Part 4 The Undead Chapter 167 The Spirit World of the Raging Sea
”Dixie’s pies are made with more ingredients than Birkeland’s, but they like to add some locally produced spices, so the first few bites will feel a bit strange, and then you’ll feel something else after you get used to it. …… “Klein was sitting in his hotel room, taking a bite of the oily pies from time to time, and sipping a a bit of cool, refreshing sweet iced tea, and was having a rather pleasant time.
When he had eaten and drunk enough, he didn’t clean up right away, picking up the bowler hat that was sitting on the chair next to him and putting it on top of his head.
At the same time, his left palm glove suddenly became transparent, and his entire person quickly faded and disappeared.
Klein had entered the spirit world and was “traveling” to Hakata Harbor on the Sea of Rage to find food for the “Creeping Hunger”.
The Port of Escoson he was in was indeed part of the Gulf of Dixie, but not at any point along the coastline, because it was an island, the southernmost island in the Gulf of Dixie, and crossing it meant entering the Sea of Berserk.
Therefore, Klein had just traveled towards the predetermined coordinates for a second when an anomaly appeared in front of his eyes:
Nearby, the Spirit World’s air currents took shape, coiled into winds, and whistled, covering a large area that could not be seen, in which the light was dark, dark clouds accumulated, and lightning dyed with a sense of darkness streaked by one after another, illuminating the surrounding scene as if it was the end of the world.
At this moment, it was as if Klein had arrived at an ocean ruled by a never-ending storm, yet he truly knew that this was the Spirit World.
”Sure enough, as mentioned in many occult books, the great power of the God of Death when he fell not only changed the climatic environment of the ocean between the northern and southern continents, making it full of natural disasters, with many dangerous currents, and known for its fury, but it also broke the barrier between the real and the unreal, contaminating and destroying the corresponding Spirit Realm, so that the two sides influence each other… …In the region of the Berserk Sea, if one performs rituals involving the spirit world and uses abilities related to the spirit world, the odds are that accidents will occur and unforeseen changes will be produced ……” Klein burst into a fit of emotion, verifying the book’s account with the images he had seen with his own eyes.
In his opinion, if not for this, the countries of the northern continent would not have waited until Rossel the Great had explored the Safe Passage before they had the chance to invade the southern continent, after all, for many high sequence powerhouses, the normal concept of heavenly dangers could be directly bypassed.
The Rossel Safe Passage, not only in a geographical sense, but also on an occult level!
In other words, since the Raging Sea and the corresponding Spirit Realm influenced each other and overlapped with each other, Klein could directly refer to the local nautical atlases and navigate through the celestial hazards of the Spirit Realm.
Recalling what he had flipped through earlier, Klein found the correct location and entered the deep and obscure spirit world.
The sound of howling winds came from all directions, and even if it was just the aftermath, it blew a bit of coldness that originated from the depths of his soul or the marrow of his bones, which led him to believe that if he had been moving in a spiritual body and had not used the “Black Emperor” card, the “Tyrant” card or the Aztec Copper Whistle, he might have been quite seriously injured.
If he hadn’t been on the “safe channel” and faced the black storm full of death, he felt that even if he had a physical body, he probably wouldn’t have been able to carry it.
Compared to the winds, the deep lightning is even more dangerous, just one, Klein doubts that he can not withstand, as for the hidden whirlpools, swimming spirits, and another risk.
”Here is no substantial seawater, the end of the whirlpool I do not know what will be ……” Klein along the safe channel, not really fast to do the penetration, and now and then to survey the surrounding, accumulate insight.
Suddenly, he saw a strange creature.
It was dragging a huge scythe, located within the black storm, and consisted of skull head after skull head, bloated and huge.
Those skeleton heads were either gray or gray-black, not uniform in size and of many different races, layered on top of each other to construct a body, limbs, and head.
Almost at the same time that Klein saw this strange creature, it also found Klein, and all the skeleton heads turned at the same time, looking over in unison in a clicking motion that could not be concealed by the whistling sound.
The deep eye sockets were one after the other, one pressed against the other, too many to count.
Klein’s forehead jumped, using the ability to “travel”, directly across here, into the next section of safe channel.
The nearby illusory sea level, a bloody arm stretched out, a greenish-black illusory tentacles waved upward.
……
Outside Silver City, a black mausoleum was embedded into the ground upside down, like a pyramid that had turned over.
At this time, all the masonry crevices of this mausoleum had clumps of fine black plants growing out of them, and even the heavy gate at the entrance had been eroded.
Colin Iliad, with his swords at his back, stood outside the door with two other elders of the Council of Six, scrutinizing the passageway that sloped down into the earth.
Lovia, whose silver-gray hair was draped in curls, gazed quietly for a while and then said:
”That should do it.”
Compared to the past, when she had always switched between different mental states without any regularity, this “shepherd” elder was now deeply calm, without the slightest abnormality, with a pair of pale gray eyes that were introspective and profound.
Colin nodded gently and took out a bottle of potion from each of the two compartments of the belt around his waist, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it into his mouth.
His light blue eyes rapidly brightened, and veins stood out on his little wrinkled skin, tinted silver-white.
Immediately afterward, the chief drew a straight sword and spread the silver-gray ointment evenly over the surface.
As he prepared himself step by step, another elder of the Council of Six, Werther Hilmon, was doing something similar.
This shaved head, tattooed with a dark green symbol on the top, nearly 2.5 meters tall, looks no more than 45 years old on the surface, but the actual age of almost 80, he is also a Sequence 4 “Demon Hunter”, half-god, half-human existence, one of the main pillars of the Silver City.
–In Silver City, due to the lack of main materials, the residents know how to play the law, and have enough combat experience, so the promotion of the middle and low sequences are relatively simple, there are many extraordinary people in sequence 6, but from sequence 5 onwards, because of rituals and other aspects of the problem, the number of extraordinary people began to fall off a cliff, to the qualitative change in the sequence 4, it is not necessarily a generation of people. Sequence 4, it is even more a generation may not be able to produce one.
Werther Hilmon did not use the dual swords that the orthodox “Demon Hunters” used to use, in order to let the different ointments work at the same time, and to deal with more and more complicated situations, he carried an iron gray long hammer, and carried a huge bow that was huge for his height, as if it was a scaled-down giant that came out from the oil painting.
That giant bow was a magical item, the kind that didn’t have too many side effects, and it was recorded in Silver City’s history books, named for having shot and killed a huge dragon at the Demigod level, called:
”Dragon Hunting Bow”!
After making his preparations, Weet thumped the iron-gray long hammer and mortar in front of him, then removed the huge bow and slowly pulled it back.
The cauldrons coalesced with each other and grew longer and longer, forming a piercing and exuberant arrow between the back of the bow and the bowstring.
Just as Weet’s fingers pinching the bowstring had loosened, the long, electrifying arrow jumped directly onto the mausoleum’s door, which was full of weeds like human hair.
Without a sound, the heavy gate, as if it had already been corroded, suddenly split into pieces in the exploding electric light, shattering into debris and revealing a deep passageway.
This passageway flickered with a pale light, a glance could not see the end, giving a person an eerie cold feeling.
Two complex dark green symbols then protruded from Colin’s eyes, mirroring the scene at the entrance to the mausoleum to the center.
A few seconds later, he slung his sword in his hand and walked into the tomb, followed by Weet, who put on his Dragon Bow and drew his iron gray hammer.
Lovia, in her purple robes, passed through the shattered door with her hands empty and without any hesitation.
Along the passageway and steps, the three members of the “Council of Six” did not feel any impatience or uneasiness in the complete silence, letting the sound of their footsteps echo in the surroundings.
After walking through another floor, a river suddenly appeared in front of them, an illusory and dark river.
Below the surface of the river, a blood-colored arm that had been stripped of its skin, a green vine that bore the face of a baby, and a slippery tentacle with eyes were densely packed together, constantly leaping upwards in an attempt to grab everything that passed by.
At the edge of the river near the entrance, there was a group of figures, either high or low dressed in outdated clothing, walking back and forth with their backs turned to the three elders, seemingly worrying about how to cross the river.
Suddenly, one of them sensed someone approaching and slowly turned to look at Colin, Weet and Lovia.
It was an old man with hair that was all white, deep wrinkles at the corners of his forehead and mouth, light blue but empty eyes, and a numb and blank expression.
Colin Iliad’s eyes narrowed steeply, recognizing who the other man was.
This was his brother, the brother possessed by Amon, the brother whose life he had ended with his own hands!
Just then, the other silhouettes followed and turned around, revealing a face that Colin, Weet and Lovia were all very familiar with but unusually numb.
Lovia’s expression still didn’t change significantly, but behind her, at some point, an illusory knight of more than five meters had protruded.
This knight was wearing ancient silver full body armor, his eyes dark red like blood, burning like fire.
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After carefully traveling through the “safe channel” for about ten seconds, Klein arrived at the Berserk Sea’s Hakata Harbor, which was off the main channel, not belonging to any country, and was a free city for pirates.
After his feet stepped on the rocky surface, Klein who casually pinched a stranger’s face didn’t rush to enter the small harbor town with messy buildings, he probed his hand and took out an iron cigarette case from his coat pocket.
Just now in the spiritual world “stormy sea” in the process, he has noticed Aztec copper whistle is slightly trembling!
Undoing the “spiritual wall”, Klein opened the cigarette case and pinched the ancient and delicate copper whistle.
The copper whistle had lost its usual coldness and softness, and had a burning sensation, but this abnormality was fading fast.