Chapter 638 "Tyrant"
This "Card of Blasphemy" was found on a deceased person wearing a tricorn hat and growing countless tentacles. Like the "Witch", "Red Priest" and "Black Emperor" that Angel had seen before, it was slightly smaller than a palm. The front of the card showed a majestic figure wearing a huge crown, raising his hands, with countless believers crawling beside him, and shrouded in lightning, strong winds and waves.
This is Emperor Russell Gustavus.
On the upper left of him, on the edge of the card, there was an ancient Fusac script condensed from the glow of a star, marking the path represented by this "blasphemous card".
Judging from the lightning used by the deceased in the tricorn hat, the tentacles growing on his body, and the oppressive feeling he gave to everyone, it is not difficult to guess that the "Tyrant" represents the "Sailor" path, which is the complete potion path possessed by the Storm Church.
No wonder Backlund's private investigator, Isengard, privately called the Mandated Punisher and the Church of the Storm's fanatics "tyrants." This fits their style perfectly. Even Sequence 0, the "Storm Lord," is synonymous with this title... Angel couldn't help but chuckle at the first time he heard the term, then glanced at Alger, the "Hanged Man," who was also on the Sailor Path.
The latter waited until the cursed black flames were completely extinguished and the entire tomb was plunged into darkness before he walked over to the gargoyle's corpse that had fallen to the ground and turned into a pile of stones. His eyes immediately locked onto the "Card of Blasphemy" in Angel's hand.
"Tyrant! As expected, Qilingos risked his life to enter Backlund alone and assassinate Duke Negan, all for this 'Card of Blasphemy'..."
Looking at the portrait of Emperor Roselle, who wore a crown and looked like a god, and the name of the potion that clearly referred to the god he believed in, Alger felt his breathing become heavy, as if a raging fire was burning in his heart.
If I get it, I can clear all obstacles on the road to higher sequences… Several dangerous thoughts instantly popped up in his mind, but his long experience of sea adventures and his forbearance in the church quickly calmed him down. He forced himself to look away and look at the three corpses that were still emitting smoke.
"The battle just now was quite noisy. We should be careful not to attract other powerful creatures. We should collect the spoils and leave as soon as possible."
After saying this, Alger himself found it a little ridiculous. Even the unknown creatures that almost petrified them didn't dare to break into the ruins around the church, so who would be alarmed?
Calm down, Alger. The Card of Blasphemy is a trophy, and I can't help distribute it. But the formula on it can be exchanged and purchased. I'll get it sooner or later... He took a deep breath and felt his pounding heart gradually return to its normal rhythm.
Fortunately, the "Queen" and the "World" did not notice his abnormality, and only regarded his hesitation as the sequelae of "fear of fire". One of them quickly checked other corners of the tomb, while the other controlled the resentful souls to possess the deceased who had lost their lives again one by one, speeding up the precipitation of their extraordinary characteristics.
"Is that 'Blood Admiral'?"
Taking this opportunity, Alger took a closer look at Klein's marionette. Recalling the church's internal information about the pirate general who disappeared after the battle outside Bayam City, he silently lit a candle for him...
No, it’s better not to light the candles. What if the combustible gas accumulated in the crypt is ignited and blows up the entire island!
Thinking of this, he felt that his heart, which had just calmed down, was about to jump out of his chest again. He hurried to the dead gargoyle's body, picked up a scimitar, dug out the eyeballs that condensed the spirituality and the core in the chest and abdomen, and used the sound of stones breaking to cover up his uneasiness.
Angel, who was quite experienced in the impact of negative effects, stole glances at Alger's actions, secretly laughing at him, while observing the other coffins that had not been opened, wondering if there were also some Beyonders inside who had died but had not yet released their special characteristics and instead turned into "zombie"-like creatures. However, in the end, he did not want to disturb these deceased people and did not open the coffins for autopsies.
Klein reaped a rich harvest. The possession of the "vengeful spirit" could significantly accelerate the emergence of Beyonder characteristics. Within a few minutes, he had obtained three complete Beyonder characteristics, each with a different appearance but exuding the aura of gold pounds.
One of them was as transparent as a jellyfish, with lightning flashing inside. It clearly belonged to the "Ocean Singer" wearing a tricorn hat. The same characteristic was extracted after Siatas's death. A ball of brown mud with roots and what seemed to be pulsating blood vessels inside belonged to the Beyonder who was spewing yellow-green poisonous mist. Angel suspected that he had some connection with the "Mother Earth Goddess". The last one had the appearance of a thumb-sized purple hexagonal prism. Inside it was a cold and ruthless eye without eyelashes, which seemed to be spying on the outside world. It belonged to the old man in a white robe with eyeballs on his bare skin.
"This might be the extraordinary characteristic of the 'Mystery Peering' pathway. I've seen this type of eye before... on Old Neil."
Klein pinched the hexagonal prism between his fingertips, his eyes tinged with a strange purple as he suddenly spoke.
This familiar name immediately reminded Angel of what happened in the underground alchemy room of the Blackthorn Security Company. He pursed his lips and did not respond.
Old Neil, who is that... Alger, holding the gargoyle's eyeball and core in his hands, moved closer again, frowning and wanting to ask back, but sensing the oppressive atmosphere, he quickly stopped himself and asked softly:
"Now, do we leave immediately, or..."
He felt that the gains from this exploration were sufficient, even significantly exceeding his expectations. The best option was to stop and leave decisively. Moreover, according to the prior agreement, he could not participate in the distribution of all the profits, so he did not have a strong desire to continue exploring.
But only Gehrman's "teleportation" can take me away. Ultimately, I still have to listen to them... Alger smiled bitterly. When he saw the other party opening his mouth to answer, a long voice came from his ear.
"Why……"
This sound seemed to come from thousands of years ago, and it echoed in the circular tomb with an indescribable sigh of vicissitudes. The three people's faces changed drastically. They looked at each other with surprise and confusion in their eyes.
The voice did not come from them, but from the "fourth person".
After analyzing this fact in her mind, Angel was overwhelmed by a strong sense of crisis. She reached out and grabbed Klein without hesitation. Invisible threads shot towards Alger like lightning, pulling him towards her. The three of them pressed together at a speed close to collision.
The "Crawling Hunger" in Klein's left hand became transparent, as if carrying the rich colors of the spiritual world. The bodies of the three people became illusory the next moment, and they entered a world where direction and distance could not be distinguished.
After a few seconds of "mad running", the "teleportation" effect ended, and they stepped into the air and appeared among the wet clouds. Above their heads was an unobstructed crimson moon, and below them was an endless black sea.
Swish——
Alger reacted quickly, summoning a strong wind to blow upwards and support the three people. He grabbed the gargoyle's core and eyeball with one hand, and released Angel's hand, which he had tightly grasped in a hurry, with the other hand, and pressed it back on Klein's shoulder to prevent him from being in a panic when entering "teleportation" again.
The other two had no time to pay attention to his movements. Instead, they looked diagonally downward in the howling wind, towards the direction of the nameless island where they were before.
The sea area that had been shrouded in thick fog quickly became clear in the sight of the three people, as if an invisible hand had pushed away the fog, allowing the moonlight to shine unimpeded onto... the sea.
The island that was home to all kinds of powerful supernatural creatures and housed a temple dedicated to the "Ancient Sun God" has disappeared!
Where the island originally stood, only black sea water remained, with a strange light flashing from time to time under the crimson moonlight.
"Just now...wasn't this a dream?"
Alger couldn't help but speak, his voice drifting in the whistling wind, revealing his inner confusion.
If I hadn't been holding the trophy in my hand, I would really think I was dreaming... He pinched the gargoyle's hard and prickly core to confirm that he was still in the real world.
Klein felt the same way. He tightly grasped Angel's hand with one hand and reached into his pocket with the other, counting the three Beyonder Characteristics as if to confirm. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
If there's nothing in my pocket, I'm afraid I'll lose control right then and there... He muttered a few words to ease the tension in his heart. Not daring to stay any longer, he activated his "teleportation" ability again, taking the other two with him into the spirit world and heading towards Bayam.
After several brief stops in the air, the three of them successfully returned to a deserted island approximately 200 nautical miles from Bayam. On the soft beach, gently brushed by the waves, they released each other's hands and stood in a circle, facing each other.
It was only then that they confirmed that the expedition had ended successfully.
It wasn't all smooth sailing. How did the island disappear? Whose sigh belonged to? And if we hadn't teleported away decisively, would we have vanished along with the island, never to be seen again?
Klein's mind was full of thoughts, but he couldn't grasp a clue. He was about to say something when he heard Angel say beside him:
"I've heard that voice before..."
Just as Alger was about to summarize the expedition and try to trade potion formulas, he blurted out:
"What?"
Klein also looked at Angel.
Only then did he realize that the other party had not spoken a word since leaving the island, and the hand holding his was a little cold, but he had been immersed in thought and did not notice.
Feeling the concerned gazes of the two, Angel smiled bitterly and continued:
"I once met this man outside of Bayam and had a brief conversation with him, so I remember this voice..."
She paused, hesitant to utter the name.
“Everything that is said must be known.”
This was Mr. Fool's reminder, and she believed that the name must be included in the list of "unspeakable things".
He might have just been standing right beside us, watching all the battles and actions. What else is there to worry about...
The corners of his mouth twitched and turned upwards, and Angel finally said the name:
"...He is one of the Creator's descendants, the 'Angel of Imagination', Adam."
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