"Fallen!" A demonic word full of defilement and degeneration rang out.
A tendency towards degeneration appeared around the Prophet Clone, and the air seemed to be covered with a slightly viscous black liquid.
As soon as the signs of Fall emerged, a sacred, bright, radiant, and pure warm light immediately followed, and the power of the Sun domain directly Purified the nascent Fallen aura around him.
The Prophet Clone raised his free right hand, gathering light to condense a pure, Blazing White spear, as if composed of pure sunlight.
The spear was thrown by him the moment it formed, streaking through the air as a brilliant white light.
The dangerous premonition brought by demonization made Howl Constantine feel that he could not escape the impending attack no matter what, so he could only summon a gale to pull his body away while relying on the violent airflow to form a barrier around him.
The brilliant white stream of light easily penetrated the barrier formed by the gale, grazed the shoulder of the giant demon, and instantly expanded, illuminating the night sky.
The extremely vast aura of the Sun domain instantly dispelled the thin mist condensed by the surrounding cold death aura, and also scattered the remaining undead around Hal; they fled back into the bronze door standing on the deck.
Bang! The sound of a heavy object landing rang out; the tall demonic figure had disappeared, and Howl Constantine had reverted to his human body with some sea monster features, his left arm a completely blurred mess of flesh, still carrying a charred smell.
As a Beyonder of the Storm pathway, the spear casually thrown by the Prophet Clone did not cause him extra damage; relying on his strong vitality, he withstood the attack head-on.
His body crashed directly into the ship's cabin, accompanied by a clatter of breaking glass.
The Prophet Clone's movements paused; his intuition was suddenly triggered, as if something bad was about to happen.
"There's danger, the creatures of the Underworld inside me are warning me!"
Phoenix's voice came after the Prophet Clone's intuition was triggered.
The Prophet Clone's eyes quickly became covered in white, his vision changed, and his surroundings instantly became dim and eerie; he saw shattered mirrors scattered everywhere in the cabin, and saw Howl Constantine lying amidst these fragments.
He looked at the scattered mirror fragments with a dazed expression, as if seeing something extremely alluring through them.
He picked up a mirror fragment at some point, holding it with both hands and thrusting it into his heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of a heart beating echoed, becoming clearer and louder, reverberating throughout the entire Newins.
At this moment, all the pirates on the ship heard pounding heartbeats, whether they were conscious or unconscious; the heartbeats grew more and more violent, as if they were about to burst through their chests.
Phoenix's gaze turned cold and deep, like the gaze of the dead; he quickly scanned his surroundings and then said:
"Their auras are gradually merging into one, very strange, very crazy."
The silver-white in the Prophet Clone's eyes gradually faded, and he already roughly understood what had happened.
He sighed softly, looked at the crimson moonlight spilling from the sky, and felt that the Concealment effect he had left earlier was about to disappear; he pondered and said:
"Elena left herself a fallback that wasn't a fallback; she had already unknowingly tainted everyone on this ship. Every single one of them is a medium for her resurrection."
"When the original methods fail, or when more than half of the pirates on the ship die, this resurrection ritual will begin directly."
"Of course, once it reaches this point, what awaits her will inevitably be loss of control. Not to mention the conflicting characteristics on these people, with so many wills mixed together, even if she is a demigod, the only outcome is mental collapse."
Sia pursed her lips and chuckled scornfully:
"Heh, taking everyone down with her before she dies, that's certainly something she would do."
"I was wondering why her projection kept spouting nonsense to us before; turns out she was saying her last words."
"Should we leave?" Phoenix tilted his head to look at Sia.
Sia shook her head slightly, directly skipping the question and instead said:
"How much longer can you maintain this bronze door?"
"If there's no fierce fighting, I can maintain it for ten minutes. The more spirituality I consume, the shorter the duration I can maintain it."
Phoenix answered the question almost without thinking.
"You want to throw it into the Underworld?" The Prophet Clone tilted his head and asked.
Sia spoke indifferently, without much expression:
"I said, I am very willing to send her to the Underworld."
I didn't realize you meant physically sending her into the Underworld, the Prophet Clone muttered to himself.
A faint blue glow appeared in his eyes, and he softly chanted in Dragonese: "Concealment!"
As he chanted, he directly reached out and pulled out a calm and tranquil night sky in mid-air, covering the Concealment effect that was about to expire.
Bang! Bang! One black tentacle after another, like pythons, extended from various parts of the Newins.
These tentacles either carried black smoke, or were covered in frost, or entwined with silver-white electric light. Their tips all had an eye, either closed or open, carrying a crazy and tyrannical aura, as if they wanted to destroy everything they saw.
"Don't make eye contact with those eyes; you'll gradually turn to stone..." the Prophet Clone reminded him.
As he spoke, he pushed both hands forward, creating a tide-like pure "Yellow Light", and condensed it into a golden-yellow barrier in front.
Pounding sounds kept ringing out, the golden-yellow barrier constantly swayed, mixing with frost and black flames, scattering flakes of light.
The silver-white in the Prophet Clone's eyes flashed and disappeared; he pondered and said:
"It hasn't fully aggregated its characteristics and flesh for resurrection yet; the characteristics and wills of these pirates are holding it back."
"Ten minutes. If it's not resolved after ten minutes, we'll leave directly. Once my aura is exposed, the Storm Church people will quickly notice this place."
Sia was silent for a moment, then responded calmly: "Alright."
The Prophet Clone nodded gently to her, then took two steps forward, his arms half-open, as if embracing the rising sun.
His spirituality surged wantonly, and above the Newins, a huge pure orb of light entwined with countless sacred flames appeared out of thin air, like a miniature sun, emitting terrifying light and heat.
Golden-red sacred flames rained down like water, falling onto the python-like black tentacles; whether it was frost, black flames, or lightning, they rapidly melted away.
Amidst a sizzling sound, the flesh of the black tentacles ignited, like ignited grease, splattering golden-red sparks.
"Ah! So hot!"
"Save me"
"Don't… Um~"
At the tips of the black tentacles, figures of men and women grew out of the eye positions; they wailed in agony in the golden light, like real people.
Their wails lasted only a short while; upon realizing that the person in front of them was unmoved by their performance, they quickly reined in their expressions of pain.
Then these tentacles seemed to suddenly fall for each other, intertwining in pairs, the figures at their tips gazing deeply into each other's eyes, their surfaces rapidly covered with a layer of grayish-white.
The golden-yellow sacred flames fell on these grayish-white stones, calcining them to a fiery red, but failed to achieve the effect of destroying them.
Wisdom? Or instinct? It seems to have a tendency to become a magical item, the Prophet Clone muttered to himself, then expressionlessly tilted his head to look at Sia and Phoenix, who had their eyes closed, and softly said:
"Do you have any frost-type spells? Or spells that can create water flow?"
"Yes..." Sia responded in a deep voice.
As she spoke, she took two steps forward, creating a little distance, then softly chanted a Dragonese word:
"Frost!"
Specks of crystalline brilliance appeared in her hand, rapidly condensing. A moment later, she threw the crystalline stream of light upwards, and the air suddenly rained down streams of sparkling, translucent light.
These streams of light were dense and quickly covered the entire deck, falling onto the petrified grayish-white tentacles, instantly hanging icicles on them.
Snap~
The Prophet Clone lightly snapped his fingers, and the miniature sun in the air instantly burst forth with terrifying light and heat, pouring down layers of golden-red fire.
The ice crystals Sia had just created lasted only a second or two, melting directly, without even a chance for water vapor to form.
Along with the melting ice crystals, the grayish-white stones also melted. As the ice crystals dissolved, fine cracks appeared in the grayish-white stone statues, and they rapidly cracked further.
The Prophet Clone controlled the brilliant white miniature sun to cast down more golden-red sacred flames, completely engulfing all these tentacles.
"Ah!"
"Help… Save me…"
"I'm in so much pain, who can save me?"
"Ah~ I'm going to kill you… kill you…"
The tentacles shrieked again, their voices filled with resentment and hatred, but their voices quickly faded, leaving only the crackling sound of burning grease.
The golden-red flames continued to burn for a minute or two, until no sound was heard, and only then did the Prophet Clone stop, allowing the brilliant white miniature sun in the air to gradually dissipate, and the sacred flames scattered around also quickly disappeared.
The Newins had already been ignited by the scorching fire, and the crimson flames had spread throughout the entire ship.
The Prophet Clone's eyes flickered, a silver-white quickly passing through them; using the ability of prophecy, he saw some things that were about to happen:
In the cabin, all reflective surfaces became deep and eerie, as if countless things and layers of space were hidden within them.
Glossy black strands of hair intertwined and flowed out of the mirror surfaces, surging like a tide, submerging everything, devouring everything.
Everything they touched inevitably became tinged with grayish-white, and things with flesh would twist, extending limbs and heads, transforming into women of various sizes, with very beautiful appearances.
They stretched their enchanting bodies, possessing an irresistible allure.
Whether it was unfinished fish meat, or dried fish that had been made into jerky, or even the scattered pirate limbs from the previous battle...
At this moment, they all transformed into graceful and charming women, displaying the charm of women at different stages: some pure, some seductive, some bold and open, some shy and reserved, some fiery and passionate, some cold and arrogant—all exuding an indescribable charm that made one want to sink into them from the bottom of their heart.
The images that appeared in his mind stopped here, as if any further development would lead to the characteristics and uncontrolled flesh of the Demoness of Undying in the Mirror World directly devouring and assimilating the entire Newins.
The Prophet Clone looked up at the bronze-colored door covered with intricate patterns, and said thoughtfully:
"Throw all reflective objects around into the Underworld. The characteristics and flesh hidden in the Mirror World have completely lost control. The will of the Primordial Demoness once descended upon her, and perhaps some contamination still remains."