Watching the first mate walk out of the guest room worriedly, Klein's gaze was like a sword, piercing Daniz's whole body.
Daniz, who suddenly escaped from his worries, shook his head, backed away and slumped on the chair.
"Bansi is a relatively old colonial island, and there have always been rumors of various local bizarre and heresies circulating in the sea. However, these rumors have become more and more outrageous recently, so outrageous that this land has almost become a curse in people's mouths.
place."
"Before Loen's colonial army landed, the indigenous people here believed in a primitive god called the 'God of Weather', and Loen took control of the island. After the Church of Storms established the church, this god seemed not to be fully
Even after the fall, the indigenous people still believed in the existence of gods and frequently held blood sacrifices."
Daniz looked at the island that could already be seen in the distance and was surrounded by the storm, and his nose twitched violently.
"As for the recent times... just like the Varyag that guy just mentioned, the not-so-dead 'God of Weather' may have come back to life. Now the entire island is shrouded in a weird curse. Our captain
It is speculated that this curse may be aimed at all outsiders, and it is a curse of revenge, just to make all sinners who try to touch the island pay with their blood."
"Lieutenant General Iceberg" actually said this?
Klein's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, and the gold coins flipped out of his palm danced on his fingertips.
Daniz took a deep breath when he saw this scene.
"I'm not lying. Our captain is good at reasoning based on clues. Her deduction has not been wrong so far. That island is definitely evil."
Bang...Kleon suddenly stopped his divination, took a deep look at Daniz, then stood up and walked to the bathroom.
Before closing the door, he turned around as if remembering something and said:
"You can take this opportunity to write a suicide note first."
After saying that, Klein slammed the bathroom door.
Daniz stared blankly at the closed wooden door with his mouth wide open, his legs trembling slightly.
What do you mean, why did this guy suddenly ask me to write a suicide note?
I shouldn't have disobeyed his will in the past few days, and I've given him all the information I should give him!
For a moment, Daniz was in a panic and almost had to make a difficult choice between wielding a knife at Gehrman or running away immediately.
But he soon calmed down and believed that the warning was more important than the threat. The madman might really be aware of the approaching danger.
Damn it, it seems like I can only write a suicide note on this ship... Silently, the desperate Daniz touched the pen and paper on the table.
In the bathroom, Klein, who had used the paper man to disguise himself and climbed into the gray mist, sat quietly on the toilet, his consciousness having reached the top of the long bronze table.
As soon as he climbed onto the gray fog, he saw that "Mystery" had just cut off the connection with a certain crimson star, and a figure disappeared without a trace beside the long table.
Klein was not in the mood for gossip, so he took off the pendulum from his left wrist and immediately divined:
"The people on this ship who are spying on me."
The topaz rotated greatly, and the "Secret" at the top looked at this scene, silently raised its arms, and the entire field of vision suddenly became higher.
The illusory divination picture was drawn out by the majestic spirituality, mixed with gray and white, and a holographic projection of the North Wind was constructed in the giant hall. The changes in light and shadow cast a thin veil on the simple stone pillars.
Klein's eyes quickly searched in the projection, and finally stopped at two dazzling spots that were very close to each other, one was deep red and hot, and the other was a dull purple.
That demigod from the "Hunter" pathway, and... a demigod from the "Peeper" pathway who feels a lot like Edmund Yin Asong to me?
While Klein was thinking, a sigh suddenly came to his ears. "Secret" stared at the spot of light, showing nostalgia.
"Bernadette."
Following her words, the light spot was immediately restored to its original appearance. A woman with long, smooth chestnut hair was sitting at the table, and beside her, there was actually a young man accompanying her. She was not alone.
"Medici!"
Klein stared at that handsome face that was no longer pale and smelled the smell of conspiracy.
"Even though she has fallen and lost her uniqueness, the appearance of Medici still means that cholera is about to come to the world." "Secret"'s eyes stayed on the thoughtful face for a long time, "Her target should be
It is the blood of his descendants.”
"Maybe Surt, the demigod you met."
"But what does this have to do with Banxi? Why would Medici use Banxi as his hunting ground?" Klein frowned.
Although he couldn't figure out why Roselle's daughter came together with the Red Angel, he knew very well that the strange rumors in Banxi were definitely not groundless.
"Secret" glanced at him, and his cold expression became a little darker.
"Banxi was called Binxi in ancient times. In the Age of the Creator, this small border island has been a frequent visitor to the documents of the Kingdom of God. It is inextricably linked to the path of the 'Red Priest'."
"In a sense, its level of danger is comparable to that of Source Castle."
...
The door lock clicked lightly, and Daniz, who was holding a piece of paper and muttering, raised his head in panic, and saw Gehrman Sparrow walking out of the bathroom. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that this crazy adventurer's face looked more...
Like a dead person.
"I've written the suicide note." Daniz swallowed.
Klein, who had a face as cold as frost, glanced at the thin piece of paper, and all he could think about was finally using his "secret" persona to peek into what the island had seen.
"Try not to get off the boat," his voice was much softer, but Daniz could hear the feeling of suppressed anger, "if you still want to send this suicide note intact."
Who provoked this madman?
This was Daniz's first thought. He looked at the half-open door of the bathroom tremblingly, and suddenly felt stupid.
How could there be someone in the bathroom?
It's impossible for me to go down and take the initiative to board that island. It's not like I have no brains... Just when he put away the suicide note and wanted to pray to the storm with a guilty conscience, there was a sudden loud bang on the door of the room.
The closed door was kicked open, and a familiar black figure stood under the door frame, sneering at the two people in the room.
The man in black first glared at Herman threateningly, and then smiled sarcastically when he glanced at Nyx.
"Hey young!"
He pointed behind himself, and the flames in his palms were ferocious.
"Get out to the corridor. Everyone get out to the deck now. This is the marshal's order."
Looking beyond the "Hunter", Klein saw the passengers following him in a line, being threatened one by one by Captain Compaoré, including many women and children.
Daniz stared worriedly at the adventurer whose eyes were getting scary, and silently prayed that this lunatic would not have a seizure at this time.
Suddenly, a stiff arc slowly appeared on Gehrman's thin and stern face.
The adventurer bowed politely and said:
"No problem at all."
After that, he walked out of the room and joined the long queue, followed closely by Daniz.
While walking through the corridor, he noticed that Hermann glanced at the luxurious guest room with the door half open, and it was empty.
...
"Are you sure your descendants are on this island?"
On the edge of Bansi, with her back against the roaring waves, Bernadette gazed at the island wrapped in chaotic colors with a serious expression.
At some point, there was no trace of leisure on Medici's face. Complex emotions were brewing in his red eyes, reflecting the depths of the island. His long blood-red hair danced with the strong wind, like a ball of fire.
"Sure and sure..."
She looked at Bernadette, "Have you already collected the spirits of those two guys?"
Bernadette knew she was referring to Sauron and Einhorn, and nodded slightly.
"Well done, but you'd better put those two guys together with your magic lamp. If there is an accident, let me see the bad faces of those two guys, I promise, and I will definitely Send you to keep them company."
Bernadette resisted this invisible pressure, expressionlessly summoned a half-human, half-wind figure, and adjusted the seal configuration.
After doing all this, she looked at Medici again.
"Then you should also tell me what happened here. This is because we are equal..."
"Little princess..." Medici interrupted her, summoning the black armor with blood stains from the void, and there was a sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, whether it was towards Bernadette or herself.
"You're not even an angel. Where is the equality between you and me?"
"After working as a spy for such a long time, you should know that some things are poisonous and cannot be heard, known or seen."
The red angel, whose dark wings spread out from behind, rarely showed compassion on his face. He looked at the shadow of the giant dragon hidden in the mountain and tortured by snakes and flames, and said in a vicissitudes of voice:
"I appreciate your feelings for your father. I can have a little more fun while you are alive. Whether you believe it or not, I hope our alliance can last longer."
"In this fucking world, loyalty..." Red Angel snorted, "It's so precious."
...
On the deck of the North Wind, Soult looked at the seemingly normal town of Bansi and asked in his local mental network:
"Is everyone here?"
Deputy John bowed slightly and said, "Marshal, no one was found except in the deluxe room. Everyone is here."
Soult nodded, instead of blaming his subordinates for their dereliction of duty as before, his eyes silently followed the figure wearing a cloak and holding a lantern on the island, watching him move forward with difficulty, and frowning at the empty head under the cloak. .
"Push all the passengers ashore and let them head for the top of the mountain. No one can be left behind."
Behind him, cries and whines came one after another, but after the bursts of harsh curses and arrogant flames, all the voices of opposition disappeared.
Klein looked at the man on the deck who had his arm cut off by the flames and was crying and wailing. For the first time, he had the idea of letting his emotions be completely controlled by anger.
He didn't even notice that the "substitute" on his right hand shimmered, as if it sensed something.
...
Off the coast of Banxi, a chaotic storm stirs up reality and the spiritual world. The powerful force tyrannically twists reality and illusion together, and there is a faint tendency to tear this space apart.
In the midst of such chaos, a bright starlight traveled from the east. It was like a fish in water in an environment where order failed, and it easily squeezed into the space destroyed by distorted spirituality.
This starlight carved out an area in the spiritual world and landed on the "rock" he created himself, ignoring the "storm" around him.
Tristan, who was wearing a black trench coat and slowly outlined in the collision of transparent insects and starlight, looked at the upside-down island leaning on the terrifying shadow with solemn eyes.
Beside him, a figure walked out of the darkness beneath his feet, surveying the extremely chaotic environment around him with slightly dull eyes, and frowned slightly.
"Yin Fu, I'm sorry for letting you take such a risk in the first place."
Tristan closed his dizzy eyes, took out a pure and clear spherical crystal under the gaze of the lady beside him, and stroked the surface with his palm.
In the gloomy black, he glimpsed a giant dragon with a broken neck, a red meteor, a self-doubting sage, a chariot swallowed by greed, and a pair of cold and ruthless golden stand-up boys.
All of this was extremely clear. Only two scenes were obscured by smoke and gray fog respectively. Only the gray scene could faintly reveal an isolated human figure.
After finishing the divination, Tristan turned his palm, and the clear crystal ball disappeared instantly, and he opened his closed eyes.
He felt the familiar fear, which was the unreasonable panic he felt when facing the Tudor Empire army when he first became a demigod in the Fourth Age.
After taking a few deep breaths, the bright starlight on Tristan's body rose again, and together with Yin Fulin, it was thrown towards the upside-down island.
...
"It's really going to end this time. Fortunately, you let me write a suicide note in advance." Daniz put on an ugly smile and tried not to cry.
He and Klein were walking at the end of the team, and were watched by three "hunters" with scorching flames touching their backs.
Klein glanced at the child who was infected by Daniz's despair, tears could not stop flowing from his eyes, and his stern face was gloomy.
Soult left only one entourage to guard the ship with the original sailors of the North Wind, and ordered most of his subordinates to escort the unarmed passengers to the mountain, while he himself disappeared without a trace, and he did not know where he went.
Klein glanced thoughtfully at the deputy walking on the left side of the team, the man in black named John. His right hand hanging by his side turned slightly, and his fingertips flexibly turned the gold coins.
Suddenly, the first mate, who was forced by Compaore to follow the passengers up the mountain, heard a sound of retching. He quickly looked to the left and saw a fat passenger pinching his neck desperately, vomiting non-stop, as if
To spit out all the internal organs.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that the man in black and Compaore ignored him, he hurriedly rushed forward, patting the man's back to help, but found that the man's wrist was holding him with unusual strength, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with tears.
Fear of the unknown.
Klein, who was walking, looked at this scene and uttered an ancient Hermetic word without any warning.
"Light."
The scorching bright fire fell from the sky and struck every man in black mercilessly, accurately avoiding nearby passengers.
Klein raised his left hand that was dyed golden, and his right hand gave up the control of the fat passenger's spiritual body thread, and decisively lit himself on fire while wiping it on his waist.
Boom!
Along with the silvery white and cold weather, thunderstorms broke the calm, and heavy rain fell from the sky.
John, who had just escaped the harassment of the bright fire, looked ferocious, and his sinister eyes were inevitably shaken by fear after the silvery white flash.
In the dense rain, a stream of orange-red flames burned stubbornly, and the adventurer, whose face was illuminated by lightning, came silently, holding a long blade in his hand and drawing the sword from the sky to the stronger one.