OBS Chapter 367 The Rose School's Revenge
Chapter 367 The Rose School's Revenge
Chapter 367 The Rose School's Revenge
Simim Island, where the ancient elven ruins once housed the "Book of Calamities".
Fine, dazzling starlight surged from the void, weaving into a patterned, illusory door, from which Cyril stepped out.
Clang!
He casually tossed a gold coin into the air, and after spinning a few times, it fell back into his hand.
The reverse side facing up indicates negation!
"There's no danger. It seems the Church of Storms has already swept through."
As he whispered, he gently rubbed his fingers together, creating a bright but not glaring light that illuminated the hall of the ruins.
The hall was quite dilapidated, with spiderweb-like cracks crisscrossing the gray stone floor, and a ring of green moss growing around the cracks.
The walls, also covered in cracks, showed signs of being scraped by objects, as if someone had violently scraped off a layer of plaster.
After looking around, he found the right direction, took a step forward, and disappeared from sight.
At the lowest level of the ruins, there is a half-collapsed underground area with an abandoned altar, where a faint blue light flashed by.
Snapped!
A crisp snap of fingers rang out, and then the entire underground area lit up.
Looking at the scratched walls and ceiling, and the piles of peeling plaster in the corners, Sirion sighed helplessly.
Clearly, the Church of Storms and military personnel who arrived before him had cleared out the ruins, taking away the valuable items and destroying anything that shouldn't have been there.
He paused, then took out the crystal ball that contained a single azure eye and pressed it against his forehead.
A deep, pale purple hue appeared in the azure eye inside the crystal ball, and then a second vision appeared in his mind.
Under the vision of the "Eye of Secrets," he saw traces of residual spirituality around him, and a blurry, cyan-blue figure exuding a sense of rage.
"Neptune...."
He murmured to himself, then looked away and tried to reconstruct the scene around him using divination, but all he could see was a hazy layer of azure water.
"...Depend on!"
"I'm always the one interfering with other people's divinations; this is the first time someone has interfered with my divination."
The "Neptune" sequence shouldn't be good at interfering with divination; did it seek help from the "Lord of Storms," or perhaps utilize some sealed artifact?
He muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, put away the crystal ball, turned around and disappeared into the half-collapsed underground area.
In the hall of ruins, Cyril, who was about to "teleport" away from the ruins to explore the surroundings, paused as he saw a thick, grayish-white mist surging out in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Emlyn the Moon, sitting in a room filled with dolls, praying to Mr. Fool.
"Dear Fool," please convey to "Fate" that I wish to borrow money from him, approximately 1000 pounds.
"I will repay him after I become a baron. It can be in cash, or I can help him concoct extraordinary potions."
Tsk~, "Moon" still couldn't resist the temptation of the Baron's inheritance.
However, he still needs to come to me for a loan now. It seems that after taking over the business of helping vampires recover extraordinary traits, Nibais has not given him any more operating funds.
Composing himself, he nodded slightly to "The Fool" Klein, who sat atop the gray mist, and said, "Alright."
After extracting a fragment of Cyril's reply and placing it into the illusory star representing the "moon," Klein suddenly noticed the similar style of his surroundings to the ruins of the "Sea God" and asked curiously, "Where are you?"
"The ancient elven ruins of Simim Island... unfortunately, we arrived a bit too late. The valuable items were all taken by the Church of Storms, and what they couldn't take was destroyed."
After a brief pause, he changed the subject, saying, "Perhaps you could try divination to restore things. I can use the magic mirror to draw upon your power?"
Above the gray fog, Klein thoughtfully replied, "We can give it a try."
In the partially collapsed underground area of the ruins, Sirion conjured up images of ritual materials and an antique, silver-plated full-length mirror from a drawing.
After adding a few drops of essential oil and hydrosol to the flickering candlelight, he stepped back and whispered in ancient Hermes: "Fool not of this age, mysterious ruler above the gray fog, king of yellow and black who holds good fortune..."
As the incantation was chanted, the light he created through magic dimmed, and the ancient, silver-plated mirror in front of him suddenly became deep and dark, from which thick gray mist surged forth.
In the gray fog, the figure of "The Fool" leaning back in a high-backed chair appeared and disappeared, his gaze seemingly piercing through the mirror and looking at the ruins in reality.
After a moment of silence, images suddenly flashed across the surface of the full-length mirror:
A tall, robust middle-aged man appeared in the underground area of the ruins.
He looked to be around forty years old, with strong, defined facial features and well-defined muscles that stretched his loose Storm Priest robes.
"Aquaman" Yann Courtman!
Behind him, several figures tried to approach, but he stopped them with a shout.
Then, Aquaman's deep blue robe billowed, and swirling gusts of fierce wind surged from his body, thinning the surrounding walls and ceiling.
The howling wind quickly subsided, and then several people wearing identical long overcoats strode forward, took away the items that had been placed around the altar, and left without looking back.
The image in the mirror then dimmed, layers of water rippled out, and then appeared a series of murals that seemed to be shrouded in mist, not very clear:
The main subject of the mural is two figures whose details are not clearly visible, facing each other across space.
One of them was a man dressed in a simple, loose robe and holding a lightning-shaped spear.
His ears were pointed and high-set. Although his face was not clearly visible, he was very handsome. His facial features were soft, and his hair was thick and black and blue, surrounded by storm, lightning and waves.
Opposite him stood a tall figure shrouded in light, standing on a wheel symbolizing time, with shadows spreading out behind him like a curtain, concealing only one eye.
The image in the mirror lasted for less than two seconds before everything faded into darkness amidst the rippling blue water.
Immediately afterwards, the figure of "The Fool" Klein, sitting upright in the gray mist, reappeared, and his voice echoed in Sirion's ears through the mirror: "This is the limit. There are remnants on the mural, not very strong, but that very high power is hindering my divination."
"Could it be the 'Lord of Storms'?"
Sirion pondered for a moment and said, "It could also be some power left behind when the Elf King was still alive."
"The Book of Natural Disasters was once stored here," and it has remained undiscovered for thousands of years, most likely due to some inherent power concealing this place.
"The Elf King..." Klein murmured in the mirror, then asked, "Was the mural depicting the Elf King's conflict with the ancient sun god?"
"The shadow behind the ancient sun god seems very similar to the image of the true creator."
Cyril shrugged. "There were probably two paths back then: the ancient sun god who controlled the sun and the Hanged Man."
"perhaps....
'
After a sigh, the swirling gray mist and Klein's figure in the mirror disappeared.
Seeing this, Cyril raised his hand, causing all the imagined things to disappear, and then reached out and pushed open a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols in the air.
He stepped into it and vanished in an instant.
At No. 14 Fragrant Tree Avenue, Cyril, who had just returned from the ancient elven ruins on Simim Island, raised an eyebrow at Danitz, who greeted him warmly and asked after his well-being: "Did you offend Gehrman Sparrow?"
Danitz immediately shook his head: "No."
"What was I thinking, provoking that lunatic?!"
"Um...no, what I mean is that Gehrman Sparrow is so busy every day, we probably don't even see each other for more than ten minutes a day, how could I have offended him?"
Cyril crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him: "If you don't want me to plead for you in front of Gehrman, then what's the point of your eagerness?"
"Hey..." Danitz chuckled, then stammered, "Well, um, aren't you going to visit our captain on the Golden Dream later?"
"Could you also give me a ride home?"
"Traveling in the spirit world is much more convenient than buying a ticket and taking a boat myself. Besides, I think you need a guide. Finding someone to coordinate with and getting the boarding location is a troublesome and trivial matter, but with me here, you won't need to worry about these trivial matters."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. With you as the intermediary, I can directly pinpoint the location of the Golden Dream."
Uh... Danitz's expression froze for a moment.
shit!
If it weren't for the increased bounty making it too dangerous to stay in Bayam, and the added danger of having you and Gehrman Sparrow by my side, I wouldn't have willingly ended this New Year holiday that I hadn't even had a chance to enjoy.
While inwardly grumbling, he smiled ingratiatingly and said, "You're right, so taking me back to the Golden Dream is a win-win situation, isn't it?"
Cyril nodded, then feigned a troubled expression and said, "That's true, but are you sure Gehrman will let you, a mere tool, leave?"
"I remember you promised to take him to the local extraordinary gathering."
"Uh... I can tell him how to participate in that extraordinary gathering. There are no barriers to entry; anyone who knows about it can go. There are even some government officials mixed in there."
On Olive Avenue, having just had the chance to play the "Faceless Man," Klein paused almost imperceptibly as he walked back, then continued on his way with a blank expression.
A sense of danger, like that of the "Joker," was racing through his mind, as if terror was about to strike at any moment.
The dangers of spiritual intuition come from all directions: fallen leaves from roadside trees, hats worn by pedestrians, newspapers held by newsboys...
...danger could come from any inanimate object around you.
This is very similar to what happened in Backlund. I've encountered another demigod from the Rose School.
The demigod of the Rose School was tracking the defector Miss Sharon and Maritch back then, so what is he doing this time?
He lowered his gaze and looked at the thin human skin glove on his right hand.
...The only one who could possibly mobilize a demigod is probably Senor, the "Blood General" whom I herded with "Crawling Hunger".
Is this to avenge him? So many days have passed, isn't it a bit late?
The confrontation between "Aquaman" Yone Courtman and Cavituwa a few days ago shocked even this demigod of the Rose School.
Lost in thought, he quickened his pace without making a sound, heading towards the location of the Sea Wave Church.
Regardless of whether the other party is targeting him because of Señor's soul in "Crawling Hunger," they will definitely be more restrained near the Church of the Waves, giving him more time to think about how to get rid of them.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he stopped in his tracks. His body felt as if it had fallen into freezing water, becoming stiff, numb, and uncontrollable.
At the same time, his eyes reflected the figure of an old man who looked aged and withered.
The old man's skin was dark brown, and the wrinkles on his face formed deep furrows. His white hair was sparse, like autumn leaves, and he seemed to have lived for many, many years.
Klein belatedly realized a problem he had overlooked: Miss Sharon of Sequence 5 was very skilled in divination and counter-divination, and demigods of the same path would only be stronger in this regard.
He spotted me from the start; he came specifically for me!
As his thoughts were swirling in his mind, the thin glove on his right hand was suddenly bathed in brilliant sunlight.
The next second, a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky and enveloped him.
Suddenly, billowing black smoke, resembling boiling, billowed from his body, accompanied by a sizzling sound.
At the same time, the withered old man's figure reflected in his eyes disappeared, and in his place, a transparent figure appeared behind him.
Under the intense beam of light, the transparent figure showed signs of cracking.
The next second, the transparent figure disappeared, and the Joker's intuitive warning resurfaced.
Klein's body reacted instinctively, leaping backward while twisting his waist and back to dodge.
call out!call out!
The surrounding leaves, withered branches, newspapers, and even roof tiles all transformed into arrows that shot out.
In mid-air, Klein's body was unable to dodge and was pierced by withered branches, turning into a pale yellow paper figure full of holes.
His figure had just appeared on the other side of the street when he was firmly bound by the clothes on his body.
His two trouser legs were tightly twisted together, and his woolen overcoat wrapped him up like a dumpling, preventing him from making any movement. The brim of his half-high silk hat was pulled down, completely obscuring his eyes.
The collar of his shirt kept tightening, and the collar of his wool coat stood up, firmly covering his mouth and nose, as if to suffocate him to death.
Ugh!
A sudden gust of wind swept around him, and a few drops of golden liquid were carried by the wind, landing right on him.
With a hissing sound, Klein felt his suddenly rebellious clothes loosen a little.
Without the slightest hesitation, he rubbed his fingers together and lit the match he had brought with him.
The crimson flames suddenly surged, completely enveloping him before disappearing from the spot.
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