OBS Chapter 264 The Storm Lord's Lightning Strike
Chapter 264 The Storm Lord's Lightning Strike
Chapter 264 The Storm Lord's Lightning Strike
boom!
A deafening roar, like a thunderstorm, suddenly erupted above the underground plaza, while a blinding white light flashed in the dim underground.
The worshippers of the "Weather God," who were holding a sacrificial ceremony around the central altar in the square, suddenly stopped. The violent noise and blinding light caused them to temporarily lose their hearing and sight, and the scene descended into chaos.
Immediately afterwards, a howling wind arose, carrying thick white fog to every corner of the underground plaza.
Amidst the swirling mist, a piece of drawing paper was blown by the wind and floated above the altar.
On the front of the drawing paper is a blurry figure standing above thick clouds, surrounded by lightning and gale, with surging waves at its feet, like a tyrannical king surveying his territory.
Snapped!
A faint, ethereal snap of fingers suddenly rang out, followed by flashes of silvery lightning on the drawing paper, and the blurry figure surrounded by gale, lightning, and waves came to life.
The paper crackled with silvery lightning, and the tyrannical and majestic figure seemed about to step out amidst the intense flashes of light.
call!
The next second, a spear wreathed in purplish-blue flames suddenly appeared and pierced through it.
The tyrannical figure that came to life on the drawing paper turned to ashes along with the drawing paper in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a howling wind suddenly swept up the thick fog that permeated the area, pushing it to the top of the underground plaza. As a streak of lightning flashed across the sky, the fog suddenly darkened, turning into oppressive, gloomy clouds that seemed poised to unleash a storm.
In front of the altar at the very center of the underground plaza, a handsome red-haired man in a black cloak looked sharply toward the shadowy direction where Cyril and Tobias were.
"God was right, you have indeed come."
"A heretic who brought calamity to Banshee!"
As he spoke, blazing white and bluish flames rapidly condensed in his hand, quickly forming a flaming spear indistinguishable from a physical object.
Cyril frowned slightly, his "astrologer's" spiritual intuition and sense of danger raging wildly in his mind at the same time.
It's locked, and it's the kind of lock that even "paper doll substitutes" and "fantasies" can't escape.
This is "weakness detection" at the angel level!
This also proves from another perspective that this place has a strong connection with the space located in the regular crack.
As his thoughts drifted, he gently rubbed his fingers together.
Above the underground plaza, amidst the thick fog that had transformed into dark clouds, sheets of paper bearing portraits of different figures drifted down.
In an instant, the entire underground plaza resounded with low chants, each with a completely different tone but remarkably uniform:
"King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Calamity..."
"King of the Sky..."
The red-haired man in the black robe, his face dark, hurled the newly formed, blazing white-blue flame spear at the falling drawings.
The flaming spear disintegrated abruptly after leaving his hand, transforming into countless flaming arrows that pierced through and burned the paintings in mid-air.
No, not all of them. One piece of paper was not burned after being hit by the flaming arrow.
On the scroll, Steve, cradling his head, glared fiercely at the person below who had hurled the flaming arrow at him, muttering to himself incessantly:
"King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of Calamity, God of Storms!"
boom!
A fireball, bluish-purple in color, suddenly struck Steve's face. The painting, which had been unaffected by the flames, was scorched and blackened by the bright flames, showing signs of being ignited.
"Oh no, help! Lord, help me! I'm going to die from drawing this!"
In front of the altar, the flames in the red-haired man's hand, tinged with blue and purple, condensed once more.
Boom!
A bolt of silvery-white lightning, as thick as a water bucket, appeared out of thin air and struck him.
In an instant, an extraordinary being who could borrow the power of the "God of Weather" was reduced to a charred corpse on the spot.
After the silvery lightning dissipated, fine electric snakes darted around the altar, instantly numbing and paralyzing the nearby followers of the "Weather God".
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After a brief pause, a dense rumble of thunder sounded, and streaks of silver-white lightning shot out, carrying an intense, almost tangible, violent and destructive aura, striking the altar in the center of the underground plaza and the surrounding area in droves.
In less than a second, the entire underground plaza was enveloped in a silvery-white forest of lightning.
Where lightning rages, whether it's bricks, mud, or cult members holding rituals, the illusory gate formed by starlight is rapidly shattering, evaporating, and disappearing.
A sudden, howling, violent wind swept through the deep blue church.
Inside the prayer hall, rows of neatly arranged benches creaked and groaned, causing worshippers and clergy to lose their balance and either fall or stumble.
In less than half a minute, "Aquaman" Yann Courtman rode the raging winds to the place where lightning was raging.
The violent, destructive lightning had ended, the dark clouds in the sky were dissipating, and the semi-abandoned street on the ground had disappeared, leaving only a scorched crater tens of meters deep and hundreds of meters wide.
Yann Courtman was lifted into the air by swirling gusts of wind, his brow furrowed, his cold and serious gaze sweeping across his surroundings, searching for any living creature that might be there.
At a private dock in Bansi Harbor, Alger, who had just brought the "Azure Avenger" ashore, stared in astonishment into the depths of Bansi Harbor, at that place where lightning flashed.
Behind him, several crew members from the Church of Storms, who had concealed their identities, also stared in astonishment in that direction.
As extraordinary individuals through the "Sailor" pathway, they felt the terrifying sense of dread that struck their body, mind, and spirit during the lightning strike far more intensely than ordinary people or extraordinary individuals through other pathways.
After gazing at him for a while, Alger slowly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head.
As the captain of the "Azure Avenger" and a member of the Tarot Club, he knew and thought more than anyone else on board.
...This direct feeling of brutality, terror, and majesty far surpasses even that of the "Singer of God" I met in Backlund and the "Sea King" of the Roside Islands.
Although I've never seen them angry, I can't imagine it being any more terrifying than that burst of lightning just now.
Could it be that an angel from the church came here, discovered the hidden danger in Bansi, and cleaned it up?
Composing himself, he turned to the crew members behind him and said, half-admonishing and half-admonishing:
"We will disembark in batches, go to the island to purchase supplies, and leave here tomorrow."
"Remember to be careful and don't cause trouble. We're just here to replenish supplies and exchange some information."
The crew members behind him echoed:
"Don't worry, Captain."
"If it weren't for the fact that turning back would be too embarrassing, I would really like to suggest that we leave this island now."
Inside the cabin of the passenger ship docked in Bansi Port, tiny specks of starlight suddenly burst forth, quickly outlining a phantom door in the room.
Immediately afterwards, Cyril and a disheveled Tobias emerged from behind the "".
The illusory gate formed by starlight vanished, and Sirion immediately raised his hand to conjure a radiant crystal ball.
Then let it shatter, turning into tiny starlight that merges into the void, thus interfering with spiritual intuition and divination.
Tobias sat down awkwardly and slowly in the armchair, his face dark as he gritted his teeth and said:
"Damn it, Lord of the Storms! So many lightning bolts struck me, an ordinary one."
Cyril casually replied, "Clearly, He saw through your angelic nature and your connection with that weather god."
"But at least you were lucky. Most of the firepower was drawn to that space within the rift in the rules, otherwise you would have died on the very next day after regaining your freedom."
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Tobias remained silent with a dark expression. Although he did retain some of the essence of an angel, his body was indeed that of an ordinary human. If he were struck by even a slightly thicker bolt of lightning, he would evaporate on the spot, just like the followers of the "weather god" around the altar.
He paused, then changed the subject: "How do you ensure that the Lord of Storms responds to prayers and launches an attack in a timely manner?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "I can't guarantee that either."
"But the stingy and irritable Lord of Storms will sense my use of the scroll to project his image and will attack immediately. I have extensive experience in this area."
"Even if he tolerates this, I still have a magical spell that can guarantee divine punishment from him."
Cyril shrugged, then took out a gold coin, flicked it into the air with a clang, and performed a simple divination.
Tobias looked at the gold coin in his hand, face down, and asked curiously:
"What was the result?"
Cyril frowned, tossed the gold coins twice more, and then sighed helplessly:
"Bad news."
"Your true form, the current God of Weather, has not been destroyed by the lightning strike of the Lord of Storms."
Similarly, the pollution seeping out of the "City of Calamity" has not been completely resolved.
Tobias shook his head slightly: "It is indeed bad news."
"You don't seem too surprised," Sirion said, raising an eyebrow at him.
Tobias scoffed: "Because I know myself. Even though that corrupt personality is inflated, arrogant, and somewhat foolish, there's no denying that he's a competent schemer."
"He is willing to give you a portion of the extraordinary qualities of the War Bishop, and even to separate me from him. Besides the fear of a direct confrontation with that ancient dragon and attracting the attention of the Lord of Storms, it is mostly for his own sake."
"Without my obstruction, His connection with the City of Calamity will be even stronger and more intimate."
"Even if the Pope of the Storm Church personally intervened, He might not be able to defeat Him now. It's not surprising that He was able to dodge the Storm Lord's attack through the rift in the rules."
"Furthermore, due to the people of Bansi Island, the Lord of Storms cannot immediately go all out, which gives him time to react."
After a brief pause, he added:
"Besides these, there might also be the reason why he separated me so readily: the City of Calamity."
"During that time when I was closely associated with the city of pollution and disaster, I could sometimes vaguely sense its urgency."
"In a hurry?" Sirion raised an eyebrow slightly.
Tobias nodded. "Yes, urgently."
"I suspect that the will of the 'City of Calamity' or the state of the 'City of Calamity' itself is not very good either."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, and was about to ask further when Steve suddenly interrupted him:
"Great, merciful master, perhaps you could save me before we start talking; I feel like I'm about to die."
Steve's voice was weak, as if he were a patient on his deathbed giving his last words.
Sirion quickly looked down at the scroll in his hand. The paper, which had been pale and almost transparent like human skin, was now charred black, with several fist-sized holes in the middle, as if burned by fire.
The contents of the painting are slowly fading, while tiny white specks of light are emerging.
Cyril's expression gradually darkened; this painting might really be doomed.
Both the bluish-purple flames and the lightning strikes originating from the "Lord of Storms" possess the power to damage or even destroy magical items.
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