Chapter 133 Weird Layout

The sticky spiritual space makes it easy for everything to slow down after flying out.

Only the Nether Cannon, a special artillery that wraps 'cannonballs' with highly concentrated spiritual power, can maintain a certain speed and fly farther after accelerating.

Vivian was originally facing forward, but just before hitting the gap, she turned over beautifully, and at the same time, her body shook out a large amount of the breath of night, further slowing down her body.

And the cloak she wore specially seemed to have some kind of slowing down power.

This allowed her to rush into the cruise ship without incident.

The second one is Abner. As a veteran judge, even if his strength is greatly reduced due to injury, he still has considerable strength.

The third one was Conrad. When he approached the gap, he was intercepted by the black mist claws. But at the last moment, he briefly transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed in.

Finally there is Mark.

Since taking advantage of the agility bonus of the Valkyrie's legs, Mark can fly over walls and walls with ease. When approaching at high speed, Black Mist's claws did grab it, and at the same time, Mini's spiritual thread had already caught the beams and other building structures on the gap. After some pulling, Mark deftly avoided the volley and also went in.

The successful entry of the four commandos was witnessed by a large crowd of people.

At the various observation points in the spiritual world, voices of admiration arose at the same time.

"Amazing young man."

"Vap's hero really has some skills."

Compared with the first few assaults that resulted in the loss of troops but had no effect, this time the return to the assault style of elite personnel made everyone more tolerable regardless of success or failure.

Next, it's up to them.

Mark rushed into the crack and felt that he first passed through a layer of thick air.

Unexpectedly, there is not much aura of the spiritual world inside, but it feels like we are really on a ship sailing on the sea.

"Crack...quack..." Along with the fluctuations of the tides in the spiritual world, the ship's hull swayed slightly.

For a ship nearly 200 meters long, the shaking is actually quite slight.

Mark looked around carefully and found that the regular power had long been cut off and part of the electrical system on the ship had stopped working, but it was not without light. The emergency kerosene lamps were still shining stubbornly on the beams of the steel passage. Faint light.

This is definitely not normal. Even if there is fuel replenishment and no one is there to deal with the lamp twisting, assuming that the lamp is twisted 10 centimeters long, it will take ten hours to burn, which is 30 hours.

This does not explain why these kerosene lamps still lasted for three days.

The cold light can illuminate a radius of about two meters at most, and there is nothing you can do about it further away.

However, the average distance between two kerosene lamps is more than 8 meters. This lack of light seriously aggravates people's uneasiness.

Mark has [Night Owl], the protection of the power of the Lady of the Night, which allows Mark to have a certain amount of dark vision. Unfortunately it's a bit unreliable here. Because there is an ominous black mist lingering in the darkness, which is the culprit that seriously blocks the view.

At this moment, a slight, rhythmic sound of electricity came from the distance to Mark's left.

This is a small sounder made of batteries, specially used for team members to communicate with each other.

Mark silently pressed the sounder and returned to "Gather to me".

However, there was a sudden echo from the next door passage, and it turned out to be exactly the same signal, which was also "Gather towards me".

Mark frowned at this terrible discovery.

"It seems that the other side didn't make any preparations!" Mark muttered.

It is obvious that this is a maze-like magic circle, which is used to fill the gaps.

If Mark rushes in immediately after the big crab opens the gap, most likely the opponent will not have time to set up defenses again. But being stuck by his pig teammates for so long, Mark could only accept this passive state.

Luckily, Mark had dice.

"Isn't it? This way?"

In front of him was a ruined room that had been torn into a spiky inferno. After the hull was broken open, a large amount of twisted steel bars and metal walls were rolled out of shape. It was difficult for even dogs to get through, let alone humans.

Perhaps only cats can flexibly shuttle through such ruins.

Mark reached out and struck with the dagger in his left hand, and immediately realized something was wrong.

He missed it!

"This..." Mark kept blocking with his left hand, holding the revolver in his right hand, and slowly moved into this thing that was similar to a 'ghost hitting the wall'. After a feeling of walking through a water curtain, Mark was surprised to find that he had arrived at the public passage beside the cruise ship.

Things within the field of vision are no longer hidden in the darkness. Even if there is black fog outside, the light from the spiritual world still penetrates the black fog, illuminating the scene on the deck quite clearly.

"Am I... coming out?" Mark immediately realized what kind of impact he would have on the other person's psychology if he broke through the opponent's confusion so quickly: "In that case, then... let's do this!"

Mark summoned the mechanical puppet of the Mechanicum, and the card placed behind it was the latest death knight Alanzo.

The pale green knight sat on a horse of the same color, but the hollowness in his eyes told Mark, the master, that his intelligence was still limited.

A summoned object with a body that can be possessed is much more powerful than one simply created using a spiritual summoning circle.

"Go! Alanzo, attack the place with the strongest spiritual power on this cruise ship."

The death knight bowed silently and immediately fought his way towards the center of this giant [abnormality].

Mark didn't know if it would be a well-defended secret room, a magic circle that was difficult to break, or even another [lair].

Without the obstruction of the maze, Mark could roughly sense that the place should be near the bridge.

This is [what must be saved when attacking the enemy]!

And a death knight with almost no loss of strength is enough for the opponent to drink a pot.

Then, Mark used necromancy to summon several priests of the Sin Sect. Let these puppets attack all evil sects. As for running into Abner...then let them sacrifice.

Anyway, death is unpredictable, and death is healthier.

This will prevent the other party from seizing the opportunity to divide and encircle Mark's companions, thereby reducing the risks to Conrad and Vivian; secondly, taking advantage of this opportunity, Mark can sneak away to see if there are any survivors. .

Sure enough, when Mark turned to what was theoretically the VIP area, Mark immediately realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"This is……"

What he saw was a pale white humanoid object.

I have to say what it looks like, probably like a common mummy in games.

It was wrapped in layers of material similar to spider silk. Looking at it kneeling on the ground and using its hands and feet, you can fully imagine how frightened it must have been before it was attacked.

Mark thought for a few seconds and decided to equip himself with a centipede lantern kit.

It was a mechanical structure similar to a gun holster strapped to the armpit, which Helena helped him build with her own hands. A lightweight metal bracket protrudes from behind Mark's left shoulder via a set of shoulder straps to hold the Centipede Lamp.

This freed Mark's hands to continue holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other.

Using the sharp blade of [Night Owl] to gently cut open the off-white mummy, Mark immediately discovered that this guy was a male waiter.

He had been dead for at least three days, and the body spots were concentrated on his limbs and nearby. If this was not the spirit world, the smell alone would probably attract a large number of flies.

There were no obvious injuries on the body of the deceased.

Mark had a guess that this guy was scared to death on the spot.

At this moment, Mark suddenly felt that he had lost contact with Alanzo - he could not directly give new orders to the death knight through the soul circuit, but he could still feel that Alanzo was in good condition.

Maybe Alanzo has fallen into a new trap?

Mark had a new speculation: "The other party seems to be avoiding fighting? Just right, I also need time."

As Mark explored deeper into the VIP area, he found more mummy-like things.

Some victims belch immediately.

The strange thing is that a considerable number of people were not killed immediately, but lived for at least a day while being bound by spider silk.

Mark even found a water bag-like device in the corner of some of the victims' mouths.

It was some kind of demonic vacuole or something, which stored about 500 ml of water, and could flow into the victim's mouth through a plastic habit.

Just water, no food.

This discovery gave Mark a preliminary guess about the enemy's identity.

"It is indeed a grand performance!"

Mark quickly searched the VIP area on the first floor of the deck near the starboard side of the ship, and found no survivors.

In fact, the so-called VIP area only distinguishes between ordinary second-class and third-class cabins. Those cabins are all located below the deck, and there is a round porthole on the side of the ship through which you can barely view the scenery outside.

The really good rooms all start on the second floor on the deck.

The rooms get bigger and more beautiful as you go up to the upper floors. The luxury suites on the top floor even have large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, offering a sweeping view of the ocean.

Mark followed the stairs to the third floor.

Relying on the light of the lantern, he immediately noticed that there was a rather well-decorated VIP room with a "Nelson" sign hanging on the door.

This is to prevent distinguished guests from entering other rooms by mistake. The guest's last name will be hung on the door.

If Mark remembers correctly, one of the noble ladies in the salon, Yalde, had this surname.

Without raising much hope, he directly inserted the dagger into the door lock, destroyed the lock, and opened the tight door.

This is a suite of nearly 50 square meters with one bedroom and one living room.

Passing through the empty living room, Mark entered the room.

Although it was dark, a familiar aura came to my face.

Mark noticed that there were some clutter scattered on the bed.

At this time, there was a large cabinet in the corner of the room that looked a bit like a church confessional. This is a small shelter exclusively for nobles. When an [abnormality] occurs, nobles can hide in it.

The outer panels of such small shelters are often engraved with the holy names of those gods who are most effective against [abnormalities]. For example, this one is the god with the lady of the night engraved on it.

Unfortunately, the protective effect of this thing is limited. It's okay to defend against Sequence 9 trash, but it can't stop higher-level demons.

This was obvious. Mark could see that the outer panels were in tatters and had been gouged long ago.

Mark had no hope at all.

Damn it, he actually heard faint breathing.

"Mini!"

The doll lady's soul appeared out of thin air and cut open the cabinet door.

A slim mummy fell out on the spot.

The posture of kneeling down and praying was quite sad, but when Mark used [Night Owl] to cut the spider silk on it, he was stunned.

"Yalde?"