Chapter 328 Sea of Fire
The "Uncertain Gamblers," followers of Aranbe, the god of luck, were numerous. After all, who wouldn't want good fortune? However, the sorcerers who worshipped this god were notoriously useless: luck was elusive, even inferior to the "Weavers," followers of Lamodo, the goddess of fate, who could make predictions. In the early days, they might only curse their enemies to bite their tongues while eating or to fall flat on their faces.
What's more, the god of luck, Alanbe, has always believed that good luck and bad luck are twins, one growing while the other declines. Even if you bring bad luck to your enemies and increase good luck for yourself, the situation will be reversed at some point in the future - perhaps in the next second, perhaps decades later. Moreover, the "price" of consuming good luck or bad luck is often borne by the caster, so "uncertain gamblers" usually do not cast spells easily.
However, a saint-level "Uncertain Gambler" is extremely terrifying. If they are willing to pay the price of their lives or more, they even have the ability to cause the entire country of a small or medium-sized country to perish in inexplicable disasters and chaos.
"This concept involves the laws of the world, or rather, it exploits them in some ingenious way," Azuka explained patiently. "So, if the caster can't be found, it's very difficult to deal with. Therefore, whenever an 'Uncertain Gambler' participates in a war, the caster's personal safety becomes one of the commander's top priorities. They are hidden to prevent the enemy from killing them and breaking the spell."
According to the professor's understanding, to put it simply, the "Uncertain Gambler" is like a gold medal auxiliary, good at giving buffs and debuffs to both his own team and the enemy respectively, but his blood is thin and his flesh is fragile, so he needs layers of protection.
"But she appears here now, at least in the royal city." The professor narrowed his eyes slightly: "Because you are here."
The other party had gone to the city of Barandu to track down the whereabouts of the gods, which showed that he was not indifferent to "God". Now is the time to contact the gods, and perhaps it is the only time.
The Savior's eyes curved softly, and he chuckled softly, "You are always so clever."
A cool breeze gently caressed the black-haired young man's cheeks and hair, then caressed his neck lovingly. The next second, the wind suddenly accelerated, transforming into an invisible, high-speed trajectory. The panicked and noisy crowd around them instantly vanished into a stream of receding colors. Standing at the edge of the chaotic crowd, an elderly woman, cloaked and hunched, seemed to sense something. She suddenly raised her head, revealing a gaunt, withered face beneath her hood, and a gleam of light flashed in her cloudy eyes.
The next second, she turned sideways with agility beyond her age, neatly avoiding a scimitar that was slashing towards her throat from the depths of the shadows. Her skinny fingers drew a short symbol in the air - the stone slab that Orre had just stepped on suddenly shattered, and at the same time, the wall of the building next to her cracked without warning, and the heavy window frame on the second floor smashed down at the assassin's head.
Having missed his attack, Ole made an unhappy sound, and his figure became distorted and blurred again, disappearing in the dust and shadows.
Even if his friends have pointed out the target for him, fighting against high-level "uncertain gamblers" is so annoying that you can always feel what it feels like to have "the whole world against you".
But Orel was no pushover. He had already approached the strength of his previous life, a single step away from becoming a saint. Furthermore, with his extensive combat experience honed in his past life, he was able to temporarily tie up Sandra, preventing her from continuing to cast spells against the Third Council and the civilians.
The crowd around scattered in terror. Anyone could see that something unusual and ominous had happened here. Accidents occurred one after another, as if the place was cursed by the gods. Especially near Sandro, this feeling was even stronger, as if all the small probability of misfortunes that might have occurred in the past hundred years had been gathered in a narrow street corner in a few breaths, like a miniature doomsday.
The professor felt like he was watching a different-world version of "Final Destination".
It was not easy for Sandra to cope with the situation. The threat from the top assassin forced her to cast spells continuously, otherwise she might be caught at any moment, break through the lucky protection, and take her life.
What's more, this guy is a lucky person who is deeply "favored" by the laws of the world. Unfortunately, if you want to influence his "luck" through the laws of the world, you will have to spend dozens, hundreds or even more times the effort.
The old woman's cold eyes swept over the ghost standing nearby. He was the culprit behind all this, but a single brush with his magic had already left her utterly horrified. Sandra, the guardian of the royal court, had seen many fortunate individuals. They weren't necessarily blessed with good fortune, but they often enjoyed periods of success, fame, or power. They were often decisive figures who profoundly influenced the course of the world. They were like small boats favored by the tides of the world; simply by raising their sails, they could travel farther and longer than ordinary people.
But now, instinct told Sandra that the man was more terrifying than anyone she had ever seen. If she tried to influence his fate, it would be more than just losing her life.
He wasn't a small boat; he, he didn't know what he was, like an uninvited guest from another, utterly unfamiliar sea, carrying with him the weight of the "world." He might be able to stir up the waves, even stir up a storm, against a small boat, but how could he deal with the ocean itself?
...And Sandra had a vague sense that there was someone behind her, someone who could completely disregard her fate and kill her. A sharp, ominous premonition rose in her. She had agreed to help the queen, but she didn't intend to die here.
Panicked shouts and cries emanated from the far end of the street. The professor instinctively turned his head and saw a heavy, uncontrolled carriage on fire. The driver was nowhere to be found, and the two horses pulling it, their eyes red and foaming at the mouth, had clearly suffered some kind of "misfortune" and gone mad. They were charging headlong into the chaotic, crying, and desperately shoving crowd. The cargo inside the carriage—presumably dozens of barrels of liquor—was engulfed in flames, billowing with smoke and blazing.
Before the crowd gathered in front of the palace could react, the hoops on the outside of the wooden barrels in the carriage finally couldn't bear the weight. The barrels made a loud bang and exploded. Blue flames immediately flowed everywhere along with the splashing wine.
The street in front of the palace was bustling, with numerous noble residences and shops nearby, creating an abundance of flammable materials. The flames ignited the tavern's wooden structure, leaping up the beams. A heart-pounding crackling sound began to echo through the thick smoke. Farther away, the glass window of an alchemical materials shop suddenly shattered under the impact of the heat wave. The sulfur and saltpeter dust inside were swept up by the hot wind, sparking ominously in the air.
The Yuanxin Palace and the nobles' residences were protected by a large magical array, impervious to fire and water. However, the street in front of the palace and most of the shops were not. If the fire were allowed to spread, triggering a chain reaction of explosions and conflagrations, the consequences would be disastrous. The entire street and even the surrounding neighborhoods could be reduced to a sea of inferno!
"What is that crazy woman doing? What the hell is she up to?" Cassius II, who also saw this scene through the crystal ball, couldn't help but curse: "Is she going to burn down my palace?!"
Esmerel also had an ugly expression on her face - she knew that Sandro had a strange personality, or that most saints had strange personalities and disregarded worldly common sense, but even she had not expected that this reclusive saint would act to such an extreme extent!
Azuka's eyes grew cold, and he raised his finger. An invisible wall of wind silently shielded the surrounding shops, preventing the spread of the fire and averting a possible explosion. He was indifferent to human emotions outside of those he cared about, but that didn't mean he would allow such a tragedy, which could have affected thousands of innocent civilians, to unfold before his eyes.
"Put out the fire! Protect the civilians at the scene!" The professor beside the Savior made a prompt decision and ignored the situation on the side where Orel and Sandro were fighting - now was not the time to confront the royal family.
Under Mr. Ghost's orders, the members of the Third Parliament also reacted. People from the lower classes always have a very clear instinct in dealing with disasters.
"Water! Find water!"
"Tear down the shed next to it to block the fire path!"
"Don't f*cking crowd me! Let the old people and children go out first! Men, follow me!"
The chaotic crowd began to be organized in an orderly manner. The elderly, the weak and the disabled were sent away from the scene first. The men stepped forward to put out the fire and remove the flammable materials, and the women lined up to pass tools and settle the wounded.
Several priests and ministers, originally trapped inside the Kite Heart Palace by the gates, also rushed out to help. As sorcerers, they were far more powerful than ordinary people. Several water sorcerers prepared to summon water to wash away the culprit, the still-burning carriage, but the ghost immediately stopped them. Alcohol is less dense than water, and the fire will spread even further. Stop messing around.
Many people noticed that, despite the chaos, Mr. Ghost never left the extremely dangerous fire scene. Sweat from the extreme heat soaked his pale skin, and his black hair was wet and tangled in clumps. The glaring firelight illuminated his face, but only his smoky gray eyes seemed the only clear, cool color in the sea of inferno.
In the Yuanxin Palace, Esmerel closed her eyes and stopped looking at the scene in the crystal ball.
This wasn't the "dispersal" or "deterrence" she needed, but a disaster that could ignite the entire royal city and put the royal family in the spotlight—she had to stop the losses immediately and keep the situation under control as much as possible.
The queen turned abruptly and shouted at the prostrate attendant, "Order! The Royal City Guards must be dispatched immediately to put out the fire and maintain order at the scene!"
"——Anyone who dares to take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble will be killed without mercy!"
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