Chapter 728 Blood Moon
Because of the involvement of an evil sect, Alger did not rashly open his clairvoyance to search for traces of the "vengeful spirit," but that did not mean he had no way to find it.
As a Sequence 5 "Ocean Singer", in addition to his beautiful and moving singing voice, he also possesses the ability to control water, wind, and weather, and can even control the terrifying power of "Thunder".
Snap——
He raised the hand holding the scimitar, and a bright lightning appeared on the ceiling, slamming into the center of the living room, and scattered into countless electric sparks crawling like worms, running along the floor and walls, shocking the members of the "Rose School" who were already tortured by the disease but could not die immediately, making them tremble all over, and causing Sharf, who had not yet climbed up from the ground, to fall again.
In a corner of the wall, a transparent figure, its surface covered in electric light, immediately appeared in Alger's field of vision.
I got you… Alger, the "Hanged Man," roared like thunder, thwarting the "ghost's" attempt to escape through the wall. It slammed into the solid wall with a bang, unable to maintain its ghostly form. It reverted to the form of a short man wearing a black shirt and soft-soled cloth shoes.
As expected, upon seeing his companions' miserable plight, he had no desire to continue fighting and only wanted to escape... Alger drew out his scimitar, with lightning attached to it. He looked ferocious, but in fact he was cautiously observing the condition of the "ghost". After seeing that he had recovered his form and was coughing like the others, with dark red liquid constantly flowing from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, he felt a little relieved and took the initiative to meet him.
He had to prove that he could play a role in this battle, rather than just being an intelligence provider, so as not to lose all say when the spoils were divided later.
Having just emerged from a state of electric light all over his body, and having contracted a disease that he could not be immune to even in the form of a "vengeful spirit," this short, middle-aged man with brown skin and triangular eyes coughed as he looked at the charging Alger, his eyes filled with uncontrollable resentment.
But the next second, he stood up decisively and used the "mirror jump" to reflect his figure on the glass window next to him.
Alger continued his charge, raising his scimitar to draw a new bolt of lightning forward, but he noticed that the man in a black shirt and deep eyes through the glass window was as if thrown out, flying backwards through the glass and falling back into the room.
It must have been Miss Queen who took action... Alger was both thankful that he didn't let the other party escape, and regretful that he had made almost no contribution. However, he still cautiously pointed the lightning at the man who wanted to transform into a "ghost".
Snap, Snap—a series of crisp sounds were heard, and the brown skin of the "ghostly spirit" almost turned black. Its body, half illusory and half real, turned around several times, and finally stayed on the twitching form, no longer moving.
But even so, his skin took on the appearance of wax, gradually melting and dripping. The two members of the "Rose School" who had previously contracted the disease had simply turned into a pool of shapeless mud. Only from the clothes floating on the surface and some epidermal tissues could they be recognized as healthy and lively human beings.
It felt like Miss Queen was deliberately creating this atmosphere of terror and despair... Oh, and her sequence was the Witch of Despair. Perhaps this was a performance, but thankfully, she only did this to these followers of the evil sect... Alger looked away, looking at Sharf, who was trembling, but whose "symptoms" were much milder than those of the other three.
The latter's face turned pale, and he had already pulled out a pair of gray-rimmed glasses with one hand, but he didn't dare put them on his face under Alger's cold gaze.
After a moment, he found that his illness had not progressed any further. He breathed a sigh of relief, put his glasses on the table, smiled helplessly, and stood there.
He could see that the pirate captain in front of him, who often patronized his business, was not the main force of the sneak attack, but only the attacker in the open, and he was not sure that he could escape the pursuit of multiple people with the help of the magical items in his hand.
Besides, as a "craftsman", he has a high utilization value, which can be seen from the fact that the people hiding behind the scenes did not spread the deadly disease to him, so he has no motivation to escape desperately.
Soon, his suspicions were confirmed. A slender woman with a curvaceous waist and hips, each strand of her long, light-gold hair radiating endless charm, slowly emerged from the window beside the door. She approached slowly, pausing for a moment on the two members of the "Rose School" who lay dead by the trapdoor, a trace of pity evident in her eyes. Then, her gaze swept across Sharf's increasingly glazed face, and towards the "ghost" sprawled on the ground, nearly turning into a pile of mud.
If she caught me...it would feel good, right?
This thought suddenly popped up in Sharf's mind, and he gave up the last thought of resistance.
…
Even if they were members of a cult, dying like this was too tragic... Angel glanced at the two people killed by her "disease" and secretly felt that it was not worth it for the digestion of this potion.
Then, she ignored Sharf's expected infatuated look, her eyes flashing with light of different colors. She used the "mirror world" to isolate herself and observed the situation of the "vengeful spirit" through her spiritual vision.
In her spiritual vision, in the dim room, a familiar crimson aura emanated from beneath the glowing outline of the "vengeful spirit."
Could it be the "Mother Tree of Desire"...
Angel's heart tightened, and he bent the middle and ring fingers of his right hand, pressing them against the Seal of Anne on the palm of his hand, and was about to ask for help from the "Balancer" with whom he had already communicated through the prayer of the Honorable Name.
But she soon stopped her excessive movements and frowned as she looked at the breath that dissipated on its own before it had gone far.
It was not like the power that Angel had been infected with after his last contact with the "evil god" Suea, but was as weak as a newborn baby. It could even be discovered directly with clairvoyance without the help of Mr. Fool's power, and it did not have much desire to attack surrounding targets or possess them. It just quickly dissipated into an invisible state.
She used the silk thread to turn over the "ghost" and found that there was a palm-sized doll under him. The deep red color that was invisible to the naked eye was constantly emanating from the doll.
Some magical item? But he didn't even bother using it before his death, so it's obviously not...
Or maybe it was a tool used to summon the demigod of the "Rose School", but for some reason, it had not yet taken effect and was ambushed by me and the "Hanged Man", resulting in it becoming a useless scrap?
As he pondered, Angel used a silk thread to hang up the strange puppet with three crescents where its eyes and mouth should be, its limbs made of wooden sticks, and its body like a straw bag. He threw it to the "Hanged Man" Alger, who carefully caught it with the blade of his scimitar, not daring to touch it directly with his hands, and put it aside.
"Sacrifice it later."
She didn't say to whom the sacrifice was offered, but she believed that the "Hanged Man" would understand.
As for communicating with or divining an extraordinary person who might believe in the "Mother Tree of Desire", Angel did not have the courage to do so.
Besides, isn’t there a living person here?
Angel looked at the "craftsman" Sharf, who was standing aside with an upright posture, like a loyal guard, and smiled kindly.
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"...So, you did take the initiative to cooperate with these 'Original Moon' believers?"
While Alger took the initiative to use air mattresses to pile the three bodies in the corner, Angel and Sharf began the "interrogation" on the other side of the room.
It’s not quite appropriate to call it an interrogation, because the person being interrogated was extremely cooperative at this time, and even had a flattering smile on his face.
Yes, flattery, which reminded Angel of how Arrodes behaved when answering questions.
It seems that what Alger said about the craftsman being "addicted to beauty" is true... Looking at Sharf, who had a dazed look in his eyes and answered every question, Angel smiled secretly.
"Yes, they somehow found out where I was and came looking for me. They first used some kind of disease to make me lose my resistance, then appeared and cured me. They also said that as long as I believed in their 'original moon', my stubborn illness could be cured. I didn't believe it at first, but after trying it, I really felt like a man again..."
Having said this, Sharf suddenly stopped talking and secretly looked away.
It's true that every profession has its own specialties. Money may not be enough to buy off a craftsman who can make money at any time through magical items, but healing the abilities he lost due to indulgence is a fatal temptation... Alger, who was cleaning up the corpse nearby, sneered in his heart when he heard this, but did not show it.
Angel also just smiled in his heart. After all, the craftsman in front of him might still be useful in the future.
Of course, according to what Sharf said, he already believed in the "original moon", and Angel had always suspected that the so-called "original moon" was closely related to the "Mother Tree of Desire", and silently classified him as one of those people waiting to die.
If you believe in evil gods, unless you continue to believe in them and become more and more crazy, even if you are protected by official extraordinary people, you may die in the middle of the night after a few years, and your death will be miserable!
"They asked you to pay attention to the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Puppet'?"
She continued to ask.
"Actually, I was the one who brought it up. I heard him…" Sharf glanced at Alger, then quickly shifted his gaze back to Angel, "…saying there was this Beyonder characteristic. He told Sharma about the 'Wrathful Spirit', and then he asked me to stay here and try to trick the characteristic into coming to me."
"So you were planning on leaving here?"
"They asked me to leave Bayam and go to the Southern Continent to help them create magical items... Also, also..."
Hesitantly, Sharf looked into Angel's gem-like purple eyes, as if lost in them. After a moment, he smiled ingratiatingly and continued:
"Also, they said there's an important project that requires the assistance of 'craftsmen,' so I'm indispensable. But this project hasn't started yet, so I don't know what it is specifically."
The Aurora Society, the Witch Cult, and even the Man in the Mirror all have their own "grand plans," and now there's the Rose School. Every evil organization is so busy... Angel muttered, asking as if to confirm:
"So, did you know that most of the followers of the 'Original Moon' in the southern continent belong to the 'Rose School'? They are a genuine evil organization, worshipping the evil god 'Mother Tree of Desire'."
"I, by the time I realized it, it was already too late." The smile on Sharf's face disappeared, and he looked a little helpless. "I've dreamt several times of a moon that looked blood-stained, but extremely attractive. Like a blood moon, the blood moon outside..."
He looked out the window. The crimson moonlight, which was originally as light as a veil, was now as bright as blood!
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