This idea flashed through Li Wen's mind. Before she could think about it deeply, an extremely suppressed roar, like a beast on the verge of death, had already torn the eerie silence in the square.
"Lies! All lies!"
Joseph In his scarlet eyes, his already unstable reason suddenly collapsed. He could not accept that the great master whom he had followed for decades, regarded as a god, and even sold his soul to the curse, had turned into ashes a hundred years ago. The collapse of this kind of faith was far more painful than the death of the body.
"The master is immortal! He will never die!" Joseph's roar no longer sounded like a human voice, and the flesh and blood around him began to squirm and proliferate crazily in a disgusting way. The gray skin was cracked inch by inch, dark red muscle tissue and pale bones penetrated, entangled and twisted with each other. His body expanded to dozens of meters in just a few seconds, turning into a shapeless and terrifying giant made of broken bones, rotten flesh and sticky blood.
"Kill him! Kill him for me!" On the blurry face of the flesh and blood giant, countless mouths opened at the same time, emitting overlapping roars. He gave the final order to "Mist Devourer" suspended in mid-air.
On the Ghost Ship, the zombie-like pirates seemed to have been injected with the final madness. They let out a silent scream, and the hatred Soulfire ignited in their empty eyes. Then, like dumplings, they jumped from the side of the ship dozens of meters high one by one, and launched a death-defying charge towards the withered magician figure in the center of the square.
At the same time, the flesh-and-blood giant transformed by Joseph also took heavy steps, leaving a deep, sizzling corrosive hole on the ground with every step, and headed straight towards Poe Derian with great momentum.
Facing this scene like a picture of hell, most of the people present subconsciously retreated, with horror written on their faces. Edgar and his Investigation Squad quickly formed a defensive formation, while Victoria was quietly protected in the center. Spade K even rolled around and hid behind a broken stone pillar, only daring to poke out half of his head, watching all this in horror.
However, there was no change in the wrinkled face of Poe Drian, who was at the center of the storm, and he did not even raise his eyelids. He just stood there quietly, as if the pirate undead army that had made waves in the outer sea before him was just a breeze blowing in his face.
It wasn't until the first group of undead pirates rushed into the square, less than twenty meters away from him, that he slowly raised his hand that was like a dead branch.
There are no spells, no magic circles, not even any obvious fluctuations in magic power.
He just lightly pressed towards the ground.
Just such a simple action, sudden changes occurred.
With him as the center, the ground of the entire square, those ancient stone slabs covered with gray-white sediment and silt, suddenly glowed with a strange shimmer, like the veins of the rock itself. The next moment, all the undead pirates who stepped into the square suddenly stiffened, as if they were choked by an invisible force.
Immediately afterwards, a layer of gray-white stone texture spread up from their feet at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly covering their entire bodies. Whether it was the rotting flesh, the stark white bones, or the burning Soulfire eye sockets, they were all completely petrified in just an instant. Their charging posture was forever frozen, turning into lifelike statues full of death and despair, standing quietly on the square.
In just a moment, dozens of fierce undead pirates became a silent stone forest.
This strange and terrifying scene made everyone feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts. At this time, Joseph transformed into a flesh-and-blood giant, its huge fist was already carrying the fishy wind, and was about to hit Poe Derrian's thin body.
The old magician slowly raised his head, and his turbid eyes calmly stared at the huge Flesh-and-Blood Creation in front of him, exuding endless malice, with even a trace of pity in his eyes.
He raised his hand again. This time, it was not pointed at the ground, but at the "Sky Dome" above his head, which was made of sea water and had a faint blue halo.
"Light..." His dry lips opened and closed slightly, spitting out a weak syllable.
In an instant, the already extremely weak sunlight shining through from above the sea became extremely bright in an instant, as if it had received some kind of supreme order. Countless rays of light were forcibly peeled off and pulled from the blue "Sky Dome". They gathered and solidified in mid-air, turning into tens of thousands of tangible spears that shone with holy brilliance.
The spears of light were like rain hanging upside down, densely covered above the flesh and blood giant. The tip of each spear exuded pure and blazing energy that could purify all filth.
"... It's also a sharp blade."
As Poe Drian's last words fell, thousands of light spears suddenly fell.
Without giving the flesh and blood giant any time to react, the heavy rain made of light poured down.
laugh! laugh! laugh!
There were countless dull sounds of sharp blades penetrating flesh and blood. The huge body of the flesh and blood giant was riddled with holes from head to toe, inside and out, by countless spears of light in an instant. Those huge bodies composed of rotten flesh and broken bones melted and purified quickly like snow meeting the sun the moment they came into contact with the light spears, and large tracts of white steam emerged.
A shrill howl, unlike anything a living thing could utter, filled with extreme pain, came from the depths of the giant's shapeless body. Its huge body quickly disintegrated and shrank under the baptism of light and rain. Finally, after a violent convulsion, it collapsed and turned back into the bloody human body of Joseph. It lay on the ground like a rag, with spears still emitting glimmering on its body. It was already breathing more and less.
One blow, just one blow, completely destroyed a Stage 5 flesh-and-blood path transcendent known for his tenacious vitality.
This absolute power gap caused everyone present to fall into speechless shock, and there was a dead silence in the square.
However, at this moment, a dull "creaking" sound, like the friction of tectonic plates, came from above their heads.
Li Wen suddenly raised his head, his pupils narrowed. I saw a slight crack appearing without warning on the seawater barrier that was forcibly opened by magic and was called "Sky Dome". Then, more cracks spread quickly like a spider web.
The cold seawater seeped in along the cracks. At first it was just dripping, but soon it turned into curtains of water and poured down.
"It seems that without the support of Mage Tower, this waterless land will no longer exist." Poe Derrian looked at the scene of imminent collapse above his head, with an unexpected expression on his face. He looked around at the people with different expressions in the square, and his hoarse voice sounded again.
"As you can see, this space is about to collapse. It won't take long before the endless sea water will completely crush everything here. If you want to survive, there is only one way."
His eyes swept across the crowd, and finally landed on Philip, who was pale and almost unsteady on his feet.
"There is an ancient Teleportation Array hidden deep in the ruins of this city. It was the last retreat left by the ancestors of Lorenteen. As long as we can reactivate it, we can escape from this dead city." The old magician's tone was unhurried, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him. "However, to activate that magic circle, an extremely large and pure magic power needs to be injected in an instant. I no longer have that power, I need a 'key'."
"A caster with enough potential and affinity for magic can become this key. "As he spoke, the corner of Poe Derien's mouth curved in an unexplainable arc, and in his cloudy pupils, there was a glint of light that Li Wen couldn't understand, but that made her instinctively feel dangerous.
"Then who is willing to help me, an old man who has only a few days to live, with a small and innocuous favor?"