Chapter 41: Plunder
The God's Favored Person, suspected of being sexually harassed, slowly blinked. In his youth, the Savior possessed a face so exquisitely beautiful it was difficult to tell whether he was male or female, and he was inevitably subjected to trash talk—though usually before witnessing his methods.
But the person in front of me...
Azuka glanced at the other person with a half-smile, not intending to argue with him, and skipped over the dangerous topic calmly as if he hadn't heard it.
"I didn't see anything strange. Perhaps you would like to tell me more details?" His hand rested casually on the back of the chair, and the other person was almost completely covered by his shadow.
"They attacked me, but disappeared screaming after burrowing into my body." The professor lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Remember the assassin sent by Nit Saman? Don't tell me the protection magic you cast on me is so... bloody ineffective."
The God-Favored One's expression suddenly grew serious. He glanced at the man with a hint of reproach, and his pupils then turned a terrifying golden color.
Nova shifted uncomfortably. The male protagonist in this state always made him feel uneasy, as if he was being "seen through"—after all, the other party had indeed "seen his soul."
"...Your soul is still full of vitality." The other party stared at him for a while and said softly.
But the expression of the one favored by God became more and more solemn.
"Please be patient and try not to resist me."
He pressed the professor's shoulders and, without warning, rested his forehead against his. The black-haired young man's pupils shrank sharply—it was too close. Even at this magnification, the face, which looked like a god's creation, was still perfect. The hot breath from the other person almost penetrated his throat.
"Relax."
The other party ordered softly.
Nova suddenly felt a strange, icy, suffocating sensation rising from his forehead, like being plunged headfirst into a raging storm in a desolate wilderness. He shuddered, wanting to retreat, wanting to struggle, but he was held firmly in place, unable to do anything but allow the force to consume him. He felt like he was in the eye of an ever-shrinking storm, surrounded by currents that threatened to completely devour everything within him.
He almost instinctively wanted to resist, without even realizing what he had done - the other man suddenly frowned violently, and a slightly alarming trace of blood flowed from his pale lips.
"Please be patient for a moment. I won't... hurt you."
The man's cheeks had lost their color, revealing a fragile pallor. But he forbearingly lowered his eyes, his pale golden eyelashes trembling delicately, like the thin, silent dawn light. His voice was a little hoarse: "...Good boy... That's it."
After a long time, the God-favored One withdrew his hand, stood up, coughed softly a few times, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingers.
The professor frowned: "You..."
"You have the aura of the god of love, while the aura of the god of the sea is less obvious," the other party said nonchalantly. "But I just examined your soul, and it is very intact and solid, without any trace of anything."
This kind of soul detection spell is extremely rude and is a prerequisite for many offensive spells that act on the soul. Of course, with the Savior's ability, he doesn't need to be so intimate when casting the spell. It's just someone's bad taste. He just relies on the fact that his enemy has no idea about these things. Otherwise, if a local warlock was here, a fight would have started because of this serious provocation.
"Your soul... is extremely powerful," he repeated softly, so much so that even a slight instinctive resistance caused a Saint to suffer a backlash. If it weren't for his superb control ability and the other party's lack of hostility towards him, this would not have been a matter of just spitting blood.
"So, what exactly attacked you?" The gold in the eyes of the God-loved One slowly faded away, while his gloomy blue eyes ignited with a bright and cold anger. Although his face was pale, he still revealed a terrifying sense of oppression that made people dare not look directly at him.
"...God." The professor looked at him and calmly expressed the guess that was constantly being confirmed in his mind.
"--To be precise, it was a fragment of the god's soul, but you devoured it." The other party whispered, "What killed the killer before was the god that you had not yet digested."
That tyranny came from the sea god Odileus.
…
"Port Morris..."
Apatera, covered in a hooded robe, quietly gazed at the large ship shrouded in sea fog. Anjia, the swordsman at the bow, also lowered her head and stared at her.
She chuckled softly, her fingers carelessly twirling her long hair. "See, everything is just as I expected—isn't it, dear Secken?"
Next to the virgin Etilo was a burly figure in a long robe. He looked back with a dark face, his bald scalp covered with tattoos. "Don't scream like I know you well, crazy woman."
The High Priest of the Sea God Temple clicked his tongue impatiently. "As agreed, you go and hold Miller back, and I'll be responsible for snatching him away. From then on, we'll each rely on our own abilities."
"Oh, don't make my ingenious plan sound so simple and crude, you reckless man." The priestess glared at him with her eyes behind the veil. Even her anger seemed charming, but it was a pity that Saiken would not be fooled by this crazy woman at all.
The arrogant Church of Radiance would never have imagined that the Temple of Poseidon and the Temple of Love would actually work together, even though both sides firmly believed that they were the mantis stalking the cicada while the oriole was waiting behind.
"My poor sweetheart has been imprisoned in the monastery of the Church of Light. Those white-robed men will devour him alive at tomorrow's service," Apatella said lovingly. Then she changed her tone and raised her chin in a commanding manner: "We must get him out before tomorrow morning."
"Don't worry about it." Saiken sneered, and the tattoos on his skin suddenly lit up one by one. The sea fog grew thicker, and the air was filled with the fishy smell of the ocean. Something slithered ashore, and with the first scream in the silent night, everything became chaotic.
Nova opened his eyes, somewhat dazed. Outside, the sounds of chaotic footsteps and panicked shouting echoed, punctuated by flashes of blinding white light. The God-Favoured One, already draped in his clothes, leaned against the window, enveloped in the darkness. Hearing a slight movement from the bed, he turned to look at him, his blue eyes dark and deep.
"Were you woken?" The other person frowned and helped him put his coat on his shoulders. "A group of killer crabs crawled ashore and caused great chaos. Someone manipulated the priests of the Glorious Church to attack the Cardinal."
The professor looked a little dazed after being woken up, but he quickly regained his usual sharp and indifferent expression: "It is indeed the breeding season for killer crabs, but they generally don't choose such a busy port."
This group of giant arthropods from the deep sea are brutal and cunning. They like to lay their fertilized eggs in the corpses of large mammals. After the little crabs hatch, they rely on eating carrion to survive their first molting.
In a remote coastal fishing village with a sparse population and no high-level warriors or sorcerers to protect it, a large group of killer crabs might even wipe out the entire village.
Mixed with the creepy clicking sound of the killer crabs' exoskeletons rubbing against each other, the screams coming from afar became louder and more terrifying, and began to be mixed with the sorcerer's chanting and the sound of something breaking and collapsing.
The God's Favored One replied coldly, "It was done by the priestess of the God of Love and the Sea Temple. They were probably targeting you."
Nova suddenly remembered what the other party had said, "Countless disasters and coincidences will come naturally", and his brows slowly tightened.
"Disgusting," he muttered in disgust.
A bunch of people who don't take innocent lives seriously.
The swarm of killer crabs that had gone mad in the church had been dealt with by the priests who had regained their senses. After finally knocking out all of his own people who had been manipulated, Miller stood at the door of the monastery's empty guest room, which had been opened at some point. A faint salty smell lingered in the air.
“…”
He half-closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and regained his usual composure. He said to the terrified Bishop Lagasha beside him, "Send a group of sorcerers to help clear out the remaining killer crabs in the harbor. If you see anyone who can be saved, bring them back to the Church of Light. Keep an eye out for any suspicious individuals stirring up trouble."
Temple of the Sea God, Temple of Love...
He chewed the name of his enemy silently. If it were the end of the century, such a serious provocation would be enough to start a war between gods.
Fortunately, he had taken precautions on the boat.
The cardinal took out his scepter expressionlessly. Along with the sound of chanting, a dazzling ball of light rose into the air, circled a few times, and suddenly flew towards somewhere.
Nova, who nearly became the instigator of the War of Gods, half-closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious. The one who had abducted him was the tattooed High Priest of the Temple of Poseidon, who had knocked the door open and tried to knock him out without saying a word.
The God-favored One was about to attack someone, but he stopped him. He didn't know what tricks that guy used, but he was carried on someone's shoulders for a long time while still conscious, and he was almost vomiting from being carried around.
After being roughly thrown to the ground, Nova felt a soft breeze cushioning him. Then he heard Saiken ask coldly, "Why did you choose this place?"
Then a familiar, slightly hoarse female voice followed: "Stop complaining. I really put in a lot of effort this time—oh my god, I'm probably going to be on that Dustless Light's blacklist now. It's really scary."
Someone came over and touched his face, their fingertips cold and soft: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, my little sweetheart, you're so pitiful. You've become so thin after not seeing you for a day or two."
Another person sneered and scolded her, "Don't get carried away with the Chosen One. Miller has cast a tracking spell on this guy and will be here soon."
"Why do you think I chose to meet here?" the priestess answered nonchalantly. Nova turned his head calmly and put his ear to the floor. Then he heard some vague and suspicious sounds, wailing, cursing, groaning, screaming and laughing. He felt as if he was in hell.
"This is all thanks to Bishop Lagasha. A very comprehensive anti-tracking system has been built here, including a formation that targets light-based spells." Apatara chuckled with a hint of sarcasm. "Welcome to the Bloody Bazaar, the largest underground human trafficking market in the Silver Iris Empire~"
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