken ship with a sharp outline.
Boom!
The heavy sound of the collision between the air wall and the seawater erupted violently. Two meters away from the sunken ship deck, Alger, who was accelerating like a cannonball, suddenly stopped moving forward and stopped strangely in the seawater.
On his face covered with traces of vicissitudes of life, there were traces of blood, and scarlet liquid escaped from his nostrils.
The acceleration and emergency stop just now caused some damage to his body!
Originally, due to the strong water pressure around him, Alger planned to use a trick and use the force of the air waves to crash directly into the sunken ship. However, just when he had gathered a wind wall and planned to break through forcefully, the pendant on his chest and himself
His spiritual intuition gave him a crazy warning at the same time!
It turned out to be a barrier... Judging from the data, this ship should have sunk for more than a thousand years. Is the defense mechanism still running... Alger looked at it in disbelief, and saw a ship dozens of meters long in front of him.
A three-masted sailboat with a frown on its face.
Although there was a dull pain everywhere in his body now, a feeling of excitement could not help but rise from his heart.
With the gaze of Mr. Fool, I would definitely not become a pawn consumed by His Highness Edmund, and a barrier that had lasted for thousands of years had silently exposed another treasure on the ship.
A certain item on this ship itself, or with the help of special features in the spirit world, can create a defensive barrier for a long time!
In the church, this can at least be ranked as a level 1 sealed object, not necessarily a demigod, but one with strong enough abilities!
Alger took a slow, difficult breath, and touched the pendant floating in the sea with his right hand, his spirituality spreading.
A melodious Elvish song sounded, and illusory blue butterflies grew strangely out of the sea water. Ignoring the sea water and water pressure, they flew freely and wantonly, forming a medium-sized line in front of Alger.
, an oval door that just allows him to pass through.
Alger hesitated a little, and a trace of envy flashed through his golden shimmering eyes. He put his right hand on his left arm, which was unable to move and had suffered a greater impact. Feeling the pain, he immediately passed through the dark sea.
Butterfly door in hazy purple light.
Wow.
Along with the cold water, Alger set foot on the sunken ship that had not been visited for more than 1,000 years. His golden eyes were particularly obvious in the darkness.
He stepped on the floor that had been corrupted by time and had a layer of mud attached to the surface, but had become crispy. He walked creaking through the deep but unreasonable corridor, following the guidance of the pendant, turning seven times.
After turning eight turns, we stopped in front of an unremarkable oil painting decoration.
Part of the color of this oil painting has peeled off, and only the relatively rich parts are still stubbornly hanging on the canvas, distorting the entire picture and giving people a sense of the spiritual world.
The guide in the pendant disappeared, but it also showed that this oil painting was the entrance to the so-called secret room.
"The first test..." Alger said to himself.
His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken a word in days or weeks.
His rough right hand was stained with seawater, and he tentatively touched the dry and cracked oil painting canvas, dissolving the lumped paint residue.
Alger's spiritual warning was not triggered, but his brows furrowed even more tightly, almost knitting together.
It seems that without some stimulation, this channel will not appear, and even its warning measures will not respond.
He does not think that this secret room will collapse due to the erosion of time. The barrier outside the ship is the best proof.
Boom, boom, boom.
Several wind blades condensed rapidly, burst out at zero distance, and hit the wall where the oil painting hung.
With no clue at all and time being urgent, he used the most primitive method, which is also the most commonly used method by the Church of Storms, to attack directly!
Although this is accompanied by greater risks, it is the easiest way to force abnormalities.
Sure enough, the sharp wind blade seemed to have hit a city wall. Although no dust was thrown up, the paint blocks on the surface of the oil painting seemed to have regained their extraordinary power, gradually disintegrating and transforming into the twisted brilliance unique to the spiritual world.
Suddenly, that ball of light attacked Alger without any warning, forcing him to take a few steps back quickly, the wind blades and the light in his eyes firing together.
But that ball of light seemed to be a body without material, and neither the pure wind nor the thrust of the attacking spirit could harm it at all.
The violent attack only caused it to reveal its original form, and it was forced to retreat to the oil painting. Together with the dissolved paint, it expanded unnaturally and slipped from the wall, forming a decrepit old man.
His face did not look like a real person, and his eyeballs were shriveled and had lost their luster and moisture.
Over a long period of time, the original guardian has also lost his life, leaving only the spirit of obsession.
Alger ignored him and walked to the end of his own path with the disappearing wall.
Although there was some drama, the secret room actually opened like this.
Under dark vision, Alger saw the items in the secret room ahead that shone with spiritual light. He hurriedly tried to move forward, regardless of the extraordinary properties that had not been released from the corpses on the ground.
Just when he had raised his legs and was about to walk around the corpse room where the caretaker had been, a question suddenly popped into his mind.
"Crew on the ship, where are all the bodies on this ship?"
"Why is there only the body of the caretaker left that didn't appear at first, but seemed to be sealed in the portrait by something, and could only be powerlessly consumed by time and died?"
Drops of cold sweat broke out on Alger's forehead, and he suddenly realized that the entire environment had become extremely silent at some point, and the sound of the surging seawater disappeared.
"The mountain, the mountain has collapsed, the dragon, the dragon is injured."
"The woolly bear, the buffalo, and the lion, and the rooster, and the centipede, and the rooster, they are all dead."
"Lucky, lucky, the thundering wind sends away the seeds, and the people of fire will never wither."
Without warning, a distant fairy nursery rhyme sounded from nowhere...
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On the carriage driving to Backlund Bridge, Ian was observing the flow of people outside the window, while Klein was quietly looking ahead, switching to a spiritual perspective from time to time, taking the opportunity to move his neck to observe his surroundings
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Moving his neck again, Klein was watching the bridge suspension columns outside the window gradually coming into view, when he noticed that in the reflection of the car window, a woman wearing a black palace dress suddenly appeared.
Her body is miniature, her hair is light blond, her eyes are blue, her appearance is exquisite, but her face is very pale, like a top-notch doll.
Wearing a small black soft hat, her eyes seemed to penetrate the mask, looking into Klein's pure brown eyes, and nodded slightly.