Silas hadn't originally planned to come in so directly, but with one accident after another, he was ultimately forced to choose landing on the island by force.
Damn it...
"Meow~"
Just as his expression darkened in thought, something squirmed in his arms, and a small black cat head emerged.
Luna seemed to sense his emotional change and voiced a question.
The moment conflict broke out with the King of the Black Seat, he had arranged for a flesh puppet to go into the cabin and bring out the black cat, collecting it into his body when he escaped.
As for Anderson... he could only wish himself good luck.
The Queen was approaching rapidly, and the King of the Black Seat's primary target wasn't him either.
By the time Barros finished searching the seabed without finding the key, Belldandy would have already arrived.
His safety was basically guaranteed... probably.
Things had come to this point, so there was no use wasting time.
Completing his own objective as quickly as possible was the correct approach!
So Silas quickly took out those three fingers to guide his direction, while having the illusory tide protect his brain, and proceeded toward where the "Black Saint" Leomaster was located.
"Thud, thud..."
The fog was thick and deep, the surroundings terrifyingly quiet. He could only hear his own footsteps.
Silas stepped on the earthen ground, occasionally passing collapsed buildings.
Stone bricks scattered on the ground, long weathered and eroded, covered with moss.
Perhaps due to the lack of light, there was basically no vegetation here.
As he walked, more and more buildings appeared before him, piled together to form ruins.
Based on the scale of the ruins, one could vaguely see the former glory of this place.
Numerous grand but collapsed structures were submerged in the fog, silent and soundless, like dead, dark giant beasts.
Rustling sounds came from deep within the fog. Those sounds seemed to contain a bewitching power.
"Whoosh..."
But the sound of the tide in Silas's mind echoed endlessly, easily drowning them out.
His gaze wandered around the ruins, trying to find recent traces left by humans.
Finally, on a road paved with stone slabs, he discovered a long scratch mark.
It looked like someone had been dragging a sharp greatsword, leaving marks on it as they walked.
Was it that black greatsword?
Silas proceeded along the direction of the scratch marks.
More fresh traces appeared ahead.
Buildings had been cut in half at the waist or split vertically in two, the cuts smooth as mirrors.
It was as if the swordsman had suddenly gotten interested and wanted to test their skills on these dilapidated ruins.
Most likely the work of that Black Knight...
Silas thought to himself.
The farther forward he walked, the worse the state of the buildings became.
If the earlier traces could still allow one to consider that swordsman normal, the person who left these defeated and broken remains now definitely had mental problems.
Before his eyes, the ruins were covered everywhere with fragment-like bricks and stones, and deep pits sunken into the ground...
It was as if this swordsman was increasingly unable to control their emotions and had begun wantonly destroying everything!
He was getting close.
Silas took a deep breath, feeling the increasingly obvious feedback from the fingers.
He passed a tower with a large hole carved out of it and continued forward.
Then, he saw a mirror.
A mirror?
Smooth, flat, faithfully reflecting everything it faced.
But this mirror was far too enormous, stretching across a plaza, extending upward and to both sides endlessly, with no edges in sight at all.
Silas saw himself in the mirror.
Black hair, blue eyes, handsome yet gloomy, his crimson robe the most conspicuous presence in this monotonously colored environment.
His reflection met his gaze, those azure eyes deeply concealing despair and madness, yet bringing a heart-stopping charm.
"Hmm?"
After staring for a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
This wasn't a mirror made of ordinary material at all, but a water surface condensed from fog!
It was making contact with his body through the fog, attempting to taint his spirit.
And his reflection in the mirror was also bizarrely beginning to squirm...
"Splash!"
The seawater surged, dispersing those hidden influences. Silas saw his reflection in the mirror flicker, ultimately returning to its initial state.
It still gazed at him melancholically.
Silas warily retreated a step.
"How dangerous..."
He thought with lingering fear.
"It seems this is the core of the entire island's strange nature.
This fog, and the mirror formed by the fog, can cause mental fragmentation in people, thereby producing new personalities."
This was an influence targeting spirit and soul.
Even a Sequence 4 powerhouse like the "Black Saint" found it difficult to resist, gradually going mad!
As for Silas, if he didn't have that tide protecting his spirit, he probably couldn't avoid such a misfortune either.
"The tide's duration is limited. I can't waste it..."
After calming down a bit, he looked down to check the fingers. But he discovered that the fingertips pointed straight toward that broad mirror.
Behind the mirror?
Silas hesitated.
Could he pass through?
He created a fireball and manipulated it to shoot toward the huge mirror surface.
That fireball collided with the mirror at extreme speed, making a "poof" sound as it directly forced its way through.
"Whoosh!"
After passing through the mirror surface, the fireball had obviously shrunk considerably.
The environment full of damp fog also prevented its burning; it visibly wilted.
But before it extinguished, it suddenly experienced a final surge, instantly rising up in a large sheet of flames.
In that firelight, Silas's figure appeared.
"Flaming Jump."
He wasn't certain what unknown dangers that water mirror might contain, so he simply used this method to avoid direct contact.
Behind the mirror was the other half of the plaza.
Compared to the destruction marks along the first half of the path, the buildings now before Silas at least still retained their basic appearance.
But this didn't mean their condition was better.
On the contrary, these buildings were covered and corroded by large patches of black shadow, making their already dilapidated outlines even more eerie.
Dense fog, ruins covered in pitch black... everything seemed like a scene that would only appear in some terrible nightmare.
Silas took a deep breath, clutching those three bloody fingers and continuing forward.
"Thump! Thump!"
Those three fingers began beating violently in his palm, as if a powerful heart had been installed inside them.
Their surfaces were becoming increasingly blood-red, eagerly anticipating reunion with their original owner.
Finally...
"Bang!"
All three fingers exploded simultaneously, turning into blood and falling to the ground.
It flowed automatically, gathering toward the front, ultimately merging into a strange object.
It was a large mass of squirming shadow hiding under a building. If one didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to even notice.
After fusing with the blood, the thing within that mass of shadow squirmed upward, becoming a tall and imposing black knight.
The wrinkles between his brows were extremely deep, but there wasn't a single silver strand in his hair.
His pure black eyes instinctively looked toward Silas.
The "Black Saint," Leomaster!
After two encounters in dreams, they finally met in reality!
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