Chapter 55: The Door of Knowledge and Shadow

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

He was neither the lord of this city nor the hero who protected the most people, but he became the core of the emotions of all the dead souls.

It was obviously illogical.

The final reason was that he was the traitor. Byrne had never thought of this, and Irene and Granny Nada were also surprised.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe."

The silver-white armor gradually turned into a pitch-black vine, and the smiling face on the clown mask began to wriggle, as if some kind of insect was wriggling under the black iron, and a strange sound that seemed to be laughing but not laughing came out of his throat.

Bound spirit.

A relatively low-level mysterious existence, often transformed from the dead, they can retain their power before death, and on this basis have some extraordinary characteristics of the dead type.

Byrne suddenly figured out the cause and effect, and couldn't help but sneered and said:

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

He pulled out a flintlock from his waist and pointed it coldly at the clown.

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

Byrne despised traitors, especially those who betrayed their relatives and friends. They were undoubtedly scum who were extremely selfish.

"Ah!"

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

Grandma Nada had already rolled and crawled to the side, encouraging the brother and sister spiritually.

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

The soul-binding clown moved very fast, and the accuracy of the alchemical flintlock rifle was worrying. Byrne could not ensure that his bullet could hit the target, so he did not shoot immediately.

He suddenly drew out his sword and tangled with the soul-binding clown, exerting the extremely skilled swordsmanship in his memory, and slashed the soul-binding clown again and again, but his body was also caught several times.

Its claws were extremely sharp and carried a pale green light. Byrne soon felt dizzy and almost couldn't bear the attack mentally.

The consciousness in the spiritual world is not the real flesh and blood in the real world. All the consequences of being injured are finally reflected in the spiritual level.

And the stronger the spirituality, the higher the damage that the consciousness can withstand. There is no doubt that the extraordinary people with sequence power have an advantage in the spiritual world.

Irene held another alchemical flintlock rifle and hesitated to shoot because the fighting distance between the two sides was too close and it was easy to accidentally hurt each other.

Relying on the effect of "deep memory" intensive training, Byrne's swordsmanship skills are already first-class in the mortal realm.

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

However, Byrne has experienced very little actual combat and has too little combat experience, at least far less than Lucius at the beginning.

The bound spirit clown rushed over again and again, like a violent beast, completely losing his normal mind. Byrne, who was in trouble, suddenly remembered that he had fought with some similar creatures.

It was like a ferocious and injured ape, attacking almost crazily, and its claws were extremely deterrent.

He recalled how his father had fought, and looked at the injured part of his body, and suddenly realized.

The bound spirit clown suddenly approached, and Byrne subconsciously wanted to attack but quickly retreated.

No, we can't 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 true masters.

Distance, timing, distance, timing...

"Ah!"

The soul-binding clown screamed and raised his head, suddenly jumped up and swooped down towards Byrne. After his feet left the ground, his body became difficult to dodge.

Now! Speed ​​up!

Blue light flashed in Byrne's eyes, and the whole person turned into a residual image, and in an instant he rushed out at a faster speed!

He rushed forward suddenly, just like Lucius in the past, using a simple forward stab!

"Puff!"

The soul-binding clown's jumping body was immediately pierced through the abdomen by the sword blade, wailing in pain, but the body was still lifted by Byrne with great strength.

Not far away, Irene also prayed quietly to the great Lord of Loss.

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

The black light mixed with the breath of destruction wrapped around the bullet. Irene took a deep breath and felt strangely guided by God.

It will definitely hit, because He has determined its fate.

"Bang!"

The bullet in the black light instantly drew a line of destruction, rushed towards the dead soul that had already passed away, and hit the head of the bound clown directly.

You are so great!

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

The wailing stopped in an instant, and Byrne also ran out of strength to put down the bound clown. The lowest mysterious existence gradually dissipated into a light blue spiritual light spot and returned to the mysterious spirit world.

"It's really an outrageous experience. The spirit world is really weird."

Byrne sighed, and there was a sense of excitement in his heart. He felt that his actual combat experience had increased a lot.

The strength of extraordinary power is decisive in battle.

But actual combat experience will naturally play a huge role in battles of the same level.

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

She felt sorry and said calmly:

"We are now at the outermost edge of the spiritual world, the fourth circle. There are four circles in the spiritual world, and the closer to the spiritual islands inside, the more real and huge the historical gaps they project are."

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

Grandma Nada suddenly pointed to the air and shouted.

"That is, what is that!"

Irene and Byrne also looked over quickly, and two completely different whirlpools appeared in the air.

The purple vortex was intense and rich, extending from the core to the outside, gradually transitioning to a soft bright purple, as if emitting a faint light.

As it continued to rotate and twist, it created a wonderful and fascinating light and shadow, as if there were endless secrets hidden inside.

Another vortex was extremely dark.

It seemed to be the intersection of darkness, swallowing up all the light nearby, thick and opaque, rotating in a rapid and irregular manner, and could lose control at any time.

The black vortex was like a dark painting, twisting, entangled and deformed, which could not help but remind people of the mysterious hidden power.

They are the doors of spirituality.

Irene took a deep breath and finally reached the goal, but her heart was not calm:

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

She was quite excited, because after finding the Gate of Shadows, the Fisher family could continue to produce new controlled extraordinary people.

"The Gate of Knowledge?"

Byrne was instantly filled with strong curiosity. The Gate of Knowledge was extremely attractive to him.

The things behind the gate seemed like the most important treasures and the closest family members, which made him want to get close to them quickly.

"Erin, what is behind the Gate of Knowledge?"

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

"It is forbidden knowledge, and it may even be some extraordinary knowledge that does not exist in our world. It may not be useful, but knowing them almost always costs a permanent price."

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

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

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

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