Chapter 1082 Sudden Turn of Events
160 Böklund Street, inside Dwayne Dantès’s mansion.
After “Teleporting” back, Klein didn’t delay at all. He imdiately set up an altar and held a ritual to pray to Death.
“You are the essence of death;
“You are the lord of the dead;
“You are the final ho to all living beings.
“I pray for your help. I pray that you will know how to resolve the problem of the Red Angel evil spirit. ‘He’ has possessed the body of a Gatekeeper and is cooperating with the Numinous Episcopate’s High Priest, Haiter. He has co to Backlund and been made an assistant to Patrick Bryan...”
With regard to this matter, there was really no choice but to seek help from the Evernight Goddess.
Ignoring the possibility of seeking out the ascetic leader, Arianna, in a cooperation effort, or whether he had the ability to get finish off Sauron Einhorn dici, even if he could, once the Red Angel evil spirit disappeared, the Numinous Episcopate’s Artificial Death faction’s High Priest would imdiately understand that sothing major had happened here. “He” could then connect it to other abnormalities and determined that there was sothing wrong with Artificial Death’s condition. Then, using “His” own level and status, possible Sealed Artifacts, and “His” familiarity with the pathway, “He” might be able to create mutually harmful acts of destruction.
And if he ignored the Red Angel, this evil spirit who was a Conspirer wouldn’t take long to detect sothing abnormal with Patrick Bryan. With “His” knowledge and intelligence, it wasn’t difficult to guess the nature of the problem.
No matter how I deal with it, it’ll be a problem. As expected of an angel in the War domain. Even if “He” is a three-in-one Spirit Body, “He” can still create unresolvable problems for others. This must’ve actually been an idea that “He” gave Haiter...
Actually, I do have an extre idea; that is to let the Red Angel evil spirit be killed by other Churches, official organizations, or secret organizations for another whole different matter. In short, anything related to the Goddess cannot co center stage. Things must be made very clear...
The difficulty with this approach is how to let an extrely experienced, high-ranking mber of the conspiring domain fall into a trap... If I don’t handle it well, it might backfire on ... After the prayer ended, Klein casually let his thoughts wander as he waited patiently for the Evernight Goddess to give him a response.
After more than ten seconds, the herbal dregs that pleased the deity were swept up by an invisible wind. They flew out and landed on the table, forming words:
“His’ coming spells the raising of arms.”
What does that an? Looking at the sentence that gave him a sense of déjà vu, he frowned slightly.
As a Seer, he habitually interpreted it:
Due to the king’s problem, Loen has fallen into the shadows of war. Hence, the Red Angel that symbolizes war ca.
This ans that it might no longer be possible to stop the war.
Upon reaching Sequence 1, one would beco a symbol of certain phenona.
As these thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind, the invisible wind ca to a stop. The altar which was completely isolated by the wall of spirituality turned extrely silent.
There are no other revelations? After waiting for a while, Klein confird that this was all, so he ended the ritual and cleared the altar.
He then walked to the sofa in the room and sat down to see if anything else would happen.
After a full fifteen minutes, he didn’t usher in the arrival of the matron of the Evernight cloister, the leader of the thirteen archbishops, angel of Concealnt, Arianna.
I don’t have to deal with the Red Angel evil spirit, and I should just leave “Him” be? Or, there’s another solution, but my involvent isn’t needed? In essence, he wasn’t a devout believer of Evernight. Since the Goddess said that he didn’t need to bother about it, he naturally couldn’t be bothered to do so. After all, this matter was not only extrely troubleso for him, but it was also extrely dangerous.
Shaking his head, Klein took out a pen and paper from his pocket and began a dream divination.
What had happened tonight made him feel that he couldn’t waste any ti. He had to digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion as soon as possible.
Above the Fog Sea, inside a steam-powered rchant ship that was extrely close to a pirate ship.
One by one, the n and older won were tied up and pushed to the edge of the deck. Then, the pirates either used their hands or legs to throw them into the sea.
The splashing sounds didn’t affect the pirates at all, guffawing over this bloodless massacre.
After clearing the captives, they carried their guns and lanterns to the shipboard, preparing to enjoy the pitiful bugs’ struggling.
However, under the light, the dark blue sea beside the boat quietly undulated. No one was there.
“They sank so quickly,” a pirate blurted out in surprise.
The leader of this pirate crew frowned. After looking at it for a while, he said, “Perhaps so sea monsters passed by and treated those who dared resist us as food bestowed by the gods.
“Perfect timing. If we feed it, it won’t attack us...”
Upon saying this, the leader waved his hand.
“Everyone, enjoy yourselves!”
As a fairly experienced pirate, he knew that there were many strange things at sea. It was best not to seek out the reason and try to figure out the truth. Since it didn’t harm him or his crew, he would thank the Lord of Storms for his blessings, doing so as though nothing had happened.
After making sure that there were people on duty, the pirates began gulping down copious amounts of alcohol, ate huge chunks of at, and sang loudly, and fought for the rights to the young female captives.
In the noisy and lively atmosphere, the pirate leader led a beautiful passenger that he had long taken a liking to into the captain’s room. He eagerly began the final process for that night of revelry.
In the middle of the night, the tired pirate leader stretched out his right hand and touched sothing cold.
He jolted awake. Through the crimson moonlight shining through the window, he saw a piece of coarse wood in his arms.
A series of branches with green leaves grew out from the wooden block, hugging him like a human’s limbs.
Pa!
The pirate leader’s pupils rapidly dilated. As he pushed away the wood, jumped off the bed, and stumbled back.
Was I with such a thing previously? His mind was filled with terror. He couldn’t care less about his clothes, picking up a flintlock and cutlass before leaving the room imdiately.
Outside, there was a pirate on duty.
“How can I be happy to steal your ear...” When the pirate saw his leader open the door, he quickly asked.
The pirate leader had originally wanted to chide the other party for secretly drinking, resulting in his incoherence. However, when he looked up, he saw that his subordinate’s mouth and his surroundings were filled with golden grains. Even the surface of his tongue was covered in dense clusters.
The pirate leader’s scalp tightened as he felt a numbing chill run down his spine.
At this mont, the door across the corridor opened as well. A pirate shouted with a sobbing tone, “Oh no! Boss, I-I have a lot of mushrooms growing there!”
As he spoke, the pirate ran out.
At the sa ti, he felt his eyes itch. He raised his hand and rubbed his right eye.
As he rubbed his eyes, a green vine slowly grew out from the gaps between his eye socket and his eyeball. There was a dark red grape at the end of it.
The flesh around the grape was a blur.
The pirate leader’s body froze when he saw this. He asked in a voice that didn’t belong to him, “What... did you guys encounter...”
While rubbing his eye, the pirates who didn’t notice the problem said without any recollection, “A pole-like shadow struck !”
“W... Ye You...” The pirate whose tongue was covered in golden wheat echoed.
He was blocked by his leader and didn’t see his fellow crew mber’s terrifying appearance.
The pirate leader’s legs began to shake uncontrollably. He instinctively turned around and ran out of the cabin.
At this mont, he saw a long wall that looked like a shadow from a pole rapidly sweep towards him before lashing out at him.
The shadow flashed and soon disappeared. It was as though it was a surreal nightmare.
The pirate leader was just a beat slower before he subconsciously raised his hand to block. This was obviously not effective.
Then, he looked at himself in panic and didn’t find anything unusual.
“Thankfully, thankfully...” The pirate leader couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
Before he could finish, he suddenly heard a slightly muffled voice:
“Thankfully, thankfully...”
This voice seed to co from his body!
The pirate leader’s pupils dilated to the extre as he involuntarily lifted up his clothes.
He then saw three cracks appear between his chest-one big, two small.
Two rows of white teeth were neatly arranged in the large crack, and in the middle of the small crack were two lively and nimble eyeballs embedded in them.
It was a mouth and two eyes!
The pirate leader had a mouth and two eyes on his chest!
“No!
A scream rang out from the boat, filled with indescribable terror.
In the next fifteen minutes, so of the pirates went mad and killed their companions. So successfully escaped back to their own ship, only to discover that the people on it had also turned mutated. Hence, they jumped into the sea in despair.
By the ti everything cald down, there were only about ten normal pirates slumped on the deck and hiding in their rooms. There was a stench around them.
After a while, passengers ca out of the cabin one after another.
They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They either thanked the gods or stood there in a daze.
It was early in the morning. Klein got out of bed and began to wash up.
Just as he was changing his clothes with the help of his valet, Enuni, he saw Butler Walter, who had just returned from a leave of absence, walk to the door and say, “Sir, Bishop Elektra is here to pay a visit.”
“... Let him wait for in the activity room where he can enjoy a cigar.” Klein hesitated for a mont before saying.
He suspected that this was a late response from the Goddess.
Walter imdiately turned around and went downstairs to make the arrangents. Before long, he returned and said, “Sir, Bishop Elektra has already bade farewell and left. He wanted to tell you that you must go to Saint Samuel Cathedral in the morning. He said that the Church and the governnt are going to hold an air-raid drill together.”
“Air-raid drill?” Klein frowned.
At that mont, his spiritual perception was triggered. He turned around and looked out the window.
In the air, there were rows of dark brown-colored airships approaching.
These airships had slanted patterns of red, white, and yellow emblems. This was the flag of Feysac!
Upon seeing this scene, Klein suddenly understood what he had overlooked.
War might not be initiated by the Loen Kingdom!
An ancient and hidden organization definitely had very high-ranking mbers in other countries. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to affect the world’s situation!
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