NABC Chapter 280 Take and Leave
Chapter 280 Take and Leave
Chapter 280 Take and Leave
Above the gray fog, Klein watched through the prayer light representing Cyril as lightning raged wildly across the night sky.
"Is this the extraordinary ability recorded by the Recorder?"
She's a bit of an overachiever, below the demigod level. Doesn't that mean anyone she attacks will die?
As an adjacent pathway, the Sequence 6 of the "Diviner" seems to only be able to change its own appearance, which is a bit unfair in this world.
As he marveled, he saw from the center of the raging lightning storm, a terrifying, illusory torrent of information surging forth.
Caught completely off guard, Klein and Cyril, who had once again "stared directly" at the "Hidden Sage," were disconnected.
In reality, prompted by her spiritual intuition, Sirion also noticed the torrent of information surging from the center of the "lightning storm".
A hidden sage?
When knowledge is presented to people, aren't they all projections? How come it came in person?
As his thoughts drifted, he heard the wind growing stronger overhead and sensed his "lightning storm" being weakened, as if someone was vying with him for control of the clouds and lightning above.
"Pirated versions can't compare to genuine ones."
He muttered a quiet sigh and casually tossed out a gold coin.
After glancing at the divination results, he decisively abandoned the idea of continuing to consume spiritual energy to maintain the "Lightning Storm," letting the "Sea King," who was nowhere to be found, dispel the lightning and dark clouds in the sky.
Then, a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, appeared in my eyes.
The next second, his figure "flashed" into the charred ruins of the villa, where fine electric snakes still crackled.
After his mind adjusted to the numbing sensation from the surrounding electric current, he took out a small, close-up makeup mirror from his pocket and gently rubbed it with his fingers.
Suddenly, a pale blue, illusory gate without any physical presence took shape.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and charred, carbonized fragments around him spontaneously rose up and disappeared into the "door" he had opened, leading to the world in the mirror.
Some of these charred fragments had tiny specks of pale blue-purple light emanating from them, while others did not.
He didn't bother to distinguish which pieces were carbonized flesh and blood fragments from which were just ordinary carbonized fragments; he threw them all into the mirror world.
As he searched for any remaining fragments of flesh and blood, the howling wind around him seemed to change, and his spiritual intuition suddenly gave him a warning.
Without the slightest hesitation, the illusory book reflected in his eyes flipped through the pages rapidly.
Then his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away.
boom!
A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck the spot where he had just stood, carving a crater more than two meters in diameter into the collapsed, charred ruins.
On the other side, having just "flashed" away from a lightning strike and before she could even catch her breath, Cyrien's spirituality issued another warning.
At the same time, the surrounding wind became thick and oppressive, making him feel as if he were stuck in a quagmire and unable to move.
Then a powerful and terrifying mental force swept over him, giving Sirien the illusion that all his disguises were about to be exposed by this mental force.
Without the slightest hesitation, he used "Flash" again to escape from his original position.
After he left, a muffled sound of compressed air suddenly erupted around them.
Several thumb-width cracks instantly appeared in the ground, and roadside trees not far away were snapped in half.
In the dining room of a villa not far away, the figure of Xi Ruien appeared out of thin air, and the illusory books in his eyes flipped rapidly.
A series of dazzling starlight lights appeared around them, then quickly intertwined, outlining a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns.
In the dock area, having just been teleported back to his temporary inn, Cyril once again felt that powerful and terrifying mental scan.
He raised his hand, conjuring a gleaming crystal ball, then shattered it, letting it merge into the surrounding void.
After interfering with the divination and spiritual intuition, Sirion discovered that the terrifyingly powerful spirit had not lingered around him and seemed to have truly not noticed him.
Clang!
A gold coin popped up, and I simply claimed it.
After confirming that there was no immediate danger, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to meditate.
His meditation was not going well; the fierce wind and thunder outside the room were constant, occasionally mixed with the roars of beasts that could evoke his inner emotions.
Thunder and wind can be blocked out by shielding one's hearing, but the roar that stirs emotions seems to resonate directly between hearts, and cannot be blocked at all.
Cyril sighed helplessly; in this environment, he simply couldn't meditate properly to restore his spirituality.
"Is 'Aquaman' directly going up against 'King of the Black Sea'?"
"Wouldn't the dream filled with activated knowledge only finally end when the information torrent from the 'Hidden Sage' avatar appeared just now?"
"No wonder Oheez lost control so easily, and was so fragile after losing control."
"From this perspective, the lightning storm I summoned not only destroyed Ohez's out-of-control body but also saved the people in the villa area, and could even be considered a salvation for the upper city."
"Otherwise, if one or even two demigods corrupted by the Hidden Sages go mad in the city, even the Sea King, who wields the sealed artifact, might not be able to easily suppress them."
"Even if it can be suppressed, the battle between several demigods will destroy a large area."
As he muttered to himself, he saw a strange, dragon-like monster streak across the night sky illuminated by lightning.
Boom! Boom!
A sudden burst of dense lightning engulfed the dragon-like monster flying through the sky.
Standing by the window, Sirion clearly saw the strange-looking "dragon" vanish the instant it was struck by lightning.
It wasn't teleportation, it was an illusion!
The illusion created by the psychological invisibility at the Sequence 3 level, coupled with a little psychological suggestion, makes it difficult even for "Aquaman" to distinguish the target.
As for the true form of the "King of the Black Seat," Sirien scanned the area but found nothing, guessing that he had probably already escaped from the sea of collective subconsciousness.
Clang!
He tossed a gold coin repeatedly, then caught it again.
"What exactly is he trying to do? Why go through all this trouble to deliver a magical item to me, just to infiltrate my dreams?"
"We're all members of the Twilight Hermits' Society, why don't we just communicate face-to-face..."
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"Unless he feels that I would never agree with or answer what he wants to do or ask, and at the same time he feels that I must have the answers he wants to know, then he would use such a roundabout way to find me."
"For the secrets of Bansi Island? Or out of curiosity about Adam's attitude towards me?"
The "audience" should have been very patient; they wouldn't have acted so hastily, without even testing the waters. And after realizing they'd targeted the wrong person, they didn't leave immediately but instead started fighting with them.
"Adam's plan? Doesn't seem like it. This script is so poorly written; it's more like something written by 0-08."
"However, the entanglement of the two demigods in the dream, and the subsequent appearance of the 'Hidden Sage,' were most likely due to His intervention."
"If the irrationality of the 'King of the Black Seat's' behavior is unrelated to Him, then the prime suspect is... Hermes?"
The image of an ordinary-looking old man in a gray-white robe flashed through his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable his guess seemed.
"Eliminating all the unreasonable possibilities, this is the most reasonable guess."
"If this was a test secretly orchestrated by Hermes, He shouldn't have been so bold..."
"What He would likely do is simply ensure that certain information happens to reach the Black Sea King of the high seas, thus arousing his curiosity."
"The music box that followed wasn't malicious. Its real purpose was probably just to help me enter a dream and locate my dream. If there was any real danger, my spiritual intuition would definitely give me a warning the moment I got it."
"So... the real situation is that Adam didn't want them to have too much contact with me and to explore the secrets within me."
"The severely wounded King of Black Throne" and the dead Oheez are His response and warning.
After murmuring to himself, he drew the curtains, sat back down in his chair, and closed his eyes to meditate.
Without the echoing screams reverberating in his mind, his meditation went smoothly this time.
About ten minutes later, Cyril, whose spirituality had almost fully recovered, opened his eyes again, tidied up the things in the room a little, and then teleported away.
In the main hall of the Wave Church, decorated with giant stone pillars and wave reliefs, a howling gust of wind suddenly rushed in from outside the door.
As the swirling air currents gradually subsided, Yann Courtman, his loose storm priest robes bulging from his muscular physique, stood before the storm emblem formed by the raging winds, waves, and lightning.
His deep blue eyes flashed with silvery-white lightning from time to time, and his aura was low and oppressive, like a volcano about to erupt or a storm gathering momentum.
In front of him, an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a dark blue bishop's robe, finished his prayer and stood up from his seat.
"Yarn, you need a baptism."
Arne Courtman nodded slightly and casually found a seat.
As if the gentlest sea breeze under the sun were caressing him, Yann Courtman felt the chaotic and twisted thoughts that were growing in his heart, thoughts that made him want to tear everything around him apart and destroy himself, rapidly disintegrating.
A few breaths later, he opened his eyes. The flashes of electricity that had been flickering in his eyes had disappeared, and the oppressive atmosphere around him was no longer suffocating.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before saying, "That was an audience member who was close to losing control. His sequence should be similar to mine, and he had a distinct aura of an evil god."
"The previous lightning storm came from a recorder," or possibly a traveler, who was the first person I encountered. During the chase, I was interrupted by that nearly out-of-control "spectator."
"The same aura of the evil god lingers where he summoned the 'Lightning Storm' to strike."
"There should be the third Beyonder he killed there. When I arrived, he was collecting corpses that hadn't yet extracted Beyonder traits."
"My intuition tells me that the one who died was also a demigod."
As he spoke, the white-haired bishop's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
"Two demigods, a recorder or traveler who documented the extraordinary abilities of demigods," and also involving an evil god...
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He paused, then said thoughtfully, "In recent years, the 'record keepers' or 'travelers' who are still active all come from the Aurora Society."
"As for the 'audience' of Sequence 3, there is one active at sea."
After a moment's recollection, Arne Coltman remembered this pirate king: "The King of Black Throne," Baros Hopkins?
The elderly man with graying hair nodded slightly: "It makes perfect sense for him to be here. During the time you left Bayam, our informants spotted the second mate on the 'Black Throne' in the city."
A tense atmosphere once again enveloped Yann Courtman: "I will show them who the true rulers of the extraordinary world of Rothschild Islands are."
The elderly man with gray hair nodded in agreement, then comforted him, "You need to rest now. Although the pollution and evil spirit aura that tainted your body have been purified, the wounds to your spirit and soul are not so easy to heal."