From a hundred miles away, the entire fishing boat was shrouded in silver mist.
Then, like a frog being slowly boiled in warm water, it gradually seeped inside, transforming. In just over half an hour, a massive amount of rcury, vaporized and recondensed, appeared in every corner of the fishing boat, from the inside out...
Countless threads intertwined, forming an invisible giant net. With slow, thodical erosion, everything was brought under control!
Not to ntion Ji Jue's cooperation and assistance from the side.
Backed by the largest supercomputing center in Hai Province, the entity had already connected to the Jijue Workshop, which not long ago acquired the Nine-Phases Spirit integration array from the Lou Family. Nowadays, Isis had long surpassed the realm of ordinary workshop spirits. Not only did her capacity for multi-threaded processing surpass Ji Jue, but her precision control was astonishing.
Simultaneously controlling so many rcury threads was rely a small test of skill. Although complex and vast, there were patterns to be followed.
Watching such an incredible operation at this mont, a thought flashed through Ji Jue's mind...
Perhaps, Isis has the potential to beco a Matrix Holy Relic!
Just like Ball Brother, gradually adding bricks and tiles, maintaining and enhancing — with such potential, even the lofty realm of the Heavenly Person Matrix would be within reach, right?
As for the most suitable matrix... Besides Fei Gong, what else could there be?
Born from the secret rituals of fluid alchemy, Isis inherently adapted excellently to the legacy of the Mo, and matching with Fei Gong was a non-issue.
Even though rebuilding Fei Gong currently seed distant, once I reach the Rebirth rank, I could bear the backlash from splitting the matrix and perform clonal transplantation like lineage inheritance.
At that ti...
Ji Jue's eyes lit up.
Wouldn't that an I get a free apprentice, even saving the final bit of hands-on creation work, handing all the troubleso matters to her?!
Imagine, an Isis who could work three hundred sixty-five days a year, twelve months, twenty-four hours a day non-stop, and alone could match the output of dozens to hundreds of ox-and-horse craftsn — the value she could create... Just thinking about it feels sinful, it's astoundingly wonderful like a form of creation itself!
Who said traditional master-apprentice inheritance was bad!
It's simply too good!
First, the grace of creation birth, then the virtue of master-apprentice rebirth — doesn't that an she'd have to work hard for , aiding my cultivation?!
Ji Jue had already begun rubbing his hands eagerly.
Until Isis splashed him awake with cold water: "Sir, why is it whenever I want to start respecting you, you always show this expression?"
"What expression? Where's the expression?!"
Ji Jue retorted loudly, stroking the ship's railing, grinning ear to ear: "I only thought about how our good days are yet to co, and can't help but long for it kukukukuku!"
"..."
In the silence, besides the habitual dizziness akin to high blood pressure, Isis for the first ti in her life experienced a feeling that made her hair stand on end and felt greasy and unpleasant.
For the sake of world peace and stability, perhaps I should find a way to get rid of this otherwise piece of garbage first?!
But at this mont, looking at that face unconsciously smiling stupidly, filled with idiocy and moronicness, one can't help but feel helpless...
anwhile, the operation continued.
According to this garbage creator of hers, she should learn to be thrifty and steady 'in life,' not wasting even a single grain of rice. Though they're all a bunch of incorrigible trash, with a little washing and dressing, a collar and shackles, they can be set back on the assembly line to start anew.
Don't be like that gang of great group guys who resort to murder and arson at the drop of a hat — a waste!
According to Ji Jue, in the comics from before the cataclysmic years, he saw that — a true hero, even when facing heinous criminals or incorrigibly terrible marauders, wouldn't kill!
Though the comic was rather incomplete, sowhat fragnted and often contradictory, it could still be imagined how that rciful hero accumulated such imnse wealth in Sin City.
This is the reward for being good!
Though distanced by more than forty nautical miles, no matter how strong the force, across these thousands of rcury threads, it would be hard to take effect and descend, and even the strongest among them probably can't even unscrew a single screw.
But it's already enough.
From a purely machine engineering standpoint, a human's structure is far too fragile — it only takes a little interference for it to collapse without being attacked.
The first to suffer were the patrol and vigilant sentries on the deck.
The fine rcury vapor, flowing into their lungs with their breath, seeping into their eyes, eardrums, and nasal cavities, condensed into threads. Then, within the minuscule pain akin to mosquito bites, it had already delved into their blood vessels through micro-invasions.
Soon, they suffered heavy tal poisoning — grogginess, dizziness, lethargy — appearing for just a mont, and at the instant their severely impaired consciousness swooned, a thread of rcury brought spiritual interference from a hundred miles away.
Tonight, Heart Core, just delivered here, rewarded with a brand new blessing — [Ghostly Obsession] — already acted upon their consciousness.
The incomplete blessing couldn't last long anyway, so better leverage its maximum remaining value. Simultaneously, it let Ji Jue fully experience the insidiousness of Heart Core's chosen status.
Just by spending a little Spiritual reserve, almost all ordinary people on board had already fallen into bewildernt and dreams, dazed and unaware of where they were.
With the first, ca the second, then spreading like geotric progression.
All common people, as if puppets directed by rcury threads, turned into walking dead, posing no threat whatsoever.
Then, with the infusion of Mutated Spirit and various strong concoctions, several mutants were catalyzed, dragging Tu Sihai into hell...
Not just here, not just in this place.
In deathly silence, nightmares like tides silently dragged one person after another to hell.
In the gaps of the dream, Golden Teeth Baldwin in the ship cabin suddenly opened his eyes. Before he could react, he saw flesh-and-blood tentacles writhing and twisting, along with nurous mutants that had sohow gathered in the cabin.
Suddenly, they lunged forward!
Baldwin wanted to struggle and get up, but he hadn't anticipated that the man sleeping soundly beside him would suddenly have his eyes turn white, his hand clamping down on Baldwin's neck like an iron claw.
"Get the hell off !"
In an instant, Baldwin had no trace of the forr affection. He furiously crushed the man's skull, spraying blood everywhere, amidst which, flickers of silver light ca rushing out.
The stench filled his nostrils.
Along with strands of rcury threads.
At the sa ti, a hundred miles away, Ji Jue reached out his hand perfectly, the ring on his fingertip flashing a montary red light. Using the conduction of spirit and rcury dium, a streak of scarlet instantly shot out, flowing like a sword, penetrating Baldwin's skull as if riding on a fiber optic cable.
In an instant, the silent wailing from the Poison Heart Ring exploded from his soul.
Baldwin's entire body shuddered, frozen on the spot, and in just an instant's pause, his throat was bitten through, soon followed by being torn to pieces in a hungry feast.
Even the howls and spiritual fluctuations were sealed by the circulating rcury.
Then the next, and the next...
Like a silent massacre.
On the entire fishing boat, hundreds of pirates, under the erosion of Isis, lost their ability to resist one by one, or simply died on the spot. Eleven Chosen Ones, two died in a muddle, three lost their ability to resist, completely paralyzed... Until the mont when the one known as Feng Ming, the White Deer, awoke from his drunkenness, screaming in terror!
[Cicada's Senses]!
Among the many blessings of the White Deer, the most widespread and most important early stage blessing, a must-have for the Summoning Rank, even An Ran and An Ning could not escape its appeal.
No way, it's just too useful.
The autumn wind has not moved, but the cicada senses it first.
This passive effect maximizes the enhancent of senses, intuition, and instincts.
As for how effective it is, it all depends on usage and training.
The strong among them, after several blessings of transformation, can even sense a trace of malice directed at them hundreds of kiloters away. The extrely gifted, like An Ning, can sense it the mont a wolf spies on them. And Little An, Ji Jue has already seen, dodges the mont he is aid at with a gun.
Even if Feng Ming is utterly useless, he shouldn't die muddleheaded in his sleep... although it's not far from it.
In his drunken state, after inhaling a large amount of rcury vapor, he was already covered entirely by the tendrils of writhing rcury, like a cocoon.
In the mont of awakening, when he wanted to struggle, it was already too late.
The mont he was detected resisting, countless flexible threads had already pierced through his body like needles, stitching tightly, entwining, the rcury vapor in his blood vessels suddenly condensing, eroding his brain, breaking through layers, writhing, penetrating, shattering!
He only had ti to pull out the short knife that never left his side from under the pillow.
Ignoring the tearing of his body.
He threw it with all his might!
Bang!
Before his brain was completely turned to mush by the rcury, the last blade thrown from his hand emitted a mournful whistle, breaking through the resistance of one rcury thread after another and the barriers on the walls, piercing through the cabin.
The dagger suddenly spinning aimlessly, tumbling through two layers of the cabin, slantedly embedded in the wall.
An explosion erupted!
The resounding blast shattered the dead silence, continually reverberating, shattering the fragile illusion of tranquility.
Under the layers of rcury seal, in the captain's quarters, cuddled in the embrace of countless tender arms, still intoxicated in the flour-scented daze, the 'Colonel' suddenly opened his eyes, carefully sensing.
Then, from astonishnt... erupted in fury!
"What the hell is going on!"
The Colonel roared, "Get out here now!"
Boom!!!
In the thick night, the ship quaked violently, as if a scarlet, dazzling blood fire suddenly erupted, gushing, soaring into the sky!
The raging spiritual fluctuation swept through, instantly waking other Chosen Ones still in their dreams. Terrified screams and cries erupted one after another, while countless rcury threads were incinerated in the vast blood fire.
"What a pity."
Ji Jue sighed lightly, shaking his head.
I was originally planning to deal with you last...
Since you don't appreciate my kindness, then I might as well send you on your way.
In that mont, within the dissipating sea mist, countless rcury vapors gathered out of thin air, intertwined, reconstructing into a rcury dium and spiritual conductor spanning forty nautical miles.
Then, Ji Jue extended his hand, ruthlessly triggering all the accumulation stored in the Poison Heart Ring these past few months.
In the echo of the tide, a tide of wailing descended from the sky!
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