Experienced Transmigrators Had Plenty of Experience

Alexander's face turned ashen. He looked to the side without saying a word. He didn't understand and had no idea what Russell was talking about.

"Haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously. After all, I'm a priest, not a devil!"

Russell chuckled it off. He was merely a bit cunning, slightly shameless, mildly vengeful, and possessed a negligible amount of persecution complex—far from being worse than an animal. Overall, he was still within the realm of a good person, a sign of maturity, and would never force his father to push his son into a pit.

So, I was just joking, just saying it casually!

Russell raised his hand, scooped up the water on the ground, and poured it into the unknown passage that appeared to be a spatial rift. He immediately frowned. After the water flowed in, there was no further communication. The Nenya, Ring of Water had lost its target.

Just then, Amelia moved, stepped forward and kicked... in the lower back of the Werewolf soldier. The unfortunate guy screamed and fell into the smooth surface without knowing what was happening.

Russell frowned and began to reprimand, "This is a one-time exception; don't let it happen again!"

Amelia smiled, "Understood, there won't be a next time."

Faced with a predicament, someone always has to step up and play the bad cop. Amelia went to great lengths to please Russell... no, she's never been a good woman to begin with, so this action is very much in line with her character.

Less than five seconds later, the Werewolf warrior leaped out of the plane, glared at Amelia, and said to Russell, "Father, there's no danger inside, but there are many, many... uh, mirrors!?"

The Werewolf warrior didn't understand what he was seeing either, and after gesturing for a long time, he still couldn't explain it clearly. Seeing this, Lucian jumped down, and returned a moment later, nodding solemnly. "My lord, there is no danger inside."

Lucian couldn't clearly express what he saw, which piqued Russell's interest. He stepped into the unknown passage, and the scenery before him changed drastically in an instant.

Between the gray sky and the sky, a corridor was paved with black gravel. Countless oval mirrors floated on both sides of the corridor. The mirrors were about the height of a person. With the eyes filled with Magic Power, the mirrors were in the shape of black vortexes.

Russell glanced at the mirror he had entered through, lost in thought, and continued along the gravel path. The others followed one after another, marveling at the extraordinary sight before them.

Multiverse? Dimensional space? Quantum Tunnel? Anywhere door?

Just as Russell was lost in thought, a daring Werewolf reached out to touch the mirror, drawing his attention. To his disappointment, the Werewolf's hand didn't pass through the mirror; it touched something but was blocked.

After walking along the corridor for five minutes, Russell was still surrounded by countless mirrors, but strangely, he saw Selene and Michael ahead of him.

What are you doing here?

Michael, seeing Russell's stunned expression, pointed to the corridor behind him and said, "Just now, Selene and I were walking in opposite directions, and then..."

The corridor is a loop!

Russell nodded to himself, like a circle, the starting point being the ending point. But the next second he froze, as William's roar and Alexander's furious howl came from directly below, right beneath his feet.

"William!!"

Russell had a flash of inspiration: the corridor wasn't circular, but rather Mobius Strip with curved sides, an infinitely looping path.

"Michael, Selene, you two stay here and don't move an inch!" Russell said, running quickly forward. "Michael, whatever you're doing, make a sound so I can pinpoint your location."

Watching Russell's disappearing figure, Michael licked his lips. "Selene, can I sing?"

Selene hesitated for a second, then silently nodded. Michael then began singing an extremely cheesy love song. The gist of the lyrics was: I'm handsome, you're beautiful, and since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we go on a date?

Following Michael's singing, Russell ran to where the two were standing. At that moment, the Cross necklace on his chest straightened, guiding him to look at the oval mirror on his left.

Clearly, the other mirrors were sealed off for some reason, while this one was a passageway that Alexander used to chase his foolish son and completed a journey through time.

"Why was William able to find the right path? Was it Beast's instinct, or...?"

After a moment's thought, Russell realized that it was quite possible that the mysterious man, the bat, the wolf, and the Beggar Witch who had called themselves the Plague Knight all came from the world behind the mirror.

If we think even further ahead, maybe Sister Madeline was one too!

Russell gripped the Cross necklace tightly and shouted to gather everyone's attention. As expected, Alexander and William were already gone.

"Get ready, a new world is about to open up for us..."

At this point, Russell paused slightly. "It's a very dangerous world. Vampires and Werewolf originated from that world. Anyone who wants to leave can do so now, because your lives are in danger at any time, and I cannot guarantee your safety."

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Lucian had intended to use his authority as the leader of the werewolves to force everyone to join in, but Russell stopped him.

In the end, besides Lucian, Selene, and Michael, only five Werewolf soldiers remained, making a total of nine with Russell. Amelia hesitated; their fates were uncertain, and she considered retreating to become the vampire queen. Gritting her teeth, she stood beside Russell.

The ten-person team gathered, passed through the mirror, and arrived in a forest.

The eerie Black Forest is shrouded in mist, with twisted ancient trees all around, each one baring its fangs and claws, their full forms obscured by the hazy mist, appearing from afar like a still scene of demons dancing wildly.

Russell turned around and waved, only to find nothing behind him. His face immediately darkened. This was a one-way teleportation, leaving him no way out.

"Don't worry, if it's a one-way crossing, the bats and wolves definitely can't get through. The way back should be somewhere else." Seeing that the others' expressions were not right, Russell offered a timely word of comfort. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he just wanted to reassure them.

"My lord, do you know which way to go?" Amelia sniffed the air. There was a faint, chilly scent in the air, but for some reason, it made her feel comfortable.

Russell glanced at the Cross on his chest, which remained motionless, like a dead fish lying on its stomach.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. Experienced time travelers are experts at finding their way. "First, find a branch, then let the master make the decision..."

"Uh, sir, I have an easier way." Lucian hesitated for a moment before saying, "There is a lingering human scent in the air, and there is at least one village nearby, or perhaps a town."

Russell picked up a twig and stood it on the ground, asking expressionlessly, "Which direction?"

"South!"

"What a coincidence, I just asked the Lord, and He also told me it's south," Russell said, releasing the branch and pointing the tip to the right.

A ostensible guidance, but in reality a force imposed by human intervention, leaves the tree branches powerless to resist.

Lucian looked at the eastward direction the tree branch pointed to and nodded firmly. "You're right, sir. I spoke too much!"