Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 422 Figure in the Painting

Snapped!

The oil painting, encased in a brass frame, held in Tobias's hand, made a faint sound.

Immediately afterwards, a pale, almost transparent hand, with bones clearly visible inside, emerged from the painting.

It leans heavily against the brass frame, slowly pulling itself out of the painting.

During the brief period when Tobias was not looking at or admiring the painting, the figures on the scroll came to life!

He was a man dressed in a dark black robe, his flesh transparent, revealing his bones.

The man in the painting suddenly came to life, his lips moving in a clicking, inhuman whisper.

A cold, gloomy wind suddenly swirled around them, carrying with it the "words of the dead" that sounded like sobs or weeping.

This sound can bypass the protection of the physical body and directly affect the spirit.

Xireen suddenly shivered, clearly feeling his mind becoming tired and his body becoming weak. His once young and elastic skin was aging rapidly, and age spots were appearing.

It's like crossing a river of death inch by inch, dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He took a step back, his eyes reflecting a phantom, ever-turning book.

Pure golden light appeared before him, condensing into an illusory seal.

Notarization: Invalid!

The chilling wind that had been swirling and howling around them paused, then abruptly disappeared by more than half, becoming intermittent and seemingly powerless.

Immediately afterwards: Cyril leaned back, arms outstretched, as if embracing the sun.

In his eyes, the illusory books flipped through the pages rapidly.

A magnificent, pure, and blazing beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping the scroll within its brass frame, producing a crackling sound like boiling water being poured into a pan of oil.

The hand gripping the brass frame trembled slightly, and the transparent flesh cracked and then evaporated, leaving only stark white bones.

Snapped!

Cyril snapped his fingers, and a clear golden hue quickly spread outwards from his body, then adhered to the painting.

At the same time, Tobias thrust out the spear in his hand, which was wreathed in pure blue flames.

"Harvest!"

His pale hand bones were instantly pierced, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards.

On the other side of the painting, a hand covered in transparent flesh and blood trembled as it reached out.

It gripped the air tightly, and a mass of dark liquid, seemingly formed from the aura of death and covered with countless numb faces, was conjured out of thin air.

Cyril's heart skipped a beat, a chilling sensation like death's scythe was at his neck.

The next second, the dark liquid with countless numb faces suddenly became illusory, disintegrating into countless tiny arrows swirling with black mist that shot towards him.

shhhhhh!

A series of sharp, whistling sounds rang out instantly, and arrows shrouded in black mist stretched into countless threads in the air, surging towards Cyril and Tobias.

Cyril's figure suddenly became ethereal, tinged with dazzling starlight, transforming into countless illusory doors, one after another, layer upon layer.

His true form kept appearing behind the "door," existing in a different world from the dense attacks.

It's just the "transformation" that was recorded from Butis before!

On the other side, orange-yellow flames erupted from Tobias's body, which disintegrated in the firelight, scattering into bursts of flame that spread outwards.

The arrows swirling with black mist seemed to scatter as if they were sentient, constantly twisting their trajectories in the air as they chased after the bursts of flame that Tobias had split off from.

The flames struck by the illusory black arrows instantly dimmed and flickered before going out.

After the illusory black arrows and orange-yellow flames circled the eastern district several times in mid-air at near-sonic speeds, several streaks of silver lightning suddenly fell.

Lightning bolts leaped between the flames and the arrows, extinguishing them all at an incredible speed.

Then the howling wind in the sky intensified, and layers of thick, dark clouds pressed down, obscuring the sky and blocking out the crimson moon hanging high in the sky.

Silvery lightning bolts darted between the clouds, as if brewing a terrible attack.

In mid-air, a phantom door covered with patterns and symbols suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a handsome man with black hair and golden eyes, dressed in a sharp suit, and exuding a mature and refined air, walked out from behind the door.

His body floated in mid-air defying the laws of physics, his majestic gaze sweeping across the entire arena.

Anyone whose gaze fell upon him felt an inexplicable and immense fear, their bodies instinctively lowering their heads, wanting to prostrate themselves, wanting to hear his every word, and obey his every command.

Cyril frowned, his gaze sweeping over the terrifying lightning brewing high in the sky, the layers of dark clouds pressing down, and the royal demigod emerging from the portal, before looking down at the ground.

The "probability die" lying quietly on the ground had somehow turned into a 1 facing up.

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Give me 6 points!

As soon as he finished speaking, the "probability die" lying on the ground lazily rolled twice, turning 6 up.

Cyril's figure flickered and then appeared directly behind the "Scroll of Gods," reaching out to grasp the brass frame.

The next second, the black-robed man, who seemed to come alive in the painting and reach out to grab the frame, suddenly became ethereal as he tried to pull himself out of the painting.

Then, as if weightless and without substance, he flew out of the painting and soared into the air.

Faced with the sudden arrival of the royal demigod and the saint of the Church of Storms, Cyril decisively chose to use the power of illusion to help the characters who had come to life in the painting step out of the painting.

The fantasy that incorporates the power of the "Scroll of Gods" is no longer just a simple interpretation of appearance, personality, and abilities, but possesses real power, although it is far inferior to the original.

In mid-air, seeing the strange figure suddenly rushing towards him, the handsome man in a sharp suit instinctively reached out and grasped: "Imprisonment!"

The figure of the black-robed man who flew out of the "Scroll of God" suddenly froze, as if frozen in place by an invisible force.

Then, the royal demigod, hovering in mid-air, clenched his right fist and swung it down sharply: "Execute!"

A silver phantom descended, and the black-robed man who flew out of the painting instantly cracked open. His already transparent flesh and blood split apart inch by inch, collapsing until he was completely reduced to a skeleton.

Pale flames flickered in the eye sockets of the skull, and an old, deathly aura emanated from it.

Some ethereal sounds of water echoed in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a dark, deep, ethereal, and unreal river appeared out of nowhere at the feet of the skeleton draped in black robes.

The moment this illusory river appeared, the royal demigod, who had been floating in mid-air defying the laws of physics, suddenly fell.

Amidst the howling, swirling winds, a robust figure clad in a dark blue priest's robe was also uncontrollably falling downwards.

No matter how they tried to control themselves or use their extraordinary abilities, they could not change the downward trend.

As they fell, their bodies aged rapidly, and even their spirits withered away, as if they were running wildly down the road to death.

On the ground, Cyril looked up at the scene, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

This appears to be the River Styx?

It doesn't seem like a projection; it's more like it created a tributary out of thin air using its own power.

The black-robed man appearing in the "Scroll of Gods" seems to have an unusual identity...

Unfortunately, a fake is always a fake.

As the royal demigod, who was about to sink into the illusory river, opened the portal again below and fell directly into it.

After he teleported away, the illusory portal decayed at a visible speed and then disappeared.

At a higher altitude, the gale transformed into an invisible giant hand, shoving the Church saints, who could not maintain their balance, into the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the swirling gale transformed into hundreds or even thousands of thin, sharp wind blades, howling from all directions towards the black-robed skeleton that had summoned the illusory river.

The dark, deep, illusory river beneath the skeleton's feet suddenly rippled, creating a small splash.

The dense wind blades, rushing in with a howling force, seemed to have undergone the erosion of a long time in an instant, quickly decaying, withering away, and heading towards their end.

By the time the wind blade reached the skeleton, all that remained was a slightly chilly wind filled with the smell of decay.

Boom!

A sudden, continuous barrage of silvery lightning bolts struck down.

Some fell towards the skeleton draped in black robes, while others fell towards the illusory river at its feet.

Cyril looked up at the black-robed skeleton standing motionless amidst the lightning, and frowned slightly.

Immediately, he flicked out a piece of drawing paper, rolled it into a long strip, and it instantly turned iron black. He stretched it continuously until it became a somewhat thin spear.

Immediately afterwards, blue flames appeared and surged into the iron-black spear.

Ten seconds later, the iron-black spear transformed into a flaming spear filled with a sense of brutal destruction.

Cyril took a step forward, his eyes turning iron black, instantly exposing the weaknesses and gaps in the defenses of the black-robed skeleton in the air.

The next instant, a spear with a bluish-white flame tinged with blazing light flew out of his hand.

"Weaponization" + "Ironization" + "Long-Range Bombing" + "Harvesting" + "Precision"

In mid-air, the skeleton in the black robe suddenly turned around and stretched out a hand that was nothing but white bones towards him.

The next moment, its movements froze, and its body trembled involuntarily, uncontrollably and undisguisedly, as if it had fallen into great fear.

After a brief delay, the flaming spear pierced his skull with terrifying force.

boom!

The spear, which had been compressed with a large amount of flame, exploded instantly.

A crimson flame, tinged with black and blue, shot into the sky, creating a terrifying shockwave in mid-air.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the entire eastern district as bright as day, and the scorching temperature instantly transported everyone from the cold winter to the sweltering summer, with everyone wearing heavy clothes and sitting close together by the fireplace.

Beneath the blazing firelight, on a rooftop that had been shrouded in darkness, Sirion saw an old man with a clean-shaven face and deep-set eyes.

He wore a black and red clerical robe that fluttered in the heat, and five dark holy symbols adorned his chest. His deep gaze met Cyrien's.

The moment their eyes met, Cyril was slightly taken aback, as if he saw his deepest fear reflected in those dark eyes.

"Do not look directly into the eyes of the 'Bishop of Fear'."

Tobias's voice echoed in his mind, and Cyril quickly snapped back to reality, taking a step back.

A phantom door silently took shape behind him.

As he stepped back, he crossed directly into the other side of the door.

On the ground, the "probability die" rolled around a few times before being pulled behind the door by an invisible hand.

At the same time, the black light spots that had been extracted from the pile of flesh that was no longer writhing not far away completed their aggregation and turned into a piece of crystal-clear black hand bone.

An invisible hand, carrying the black hand bone, flew into the illusory gate as Cyril moved.

A few seconds later, the brilliant flames that had burst into the air disappeared, the swirling heat was blown away by the howling wind, and a light drizzle fell for a while, wiping away the last bit of heat.

Then the layers of dark clouds dispersed, leaving only a crimson crescent moon casting its light upon the city below.

Amidst the howling wind, a middle-aged man in a dark blue robe, with a robust physique and an imposing presence, plummeted from mid-air.

His gaze swept quickly around him, his deep blue eyes filled with anger, and flashes of silver lightning occasionally streaked across them.

Why not keep him?

Anthony, dressed in a black and red clergy robe, looked at the blank space on the street and shook his head slightly: "That painting is a level 0 sealed artifact. Once the other party unleashes its power, it will inevitably affect the entire city."

"Moreover, that might not be the only level 0 sealed artifact on site."

"The spirits here told me that they just sensed several indescribable terrifying auras, each one no less terrifying than that painting."

After he finished speaking, Radar Valentine's already dark face darkened even more: "Even the Seven Great Churches don't have many sealing artifacts of this level, and now someone casually has two, or even three?"

"Is he an individual, or a hidden force?"

He paused, then turned to look in the direction of St. George's District: "Why hasn't Horamik shown up yet?"

Anthony gazed at him quietly for a moment, then said slowly, "He's here."

As soon as the words were spoken, a buzzing sound came from afar, and then a figure carrying a jetpack quickly approached, kicking up a cloud of dust before slowly landing on the ground.

Dressed in a white priest's robe and wearing a clergy cap, Horamik Hayden glanced around, a hazy light flashing in his eyes, as he quickly extracted information from his surroundings and deduced what had just happened.

A moment later, he turned to Anthony and Radar: "Another Aurora Meeting?"

"Just recently, that Mystic Saint of the Aurora Society" teleported out of nowhere to the underground of St. Hillan Cathedral, causing some chaos."

"It took me some time to deal with it in order to prevent the underground seal from going out of control."

Radar quickly asked, "You killed him?"

Horamik shook his head slightly: "No, there just happened to be a mirror among the sealed artifacts placed underground. He escaped to the world within the mirror through it."

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"That's a cursed mirror. He won't feel good about it; he might even die because of it."

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