White fog fills the air.

Between heaven and earth, except for oneself, there is only this vast white mist, and even the place under your feet is not dirt, but fog, this white mist is sometimes illusory, sometimes condensed, and it is difficult to distinguish.

David Silva was in such a situation when he first entered the White Mist.

After entering, he immediately turned back, but behind him was a white mist, after that, he tentatively took a few steps back, it stands to reason that he should be able to get out of the white fog and return to the outside world, in fact, he is still in the white mist, surrounded by the white mist.

Someone introduced the phenomenon to him in advance.

So, he wasn't surprised, he wasn't flustered.

Instead, as the priest commanded, he put down the jar in his hand and placed it at his feet, but his fingers did not leave the jar, but held it tightly, and the whole person fell down and fell to the ground.

After that, David prostrated vigorously.

His forehead hit the jar, and because he used too much force, blood came out, and the blood stains flowed down and stained the body of the jar.

Suddenly, there was a change.

The whole jar seemed to be melted, and as if the building blocks were disintegrating, it was torn apart at once, and the divine inscriptions on the jar were shattered, staggering and dissipating into the void, swallowed by the white mist.

What's there......

David Silva felt something enter him, and the cold sensation was so unique, a sensation he had never experienced in his life, so disgusting that he couldn't help but vomit.

In the white mist, he vomited vigorously.

In the white mist, there is a black breath.

Black and white are incompatible!

David Silva felt as if he was being torn apart, two forces tugging at his body, tugging at his soul, as if trying to split him in two, and the feeling of splitting made him stop vomiting.

He had a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

In order to restrain this uneasiness, he unsheathed his greatsword from his back, pulled it out of its scabbard, grasped the hilt of his sword, plunged the tip of his sword into the white mist beneath him, and knelt on one knee, reciting the rules of knighthood.

"You Must Have a Heart of Sacrifice......"

At this moment, David had a sense.

In the lower abdomen dantian, something cracked, like a seed sprouting and a bud blooming.

David knew that this was the maturity of the seeds of Dou Qi in his body, and at this moment, he became a real knight, and at the same time, he would also usher in the end of his life, compared to the two forces in his body, the power of Dou Qi was too weak.

It's like a three- or four-year-old child, who can't pull away two strong men who are fighting with each other.

There is only one thing he can do, and that is not to give up, not to admit defeat!

A true knight can be defeated and killed, but he must not take the initiative to admit defeat, and he cannot stop fighting until the last moment of his life.

So, David Silva clings to his heart.

Reciting the rules of knighthood, sticking to it.

......

Father Goodwin watched David Silva enter the world of white mist with the black jar with a solemn expression.

Using the Hell Black Mud to limit the expansion of the White Mist World is just his calculation, an assumption, and has not been empirically proven, so I don't know if this method will work.

After David disappeared into the white mist, Goodwin turned to Father Alfonso.

Father Alfonso stood by the stream, still casting his divine words at the white mist across the river, resisting the spread of the white mist, when suddenly he stopped chanting, and the scriptures in his arms no longer emitted golden light.

It worked?

Goodwin turned his gaze.

On the other side of the stream, the originally white mist suddenly became cloudy.

It used to be as white and flawless as cotton wool, but now, it has a hint of black, and it becomes unclean, and even, just looking at it, has a disgusting feeling.

The white mist became agitated.

It was as if it was being blown by a strong wind, and it became violent.

Wrong!

Father Goodwin's face changed dramatically.

He had such a powerful spiritual power, so he sensed the changes in the white mist one step ahead of the others.

After a while, Father Alfonso's face changed, and there was uneasiness in his eyes, and then the black-clad priests standing by the stream also reacted, holding up their crosses one by one, calling for God's blessing.

In the distance, Lord Fontaine's face was gloomy.

Iris' camp is ready to evacuate.

Yes, he was not optimistic about this operation of Father Goodwin.

......

Above the sea of blood, the throne is shaky.

The golden book turned into a throne, and Ryan sat on it, and the divine word was like starlight, and it swirled around him.

After the last outbreak, Ryan was able to escape from the Secret Realm, and the Divine Text was all dimmed, some time ago, a large number of kills were killed in the killing space, devouring a lot of spiritual power, and the energy was replenished, and the Divine Text flashed again.

During this time, he had never entered the sea of blood.

Now, trapped in the place of thorns, there is nothing to do except meditate, and there is no need to return to the Tower of Babel, and when you return there, you can only be trapped in the stone house, and the killing space has not yet been opened.

So, Ryan decides to return to the Sea of Blood and continue stealing faith.

There were voices, some high and some low, some furious, some despairing, some wailing, some murmuring, some talking......

The last voice that came to my ears was firmness, a faint statement, a certain account of the path I was taking, the last relief of life, no cry of despair, no cry of sorrow for help.

Rare!

In the past, Ryan could hear a lot of sounds in the sea of blood, but there were not many people who could really contact and react to it, because there was a distance limit, and if he exceeded the distance where the body was located, he could only listen and there was no way to respond.

However, this distance is not eternal.

As Ryan's mental power increased, the power of the Golden Book increased, and the distance between Ryan's prayers and prayers became farther and farther away.

At the beginning, it was only about ten miles within a radius of the main body, but now, it is different, the distance has been greatly enhanced, and as for how far it has increased, Ryan himself does not know.

Huo Village is located in the suburbs, and there are no people in a radius of dozens of miles.

Ryan first entered the sea of blood, but he was bored and tried, and he didn't expect to hear the prayer he could answer, but now that he heard it, he also descended through the invisible passage.

After all, the target's belief is so strong, if it can be stolen, it can be regarded as a gain.

Fall!

Fly through the sea of blood and the sound of countless prayers......

In the blink of an eye, Ryan appeared in a strange world.

The reason why I say strange is because the world is very irregular, just a fragment, surrounded by darkness on all sides, like an island, with a thatched hut, a lone lamp, and a boy who keeps waving his sword at the air.

Dreamland!

Soon, Ryan knew he had entered someone's dream.

This is the spiritual world of the goal.

This is the first time.