Seeing Duke's eyes illuminated by the white flames, Sean's adrenaline secreted crazily, causing his heartbeat to speed up suddenly.
If it were an ordinary person or a less experienced explorer, he might have been so frightened that his legs would become weak or he might have run away.
The light of the divine root soothed Sean's shocked soul, which prevented him from losing himself in the huge shock.
The ectoplasmic tentacles instantly pushed the M1920 revolver in the gun bag into Sean's hand. There were three ordinary bullets and three ectoplasmic bullets in the bullet chamber.
The vicious blade has also released a dangerous rust color around Sean.
"It's useless...Mr. Mist." Duke had turned his head, and in the light of the lighter, his facial features were blurred. "He is an existence you can't imagine..."
Sean heard a sickening sound coming from the dark door behind him.
It was like the sound of wearing rubber shoes stepping on the muddy ground on a rainy day, or the sound of a giant meat grinder constantly churning minced meat.
The sound was deep and huge, rolling in...
Pointing the revolver at Duke, Sean's eyes turned cold: "What is that?"
Duke lowered his head and chuckled: "That is... the ultimate wise man, the one who knows all the answers...
"Epiphanic scholar?"
"He acts very carefully, so even in this place where the explorers are the densest, he is not exposed and only exists in rumors..." Duke pushed up his glasses, "As an ignorant person who stepped here, I He caught me. However, I accepted a deal - luring nine souls here for him to enjoy in exchange for my freedom..."
Professor Duke showed a satisfied smile: "Mr. Mist, you are the ninth soul.
"You may be angry, but I still have to thank you for your help..."
There was a loud bang, the gun flame of the M1920 was particularly obvious in the darkness, and the bullet accurately focused on Levin Duke's chest.
Professor Duke was shocked by the bullet and took a step back, but the bullet was like hitting a scarecrow. The hole could be seen, but no blood flowed out.
The professor looked at the wounds on his body and shook his head: "It's useless. I tried to commit suicide, but it was useless - my death is forbidden..."
Behind the door, the weird sound became louder and louder. It sounded like someone was inserting a stick into the head to stir the brain.
The only exit is the direction from which the huge threat is coming.
Sean realizes he's about to come face to face with something very scary.
The desperate situation once again inspired the courage in his heart. Sean used ectoplasm to raise the only light source, threw away the bullet nest, and stuffed an ectoplasm bullet with "vicious" properties.
He walked towards the darkness deep in this hall, and the mask as deep as the sea of mist faced Duke: "Thank you for your story.
"Also, even though you led me into the wolf's den, I will still give you your freedom."
The Jack-class explorer named "Mist" disappeared into the thick darkness.
Duke's eyes were cold and he walked backward towards the door.
The separation in the darkness symbolizes the real break between the two.
"The first thing to solve is the sight problem." Sean turned to face the dark door in the distance and analyzed the upcoming battle.
When facing scary things, the most important thing is to stay calm. Sean has obviously grown a lot after his trip to Undercurrent Street.
The ectoplasmic tentacles quickly rolled down several tomes from the bookshelf, and Sean used a lighter to ignite the books suspended in the air as a temporary torch.
"This is an act of blasphemy against knowledge and inheritance..." Sean thought with a little heartache, "However, God can tell you - I cannot fight a battle blindly."
The ectoplasmic tentacles held the lighter and "book torch" from a distance, illuminating the center of the hall, while Sean himself was still lurking in the darkness.
Finally, the being who made the strange noise slowly "flooded" into the hall with only one exit.
Through the firelight, Sean saw clearly the "scholar of enlightenment"...
He is like a tide pouring into the hall, but this tide is made of brain tissue that is constantly beating.
Sean had an illusion - as if the black door hole was the wound opened on the creation giant's head, and the huge brain flowed out of the wound.
A unique stench that can only be smelled during surgery filled the hall. Sean gritted his teeth hard and puffed up his cheeks to control his urge to vomit.
Eight figures in black robes were submerged in the knee-high "brain river", moving parallel with the influx of amorphous objects...
"The eight innocent people seduced by Duke... are like seekers forcibly controlled by the epiphany scholar..."
Duke was now huddled in the corner of the door, looking at the "Epiphany Scholar" who could no longer be described in words with fanatical and fearful eyes.
Electricity visible to the naked eye flashed in his brain, and the eight figures took off their hoods.
Sean saw that their heads above their noses were gone.
The eight seekers received the instruction, and crawled toward Sean at an unnerving speed from the ground, bookshelves, and even the high ceiling. The firelight made their shadows jump, making them look particularly strange. Abrupt and weird.
Scholars of enlightenment, this tide composed of brain tissue continues to surge forward, rolling in, and the sticky and greasy sound alone is enough to drive people crazy.
The indescribable and amorphous horror completely blocked Sean's escape path.
"There is no chance of victory in ground combat." Sean judged, "We can only use three-dimensional maneuver tactics."
Thinking like this, Sean's ectoplasmic tentacles swung toward the bookshelf above like a rope loop.
Sean suddenly found that the ectoplasm tentacles he threw out were significantly extended, reaching a height that was absolutely impossible before.
He frowned: "Why?"
Sean suddenly realized: "This is a lucid dream!"
When a person has a lucid dream, they can manipulate the dream as they wish, including allowing the ectoplasm to easily extend beyond its limits.
Sean scratched the back of his hand with the sacred pattern dagger, and the pain suddenly awakened his consciousness.
The dream shattered, and Sean saw a seeker standing in front of him, biting his neck fiercely.
The vicious blade instantly penetrated the seeker's body and nailed him to the desk. His teeth clenched in vain, making an unwilling clanging sound.
"It's so dangerous!" Sean breathed in suddenly, "I want to make sure I don't fall into a nightmare!"
He knew that the "divine root" had a high level and could ensure that he would not easily fall into a dream, so he focused part of his mind on the symbol in the center of the "Private Museum", making the divine root glow slightly.
"In this case, at least you won't fall into a nightmare without knowing it..."
Another seeker climbed up along the side bookshelf, jumped suddenly, stretched his arms forward, and grabbed Sean.
Sean's ectoplasm had been wrapped up on the high-rise bookshelf. He jumped suddenly and jumped high into the air. At the same time, the revolver in his hand exploded repeatedly. The gun flames suddenly flashed in the darkness, reflecting the silhouette of Sean rising into the air. The seekers who have failed to make the effort are beaten into a sieve.
As Sean rose upwards, the seeker approaching from the ceiling rushed over from above. Sean's head tilted, and the burning book torch in the air hit it, causing it to fall to the ground screaming and burning. .
In the flickering light of the fire and the howls of the seekers, Sean once again lit up a book torch.
The epiphany scholar on the ground was approaching, and stretched out a group of tentacles full of back ditches to attack Sean. Electric light flashed in the back ditch, and Sean felt his body go numb, his muscles twitched, and he fell from the air.
"Electric shock effect!" Sean gritted his teeth, threw the ectoplasm in the air, hooked it on the dusty chandelier, and like an ape, used invisible vines to swing over the pile of amorphous things on the ground.
The holy light bomb with its lead unplugged exploded on the ground, and the enlightened scholar let out a strange howl, like an injured echinoderm, and his whole body shrank suddenly.
Sean fired several shots in the air, and the gunfire illuminated his determined face. A seeker who was waiting in place and wanted to catch Sean fell from the bookshelf, while Sean clung to its original position. .
The two seekers jumped up fiercely on the wall, and two bunches of soul blades shining with rust nailed them back to the wall even more fiercely.
Sean moved his position again, narrowly avoiding an electric shock from the epiphany scholar, and inhaled a wisp of smelling salts in the air. He felt the energy coming from his dream, but the divine root resisted that power.
This time he stayed awake and accidentally saw that when the scholar used the power of dreaming, he seemed to open up a part of himself...
An idea flashed in Sean's consciousness, and he squinted his eyes: "The evil god in charge of dreams, the epiphany scholar who can make people fall into nightmares..."
He suddenly realized what he had been ignoring just now: "The enlightened scholar possesses the evil god's 'divine feather'!"
If "unconscious dreaming" is just an ordinary effect of the divine feathers it possesses, Sean believes that the enlightenment scholar can use the divine feathers to do very terrible things...
"So it gave me an electric shock in the hope that I would fall to the ground and close the distance between us...
"After falling to the ground, I'm afraid I will fall into a very scary dream."
Sean threw out the bullet nest, loaded all the remaining ectoplasm bullets into the bullet nest, and while swinging in another direction in the air, fired several shots at the epiphany scholar on the ground.
Neither the ectoplasm bullets nor the ordinary bullets seemed to cause effective damage to that large amount of brain matter.
"He must have a core..." Next to him, another seeker approached. Sean's ectoplasm curled up with the sacred pattern dagger and rolled into his heart, and he slammed the attacker to the ground.
There is only one minion of the epiphany scholar left, and Sean's spiritual quality is also consumed greatly, and the battle has reached a stalemate.
While Sean was still thinking about how to deal with the other party, the tentacles of the epiphany scholar reached into the corner where Professor Duke was hiding.
Duke screamed: "No! This is different from what we agreed!"
Without a sufficient number of minions, the Enlightenment Scholar easily broke his promise.
Sharp teeth protruded from the brain tissue and pierced directly into Levin Duke's spine. Professor Duke burst into tears, snot, and saliva, and climbed up the bookshelf with his limbs twisted and screaming.
His body was severely lacking in exercise and could not bear such high-intensity movements. His howls of extreme pain resounded throughout the hall.
The screaming Duke cooperated with another seeker to attack Sean. Sean ignored the weak history professor and used ectoplasm to stuff a holy light bomb into the seeker's open mouth. The ectoplasm behind him Filled like a miserable red mist...
In the light that was mostly obscured by the Holy Light Bullet, the "Mist of Grief" seeped into Duke's nerves, causing him to fall into a state of great grief. This was in great contradiction with the forced order issued by the scholar, causing the poor professor to twitch and fall to the ground. There was a tragic crisp sound of more than one bone breaking.
In order to avoid the sweeping tentacles, Sean, who had already eliminated all the seekers of knowledge, once again moved his position high in the air. He took a deep breath of psychic smelling salts, and his eyes revealed a solemn light that could see through the mystery.
