Chapter 488 Do you want to die too?
"You're the second person to ask me for this in the past month."
After a brief moment of surprise, Angel murmured.
The image of the wriggling flesh of Pierce Turner, the senior deacon of the Church of Night, his sincere pleas and his nearly successful conspiracy emerged before her eyes.
If I hadn't had the "Secret Holy Emblem" at that time, I would have been fooled by him... Angel thought, and his eyes moved away from Anne's expectant face with difficulty.
Her first reaction was that there was some conspiracy.
A ghost battleship driven by the extraordinary characteristics of a demigod, an ancient battleship that has existed for more than two thousand years and spans two eras, actually asked me to "kill it"?
Could it be that, similar to what happened with Pierce, once I take action in the spirit world, I'll fall into some kind of inescapable negative state, and then be taken over by this "Queen Anne's Revenge"...
But she had easily subdued me in the battle just now. If she needed to kill me, it would probably be just a matter of snapping her fingers. There was really no need to beat around the bush like this... Angel looked at Annie in front of him, feeling undecided.
And if she wanted to force me, she should be able to use some of the abilities of the "Arbitrator" instead of communicating through language like this. This may mean that the "Queen Anne's Revenge", or the Anne in front of me, does not have any malicious intentions?
But this view might also be caused by her extraordinary ability... Wait, would an "arbitrator" allow others to get close to him rather than voluntarily submit?
"Why would Emperor Roselle give you such an order?"
Angel asked in order to buy time for his hesitation.
"I pondered this matter for three years but still couldn't understand it, until a message came on the wind, telling me that he had passed away, killed in an assassination attempt by the Church of the Blazing Sun and the nobles of Intis."
Anne's face was calm and she answered in a nonchalant tone, but Angel could see a hint of different emotions in those golden eyes, which made her somewhat suspicious of this person... no, there was some inexplicable relationship between this ship and the time traveler emperor.
But could it be just the affection between the captain and his ship? As an outsider, Angel couldn't be sure.
However, considering that the ship name "Queen Anne's Revenge" is still used today, and Anne uses this name as a nickname for herself, it seems that Emperor Roselle must be a very important person in her mind...
"Why did he give you such a name for your ship?" Angel continued to ask.
This is the name of a pirate ship. Is it really okay to use it on a warship?
"He thought of several names I couldn't understand, and chose 'Hood', but ultimately decided it was unlucky, so he changed it to the current one. He also called me... the Lady of the Battleship, as if he thought I, the incarnation of a ghost ship, who usually hides and is only seen occasionally, was a real person..."
Hood... It was indeed what the great emperor did. Fortunately, he did not choose this name in the end... Angel looked at Anne with a smile on her face, the corners of her mouth raised, as if she was immersed in beautiful memories, and her heart trembled suddenly.
Could it be that because Russell died, she wanted to follow the emperor and... well, commit suicide together for love? This ghost ship is too sentimental. It should learn from the "Blue Avenger"!
Touching the nonexistent sweat on her forehead, Angel was about to change the subject to something lighter when Anne woke up from her memories. Her feet made a "clacking" sound on the wooden deck and walked towards her. She stared at her and said:
"Okay, I know your spirituality has been restored, and I've told you everything you're interested in. Now, can you fulfill your promise?"
Looking at the girl with an expression that said "If you don't agree, I'll force you", Angel was silent for a moment and picked up the small dark red metal piece again.
"Don't worry, even if this ghost ship dies, I still have enough time to send you back to the island safely, and I will pay you a reward as a token of my gratitude."
Anne breathed a sigh of relief, and her small, fair right hand flipped, and an exquisite card appeared in her palm.
Angel's heart nearly stopped.
That's a tarot card.
"This is one of the tarot decks Russell gave me before I left. It's from a deck he created 170 years ago," Annie said, looking at the card with some nostalgia. "Of course, this 'Judgment' deck is special. Not only does it have the 'anti-divination and anti-prophecy' effect, preventing anyone from discovering my existence through the aforementioned methods, but it also features a card he designed himself. After I leave, it will be yours. Perhaps you can uncover more secrets within it."
I think the latter reason is the most important... Angel looked at the tarot card that looked like a stick figure drawing of the middle-aged Emperor Roselle, and for a moment he couldn't be sure whether this was the "blasphemy card".
Judging from its "anti-divination" properties, it's very likely. Otherwise, after all these years, the "Blasphemy Card" that hides the Divine Path would have been discovered long ago. However, the card is different from the "Black Emperor," "Red Priest," and "Witch" I've seen, and it doesn't have the name of Sequence 0 written on it... Angel thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Anyway, it looks like I can't get away without "Disaster", so I might as well get some of the Emperor's wool. As a fellow time traveler, I hope it's worth it...
Encouraging himself in his heart, Angel squatted on the deck, gently pressed the "disaster" spell on the wooden floor that was polished to a shine, as if it had just been built on a new ship, and looked up at Anne.
The latter's momentary hesitation was replaced by determination and resoluteness:
"Go ahead, thank you."
With a sigh, Angel poured his spirituality into the spell and whispered:
"Disaster..."
The deck, which had a history of more than two thousand years, collapsed in an instant, turning into decayed fragments, floating in the endless spiritual world... This scene did not appear, and Angel did not even infuse enough spiritual power into it, as if the entire talisman refused her use.
"This... seems like my spell doesn't work in the spirit world?"
Angel was somewhat reluctant to look up and face that expectant gaze, and muttered to himself.
"Why, weren't you using it very smoothly just now?"
The ghost ship incarnation, who was waiting to die, obviously didn't believe it. She took two steps back, pointed at Angel, and said loudly:
"I command you to use the spell in your hand immediately!"
As she spoke, a golden light, as bright as the color of her eyes, emanated from her fingertips and pressed towards Angel. Angel felt a powerful force envelop her entire body, forcing her to squat down again and press the talisman again, chanting:
"Disaster!"
Everything remains the same.
"Perhaps your spirituality hasn't recovered yet. We can wait a little longer. I've waited for over a hundred years, so I won't be impatient..."
She frowned and murmured, not knowing whether she was talking to Angel or trying to convince herself.
"This spell will consume half of my spiritual energy, which is definitely enough for now... After all, I'm only a Sequence 5. I don't know the true source of this spell's power. Perhaps it has various limitations and can't be effective in the spiritual world."
Angel stood up and looked at the girl whose face darkened again under the blow of disappointment.
But she didn't seem as disappointed as I thought?
With a thought, Angel said tentatively:
"Perhaps after I become a demigod, this talisman made of my blood and usable only by me will have even greater power, and even be able to produce an effect here."
She specifically mentioned that it could only be used by herself, lest the demigod, on a whim, ask her to draw a "disaster" spell directly on the ship with blood and attempt a blood sacrifice.
"That's probably going to take many years. Out of ten Sequence Fives, not even one might be able to successfully advance to a High Sequence. I might as well try to escape from the Spirit Realm and attract those High Sequence experts, even though that would risk becoming a war machine once again..."
Shaking her head, Anne didn't hold out much hope.
"You can try to help me. I have a method to quickly master the power of potions, and I already know the formula for Sequence 4. This time I'm hunting the Gazers to obtain the potion ingredients. If I can advance quickly, you'll have a chance to fulfill your wish."
This wasn't Angel's baseless speculation. She was completely clueless about her death at Sequence 7, and after dying at Sequence 6, she entered the ruined city where the "Card of Blasphemy" was hidden. At Sequence 5, she could use blood to create the "Disaster" spell. Perhaps after being promoted to a higher Sequence, this magical ability that allowed her to be resurrected multiple times would be further enhanced?
Hearing this statement which was clearly a request, Annie stared at Angel in a daze. After a moment, she sneered and said:
"Heh, do you know who was the last person who asked me to help him, claiming that he would repay me in the future, and who signed a contract with me?
“It’s Russell Gustav!
"He finally gave me this order that caused me so much pain!"
"But you don't regret it, do you?" Angel asked back, looking at Anne whose voice was getting higher and higher and whose eyes were getting dimmer and dimmer.
The girl was silent.
"Yes, I don't regret it." A smile suddenly broke out on her face. "That was the most unforgettable time I've had since the Fourth Epoch."
Roselle, you are truly sinful… Angel complained in his heart to the emperor who died in a palace conspiracy over a hundred years ago, and then asked doubtfully:
"Then why are you so obsessed with destroying yourself? Is it because of Emperor Roselle's attitude towards you in his later years, or his ending? That was nearly two hundred years ago, and his daughter is still alive. Perhaps you can ask her about what happened back then. Of course, if you truly want to achieve eternal peace, I will become a demigod..."
"Wait, you said, you said Bernadette is still alive?"
Wow——
The pitch-black sails above their heads fluttered violently, as if a strong wind was blowing through the windless spiritual world. Below them, Anne's expression became extremely excited.
Even when she was facing the "disaster" just now, she didn't show this kind of behavior... Angel nodded and replied:
"I once met a woman who called herself Bernadette at the Emperor Roselle exhibition in Backlund. She had long chestnut hair, azure eyes, and dressed in a style that was, well, both old-fashioned and avant-garde."
Angel described the appearance of the women she had seen in detail. Anne nodded as she listened and interrupted her excitedly:
"Yes, it's her. I never thought she would really become the great figure in the mysterious world mentioned in the prophecy. Otherwise, she wouldn't be alive until now..."
"When Russell brought her to me, she secretly saw me and him discussing the plan to explore Sonia Island, and she also said she would tell her mother..."
I think she is right. After all, even I think there is something wrong with you... Angel could clearly feel that the other party's mood was much better than before. At least he didn't mention the "disaster" anymore. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, do you feel a strong desire to see Bernadette again?" She said gently. With her experience of comforting Azik at her daughter's tombstone, this was not difficult. "How about you let me leave the spirit world, and I will help you find this lady?"
"No."
Anne shook her head, her golden eyes fixed on her.
“That’s not enough.”
As if he had made up his mind, the "Arbitrator" opened his hands, and golden light emerged from his arms, illuminating the dark deck like daylight. Amidst the light, lines of ancient Feysac language appeared in the void. The handwriting was elegant, but it exuded an aura of incomparable majesty.
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