Chapter 637 Strong Impulse

Not only her, but the other two teammates who were also members of the Tarot Club also recognized the content of the floor painting the moment the double stone doors opened.

What a blasphemy...

Before Alger retracted his arm from pushing open the stone door, his gaze was fixed on the Lord of Storms, whom he had long believed in but had become somewhat distant from due to his recent closeness to Mr. Fool. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

A devout believer, like my superior, Chogori, the bishop of the Church of the Waves, might have already poked out his own eyes to express his rejection of the painting's depiction... I didn't do that, which means I'm not that devout anymore... Alger felt a little gloomy inside. He finally turned his head away from the image of the Storm Lord gnawing on the Ancient Sun God's arm, and instead cast his gaze on his other two teammates.

They were also in a state of shock, which meant that everyone understood what the painting on the floor meant... He felt a little better and asked:

"Were these three once the kings of angels?"

This wasn't hard to tell. As the Creator, whether in the legends of the God-Forsaken Land or in the discussions of the Tarot Club, He possessed eight "Angel Kings" who prostrated themselves before Him, awaiting His commands. Furthermore, the most ancient church texts also described the history of the three oldest gods as having evolved from the original Creator...

"Maybe that's the case. It's not ruled out that it's slander..."

Klein answered slowly. Similar questions flashed through his mind. Compared to the other two, he had slightly more confirmed evidence. For example, when he was in Tingen, he used the Sealed Artifact "3-0728" and the mutated Holy Symbol of the Sun to perform divination. While obtaining the method of making the "Yangyan Talisman", he also learned that the "Eternal Blazing Sun" was equivalent to the "Pure White Angel".

But he couldn't say this directly, so he could only vaguely respond to the questions raised by "The Hanged Man" Alger.

"Let's discuss this after we get outside. The Six-Winged Gargoyle is coming in soon."

Angel's sudden reminder interrupted the two people's intention to discuss academic issues on the spot.

Countless silk threads were left behind where she walked, and she could sense that the gargoyle carrying the "petrified" creature was gradually approaching here along the corridor.

Of course, the gargoyle didn't give me a strong sense of danger, and since it was the "provider" of the Sequence 5 potion, it was likely that the three of us could easily deal with it if we were of equal strength. However, we didn't know if there were any other dangers in this hall with the eerie painting of the three gods sharing the Creator... Angel slowly took two steps back while sensing the distance of the gargoyle and looked at Alger.

"Close the door first. Once we're done searching here, we'll use Teleport to leave."

Alger, who was so shocked by the news he had just received that his reaction was a little slow, nodded and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to push it back into place, he suddenly heard a series of unusual crackling noises behind him.

The three of them immediately turned their gaze to the back of the room, to the coffins surrounding the blasphemous floor painting.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The sharp sound continued, as if someone was scratching hard stone with fingernails.

Nails, stone slabs... Could it be that the corpse in the coffin has come back to life and is crawling out?

As soon as Angel had this thought, the three coffins in different positions began to shake violently. The heavy covers above them either flew into the air or broke into pieces, and three figures quickly stood up from them.

One of them had a thick body, skin like bark, and the surface was covered with yellow-green pus. A ball of corrosive gas expanded and contracted around him like breathing; another was wearing a dusty white robe, with bulging eyes on the exposed skin; the last one wore an ancient three-cornered hat, and his body under his jacket was rotten to the bone, with thick tentacles growing from his neck, limbs, and feet, and his whole body exuded a majestic and violent aura.

The three resurrected bodies turned their heads at the same time, looked at the three intruders at the door, and launched their attacks without hesitation. The yellow-green gas spread rapidly, and the figures of the three people were reflected in each eyeball. The electric current crackled at the tips of the tentacles, and arcs of electricity emerged in the dark tomb.

At the same time, the stone door that Alger was about to close was violently pushed open by a huge force, even causing the ancient thick door to fall off from the connection and fall directly into the tomb, stirring up a cloud of dust. The "Six-Winged Gargoyle" walked quickly, holding a six or seven meter long stone halberd. Its flaming eyes instantly locked onto Alger, the "Hanged Man" who was knocked away by it, and the heavy stone halberd smashed down fiercely.

The only thing more unfortunate than encountering two groups of enemies is that two groups of enemies appear at the same time... Angel recovered from his momentary panic and immediately determined the size of the threats posed by the four enemies: although the six-winged gargoyle was huge, it seemed to only be able to attack physically. Among the three resurrected dead, the most threatening one was the tricorn hat, which exuded the aura of a demigod but was not at that level. Considering that there were valuable collections in the tomb, it was very likely the "custodian".

The powerful "Hanged Man" will hold the gargoyle back, while Klein and I will deal with this side first... After deciding on the tactics, Angel's "disease" instantly swept through the entire tomb, infiltrating into the dead and the stone statues, while the "Rose Necklace" on her chest flashed an evil black color and switched to the soul of the "Chaos Mentor".

"confusion!"

She raised her right hand forward, pushed out her palm, clenched it suddenly, and rotated it.

The condensed lightning and the rapidly surging corrosive poisonous fog instantly lost their direction. The lightning circled around a strange arc and struck the white-robed figure, causing his eyeballs to squint as if they were electrocuted. The yellow-green fog enveloped the three deceased, and the sizzling sound of corrosion was endless.

Taking this opportunity, Klein pulled out the Azik copper whistle, which had already served him well today, from his pocket. He removed the spiritual wall and threw it toward the distant corner. The glove on his left hand flashed with the bright color of lava, and a small but dazzling fireball condensed in his palm, pointing it at the location of the copper whistle.

Snap, snap.

Amid the sound of twisting joints, the three figures in the poisonous fog turned around with difficulty, ignoring their original targets and running towards the corner of the wall, like hounds fighting for a frisbee.

There's still no comparison between mindless undead creatures and Beyonders... Klein chuckled secretly and was about to throw the "lava fireball" in his hand to send these old things back into the coffin, when suddenly a rough, heroic, yet extremely piercing roar reached his ears.

"Rush, rush, rush!"

What the hell!

The blood vessels on Klein's forehead bulged, his eyes widened, and he felt like his eardrums were about to be punctured. His mind was full of violent thoughts. He shook his left hand, and the fireball was thrown towards the center of the tomb. It was controlled by Angel's "chaos", turned a corner and smashed into the ceiling, creating a huge fireball above the three people's heads.

The latter had no time to pay attention to the three "evil dogs" that pounced on Azik's copper whistle. He restrained his almost out-of-control spirit and looked back at the source of the sound.

The stone halberd in the gargoyle at the door had broken into three pieces, the cross-section smooth, obviously cut by a sharp blade. Alger wandered beneath the four-meter-tall, yet therefore slow-moving figure, slashing at the gargoyle's leg joints with his lightning-charged scimitar while opening his mouth and continuing to sing:

"O sea, crashing against the grey cold rocks!

"Rush, rush, rush, O sea, breaking at the foot of the rock!"

This passionate song originated from the Storm Church Choir and was often sung after mass. But when it came out of his mouth, it was completely out of tune and had a unique metallic texture, like a nauseating and irritating high-frequency noise.

In this deep underground tomb, the singing is bounced and superimposed by the surrounding stone walls, further highlighting the ability of the "Ocean Singer", multiplying the effect of the song that can affect the spirit, interfere with hostile targets, and make them fall into trance and frenzy.

This can be seen from the gargoyle's almost motionless body and its eyes whose firelight is becoming increasingly dim.

But unfortunately, this singing also works on teammates.

While attacking the gargoyle's fragile joints in the song, Alger looked towards another battlefield in the tomb. His gaze lingered for a moment on the three deceased who were fighting each other for a bronze whistle, and then he was attracted by two gazes that revealed undisguised murderous intent, and looked in another direction.

German Sparrow held a huge revolver in one hand, his other hand flashing with a black light. His face was distorted, his eyes bloodshot, and he stared intently at the gargoyle... and Alger next to him. Angelica Thatch had her mouth slightly open, the "knight bracelet" on her left hand transformed into a long sword, and a pinch of black flame gathered at the fingertips of her right hand. Her eyes were slightly better than German's, but also full of confusion and anger.

I have a feeling that their target isn't the gargoyle, but me... Alger was momentarily stunned, and cautiously swallowed the subsequent "impulse" into his stomach. The shrill singing echoing in the tomb suddenly stopped, and the room fell into extreme silence.

He had to advance to Sequence 5 in the belly of a sea monster, through his own singing. How did he survive that time... As the singing faded away, Angel felt his thoughts return to normal, and he couldn't help but think of the "Ocean Singer" promotion ceremony.

But she did not hesitate too much, but quickly looked at the three "evil dogs" in the corner. As expected, the "sailor" who was wearing a tricorn hat and had an aura that was obviously stronger than the other two took the lead. He held the Azik copper whistle tightly in his hand, and his body was pressed down by the other two, unable to move for a while.

This is called digging your own grave... She chuckled secretly, and let the power of the "disease" reach its peak. The three corpses suddenly fell into involuntary convulsions, and black liquid flowed out of their rotten facial features. Their eyeballs closed again, and their tentacles drooped weakly.

Then, cursed black flames rose from them, turning a corner of the tomb into a crematorium. The three stacked corpses twisted and deformed in the black flames, and in less than ten seconds they were burned into shapeless black remains.

"Bang--"

A sharp gunshot rang out, and Klein pulled the trigger of "Death Knell". The magical item that triggered the "fatal attack" shot out a golden light, directly piercing the chest of the "Six-Winged Gargoyle" and shattering the heavily protected core inside its body.

If the singing hadn't stopped, I would have almost shot the Hanged Man... Klein suppressed the bloody impulse in his heart, swung the Death Knell handsomely, put away the revolver in front of the gargoyle's gradually disintegrating body, and looked at Alger after the "impulse".

The latter no longer had the heroic spirit he had when singing just now. His eyes revealed deep fear, and his stiff body slowly retreated backwards, almost bumping into the gargoyle's corpse.

His blue eyes reflected the black flames that were about to go out in the distance.

It seems like the ten minutes are up... Klein chuckled, regarding this fear as retaliation for the other party's misuse of "weapons of mass destruction" and turned to walk towards the three piled-up corpses.

Angel had already stopped here and reached out with an invisible thread to grope something out of the still steaming corpse of the man in the tricorn hat.

As expected, the corpse, whose aura was completely different from the other deceased, contained the most important item... She picked up the thin piece of paper and, not surprisingly, saw a line of words on the paper, which was completely unaffected by the black flames and even had no trace of filth on its surface:

"Sequence 0, Tyrant!"

This is indeed a "blasphemous card"!