High in the cloud layers, the wooden coat rack beneath Lumian's feet, burning with a violet-blue fla, did not quickly turn to ash. It was like a truly heat-resistant, miraculous tal, maintaining its basic, hard state.
This was an ability Hunters possessed since the Iron-blooded Knight stage: "weaponizing" ordinary objects, temporarily transforming them into lethal tools.
At the angelic level, Lumian could now make wood, paper, and similar materials temporarily reach the strength of the Sword of Courage, ensuring they would not instantly dissolve under the added flas and internal explosions, maintaining their most fundantal stability.
This allowed a Hunter's fireball to have a carrier and divert so power to constantly accelerate, ultimately bombing the target area from a distance at several tis the speed of sound.
At the Iron-blooded Knight stage, this remote range was 5 to 10 kiloters. For a Weather Warlock, it beca hundreds, or even thousands of kiloters.
However, this was not very useful in actual combat. Even if the weapon carrying the fireball flew quickly, adding an extrely long distance would still require a certain ti to reach the target area. Not to ntion Angels and Saints, even Mid-Sequence Beyonders with strong spiritual intuition could detect it in advance and escape the potentially covered area in ti.
The current level of the Fog of War could not be attached and follow along.
Lumian could divert a small portion of his psyche to rge into the fireball or weapon, allowing them to change direction. But such an operation, when done from too far away, would always lack precision and thus could not strike enemies beyond a certain level.
The greatest use of such an attack was only to destroy fixed targets. For Lumian, it was completely incomparable to the mystical long-range attacks delivered through the mirror world.
But...
Lumian looked down at the coat rack beneath his feet, burning brilliantly like a giant sword, then glanced at the blown-open white clouds and the city below that looked like specks of dust, and listened to the sonic boom that could not catch up to him. He laughed Inwardly.
How cool!
Without considering conspiracies, a Hunter must be arrogant!
Otherwise, how would one provoke others?
Boom!
A violet-blue light, with a human figure standing atop it, rapidly traversed the sky, leaving behind a blast that made houses and glass violently tremble.
…
Beside a mountain-side village where rain was pouring down.
The river had already overflowed with yellowish water, surging toward the not-so-large city in the distance.
The city's residents were anxious, worried that mountain floods would erupt and affect their living spaces. Many villagers had already climbed to the second floor or onto their roofs because the rising water had gone beyond their knees and was trying to break down their doors.
Looking at the increasingly yellow floodwaters, experienced villagers grew more worried and had nowhere to escape.
Suddenly, they heard a loud "bang" and instinctively looked up, casting their gaze toward the sky.
They then saw a light, bluish-violet like a fire teor, hovering and stopping among the layered dark clouds, with what seed to be a person standing on top-a tall figure with blood-red long hair, though far away.
This person riding a flaming sword began moving amidst rising white water vapor and dense surrounding rain, with powerful, high-strung and frenzied movents, with a twisted, mysterious posture.
A divine being dancing in the sky!
Villagers nearby and city dwellers in the distance all suddenly had the sa thought.
This is a ritual.
A ritual of praying to so existence!
The ritual dance beca increasingly intense, and everyone who saw this scene seed to hear thumping drum beats.
As the divine being's dance progressed, the rain gradually diminished, and dark clouds in the high sky dispersed one by one.
In the end, the rainstorm completely stopped, and rays of brilliant sunlight shone upon villagers hiding on the second floor and rooftops, and upon the worried citizens looking toward the mountain's edge.
The divine being stopped the ritual dance, and the flaming sword beneath their feet disappeared.
With a magnificent, layered voice, they proclaid to the humans below, "My na:
"Family to the King of Yellow and Black, Priest of Weather and Plague, the Dual-Bodied one who spreads war and chaos!"
Among those born and raised in religious societies, a large portion instinctively bowed their heads and shouted in unison, "Praise be to you, Priest of Weather and Plague!
"Praise be to you for sending away the calamity!"
By the ti these people raised their heads, the divine being had vanished.
…
Trier, inside the luxurious villa.
Lumian's figure quickly traced itself in his room.
He distinctly felt that his Weather Warlock potion had been digested a bit.
The effect of this act was much stronger than changing the extre weather of three regions imdiately after his advancent!
Previously, I was doing good deeds quietly, unknown, lacking clear directional feedback?
Hmm, a Weather Warlock must let people know they are a 'warlock', must be seen, or understood, otherwise it's not a successful act... The people in those three regions would probably think it was the local faith's god's protection, praising those gods, not . Only a small portion might connect the weather changes with the previous appearance of a witch...
It can't be too simple to change the weather. Even if it doesn't substantially take effect, the ritual must be there. The audience must feel I used great effort to change the weather, otherwise I'd be performing as a God of Weather instead of a Weather Warlock...
Positioning the Weather Warlock as a priest of weather should be fine…
Also, Hunter represents the initial masculine side, robust, highly aggressive, often associated with being flamboyant.
Looking at it this way, a Hunter's arrogance and conspicuousness are sotis a conspiracy, sotis an acting requirent...
Combining the feedback from two different performances, Lumian vaguely grasped a key point.
A Weather Warlock's performance cannot be low-key!
Hiding behind the scenes doing good deeds is not a Hunter's style!
Moreover, although the Sequence na "Weather Warlock' had no clear good or bad orientation, based on the fact that the Hunter pathway represented war and was one of the two components of calamity, and drawing from previous Sequence acting experiences.
Lumian suspected that the hidden acting principle might be "bringing disaster by changing the weather."
Bringing disaster to enemies by changing the weather will be a key focus of future acts. Lumian nodded thoughtfully, feeling slightly disappointed.
He murmured to himself. No accidents, no anomalies…
His extrely flamboyant travel this ti was partly to satisfy his normal inner desires, maintain and expand his humanity, and partly to provoke hidden arrangents by Blood Emperor Alista Tudor or that Red Angel dici.
Unfortunately, under Mr. Fool's gaze and with the situation not being chaotic, nothing happened.
Every successful Hunter was a qualified scher and wouldn't be so easily trapped.
Feeling disappointed but in much better condition, Lumian left the bedroom, intending to pour himself a glass of absinthe downstairs.
Franca heard the movent and walked out of her workshop.
She had let the Face of the Arcane fall back into slumber, returning to the Traveler's Bag.
Glancing at Lumian, Franca asked with unusual anticipation, "Oh-oh, can your previous sword-riding ability be shared?"
"Sword-riding?" Although Lumian had been in the dream city for half a month, his exposure to information couldn't be too comprehensive, so he wasn't familiar with this sowhat niche term.
However, he quickly associated it with his coat rack flying based on the literal aning, and said with a smile, "Got it. It can be shared.
"It's ford by combining the ability to 'weaponize' any object and the ability to manipulate fireballs.
"Although I can only share one ability with you at a ti, they don't need to be used simultaneously to complete the combination."
Franca's eyes beca increasingly bright. "Can I try now?"
Lumian couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course, but rember, only within a 10-kiloter range.
"'Weaponized' items won't quickly return to normal and get damaged, but once you exceed the team's effective distance, you'll lose control of the attached fla."
Franca was a bit disappointed but found it acceptable.
"Fine, 10 kiloters it is."
She thought for a mont and added, "To go beyond 10 kiloters, you'd have to stay with , not creating distance? Well, you can stand on the back half of my flying sword..."
The leader of a Hunter team must necessarily be a Hunter, with the 10-kiloter range calculated from their center.
If a team has more than one Hunter, only one led, the highest-Sequence one. If there was more than one highest-Sequence mber, they determined superiority through combat.
"That's right," Lumian confird Franca's statent.
Franca's face imdiately lit up.
"Let's start, first have a quick spin within the 10- kiloter range.
"Then we'll ride swords through the sky, hmm, let's bring Jenna along..."
Just as she was saying this, Franca suddenly sensed sothing and took out a makeup mirror from her clothing's hidden pocket.
She took it out while telling Lumian, "My only subordinate sent a ssage."
Although the Sick Church had multiple priests and bishops, and the market district had gang leaders at Franca's disposal, the one who actually led them, assigned tasks, and received reports was mainly Jenna.
Franca's true subordinate was only one person: her subordinate in the Demoness Sect, the Witch Niceea, who was a mole in the Emperor Party.
Of course, Niceea was now a Demoness of Pleasure.
"Stay alert," Lumian cautioned.
This involved the Demoness Sect and the special mirror world, so they had to be extra careful from now on.
"Mm-hmm." Franca nodded while seeing a light on the mirror's surface unfold into Intisian: "Louis Gustav has mysteriously disappeared."
"Louis Gustav has mysteriously disappeared." Franca's eyes narrowed.
The leader of the Emperor Party, the man secretly planning to overthrow the current governnt, with so connection to the mirror world's Roselle, Louis Gustave, had mysteriously disappeared?
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