"I'll find a way to hold it back; you all try to break through the floor and get out immediately. Don't worry about me."
"Once you're out, you can open your eyes. As long as you don't look directly at the mythical creature, you'll be fine."
Edwina's voice rang in Lex's ears, and in the ears of the others. Lex was certain that Iceberg Admiral had already taken action, judging by the various sounds and clashing auras echoing from the secret chamber.
This was hard to believe.
Even with her eyes closed, Edwina still had a way to stall, which must have involved using some method and paying a considerable price.
In such a race against time, no one was modest, nor did anyone utter overly sentimental words. These were unnecessary, for wasting time on such things would be disrespectful to Edwina's sacrifice!
Lex also didn't stop thinking. While the others tried to break through the floor, he quickly pondered countermeasures.
Cannot look directly at mythical creatures.
Cannot look directly at gods.
Mortals who look directly at these high-level beings will go mad or die.
In other words, as long as something has a higher Beyonder characteristic, it can look directly at a mythical creature?
For example, a god!
For example, Mr. Fool?
Lex couldn't be sure, but at this point, he could only take a desperate gamble.
He immediately chanted in a low voice in ancient hermes: "Fool who does not belong to this era; the mysterious Ruler Above the gray fog; the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck!"
"Respected Mr. Fool, I've encountered trouble. I've run into a mythical creature. I cannot look directly at it. I beg for your help; I beg you to allow me to pinpoint its location."
Backlund.
Crag club.
Klein was in the hall, holding a glass of crimson wine, savoring it.
"Good afternoon, Sherlock. You look quite leisurely. No cases recently?"
A familiar voice rang out.
Klein turned his head. It was Talim Dumont, the equestrian instructor. This descendant of nobility seemed to be in a good mood, walking over with a smile on his face.
"Good afternoon, Talim. You seem to be in a very good mood."
Talim nodded and said, "That's probably because the New Year is approaching. After a year of hard work, I can relax leisurely during the New Year holiday. Just thinking about it, I wish I could make the clock at home tick faster."
Klein smiled, "Even so, you can't make time go faster."
The two exchanged smiles.
"Oh, by the way, Sherlock, I have a question I'd like to ask you," the equestrian instructor leaned in and said.
Just as Klein was about to respond, layers of pleas suddenly echoed in his ears.
"...Respected Mr. Fool, I've encountered trouble. I've run into a mythical creature. I cannot look directly at it. I beg for your help; I beg you to allow me to pinpoint its location."
Klein's expression remained unchanged. He smiled and stood up, "I'd be happy to help, but before that, please allow me to visit the washroom."
Talim shrugged, "Of course, no problem. I'll wait for you."
"However, Sherlock, you should pay attention to your health. If you frequently need to go to the washroom, then you should be careful."
"Alright, alright."
Klein set down his wine glass and, neither fast nor slow, walked to the washroom, closed the door, walked four steps counter-clockwise, and arrived Above the gray fog.
Sitting on the high-backed chair at the head of the bronze table, Klein extended his spirituality and injected it into the crimson star representing The Chariot.
The star suddenly expanded, and Klein saw a peculiar creature. It generally resembled a human but had black scales, white feathers, and eyes that spewed pale flames.
Everyone facing it had to close their eyes, not daring to look directly.
Although Klein also 'looked directly' at it, because of the gray mist's isolation, he didn't feel anything amiss.
He quickly formed an image of the creature's location, then 'pixelated' the creature, and finally projected it into the crimson star of The Chariot.
At the same time.
A strange image appeared in Lex's mind:
A peculiar figure, covered in scales, with feathers, and eyes spewing pale flames, was located near the door, resisting the attacks of Iceberg Admiral.
Unfortunately, probably because Edwina had her eyes closed, most of her attacks missed, and most of her abilities did not hit the target.
Moreover, this figure was exceptionally blurry, as if pixelated, almost replaced by a patch of red light, but it was enough for Lex to confirm its location.
That was enough!
Lex poured his spirituality into 'Devil May Cry', and relying on memory, pointed the katana towards the door, and then softly uttered an ancient hermes word: "Light!"
Let there be light, and there was light!
Without the slightest buffer.
Suddenly, from the ceiling of the secret chamber, an intense light, like the midday sun, appeared!
Fierce sunlight penetrated the sailboat, penetrated the ceiling, and shone into the secret chamber. A majestic and vast Holy Aura, as if substantial, surged and spread like a tide in the room. A brilliant pillar, solid as substance, crashed down, landing on the Nether Queen's Descendant.
Boom!
With his eyes closed, Lex only felt as if a sun had exploded and erupted in the secret chamber!
Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel the dazzling, brilliant white light desperately trying to penetrate his eyes.
He felt the secret chamber shaking violently, and even the entire Nether Lord was trembling, but these were merely slight aftershocks from the Sun's Flare's eruption.
The power of that clear pillar of light condensed and focused; most of its power acted upon the Nether Queen's Descendant. Thus, that peculiar figure gradually melted away in the Light, turning into dark energy, and disappearing into the air.
After a moment, the tremor subsided. Then Danitz's voice rang out: "What happened?"
"Unclear."
"However, the aura of death seems to have disappeared," Edwina said. "You all maintain your current state. I'll check first."
She cautiously opened her eyes and saw that the secret chamber's door and walls had collapsed, that the floor near the door had melted into a huge gap leading to the lower deck, and that the surroundings were charred and burning with golden-yellow flames.
Fortunately, the spirit body, suspected to be the Nether Queen's Descendant, was gone.
"We are temporarily safe."
Hearing the captain's words, Lex quickly deactivated the Holy Armor and also opened his eyes, seeing the exaggerated destruction caused by the Sun's Flare.
Beneath the gap in the floor, the Sun's Flare had blasted out a 'passage' directly to the bottom of the ship's hold.
"Let's go quickly."
Edwina said decisively, "To be able to manifest the form of a mythical creature, even an incomplete one, indicates that that man is not simple."
"Moreover, I can feel that the aura of death has not diminished much. The previous attack should not have been fatal to it; otherwise, we should have found the corresponding beyonder characteristics by now."
"It has not perished yet; it could appear at any moment, return at any moment."
"We cannot stay here any longer, not for a single moment!"