Chapter 55: The Door of Knowledge and Shadow

Byrne was shocked, and then he understood why the sheriff's deputy was the only person who was close to being real on the spiritual island.

He is neither the lord of this city nor the hero who protects the most people, but he becomes the core of the emotional intersection of all the deceased lives.

This is obviously illogical.

The final reason turned out to be that he was the traitor. Byrne had never thought of this, and Irene and Grandma Nada were also surprised.

"Ha, ha ha ha, ha ha."

The originally silver-white armor gradually turned into pitch-black vines, and the smiling face on the clown's mask began to wriggle, as if some kind of insect was crawling under the black iron, and a strange sound that seemed to be half laughing came from his throat.

Bind soul.

A lower-level type of mysterious being, often transformed from the dead. They can retain the power they had in life, and on this basis possess some extraordinary characteristics of the undead type.

Byrne suddenly figured out the whole story and couldn't help but sneer and said:

"It must be that the Empire promised you something, but then failed to keep its word, so you finally discovered in pain and despair that you are just an extremely pathetic clown!"

He drew the flintlock from his waist and pointed it grimly at the clown.

"You are the most despicable traitor and the most pathetic clown. You must always apologize for what you did to the Syat people two hundred years ago."

Byrne despised traitors, especially those who betrayed their friends and family. They were undoubtedly scum who were selfish to the extreme.

“Ouch!”

The clown, who had transformed into a "bound spirit", roared and pounced on him. The knight, who was originally only at the middle level of the origin, now had his strength suddenly increased to the upper level of the origin after transforming into a monster, but he could no longer use his previous bloodline power.

Grandma Nada had already crawled to the side and encouraged the brother and sister spiritually.

She murmured to herself, "Praise you, praise the great God, you, you, you bless them and they will definitely win!"

The Soul-Bound Clown moved very quickly, and the Alchemical Flintlock's accuracy was questionable. Byrne had no way of ensuring that his bullet would hit the target, so he did not shoot immediately.

He suddenly drew out his sword and fought with the Soul-Bound Clown, using the extremely proficient swordsmanship in his memory to slash the Soul-Bound Clown time and time again, but his body was also caught several times.

Its claws were extremely sharp, and emitted a pale green glow. Byrne soon felt dizzy and could hardly withstand the attack mentally.

The consciousness in the spiritual world is not a real flesh and blood body in the real world. All the consequences of injuries will eventually be manifested on the spiritual level.

The stronger the spirituality, the more damage the conscious body can withstand. There is no doubt that the extraordinary people with sequence power have more advantages in the spiritual world.

Irene was holding another alchemical flintlock rifle and was slow to fire because the distance between the two sides was too close and it was easy to cause accidental injuries.

Thanks to the effect of the enhanced training of "deep memory", Byrne's swordsmanship skills are already top-notch in the mortal realm.

Even though he is not a melee type of Sequence Transcendent, his physical fitness is still much stronger than that of ordinary people.

However, Byrne had very little actual combat experience and possessed too little combat experience, at least far less than Lucius did at the beginning.

The Ghost-Bound Clown rushed over again and again, like a raging beast, completely losing its sanity. Trapped in a dilemma, Byrne suddenly recalled that he had fought with a similar creature before.

It was like a ferocious and injured ape, attacking almost madly, its sharp claws extremely intimidating.

He recalled how his father had fought, and looked at the wounds on his body, and suddenly he understood.

The Ghost-Bound Clown suddenly approached, and Byrne subconsciously wanted to attack but quickly retreated.

No, I can't launch an attack now. The distance is not enough and the wound will not be deep enough.

My father said that those who learn to control distance and timing in battle are the true masters.

Distance, timing, distance, timing…

“Ouch!”

The Soul-Bound Clown roared and raised its head, then suddenly jumped up and swooped down towards Byrne. After its feet left the ground, its body became difficult to dodge.

The time is now! Speed ​​up!

There was a flash of blue light in Byrne's eyes, and his whole body turned into a shadow, and in an instant he rushed out at an even faster speed!

He rushed forward suddenly, and made a simple forward stab just like Lucius did before!

"puff!"

The Soul Bound Clown's body was immediately pierced through the abdomen by the sword as it leaped over. It wailed in pain, but its body was still lifted up by Byrne's powerful strength.

Not far away, Irene was also praying quietly to the great Lord of the Lost.

"Great Lord of the Lost, please give me the power to bring destruction to those dead!"

Black light mixed with the breath of destruction wrapped around the bullet. Irene took a deep breath and had a strange feeling as if she was being guided by God.

It will hit, for He has already determined its fate.

"Bang!"

The bullet in the black light instantly drew a line of destruction, rushed towards the already dead soul, and directly hit the head of the Soul-Bound Clown.

You are so great!

Irene showed a contented smile, and the deepest part of her heart seemed to be filled with fulfilling faith.

The wailing stopped in an instant, and Byrne ran out of strength to put down the Soul-Bound Clown. The lowest level of mysterious existence gradually dissipated into a light blue spiritual light spot and returned to the mysterious spiritual world.

"It was a really outrageous experience. The spirit world is so weird."

Byrne sighed, with a vague sense of excitement deep in his heart. He felt that his practical experience had increased a lot.

The strength of supernatural power is decisive in battle.

However, actual combat experience will naturally play an extremely important role in battles of the same level.

Irene looked at the dissipated spirits and silently prayed to sacrifice them to the great Lord of the Lost, but nothing happened.

She felt sorry and said calmly:

"We are now at the outermost circle of the spiritual world, the fourth circle. The spiritual world is divided into four circles in total. The closer we are to the spiritual islands inside, the more real and larger the historical gaps they project are."

"It is said that if people suddenly enter the innermost circle, they may never notice the difference between there and the real world."

Granny Nada suddenly pointed in the air and shouted.

"That's, what is that!"

Irene and Byrne also looked over quickly and saw two completely different large whirlpools appearing in the air.

The purple swirl is intense and rich, the color extending outward from the core, gradually transitioning to a soft bright purple, as if it is emitting a faint light.

As it continues to rotate and twist, it creates a wonderful and fascinating light and shadow, as if there are endless secrets hidden inside.

The other vortex was pitch black.

It seemed like a gathering point of darkness, swallowing up all the light nearby. It was thick and opaque, spinning rapidly and irregularly, and it could lose control at any time.

The black vortex is like a dark painting, twisted, entangled and deformed, which makes people think of mysterious hidden forces.

They are the doors of spirituality.

Irene took a deep breath and finally reached her goal, but she was still feeling uneasy deep down inside:

"They are the 'Gate of Knowledge' and the 'Gate of Shadows'. Once you choose one, the other one will disappear, so we can only enter one of them."

She was quite excited because after finding the Shadow Gate, the Fisher family would be able to continuously produce new controlled extraordinary beings.

"The Gate of Knowledge?"

A strong curiosity suddenly emerged in Byrne's heart. The door of knowledge had a great appeal to him.

The things behind the door seemed like the most important treasure and the closest family member, making him want to touch them quickly.

"Erin, what's behind the door of knowledge?"

He stared at the purple vortex, subconsciously took half a step forward, and could hardly move his eyes away.

"It's forbidden knowledge, or even some extraordinary knowledge that doesn't exist in our world. It may not be useful, but knowing it will almost always cost you a permanent price."

Irene noticed that something was wrong with Byrne, and immediately walked up to him, put her hand on his shoulder, and warned him:

"Don't be tempted by knowledge. We just need to do what we have to do. Let's go through the Shadow Gate quickly and let Granny Nada take that potion!"

Byrne suddenly came back to his senses, nodded, took a deep breath, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The forbidden knowledge behind the vortex seemed to have life and was tempting him just now!

(End of this chapter)