NABC Chapter 339 "Leodorus!"
Chapter 339 "Leodorus!"
Chapter 339 "Leodorus!"
As the giant feathered serpent appeared, the entire world became dark, gloomy, and lifeless.
The coiled feathered serpent wriggled its enormous body, transforming into a dark, deep shadow, like a phantom river, that swept down toward the terrifying giant burning with flames ahead.
The fire giant's body suddenly disintegrated, transforming into several streams of firelight surrounded by hurricanes, which rushed towards Tobias from all directions, crossing the long river of shadow.
Tobias calmly reached out and dragged a flaming spear out of the air, its size disproportionate to his physique. The swirling flames grew faster and faster, crashing into Tobias the instant the flaming spear took shape in his hand.
boom!
Amidst a sound that seemed to tear the void apart, a massive, mushroom-shaped cloud of fire rose again.
At the same time, Tobias's figure emerged on the other side, and from the shadows flowing like a long river beneath him, a feathered serpent larger than a mountain stretched out its upper body.
The raging wind, mixed with the howls of countless undead, rose again, and the feathered serpent with its crimson maw spewed out a breath of pale flames.
Above the gloomy sky, a giant gray-white dragon quietly emerged, also spewing invisible, transparent breath toward the rising flame clouds.
The flames, not yet fully ignited, quickly dissipated, leaving only a few flames that attempted to intertwine and recombine, but always missed each other.
Soon, the pale flames spewed by the feathered serpent were dyed crimson, and the terrifying giant engulfed in flames reappeared.
As soon as he appeared, he stood there stunned, as if struck by lightning.
The repeated psychological suggestions led to a wrong judgment, and he directly experienced an angelic-level mental breath and mental deprivation.
While the mind and spirit suffer blows, falling into stagnation and pain, the spiritual plague planted in advance erupts.
Its mind and spirit have become tainted by all sorts of seemingly heartfelt thoughts, and it has lost its will to fight, wanting only to tear apart everything around it and even destroy itself.
Taking advantage of the fire giant's mental confusion, distorted thinking, and loss of self-control, the giant feathered serpent slithered its body and lowered its head, which was as big as a small mountain.
"Come, accept me, join me, be me!"
The name "Emperor of the Underworld," Salinger, echoed softly from the feathered serpent's mouth.
Its body disintegrated inch by inch, transforming into a crown made of black bones that landed on the head of the fire giant.
The fire giant's face suddenly contorted, and his body began to twitch abnormally, as if a new will, not of his own, was awakening.
Tobias, who witnessed this scene, curled the corner of his mouth, took a step back, and his figure disappeared quietly.
A howling hurricane suddenly swept up the sea, which was covered by a thick fog, dispelling all the fog and revealing the sea surface.
That battlefield.
Tobias was lifted by the wind and suspended in mid-air. In front of him, a terrifying giant with raging flames had its eyes closed and its face twisted in a ferocious grimace, as if it were putting up a difficult struggle.
"Gu Long's insight is truly terrifying; he can see through even the slightest flaw in a person's mind."
"The second personality woven for Him through a virtual personality may not last long, but it's enough."
He paused, then looked up at the cloudless sky, his lips parting slightly as he uttered, "Leodorus!"
Boom!
A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning fell from nowhere, piercing through Tobias's body and disappearing into the sea below, creating a white spray.
After the lightning subsided, Tobias's figure standing in mid-air became illusory and unreal.
He used the shared abilities of Cyril to hide in other dimensions, thus evading attacks in reality.
goo~
Cyril seemed to hear someone swallowing beside him, and he couldn't help but purse his lips as well.
In the distance, the sky, which had been cloudless just moments before, was instantly shrouded in thick, dark clouds, filling the entire sea with an atmosphere of oppression, gloom, destruction, and violence.
A bolt of lightning, not particularly thick, but filled with a sense of destructive brutality, struck.
Immediately afterwards, as if a signal flare had been pulled, countless bolts of lightning poured down from the clouds, carrying an intense, almost tangible, violent and destructive aura that enveloped the entire sea area in front of them in a thunderous forest.
The light from the lightning ahead was so blinding that Sirion had to squint.
...This did not seem to be a pure lightning storm; it was mixed with other unseen elements.
Can Tobias really escape the divine punishment from the "Lord of Storms" by hiding in other dimensions?
Suddenly losing confidence in his original plan, Cyril braced himself on the ship's railing and closed his eyes.
His spirit detached from his body and began to climb to higher dimensions.
Azik, who was standing at the bow of the ship, suddenly turned his head to look over, stared at it for a moment, and then looked away.
Above the dimension, Cyril, who had team connections, quickly locked onto Tobias.
In his vision, Tobias was separated from reality by an invisible wall, neither thick nor thin, but now, that wall had been pierced by the silvery white filled with violence and destruction.
"As expected, unless we hide in a deeper dimension, there's no way to completely evade Leodorus's attack."
As he muttered to himself, he reached out and pulled out a piece of lightless "black curtain" from the void in front of him, and threw it at Tobias through the team's connection.
In a dimension detached from reality, surrounded by silvery-white lightning, Tobias, whose body was tingling and slowly disintegrating, suddenly vanished, along with the space around him.
It was as if an unseen hand from a higher dimension had torn that space apart from its original position.
Dizzy from the electric shock, Tobias, who had lost most of his senses, only felt that the surroundings had suddenly become much darker.
Once the numbing effect of the electric shock wore off, the dense, tearing, stinging pain all over his body jolted him awake.
Then I noticed that the surroundings were shrouded in an invisible black curtain, and outside this darkness, there were phantoms that looked like leaping lightning.
"here it is?"
As he murmured, he suddenly looked up, following the feeling of being watched, and looked up at the top of his head.
He saw nothing but the dense, impenetrable darkness, but the gaze fixed on him was exceptionally clear at that moment.
After a moment of silence, he clasped his hands together, rested them on his chin, and chanted in ancient Hermetic: "From the unknowable sublimity, you are the gateway to dimensions, you are the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"Thank you for your attention and timely help. I am willing to pay any price for it."
As the words of prayer faded, a blurry, indistinct image suddenly flashed before his eyes.
It was a great being, standing atop the stars, seemingly beyond the world itself, casting his gaze upon me across countless spaces and distances.
He saw that the being seemed to nod slightly at him, and then everything before him vanished.
The next moment, the darkness that had enveloped the surroundings also disappeared.
In reality, the White Agate was dragged by countless pale, transparent, decaying arms extending from the sea surface, pulling it away from the turbulent waves.
The thick, dark clouds that continuously pelted lightning on the distant horizon appeared abruptly and then vanished just as abruptly.
Where the lightning had previously tilted, a huge hole appeared in the sea, and seawater was pouring in.
Further afield, more than half of Bansi Island, which was already in ruins, was shattered and evaporated, leaving only a crescent-shaped bay.
In mid-air, Tobias's figure solidified again, and then disappeared like a faded oil painting.
The next instant, a powerful and violent will swept across silently, and the surging seawater and howling winds froze under its influence.
This will only lasted for a brief moment, but it had a lasting impact on the surrounding sea and wind.
After a brief pause, they became exceptionally active, like children in kindergarten cheering in unison after being praised by their teacher.
After withdrawing his gaze from the light, Sirion flicked the gold coin he was spinning in his hand into the air with a clang.
After repeating the divination twice, he put away the gold coins and let out a soft sigh: "He was utterly destroyed by the 'Lord of the Storm'."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tobias's figure appeared on the board next to him.
He raised his hand and removed the strange crown he was wearing, which was covered in rust and bloodstains. Several lines of warm, bright red blood slid down his head.
"Hiss~"
"Using extraordinary traits directly to increase power is still too much of a stretch."
"Even with the sacrifices made beforehand and the help of the War Source, and even though the battle didn't last long, I still felt like I was being assimilated by it."
"This feels even more exciting than swallowing a magic potion whole."
Cyril turned his head, asking with some curiosity, "You've even swallowed potions whole?"
Tobias paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "Of course not, it's just a rather exaggerated way of describing it."
"It's not really an exaggeration. With use, this 'Conqueror' characteristic is truly integrating into my body little by little."
"Given enough time, I could truly become a Sequence 1 'Conqueror,' but of course, I would also lose myself in the process."
He paused briefly, then changed the subject, gazing at the sea ahead, and sighed, "What a pity. I originally wanted to reclaim that 'Weather Mage' trait, but the 'Lord of Storms' gaze forced me to abandon that idea."
"Although its properties have been corrupted, it's still good for making magical items. This is a level 0 sealed artifact that even the Church of the True God has very few of."
Klein frowned; it was like finally winning but being told he couldn't take the spoils.
...It's truly a pity. An extraordinary trait at the angel level—how many gold pounds would that be worth? To be precise, it's beyond what money can measure.
Although my role in this battle was barely even that of a bystander, I was still a participant, so I should get some reward for my participation.
A gift with angelic-level attributes—it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to receive £1000 from it, would it?
Unfortunately, it's gone now.
Composing himself, he looked at Tobias, who was wiping the blood from his face, and asked, "So, are we just going to leave that contaminated property alone? What if it combines with surrounding objects or creatures to form a dangerous magical artifact or monster?"
Tobias shrugged and said casually, "That's a headache for the Church of Storms. Who told their god to stop me from reclaiming traits?"
"We should probably leave soon. We expect that some saints or angels from the Church of Storms will arrive soon. We are not in a good position to clash with them right now."
His last sentence was directed at Azik. It wasn't that he wasn't worried about Klein and Cyril, but rather that he felt the saints or angels of the Church of Storms wouldn't make things difficult for them. On the surface, only he and Azik were involved in this matter.
Although Cyril was wanted by the Church of Storms, he knew clearly that the other party was a chosen one of God, and the kind of chosen one who could make the great being who had just been watching him descend upon him at any time.
Furthermore, he knew that Cyrien himself had recorded a considerable number of teleportations, and could leave at any time if he wished.
Composing himself, he handed the strange crown, stained with blood, rust, and bloodstains, back to Sirion, then took out a clear blue pebble and gently crushed it.
A faint blue light spread out, and his figure vanished from the deck in an instant.
Azik manipulated the arms that extended from beneath the sea to lower the White Agate back onto the gradually calming surface of the water.
He then looked at Klein, his tone gentle yet tinged with an almost imperceptible chill, and said, "I've recalled quite a few memories from the past, but these memories are different from the ones I recalled before. They are neither warm nor beautiful; they are filled with coldness and death."
"I think I need some time to process them and recover from the negative impact of these memories."
Klein nodded: "Yes, I will continue to keep an eye out for any potentially useful clues. Starting with the former Byron Empire should be easier."
He paused, then added, "Perhaps, as Mr. Tobias said, you don't need to be in such a hurry to recover that part of your memory from the Byron Empire."
"Make sure you are well-prepared so that the impact of past memories on you is minimized before you try."
Although there has only ever been one Mr. Azik, he understands and is more willing to accept the current Mr. Azik, rather than the cold and cruel "Death Consul" of the Byron Empire as described by Tobias.
Azik smiled and nodded: "That's a good suggestion. I'll keep an eye on the implications."
After saying that, he waved goodbye and then his figure quickly disappeared from the spot.
"That concludes tonight's warm-up activities. Now everyone can go home and get some sleep."
With that, Sirion turned and walked toward the cabin.
He hadn't walked far when he suddenly stopped, feeling a frenzied, bloodthirsty hunger emanating from Klein behind him.
Klein, his face not looking too good, said, "It's a negative effect of 'wriggling hunger'."
"There aren't any pirates tainted with sin around here, so I'll just leave it to dry in the gray fog."
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