Alger, who has been staying in Bayam recently, received an unexpected mission from the bishop of the diocese, Qiao Geli.
Assign me to go to Blue Mountain Island to investigate the recent movements of the indigenous resistance forces?
Even Alger, who was used to being ostracized by high-level officials, couldn't help but complain when faced with such an apparently unprofitable task.
Although the rumors of Poseidon's resurrection spread all over the city, as long as "Sea King" Cotman is still sitting in Bayam for one day, how can a weak demigod cause any big trouble?
If it weren't for the hidden location where Poseidon was hiding and the vicious incidents in Bayam happening one after another, I'm afraid the colonial government would still have just turned a blind eye to the resistance.
As long as the resistance army is still there, both the church and the colonial governor of Loen can use this convenient excuse to demand military expenses from the mainland... Thinking of this, Alger sighed and accepted his bad luck.
fact.
Ever since he joined the Church of Storms, no, since he was born, this kind of exclusion and discrimination has filled every stage of his life. The only time he had good luck was when he met Mr. "The Fool" and that person.
The angel below—His Royal Highness Edmund.
Compared to these, the keys to the "God of Death", His Highness Edmund seemed to be more interested in the treasures obtained by "Vice Admiral Iceberg" by chance. Danitz also happened to be in Bayam...
As he alternated between speculation and deep thought, Alger felt even more frustrated.
Damn it, Daniz has been in Bayam recently, and now he throws me to Blue Mountain Island. What should I do if I can't show up when His Highness Edmund needs me?
Just as he was struggling, Edmund, who did not know where he was, seemed to have insight into his heart. An illusory butterfly shadow that could not be detected by others descended from the sky, bringing words composed of pure information.
Alger, who had just walked out of the church, looked at this strange thing in horror that only he was aware of. He couldn't stop trembling in his heart, and listened to the voice of the angel with anticipation and excitement.
"Before tomorrow, stay away from Blue Mountain Island and don't come near it."
This... Alger was stunned.
...
"It's going to fall, it's going to fall..."
"London Bridge is going to fall, it's going to fall, it's going to fall, London Bridge is going to fall..."
The "Secret" on the high seat hummed a classic nursery rhyme from the previous civilization. The boundless gray fog swayed rhythmically with this innocent and terrifying melody. The towering palace made a hoarse sound, but only the long bronze table stood still.
move.
The humming melody became more and more tense, and the swaying palace became more and more unstable. It seemed that it might collapse at any time, especially the two rows of pillars supporting the palace structure, which seemed to be fighting with some external force for the right to survive.
But unfortunately, the discordant screams quickly overwhelmed the humming of "Mysterious", and the phantom of the sea snake that had previously disappeared before Klein once again condensed and appeared on the long table.
Different from last time, now it is trying its best to fight this unreasonable disaster.
It doesn't understand why its "master" who has always indulged it suddenly sinned against it, and why the sea water and wind and waves that usually surround it turn into an untouchable and sticky gray mist, which makes it want to cramp and peel its skin all the time.
Appreciating the good show in front of him, "Secret" lost interest in humming and just felt bored. He tapped his fingers on the table and reached to the dome, lighting up a crimson star that had been extinguished.
She has been tired of seeing this routine since the second era, and now she just wants to skip the opening credits quickly.
On "Justice" Audrey's seat, the blond and blue-eyed aristocratic lady quietly appeared, with her sweet smile as always.
She stood up gently and said:
"Good morning, Mr. Fool."
The "Secret" at the top looked at the "Justice" whose standard of etiquette could not be more standard, and suddenly sneered.
"It seems that completely losing your humanity is not that scary. Even so, you are still full of bad taste."
"Justice", who was teased by the gods, looked as usual, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was more formulaic, and his fair and delicate face was more like a mask or a pale oil painting at the moment.
"It's just a persona."
"Secret" snorted, no longer entangled, and the tight nerves relaxed a little, but as long as the projection that came from the "Justice" seat with the help of "Error" moved a little bit, she would not mind asking some of Tianzun's promises.
A small request, take the opportunity to do a comprehensive anti-virus for Yuanbao.
The god sitting at the top leaned back on his chair, and his indifferent voice smoothed the collapse of the palace, as if he was talking about a small thing.
"I want you to help me complete a script. The reward is very generous."
"Are you interested in the ritual of becoming a god?"
...
Dark clouds piled high in the sky, and the sky was extremely dark. The blue water in the circular port was rising rapidly and contrary to common sense, almost becoming a substantial rain curtain that blocked all sides of Lanshan Island.
On the embankment of Haiphong Street, fanatical and numb locals, wearing taraba shirts and tattered jackets, kneeled down and worshiped over and over again in the direction of the sea, regardless of the heavy rain.
In the pool Daniz and Klein passed by yesterday, the spiritually abundant water no longer dried up, but overflowed the entire pond. The whirlpool stirred the water unbridled, and the roars of aquatic animals were endless.
It was obviously less than a day later, so Klein looked at the clock on the wall with the pointer at eleven, and then looked at the strange scene outside the window that seemed to be doomed, and silently extinguished his desire for divination.
The heavy rain outside the window seems to have transcended the simple material level and is having an impact on the spiritual world and the extraordinary. As a "divineer" with more keen spiritual premonitions, Klein only feels like a blind man now.
Look, but in the violent storm, because I lost my "vision", I was even more timid, and I didn't dare to take a step forward, let alone make a divination.
Something is coming!
At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the lead-gray sky, and the dazzling silvery white ruthlessly tore apart the clouds. The heavy wind and rain were instantly torn to pieces by the violent wind that did not comply with any physical principles in the world. The warm sunshine also
He rushed in along the cracks torn by the strong wind and washed away the terror that shrouded the entire Blue Mountain Island.
The warm holy light occupied the sky, but the locals in rags were cursing and angrily scolding the storm that destroyed the manifestation of divine power.
Klein, who suddenly regained his inspiration, followed his intuition and looked from upstairs. He saw that the pool that was overflowing just now was dry again. A blue sea snake that was only half a man long and with exploding internal organs was paralyzed at the bottom of the pond, frightening the surrounding people.
The kneeling natives ignored the angry curses and knelt down in a chaotic manner, begging God for forgiveness with sobs.
"'Sea King' Cotman took action..." Daniz, who was standing behind Klein, stared blankly at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.
When he saw Hermann looking at him, he quickly shook his head and explained with a smile:
"I didn't expect that the sea god of indigenous beliefs is really a demigod, but don't worry about it. As long as Yan Cotman is here, we don't have to worry."
"The captain said that as long as he is at sea, not even the 'King of the Five Seas' or the 'Queen of Mysteries' can defeat him, because..."
Daniz suddenly got stuck. He looked at the howling wind and the falling sun and rain along the coastline, and nodded heavily.
"Because his sequence is called 'Sea King', yes!"
"Sea King"... Hearing this name, Klein almost immediately thought of the honorable name "Lord of Storms", and then he couldn't help but think of the name "Mysterious" mentioned, which seemed to be
The name of the second sequence of the storm path - "natural disaster".
King of the Sky, King of the Sea, Lord of Natural Disasters, God of Storms... This seems to be a progressive process, from concrete to abstract.
"Secret" said that the sea serpent, like Cotman, belongs to the Sequence Three "Sea King". They haven't even reached the angels yet, but they can have such a big impact. It's really hard to imagine what a real "natural disaster" can do.
"Secret" retains such an incarnation, and what kind of intention it will have when her incarnation really wakes up.
In fact, Klein had already developed a little fear, the fear of this incarnation actually awakening.
The too long life has consumed most of the "Mysterious" people. Judging from the intuitive power of the storm just now, it is no exaggeration to say that the aftermath of the avatar's awakening will destroy the entire Blue Mountain Island.
"By the way, our captain said that the 'Golden Dream' encountered a storm on the way, and it might be a day late to arrive at Lanshan Island. Moreover, the flagship of the 'Blood Admiral' also lost track. It was probably lost in the storm.
"
"The Blood Admiral" has lost his trace?
Could it be such a coincidence? The two demigods of Lanshan Island had just fought in the air, and the pirate generals were held back.
Daniz's words interrupted Klein's thoughts. He nodded absently, a trace of hesitation flashing in his sharp brown eyes.
"Keep in touch."
Watching Daniz return to his room, the worried Klein stopped stopping and turned towards the bathroom. He took out a handful of sticky black mud from his arms and spread it evenly on the only side of the hotel room.
Half-length mirror.
Soon, a graceful figure occupied most of the dark mirror. Tracy glanced at the space extended by the adventurer and said carefully:
"I didn't expect you to contact me so soon."
Klein clenched his fists and said with a gloomy look:
"The 'Blood Admiral' is already on his way and will arrive at Blue Mountain Island tomorrow at the latest."
So fast?
Tracy couldn't help but be startled, like a dancer whose rhythm was disrupted. Although she was surprised, she was not panicked.
Whether it is cooperation with adventurers, mother's orders, or the need to retrieve the Black Death from the natives and reassemble the capital of her subordinates, Tracy will have to fight with Senior.
It would be best to cut off his head, this is an inevitable fact.
But if the conflict were to happen within two days, it would be too soon. The conflict between Poseidon and "Sea King" Cotman had just passed. With such a big movement, Bayam's Church of Storms would definitely put down the energy entangled in the vicious incident and deal with it with all its strength.
This indigenous deity.
Even if for some unspeakable political reasons, Coatman cannot successfully execute Poseidon, the Church of Storms will completely plow the entire Blue Mountain Island.
When the time comes, these pirate generals carrying huge bounties will undoubtedly be the best substitute for the colonial government to silence Parliament.
"What are you going to do?"
However, even though she was feeling uneasy, Tracy still did not reveal her plan. Instead, she asked Klein first.
It depends on who you ask, miss, oh no, sir.
If you are asking about Crane Moretti, then of course he took advantage of the Church of Storms' opportunity to deal with the resistance, reported the whereabouts of the "Blood Admiral", and used his spiritual form to wait for the opportunity to see if he could make a profit.
Some benefits.
If you're asking about Gehrman Sparrow, I'm sorry...
"kill him."
Huh? Tracy frowned, obviously not expecting the adventurer in front of her to say such a thing.
Klein suddenly relaxed his expression control, shook his head indifferently, and raised a smile on his lips.
"There is a demigod behind you."
Ignoring Tracy's even more unhappy expression, he continued:
"There are people behind me, and there are more than one."
Tracy in the mirror suddenly calmed down. After looking at Klein up and down with her blue eyes, her attitude became much calmer.
"And the person behind me really wants to see the 'Rose School of Thought' suffer a blow, and also wants to get the Death God documents in your hands. For these reasons, he doesn't mind taking action."
Tracy slowly smiled, and even her sharp eyebrows softened a lot due to the smile.
"Even if I may not be able to persuade the demigod behind me to take action, doesn't it matter?"
"It doesn't matter."
Klein answered quickly, as if he had never considered the possibility of the demigod witch behind Tracy taking action.
"Okay..." Tracy drawled and nodded slowly, "I will reply to you in half an hour. I hope your plan will succeed."
On the surface of the mirror, the darkness suddenly spread out layer by layer, like ripples of water, and then dissipated.
...
Above the gray mist, the conversation between two great beings who were not in perfect condition continued.
"Justice", as tranquil as a doll, sits on a stone chair, with his back straight.
"I agree to help you with the script, but I also need a few help from you."
The "secret" at the top seemed to be expected that Adam, who had a "righteous" face, would say this. He nodded indifferently and said in a casual tone:
"What do you need me to do?"
"God Becoming Ceremony."
"Justice", oh no, it should be Adam. He tapped his fingers lightly, and the lace on the cuffs naturally hung down and spread on the mottled tabletop, rising and falling with the rhythm of his fingers.
"First, if you want to complete the 'wrong' godhood ceremony, I need your guarantee."
"Secret" raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of surprise in his voice:
"Why are you so sure that I will choose the 'wrong' choice to become a god?"
"Is it because you don't think that Amon will sit back and watch me become the 'Fool', or it's because I can't get the characteristics before the 'Black Emperor' you support pre-selects and ascends the throne, so I can only settle for the next best thing.
How about the ceremony to become a god?"
Adam did not answer, but continued:
"Second, I need Farbuti to join the script and get rid of this unstable factor at the end as the ending."
After taking a deep look at Adam, "Secret" was too lazy to pretend to be suddenly enlightened in front of the most senior psychiatrist in the world, and could only sneer a few times.
"It seems that you really want me to be a 'mistake', and even thought about the ceremony for me to become a god. From this, it seems that taking Farbuti in was a wise choice."
"Although there are some things I shouldn't say, you know my current state very well. Don't you think about Amon?"
Adam still had that cold look, with his hands clasped against his chest, just silent, giving the answer with actions.