Chapter 308: Chapter 306: Figurehead (Second Update!)
Unlike “Judgent,” Red is a special space.
Here, souls can be contained.
As the Releaser, Tang Qi is like a Divine being here. With a re thought or even a modification of so conceptual laws, this is an excellent form of oppressive witchcraft. As long as the opponent’s spiritual power is inferior to Tang Qi’s, once they are dragged here, their end can be foreseen.
Just like the initial Night Beast, with the reputation of being a Shadow Beast but was ruthlessly tricked by Tang Qi taking advantage of several opportunities, and had no choice but to board his ship of thieves.
However, this ti is different.
Finding a Transcendent with greater spiritual power than Tang Qi is indeed not easy, but it is obvious that Esralda, the leader of the rada Witch Group, who has traveled the Origin Blue Star for many years, possesses far greater spiritual power than Tang Qi.
But Tang Qi still did it, because the information he wanted to confirm was safest by this thod.
At the sa ti, Tang Qi also had a “backup” plan.
Upon entering the Red Space, Tang Qi imdiately connected to the “Projection Program” of the Master of the Crucible.
Three golden suns!
They were flickering, burning.
Gold and red interwove, as Esralda reopened her eyes in this world.
Almost instantly, she perceived that she was in a very special space, one where victory seed to be determined by the amount of spiritual power.
In this aspect, the witch deity was extrely confident.
She believed that even in the entire Secret Phoenix State, it would be very hard to find a being stronger in spiritual power than herself, even if the strong among the Immortal Council and the Seven Ancestor Descendants were all counted.
Just as Esralda was beginning to relax, there was a sudden “boom” in her perception.
A sense of danger that made her heart tremble locked her in completely.
Tang Qi’s figure appeared before the Witch Leader.
He had no intention of making small talk or engaging in any unnecessary dialogue; Tang Qi just looked straight at Esralda and then asked her a question.
Slowly, word for word, he asked:
“Ma’am, are you willing to kill your Ancestor?”
“Boom”
Esralda, as if hearing sothing she couldn’t believe, beca instantly stunned.
And before her, the aura emanating from Tang Qi beca increasingly dangerous.
…
Outside the bounds of Red and the Caravan, in a side street where the Tree Grandma Bookstore in Winston Town is located.
Dozens of witches from the rada Group, along with the Tree Demon, and Sally, were both concerned about the conversation between Tang Qi and the leader, and were looking towards Winston Town that was sliding towards hell.
They were situated atop a giant tree, with no need to worry about the encroaching crimson floodwaters.
But the townsfolk and the travelers who ca for the “Pirate Carnival” weren’t so lucky.
The waters flooding the town were thick with malicious intent, and also so unknown form of Pollution. At least tens of thousands of people in the town sank into unstoppable revelry due to this Pollution.
Tens of thousands of people were about to drown.
Hidden within the dark fog, the descendants of the twelve patriarchs, the Immortal Council, and the Seven Ancestor Alliance, although not exactly the Evil Camp, were clearly also not the Justice Camp. They concealed themselves in the dark fog to combat the sea of blood and showed no signs of caring for the tens of thousands of residents.
However, Sally, along with the witches of the rada Group, all had looks of unbearable grief on their faces.
Just as they exchanged glances, ready to take action.
A familiar voice suddenly rang out.
“Wait a bit longer!”
“Whoosh”
With the sound, the Witch Leader’s lavish Caravan burst through the twisted light, rushing down from the sky.
Tang Qi and Esralda both appeared in the air simultaneously.
First to look over were Sally and the array of witches and the Tree Demon.
Tang Qi was still Tang Qi, unchanged from before he entered the Caravan, only the sliver of doubt in his eyes completely dissipated.
As for Esralda, her expression at that mont made the witches turn their “angry” gazes towards Tang Qi.
The fiercest among them was undoubtedly the Tree Demon Granny.
But they couldn’t be blad, as the always gentle and mysterious Esralda was now displaying a face of “deep distress,” as if she had suffered so major blow, radiating an intense sense of defeat.
In the eyes of a fan, these were evident signs.
Their “idol” had been bullied, and the only suspect was Tang Qi.
Although they were also well aware that in terms of combat power, Tang Qi’s “small fra” was simply not capable of bullying the Witch Leader.
Fortunately, Esralda seed to co to her senses at this ti, switching back instantly to leader mode.
“I’m fine, Sally’s Guardian has already told
the thod to remove the curse.”
“Tonight, it will all end!”
Her voice carried a sort of indescribable significance. She felt the shocking piece of knowledge that had been added to her mind—precisely speaking, it was a curse, an imnsely powerful curse.
Just as the witches were dumbfounded by the leader’s words.
Sally, the “Daughter of Destiny,” stood beside Tang Qi, nervously observing the ongoing disaster in the town.
The crimson, viscous waters had subrged many people’s necks, and in a few breaths, Winston Town would see corpse after corpse floating or another form of life in a different State.
Tang Qi sensed Sally’s tension and imdiately comforted her: “Winston Town is not alone, the officials and the Church will not stand by and watch a disaster of this magnitude happen.”
Following Tang Qi’s gaze, Sally saw what lay atop the bloody expanse.
Indeed, there were two more “islands.”
They were Winston Theatre and Winston Public Hall, which was serving as a temporary church.
Both buildings were completely covered in different hues of light.
Neither the blood-like seawater nor the strange black fog could penetrate them.
As if to confirm Tang Qi’s judgnt, at the very next mont, just as tens of thousands of residents were about to be drowned by the sea, a low shout suddenly erupted.
The source was right above Winston Theatre.
Two figures appeared within everyone’s field of vision.
At the forefront was Jason, the near-Professional Level Demon Hunter, and behind him stood the human detective known as Rafael.
Jason was holding a “Tilos Magic Bag” in his hand, looking angrily ahead while rummaging through the bag.
Quickly, a Sheepskin Scroll appeared in his hand.
The edges were adorned with complex and ancient patterns, and the center was a blank space.
As Tang Qi’s gaze swept over, ghost light surged forth imdiately.
“Curios: Qiye Canvas (Blank), the Tilos Demon Clan, in addition to possessing great power, also pursued various forms of art with zeal, one of them even infiltrated human society, becoming a great artist celebrated by all. This is its blank canvas, which possesses so magical functions…”
As the image was generated, Jason was holding the blank “Qiye Canvas” and began chanting spells in a low voice, seeming to be an array of unknown, tongue-twisting languages. As the last syllable left Jason’s mouth, the Sheepskin Scroll turned into a globule of erald-colored light that fell downwards.
“Boom!”
When the green light enveloped the entirety of Winston Town and then swiftly dissipated, not a single living person could be found in the vast Winston Town.
Hum!
The Sheepskin Scroll reappeared in front of Jason.
The blank area of the scroll began to twinkle with fine light.
With each flicker, another human figure appeared on the canvas.
When the light faded, it had turned into an abstract oil painting, with no trace of blank space left, filled with overlapping festive figures.
Clearly, this was the function of the “Qiye Canvas.”
It swept all the residents and travelers of Winston Town into the painting.
However, it seed that was all it could do.
The Qiye Canvas was not an impeccable Curios; it had its flaws.
Jason seed unable to retract it into the Magic Bag, nor to take it away from Winston Town, nor even to place it on his person.
He could only let it float above Winston Town, allowing the residents to look down upon their holand in a special way.
A holand that was about to beco a “horrific battlefield.”
This phrase, at a speed never seen before, beca a cruel reality.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As if the canvas’s rescue of tens of thousands of inhabitants had triggered it, the once engulfed Winston Town’s blood-red expanse suddenly exploded at this mont.
The scarlet seawater surged, forming wave after wave, and then quickly evolved into tsunamis, crashing against the eerie black fog ti and ti again, with their clashes growing ever more fierce.
At the sa ti, in the depths of the expanse, the vortex underwent dramatic changes.
Lights interweaving red and black poured out frenziedly from deep within the vortex, the already huge whirlpool expanded even faster, and sounds like the roar of monsters or the howling of sea winds surged from the other end of the vortex.
Then, with a thunderous noise, the phantom-like Earl Castle was suddenly smashed into pieces by a trendous dark shadow.
There it was!
A massive being that Tang Qi felt both familiar and foreign with a small part of it descended from another space onto Origin Blue Star, onto this Winston Town.
That dark shadow, as though it could crush the very heavens.
It was, strikingly, an enormous and extrely hard statue.
It depicted a Monster.
Wearing red armor, surrounded by black fog, with a bone-white skull whose eye sockets flickered with an indescribable light, holding a scythe, with bats circling overhead… Descendants of the Thirteen Ancestors seed to find so familiar aspects in it.
But what was different was that it seed to be the Source of it all.
Figurehead!
Anyone well-versed in pirate lore would recognize it, a figurehead statue.
As the frontmost part of a fearso warship, it passed through the black void vortex first, and appeared before everyone.
Descendants of the Twelve Ancestors, Witch Group, Jason and Rafael, Church congregation… A series of astonished gazes fell upon the figurehead that seed to crush everything upon its appearance.
Tang Qi’s gaze also settled there.
An intensely strong ghost light surged violently forth.
In his eyes, a special image ford.
“Curios: Figurehead (Unknown Evil God Image), a figurehead of terrifying might, it was mounted on an invincible warship, the ship’s na is…”
“Immortal!”
mories revived simultaneously in the minds of both Tang Qi and Sally.
And at the sa ti, they uttered a na.
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