The violent, escaping flames burn endlessly, lingering on the floating shadows of the sea. The colorful water flow, which seems to contain all colors, washes away the ash that is thrown out from time to time on the outer layer of the flame, washing away the ash that mortal eyes cannot see directly.
of pollution.
Bernadette was far away from the flame. Looking at the sea of shadows summoned by herself, but completely inconsistent with the content of fairy tale magic, she couldn't help but doubt her life.
Her father, Emperor Russell, taught her a weird fairy tale magic before his death.
However, from the perspective of the story, the so-called "fairy tale" is better described as a "black fairy tale". There is no dreamy color in the whole story. Instead, the bloody and ignorant primitive sacrifice takes up most of the space.
Bernadette, who was no longer young at the time but could only be called a girl, once asked her father in confusion, but Russell always had only one answer.
"This is my hometown...the legend of an ancient place, you must keep it in mind."
Bernadette didn't understand why the content in the legend was so similar to the high-sequence ability of the "Secret Prayer" pathway, and she didn't understand why the fairy tale magic didn't bring out the darkness in Medici's heart after it was used on her.
Instead, it has attracted an incomprehensible and invisible ocean that contains all things, and one can even faintly hear the murmurs of the "True Creator".
"Little princess, close your eyes."
A weak voice sounded from the fireball. Bernadette was suddenly startled and immediately closed her eyes. As her lips murmured, white wings grew from behind, wrapping her up in layers. The repeated mysterious patterns presented an incomprehensible appearance.
of closed loop.
Finally, the manic fireball could no longer restrain itself. A series of explosions bombarded Bernardai's eardrums one after another. However, the terrifying heat generated by the explosion caused a strange deviation when it touched the stacked wings, forming a closed loop.
The pattern flashed, and the white wings like swan wings suddenly burst out with rays of holy light at this moment, which for a moment looked very similar to the legendary angel wings.
Not only the appearance, but the land where Bernadette was standing at this moment, the false angelic aura was fighting against the explosion. The land outside the holy light shrouded in the hot aura was steaming, cracks appeared in a moment, and even moved closer to melting into mud.
The orange-red fire spread across the earth, illuminating the small island on the sea where the fireball was located like daylight. The never-ending storm of the violent sea was still at this moment, and a moment later it roared with an unprecedented and more violent attitude, as if it was roaring.
, cursing, longing for something to return to his arms.
Above the gray mist hovering at endless heights, the "mysterious" sight passed through the clouds and oceans, pointing directly at the deep part of the spiritual world that was divided by the ancient god Gregory, and landed on a dead city-state.
This city is covered in mist and the loneliness of death. The strange inverted spiral structure is like a funnel or a pyramid in the old days, suppressing some kind of unspeakable terror.
"Secret" stared at it for a long time. Seeing that the city-state did not see the fog overflowing as expected, he slowly withdrew his gaze. At the same time, deep in the spiritual world, the huge spiritual body floating on the edge of the city-state also disappeared. Source Castle
The breath is fleeting.
"Is this also the 'fantastic idea' of your emperor father?"
Medici's voice passed through the isolation of the wings and reached Bernadette's ears.
She seemed to have some understanding of the fairy tale magic used by the "Master of Prophecy". Although there were no provocative words in her words, Bernadette could only frown.
"Have you returned to Sequence Two?"
The white wings slowly dissipated, and the overwhelmed closed-loop symbol also returned to nothingness. Bernadette looked at the high-spirited Medici in front of her, her skin was no longer pale, but had a touch of warmth of a living person, and she frowned slightly.
The red angel, who was in a good mood, said "Hey" and looked up at the edge of the sky. Different from the storms that could be seen everywhere in the violent sea, the "silver white thorns" were breaking through the atmosphere, with a smile on his lips.
"That's understandable, but now is not the time to explain."
"Of course, if the little princess is willing to wag her tail to her father and see if the emperor will go against the storm for the sake of his daughter, I will consider clarifying the matter."
The storm...means that the tyrant has set his sights?
The unusual movements and occult connections caused by the angel's promotion are enough to alarm the true God who has already been paying attention!
Bernadette's eyelids twitched crazily and she activated another fairy tale magic without hesitation, while Medici next to her still looked relaxed and glanced next to her.
The door of starlight composed of countless insects opened under the feet of the two of them. The unprepared Bernadette felt that her body had lost its center of gravity, and her extraordinary abilities were suppressed by the higher-ranking Red Angel.
The arm may fall to the ground.
"You didn't want to compete with the tyrant just now, did you?"
Medici's fluttering red hair fell down again the moment she returned to the real world, and she let go of her arm around Bernadette's waist.
She clapped her hands and nodded forward.
"Good job."
"I am terrified." The "ancient scholar" who had been waiting for a long time put his hand on his chest, put his left foot in front of his right foot and saluted in an asymmetrical posture according to the etiquette standards of the Fourth Age.
Tristan humbly handed over a document to read, but the noble Red Angel didn't even look at it and threw it directly to Bernadette, who had just figured out the situation.
"This is not my job."
Could it be mine?
Bernadette, who was full of resentment, tried her best to calm down with a deep breath, took the document, and couldn't help but glance at it curiously.
Then, she was deeply attracted.
As a big figure who almost single-handedly supports the "Elemental Dawn", Bernadette, who has been the leader for many years, is no stranger to reading work reports, but the report of the Aurora Society still shocked Her Royal Highness, the leader.
The previous rumors turned out to be true, the Aurora Society was really reforming, and the condition of the True Creator was also improving!
On the front page of the document, dense tables record the financial expenditure of the Aurora Society and the loss of extraordinary materials in the past six months.
Most of these concrete data point in one direction—the church.
As of last week, the Aurora Society has established eleven new churches in Loen. These churches are different from the previous strongholds. Except for being located a little underground, they are almost the same as the churches of the so-called Orthodox Church.
And the content in the following pages is even more shocking. The Aurora Society actually executed a large number of members who were unwilling to obey the oracle and give up their previous camp.
Tristan glanced at Bernadette out of the corner of his eye. Although he was dissatisfied, it was not obvious.
Medici saw his little thought, smiled nonchalantly, looked around, found an easy chair, and sat on it without caring about the image.
"Don't worry, this little princess is my partner."
She rubbed her chin, playing with the two gems she had just taken when she put her arm around Bernadette's waist. She looked at the soul imprisoned in them and blew lightly.
"Compared to those unimportant things, do you know where the big snake is?"
"I read her honorable name, but I can't seem to contact her."
...
At the end of the foggy sea, God fights the ocean.
The plainly dressed young man strolled along the bizarre road, stepping on the soft or charred soil at a leisurely or casual pace, perfectly avoiding all dangers.
No matter it was the biting darkness, the fierce storm, or the scorching red sun, nothing could harm this young man. In other words, before these dangers appeared, the young man happened to leave their radiation range and could only watch.
The young man's retreating figure is helpless.
It wasn't until the shadow of a black monastery was revealed in the distance that the young man stopped. The exaggeratedly proportioned wings behind his back were hanging on the ground, and golden light flowed down from the tips of the feathers, forming a circle of unclosed "rivers".
Ourolius, the young man, opened his eyes and looked at everything around him with blurred vision. He stared blankly for a while, seeming to be thinking about what he should do next.
She found a wall covered with murals, bit her fingertips, and smeared silvery blood on the wall.
Soon, under her creation, a brand new mural was completed in one go, covering the original content.
The magnificent painting of the Angel of Destiny guiding pilgrims closer to the gods disappeared, replaced by evaporating shadows, a huge curtain covering the sky and enveloping the blazing sun.
This painting shimmers with silvery white light, exuding the same atmosphere as the "river" at the feet of Ourolius.
Unlike the previous work which was more of a record, this painting is more like a future fantasy left by some kind of artist and is more prophetic in nature.
The white fingers suddenly stopped. At the moment before the painting was about to end and the prophecy was about to guide destiny, the Angel of Destiny fell into deep thought.
For the first time, a discordant frown appeared on her handsome face, as if she was struggling with something.
Looking at his work, the silvery white blood flowed more and more from his fingertips. Finally, before the blood destroyed the painting, Ourolius made up his mind.
She waved her finger and outlined a dark figure in one stroke.
This figure reveals an evil green-black color and is composed of endless insects. Behind it is another similar outline. At first glance, it looks a bit like the spirit behind it in folk mythology.
Ourolius twisted his fingers and added a few strokes on the "spirit behind", destroying the weird look similar to the black shadow. He also added the popular top hat and cane, and even did not forget to click twice on the character's hands.
It looks like a glove.
After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had completed a very tiring and important task.
The angel of fate has gone away, leaving only a painting of a shadow swallowing the sun and a gentleman stabbing a black-robed figure in the back. In the distance of the foggy sea, at the entrance to the sea of Gods, an exploration ship packed with adventurers is slowly approaching.
.
...
In the hotel room, Daniz tried hard to control his breathing, trying not to make any noise to disturb Gehrman who was taking medicine.
To be honest, he was a little curious about what the adventurer who suddenly caught a cold did when he went out, but he did not dare to express his bold guess. He could only silently hand over the cold medicine and wait for Hermann to reveal a few words.
"Just now..." Seeing Herman swallow the herb, Daniz licked his lips and said tentatively.
He met Hermann's probing gaze and paused instinctively.
"Just now our captain sent news that the fleet of the 'Blood Admiral' has left the waters where the Golden Dream wanders and is heading towards Bayam."
"Then before you came back, the local police came once, checked the identities of all the residents, and said that there was a vicious incident near the Billfish Bar."
He spoke very openly, and even winked when he mentioned the Billfish Bar.
"I met Lieutenant General Disease." Klein coughed and said concisely.
For the first time, he avoided Daniz's sight.
"'Vice Admiral Disease' mastered the demigod-level spell and rescued the female pirate."
In other words, Hermann was deflated, and how was he deflated in "Sickness General"?
Daniz almost cheered, but his limited wisdom and rationality still prevented him from behaving too much for his longevity, and he could only cheer secretly in his mind.
After all, he doesn't have the demigod-level talisman in the hands of "Vice Admiral Disease". The captain may have it, but he certainly won't use it in this kind of place.
"So the clue is broken?"
He tried his best to look serious, but he was secretly expecting Hermann to give up on his own initiative and stop there.
"No." Klein exhaled slowly, holding back his headache and leaning on the back of his chair.
He tried to show Hermann's knife-like gaze as usual, but due to fatigue, he could only give up.
"The 'Blood Admiral' has obviously also received this news, and our plan remains unchanged."
Okay... Daniz smacked his mouth, a little disappointed.
But soon, he thought of another possibility.
"I heard...I just suddenly remembered it."
He looked into Gehrman's eyes, "Isn't it rumored that the Black Death was parked in a private port controlled by the indigenous people by Vice Admiral Disease? Why don't we start somewhere?"
Gehrman was right, the "Admiral of Blood" must also know the news of the appearance of "Lieutenant General of Disease", and most of his attention will be directed to Bayam.
Take the time to avoid the whirlpool of the incident, hide in the islands near the Rhoside Islands, and find the indigenous people who have little fighting ability. It is definitely safer than facing a pirate general directly.
Aboriginal?
Klein chewed on Danitz's proposal and suddenly remembered Tristan's reminder.
The "Poseidon" of the indigenous belief in the Rhoside Islands is essentially one of the incarnations of "mystery"... Sigh, wait, if you think about it from this perspective, I might try to get close to the so-called "Poseidon".
With the help of "Mystery", wouldn't it be simple to reawaken the incarnation and mobilize the indigenous people who account for 80% of Bayam's population to find a "Lieutenant General of Disease"?
Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but press his temples.
Why didn’t I think of this simple relationship at first?
"Secret" is currently in poor condition and can awaken an incarnation of the second level of the sequence. Even if it is not the "divineer" path, she should be happy to lend a helping hand.
"Good suggestion."
Klein nodded slightly and couldn't help but cough before he even raised his head.