Inside the cabin of the Newins, countless silver-white electric lights intertwined around a golden figure, spreading from her hair to the invisible transparent threads around her, continuously leaping outwards, forming a silver spiderweb that covered the entire ship.
The silver-white electric lights continued for a long time before completely destroying all the invisible threads on the ship.
The Prophet Clone's gaze fell on the figure entangled by the silver-white electric lights, his eyes covered with a faint silver-white, and he said calmly, "She seems to only have her instincts left; she doesn't even recognize you."
Sia's tone was flat, with no emotional fluctuations, as she said, "It's normal that she doesn't recognize me. After all, that was decades ago."
"For her, the experience in the Sauron Family must have been the most humiliating period of her life, huh? How could it be as enjoyable as being a Demoness?~"
The Prophet Clone did not respond. His eyes were completely covered by silver-white.
His vision suddenly changed. Every mirror around him became a "Door..." intertwining with each other to form a marvelous whole.
Behind these "Doors" was a dimly lit, illusory world.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! A faint sound, like a heartbeat, echoed in his ears.
It seemed that deep within this dark, illusory world, separated by mirrors, a crimson heart was constantly beating, and the sounds of flesh squirming could faintly be heard.
A Mystical Item was hidden in these mirrors. The Door Pathway and Demoness are incompatible. Normally, she could easily suppress this Mystical Item with her demigod status, but now, this became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
As thoughts flickered, the surrounding silver-white electric lights continuously gathered in his hand, forming a crackling silver-white spear.
The next moment, the silver-white spear was thrown directly by him, a blazing white trail streaking across, piercing through a mirror hanging on the wall, and entering the Mirror World.
Zzzzt! Zzzzt! Zzzzt!~
The sound of illusory things shattering constantly echoed in his ears, like someone repeatedly breaking glass.
The mirrors on the surrounding walls instantly became covered with cracks, shattering to the ground with a clatter.
A pained expression appeared on the face of the golden figure entangled by lightning. The golden color on her body was covered with cracks, turning into flying ash and drifting away, revealing the pale, bloodless flesh beneath.
"Sia… Are you looking for me? To kill me?"
Elena's voice was hoarse and low, gradually becoming clear from being intermittent, as if she was adapting to this new body.
Sia ignored Elena, who was looking at her with a complex expression, and turned her head to ask the Prophet Clone, "Has she successfully revived?"
The silver-white in the Prophet Clone's eyes slowly receded. He shook his head and replied with certainty, "No, this is just a mirror image created by that Mystical Item, temporarily taken over by her will."
"My attack just now had some impact on that Mystical Item, which caused her suppressed consciousness to recover a little."
"He's right. I'm just a Monster on the verge of losing control and going mad."
Elena's figure, like an illusory object, easily broke free from the entanglement of lightning and walked in front of Sia.
The golden color on her body had completely faded, and she stood there naked, her fiery red hair casually draped, barely covering her vital parts.
Sia's eyes glowed with a faint blue light, and golden illusory flames instantly ignited out of thin air around her.
These flames emitted a majestic Sun aura, sweeping towards Elena's figure in a continuous stream, but they had no effect on her, as if she didn't exist at all.
"This is just a false mirror image, which possesses a certain ability to interfere with reality by relying on her demigod status. She can communicate with us normally, but she is essentially still just a mirror image."
The Prophet Clone reminded.
As he spoke, he walked towards the oval mirror cast in gold, reaching out and taking it off the wall.
He turned the mirror towards himself, but it did not reflect his figure; there was only a distorted image, roughly showing a dense spiderweb of threads and a crimson heart.
He ran his hand over the golden mirror surface, a silver-white glint in his eyes, then turned his head to Sia and said, "The effect of this mirror should be to record the reflected figure and then restore it to this false mirror image within a certain range, perhaps including some Beyonder abilities."
"This Elena should have had herself recorded by this mirror in advance, attempting to use this mirror image as a means of her own resurrection."
"However, something must have gone wrong. The Lord of Storms's attack, the Primordial Demoness's will suppressing her spirit, and the negative effects of the mirror itself directly plunged her will into madness."
Sia nodded gently, then added, "From the performance just now, it should also have the ability to connect the surrounding mirrors to form a maze."
Elena's mirror image, left aside by the two, laughed to herself, opening her mouth as if unable to control her emotions, "As expected of the knowledgeable Readers, you've deduced the effects of this Mystical Item so quickly."
"Everything you said is correct. I'm already mad, and perhaps in the next second, I'll turn into a Monster and crawl out of this mirror."
"Haha… Hahahaha~"
Sia calmly glanced at Elena's mirror image, then turned her head to the Prophet Clone and asked, "Do you believe her?"
"Of course not. Whether she's truly mad or faking it, we are enemies, the kind where one of us has to die!"
The Prophet Clone said in a calm voice.
Sia chuckled and nodded, her words tinged with approval, "Not bad, you weren't tricked by this old woman."
"This mirror is her backup plan for resurrection, but it doesn't mean her characteristics and flesh are inside. This mirror is clearly an Adept Pathway item. If she put her characteristics in, they would only be contaminated."
"Although she's not very smart, she's not that stupid. Her characteristics are probably still hidden in the Mirror World nearby."
Elena's image seemed truly insane, showing no change in expression due to Sia's words. She continued to laugh to herself, as if she couldn't stop at all.
"Haha~ Old woman? I am an ageless Demoness. This is the most perfect, most beautiful stage… I will always be young and beautiful… Hahaha…"
"Lunatic." Sia spat lightly, her face full of disdain.
"Lunatic? I'm a lunatic? I am indeed a lunatic, but as my daughter, aren't you also a lunatic?"
"You watched me kill your Mother and the brother in her belly, yet you didn't make a single sound. Don't you think you're as cold-blooded as I am?"
"You wouldn't think I didn't notice you, would you? How could an Assassin's hiding ability possibly hide from a Demoness, especially since that Mystical Item was personally given to you by me."
The more Elena spoke, the more insane she became. Her voice was so hoarse, as if she hadn't drunk water for days, as if she would cough up blood at any moment.
Her back was bent, and she swayed back and forth frantically, her chest heaving, her hair scattered in front of her no longer able to conceal the captivating allure.
Her face was twisted in a laugh, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, whether from pain or from the memories in her mind, she didn't know.
Sia's expression stiffened, her restrained emotions showing signs of breaking out. Elena, who was like a madwoman in front of her, showed no sign of stopping her words, her hoarse voice sounding exceptionally grating:
"At that time, I told myself that whether you made a sound out of fear or chose to bravely rush out, I would kill you too."
"Because this is not the choice I would make when facing such a thing, Sia, you are the child most like me, and you ultimately made the same choice as me."
The Prophet Clone sighed silently in his heart. He turned his head to Sia, whose emotions were completely restrained. Even as a Prophet, he couldn't determine her current state.
If it were me, I would have already rushed into the Mirror World to tear apart this blabbering guy. In a sense, she is also a qualified Provoker... Indeed, all Provokers deserve to die!
"Let's leave first. It's not easy for Phoenix to stop so many pirates alone."
Sia glanced at the mirror in the Prophet Clone's hand and said calmly, seemingly completely unaffected by Elena's words just now.
The Prophet Clone nodded gently, then extended his right hand forward, slightly gripping his palm and rotating his wrist clockwise.
A ripple of faint blue, like water, spread outwards. Layers of illusory Doors instantly appeared. As a faint blue light swept over, a blurry, insubstantial large Door also appeared.
As soon as the "Door" opened, Sia stepped directly into it, seemingly not wanting to stay there for another moment.
The Prophet Clone looked at the golden cast mirror in his hand and raised his hand to draw an Omniscient Eye symbol on it.
His spirituality transformed into specks of brass-colored glimmer, rapidly outlining an Omniscient Eye with his hand movements, and then quickly faded and disappeared. At the same time, the spirituality of this mirror also receded, making it look no different from an ordinary mirror.
After doing all this, he stepped through the "Door" on the deck.
The surrounding environment changed rapidly. Before he could clearly see the surroundings, the pungent smell of sulfur, accompanied by strong winds, stimulated his nasal cavity.
The Prophet Clone looked at the faint blue fireballs and accompanying wind blades sweeping towards him, his eyes quickly glowing with a faint blue light, and he softly uttered a word in ancient hermes: "Exile!"
An invisible, immense force suddenly exploded in mid-air, directly pushing away all the incoming attacks. A faint blue firelight exploded in mid-air, also accompanied by a pungent smell of sulfur.
Having dealt with the attacks directed at him, he scanned his surroundings and saw the huge Devil figure, held aloft by the strong winds and wreathed in faint blue and crimson flames, as well as the bronze Door covered with mysterious patterns standing on the deck, and Phoenix, standing by the Door with deep eyes.
There weren't many pirates left on the deck who could continue fighting; the weaker ones had either fallen unconscious or died in the previous battles.
Similarly, not many of the undead summoned by Phoenix remained; most had been completely annihilated under the bombardment of lightning.
Before the Prophet Clone could speak, he felt a gaze full of anger fall upon him.