Chapter 503: The General’s Purpose?
Thousands of miles away, on an unnamed island southwest of Hakata Port.
Admiral Amyrius Leavitt's clothes had long been dried in the scorching sun during the day and now hung wrinkled on his body. He could have used his extraordinary power to make some changes that would benefit his image, but there was no trace of a ghost on the island, so there was no need to do so.
His hawk-like eyes kept scanning the nearby coastline, searching for the legendary ghost ship, but found nothing.
After a day and a night on the island, he had explored every inch of the coast. Unless this warship of the Trunsost Empire could sail on land, he should have discovered something long ago.
The only possibility is that it has been driven away by someone else...
He kicked the stone blocking his way away and listened to the sound of it falling into the sea below the cliff, but Amyrius did not feel too much loss in his heart.
That's the benefit of not having too much hope - you won't be too disappointed.
He has always been very good at managing his emotions.
Glancing at the nearly full moon that enveloped the earth in brilliant light, Amyrius sighed softly and turned to walk towards the nearby beach.
Since the secret operation to find the ghost ship failed, he has to set off on his journey home tonight, otherwise he will not be able to return to Oravi Island within the agreed time. That crazy adventurer has been an "admiral" for too long, and I wonder if he will cause some mess that he can't clean up.
Humph, anyway, as long as his brother Austin is still the governor, his mistress Cynthia doesn't put a strange hat on him, and the royal spy Lu Eran doesn't find out anything wrong, he can solve other small problems.
On the top of the mountain behind him, a black-haired, barefoot figure stood in the air, and his golden eyes glanced at Amyrius who was leaving in dejection.
"snort."
She snorted softly and raised her right hand. At the base of her originally smooth and white palm, there appeared a strange mark that was symmetrical on both sides, different from top to bottom, and shaped like a building in a rainstorm.
It seemed like a simplified version of the "disaster" spell that tried to kill her that day, but without any trace of destruction or disaster.
"The connection has deepened?"
Anne whispered doubtfully, looking up to the northeast, as if she was looking at a place thousands of miles away.
Then, black lines flashed around her, outlining the outline of a huge three-masted warship.
The mast of the sailboat that seemed to be in the spiritual world had not yet been erected and the deck was still empty, but it already had the power of the legendary warship that was famous in the five seas two thousand years ago.
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In the bedroom, which had become dim and quiet again, Klein stared at the wreckage that was still emitting smoke, but the changes and pollution inside had been purified by the holy light. After a long time, he reached out and picked up a necklace that had fallen on the wreckage. It was hung with a pendant that looked like a shrunken rhino horn. It looked like it had no spirituality, but intuition told them that all the changes tonight came from it.
The Mother Tree of Desire, the Celestial Cult, the strange night, the magnified desire... Angel and Klein still have various doubts in their minds, but most of the questions were buried with Cynthia's death, and the rest need further investigation.
Neither of them mentioned anything about spiritualism or divination. Even a demigod would not dare to touch such obvious pollution. The only way to deal with it was to purify everything in flames.
The naked guards and servants around them, who were still entangled with others recklessly a few minutes ago, have now gotten rid of the endless desires in their hearts and fainted. However, looking at their mouths and noses that have stopped bleeding and listening to their relatively steady breathing, they should not have suffered any life-threatening injuries.
Of course, it is still very necessary to seek a certain degree of treatment from the Church of the True God afterwards. Faced with this kind of pollution that is no less than the "real creator", every caution is not excessive.
In fact, the pollution caused by the "Mother Tree of Desire" that Cynthia mentioned was much stronger than the several "Evil God Incidents" they had witnessed before. It suddenly turned an ordinary person into a mutant creature with combat power almost equivalent to that of Sequence 5. Even in the files within the Night Watchers, it was unheard of, not to mention the aura that permeated the entire building, which made people's inner desires extremely strong.
Of course, the only exception was Megose who appeared in Tingen five months ago, but that was the vessel for the descendant of the evil god, which was almost equivalent to an incomplete descent of God!
Could it be that the "Mother Tree of Desire" is also some evil deity with a status similar to the "True Creator"? Rather than a primitive belief like the "Sea God" Kalvetuwa?
While pondering this, Angel and Klein checked on the unconscious servants separately, to avoid missing any seriously injured ones. Then, she looked at Klein, who still looked like Amyrius and exuded a certain majesty, and asked:
"What's next? Are you going to end this 'commission'?"
"If I run away now, the admiral will definitely blame me for all the problems. I can only stay, handle everything, and wait for him to come back and explain in person."
Klein shook his head and answered softly. Seeing Angel approaching, he quietly took two steps back and turned sideways to avoid the other's sight, hiding the abnormal physical condition that had appeared since waking up from the dream.
But the "Faceless Man's" instinct still allowed him to notice the changes in the other person's expression and gaze.
"By the way, why are you here tonight?"
To ease the awkwardness, Klein asked casually, looking elsewhere, pretending to search for clues left on the battlefield.
"Of course it's divination. I'm a master of divination..." As if he had anticipated this question, Angel showed a sly smile and took a few steps closer. "I saw everything in the magic mirror, such as whether your performance these days went smoothly, whether your identity was exposed, and... a strange dream?"
"Dream, what dream?"
Trying his best to keep his expression unchanged, Klein turned around and asked back, his tone confident and his gaze unwavering.
This response actually made Angel feel a little guilty. She really didn't want to tell him about the strange scene she saw in her dream, especially when she found out that the person under Klein was actually herself. She felt an inexplicable sense of shyness.
Moreover, the battle in this bedroom, the obscene smell that filled the room, and the stirred desire made her cheeks flush and her body hot. At this time, when she recalled the scene in the magic mirror divination, she could not speak. She could only hum softly, turn her head away and said no more.
Seeing that he had won the verbal battle, Klein smiled again. Just as he was about to press on and take over, he heard a groaning sound behind him. He turned around and saw that it was his blond secretary, Lu Er'an, who had been hit by a branch and knocked unconscious by Cynthia's desperate roar. The latter had regained some consciousness and was digging with his hands and feet, as if he was about to open his eyes.
"You leave first, I..."
He quickly looked in Angel's direction, only to find that he had disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the "isolation" force surrounding the building dissipated, and the crimson moon in the sky once again shone its light on the building.
With a touch of disappointment and relief, Klein slowly walked over to Lu'an's side. He noticed that his neatly combed, shiny golden hair had already shown signs of corrosion from being "taken away" by the tree branch and buds, and then from hitting his head against the wall. However, this injury wasn't serious for a Beyonder who was at least Sequence 6, possibly even Sequence 5. So, instead of squatting down to help, he kicked the secretary, who began to squirm unconsciously, with his toes.
This is what a superior does, and he was not respectful to me just now... He thought, and kicked Lu Er'an a few more times, waking him up, and he looked at him blankly.
The force of these kicks was somewhat tinged with personal emotion.
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