Chapter 558 Disintegration Ray
After briefly describing the effects of the "Shattered Light Ray", Angel looked at the other party with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
She didn't know what kind of answer she wanted.
"First, we must make it clear that I am not a believer in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom as you understand it, but rather a 'collaborator'."
Edwina put away the manuscript, placed her hands flat on the table, and spoke slowly.
Then you just said you would help me ask them... Ah, she said "find out through some channels", and didn't explicitly mention the church behind her, what a cunning woman... Angel complained in his heart and nodded.
She didn't completely believe what the other party said, but on the Five Seas, even if the forces behind the pirate generals were known, they usually would not admit it directly, so as not to become the target of siege by hostile forces.
So she could understand why Edwina denied that she was a follower of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
"And I have no comment on this particular bullet you mentioned."
ah?
Angel was ready to listen attentively, but she didn't expect the other party to dismiss her with just one sentence.
I even gave her the spell patterns for "Disaster" and "Betrayal"... Angel's mouth twitched, and she had an urge to rush over and snatch the manuscript back, but after a moment's thought, she immediately understood what the other person meant:
“No comment,” not “No.”
Restricted by some oath or contract, Edwina cannot reveal the relevant information to people outside the church. But because of today's experience, in order to thank me, she used this rhetoric to indirectly indicate that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom does have a similar method of making bullets?
It’s so tiring to talk to these “smart people”…
After understanding, Angel stood up and replied:
"Thank you. I understand."
Then she turned around, opened the door, and left the captain's room.
"If I find out the origin of these spells, how should I inform you?"
Behind him, Edwina asked.
"Notify Hermann's messenger."
After saying that, she closed the door and stood in the deserted corridor, listening to the noisy celebrations coming from the deck. After a while, she sighed softly.
Two months had passed, and Angel thought she had let go of "Adam" and everything he said, but every time she found new evidence for his argument, she still felt a tremor from the bottom of her heart.
Could it be that his life was truly someone's "imagination"? Just like Groselle, Siatas, Longzel, and the others, or even worse than them, the adventurers in these books had their first half of their lives real, they just lived out their lives in the books...
And when will I reach my own end, turning into dust and dry bones in the wind?
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For the rest of the day, Angel, having adjusted her mood a little, stayed in the room assigned to her and Klein without going out. She just tried to complete the plan she had set long ago after regaining her spiritual power: to make new "Shattered Light Ray" bullets.
This was different from the ammunition she remembered before. It used the power of the "Disaster" spell and integrated it with the "Shattered Light Ray", becoming a "new method" of ammunition with even greater lethality. Or, one could call it...
"Disintegration ray".
Thinking of the "Citybreaker", "Black Death" and half of the "Black Tulip" that were shattered into pieces under the "Disaster" spell, Angel silently gave this name to her new invention that had not yet been released.
After Klein helped her borrow tools and materials, he initially stood by and watched the production process. However, when Angel broke the fifth bullet, he realized that his presence might be interfering with him, so he left the room and went to chat with Anderson, who lived on the other side of the "Golden Dream".
It is said that this "strongest hunter" still owes Klein clues to a powerful offensive weapon.
As for the incredibly large black iron key he brought back last night, which looked like the one used by a giant, Klein said he had already sacrificed it to Mr. Fool.
This made Angel somewhat curious. As the "world," Klein's relationship with Mr. Fool seemed different from that of other Tarot Club members. For example, when he couldn't find food for the "Creeping Hunger," he would often sacrifice it temporarily to avoid negative effects. He also never presented Roselle's diary in front of everyone at the Tarot Club...
Because he joined the team after recommendation and examination, he is different from others. Or maybe he is also one of Mr. Fool's "favored ones"?
Angel glanced at Klein's departing back in confusion, then turned his gaze back and focused on the work at hand.
She herself has even more secrets, even her identity and memories might be fake, so what reason is there to doubt the other person...
With a snap, the carving knife in her hand shook and she broke another bullet.
…
"That key should be related to the legendary 'Giant King's Court', not the 'Death God' who fell in the Raging Sea."
Klein said this after reluctantly handing Edwina the 4,000 pounds in cash for the key.
This was one of the agreements between him and Vice Admiral Iceberg. After deducting the 1,000 pounds reward given to him, the other party sold the black iron key to him for 4,000 pounds, and any information he discovered had to be shared.
"I see... It seems 'Blood Admiral' Senior is going to be disappointed. He's been eagerly awaiting the Death God's Key. Recently, after returning from the Southern Continent, he's been wandering around Bayam again, trying to find clues to the legend."
Edwina replied with a chuckle.
Admiral of Blood... Behind him is the power of the "Rose School", and Angel has received a warning from the immortal witch Katarina to be careful of the "Rose School"... Klein pondered for a moment and nodded.
He had long harbored a grudge against this secretive, sinister sect. Not only had he helped their members escape in Backlund, killing several pursuers and attracting a search by High-Sequence Beyonders, but he had also even stepped into a trap set by the sect while playing the role of Admiral Amyrius on Oravi Island, nearly being contaminated by the "Mother Tree of Desire."
Klein still couldn't forget that strange night in the general's mansion.
Could it be that the Blood Admiral Senior returned to the Rorsted Archipelago for the purpose, as Katarina said, to deal with Angel and himself?
Klein suddenly became alert. He had originally wanted to discuss the history of the Fourth Epoch with Edwina in the captain's room and digest the information he had obtained from "Groselle's Travels", but now he no longer had time for these things. He hurriedly said goodbye to her and left the room.
Besides, it’s not suitable for me to be alone with other women for too long now... The corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to reveal a self-deprecating smile, but when he approached his room, he felt a strange breath and his expression became serious.
Gently pushing open the door, Klein's eyes were immediately drawn to Angel, who was sitting at the desk. Angel was now leaning back in his chair and fast asleep, with an expression of fatigue that could not be concealed on his face. The spiritual wall around him had dissipated on its own.
On the desk in front of her, among the scrapped bullets, there was a bullet standing upright that was emitting a strong and dangerous smell.
Its exterior was iron-black, as if it had been burned by a fierce fire. The shell was engraved with complex and exquisite runes, and each line seemed to contain mysterious power, especially the "disaster" rune that Klein was already somewhat familiar with, which was shining with a dark red luster.
Under his gaze, the light on the surface of the talisman gradually seeped into the bullet body and disappeared without a trace. The dangerous aura was also hidden inside the inconspicuous black shell, making this bullet an ordinary bullet with no abnormalities except for the different color.
Was the production successful?
Klein could confirm this without asking Angel.
She's so anxious to craft special bullets, probably because she's worried about an attack from the Blood Admiral and the Rose School. It seems she's prepared appropriately without my warning... Klein chuckled, walked over, picked up the sleeping Angel, and walked towards the bedroom.
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Late at night, outside the Longtail Island of the Rorsted Archipelago, a slender three-masted sailing ship passed quietly.
Its surface seemed to be covered with blood, and was dark red in color. The sails were white in base, with winding traces painted with bright red paint. From a distance, combined with the black mast, it looked like several large trees made of flesh and blood.
This is the flagship of "Admiral of Blood" Senior, the "Tree of Flesh and Blood".
It broke away from the fleet and headed north alone, boldly sailing at full speed late at night so as not to alert the nearby garrison or Bayam's Storm Church demigod.
On the deck, Senior, wearing a tricorn hat, with sunken eye sockets and a pale face, was gazing at Changwei Island in the distance. Behind him, a brown-haired man in a swallowtail suit and a black windbreaker bent down and reported in a low voice:
"They've already received Hermothuin. Once we reach Bayam, we can take him away immediately..."
"I don't care about these little things, Odell. If you do it well, come and get your reward. If you don't do it well, come and get your death."
The "Blood Admiral" looked coldly at the adventurer who was famous for serving the "Mysterious Queen" and interrupted him.
"What about those two people? Where are they?"
Silver Viper Odel swallowed his saliva and immediately replied:
"The last time the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow, was seen was on Tuscat Island. A week ago, he killed the second mate of the 'Undead King' Agaritu, the 'Slaughterer,' and disappeared after collecting the bounty.
"Angelica Thatch wasn't with him. The last time they were seen together was when Nas boarded the Star Admiral's Future, which was ten days ago.
"But I predict they'll both eventually return to Bayam, as most of their movements are centered around the City of Generosity."
After listening to Odell's analysis, Senior was silent for a moment, nodded, and said:
"Contact Bayam's base via radio and have them prepare."
"...Transporting Hermothein?" Odel asked subconsciously.
"Of course I'm going to deal with those two guys. Don't make me say it a second time, Odell, or you'll be clean and waiting in my room!"
After saying this, Senior adjusted the tricorn hat on his head, and his whole body turned into a shadow and disappeared on the deck.
A moment later, in a hidden room deep inside the "Tree of Flesh and Blood," his figure took shape. He lowered his head and bent over, speaking with an even more respectful attitude than Odel had just shown him:
"Master Jax, we will arrive at Bayam by noon tomorrow."
In front of him, an old man with brown skin, sparse white hair, and facial features of the southern continent was staring at a candle, as if he was deeply attracted by the candlelight.
After a long while, he finally responded in a cold tone:
“After arriving, prepare the offerings and perform the sacrifice.
“We accept His gifts.”
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