Chapter 694: Characteristics of the Named Person
At this moment, fog rolled in the white disaster, and a huge figure gradually poked its head out.
It was a giant bone beast.
A small head popped out from the giant head of the white-bone beast.
Gwen looked at the train that stopped in the distance with an inexplicable expression.
She had noticed something was wrong with the storm a long time ago - it was hard not to notice, as the storm had been chasing an airship all over the northern border for the past few days.
And there was a silk thread pulling on the airship, which was the one in the hand of "Miss Scepter".
The silk thread is shaking rhythmically, like a fountain.
Today, the airship encountered a train in a panic. Little Gwen thought that the airship had run out of fuel and was finally being caught up.
But it doesn't matter, she will take action.
Now little Gwen can control the White Disaster to a considerable extent. At this moment, she followed all the way up with the white mist, rubbing her hands, waiting for the airship to collapse so that she can make her heroic appearance.
Then Ignatius struck the storm with a few lightning bolts.
Little Gwen hasn't come to her senses yet.
The giant head of the bone beast looked at the small head above it, as if asking Gwen what to do next.
Little Gwen scratched his head.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "How about I send the bones in the mist over? There are still many bones controlled by the Forgotten Temple. It's too slow to purify them myself. The lightning will strike a large area..."
She narrowed her eyes and looked at Ignatius on the train. The old patriarch was not in good health and was being carried aside by other [Buried], and several palatial soldiers with the emblem of the Knights Hospitaller hurried over.
"This old guy is not very good. He can't hold on after just two blows." Gwen curled his lips and then set his eyes on the ritual iron plate that [Buried] was putting away.
"If I give this thing to Hughes, it should last a little longer, right?"
"After all, his body was already dead, and he can't die again."
"If it were him, how much lightning could he control? What would the scene be like?"
Little Gwen watched the entire process of the thunder shattering the storm, and she was deeply shocked by the lightning that illuminated the sky.
After all, she couldn't strike such a huge lightning bolt by herself, and she was still the [Named Person].
Little Gwen was lost in thought, his eyes casually scanning the carriage, when he was suddenly stunned.
She saw something completely unexpected from the train.
"Spray, fountain?"
A burst of pollution suddenly erupted from the shattered window, and Beatrice stepped off the train while making an awkward apology.
After attending classes for a few days, her condition has improved a little and she can even walk on her own.
It was a bit strange to say, but when she was still lying in the steam engine, she inexplicably heard strange and distorted whispers, and she thought she had begun to become delirious.
As a result, the delirium did not cause her to have more hallucinations. Instead, the more she listened, the more stable her cognition became, and her condition became better. She no longer went crazy, had fewer hallucinations, and was even able to stand up and walk a few steps.
There are no side effects except a head full of random little stories.
It is indeed a weird whisper, it is really weird.
Unfortunately, her joy didn't last long, as the airship was targeted by a storm as if it had touched something unclean.
Logically speaking, there are really not many things in this world that can threaten airships. Even the White Disaster cannot fly that high, but the Storm is one.
Airships can indeed fly very high, but not infinitely. The air at high altitudes in this world will also begin to become thinner and the buoyancy will decrease, but at the maximum altitude of the airship, it cannot avoid the storm.
So they could only run around being chased by the storm, but fortunately with Beatrice there, they would never run out of fuel.
After a few days of running away, Beatrice slowly discovered that she could control the pollution she spewed out.
She thought this was a good thing, but soon discovered in despair that she could only control half of it - she could vomit if she wanted to, but she couldn't stop vomiting if she didn't want to.
Or he would suddenly take a bite of the food in front of him out of the blue.
When spitting into the bucket prepared in advance on the ground, no one realized how dangerous this "pollution fountain" was.
But when she stood in front of you and chatted with you, her face suddenly puffed up.
Just pray that you are agile enough to dodge it.
"Beatrice's Breath" is now famous on the airship, and now the people on the train have also witnessed it.
Beatrice had just been talking to a few [Undertakens] when her eyes suddenly widened. An uncontrollable warm current surged up from her abdomen and burst out after a moment.
She only had time to turn her head slightly, and the next moment, a torrent of pollution shattered the car window and sprayed out!
Before Beatrice finished turning her head, the breath she exhaled drew a fan-shaped pattern in the air, tearing a large part of the carriage.
After Beatrice finished spitting, she looked at the Undertaker in front of her with an apologetic look on her face. However, the priest's hair stood on end and he turned and ran away.
No way, this is too scary.
Transcendents are naturally afraid of pollution. The amount of pollution in Beatrice's breath is already exaggerated, and her breath seems to have some additional effects.
The carriage just now was as brittle as a piece of paper in front of the breath. You have to know that Castel did not cut corners when manufacturing the carriage. It was made of real steel!
Only barrels designed to hold pollution can catch it.
When Beatrice was on the airship, she vomited in the steam engine, and the steam engine helped her suppress it. But here, there is no such thing. Miss Beatrice's strength has greatly increased, and no one can stop her pollution.
This breath not only scared the [Undertaker], but even little Gwen in the mist was stunned.
She had thought about what happened to Beatrice and had various guesses about it, but she really didn't expect what she saw.
Looking at the pollution flowing on the ground, she suddenly frowned.
"Strange, why do I suddenly feel like I've forgotten something very important?"
She felt familiar with this feeling, mainly because it had occurred many times recently.
This is because she gained a lot of knowledge in the fog, and by controlling the Temple of the Forgotten, she would inherit the memories of the Forgotten. These memories were accompanied by pollution and naturally knowledge.
Unfortunately, most of this knowledge is fragmented and difficult to find even if you recall it carefully. You often have to see some related things to remember it.
After all, for her, all this knowledge was forcefully instilled into her, just like flipping through a book on the spot, which was both laborious and time-consuming.
For example, at this moment, she stared at the pollution intently, feeling that certain knowledge was gradually solidifying and about to emerge.
"Pollution. Pollution must be knowledge related to pollution, and it is obtained in the fog."
After thinking hard for a long time, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"I remember now. Pollution. [Named] is not afraid of pollution and will not be eroded by it!"
(End of this chapter)
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