Chapter 167 Prelude to Thunderstorm

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In the early morning, Wave Church.

Alger Wilson, who came to collect the bounty, heard a very important message from the bishop of the diocese, Joe Gory:

Laticia Dorila of the "Mos Ascetic Order" used her identity as an archaeologist as a cover to enter the depths of the jungle on Simim Island.

She didn't know what she had done, causing the "Poseidon" Kavitua, who had been severely injured and had been hiding for many years, to collapse, and frantically searched for opportunities to continue his existence.

It is rumored that this evil spirit who calls himself "Poseidon" was discovered in the Rhoside Islands a long time ago. He was defeated by two cardinals and strong men from the military with the help of corresponding sealed items. He could only barely escape and hide... like this The situation has maintained for more than a hundred years without fundamental changes. Why is it suddenly about to collapse and unable to maintain its existence? Alger frowned slightly, thinking about something different from the past that had happened recently.

"A situation deliberately created by the 'Morse Trappist Order'?"

"But why didn't they do this for more than a hundred years ago?"

"In order to cooperate with my other plans?"

Between speculations and doubts, Alger suddenly noticed an important factor.

The biggest and most essential difference between recent times and the past 100 years or so is:

"The World" has come to Bayam!

Mr. Fool’s beloved ones have arrived at the Rhoside Islands!

Wherever he appears, does it mean that somewhere big things will happen or be brewing? There was the Backlund Great Smog in the past, the changes in Bansi Port in the middle, and now the death struggle of "Poseidon" Kavituwa and the unknown plot of the "Moss Ascetic Order"... No, a more accurate description should be Yes, wherever big things are brewing or about to happen, Mr. Fool’s favored ones will come there! They accepted Mr. Fool's arrangements and pursued the activities of those secret organizations and evil angels! After changing his thinking, Alger suddenly became enlightened and felt that he had grasped the truth.

It’s not that wherever the “world” goes, something will happen, but wherever something goes wrong, the “world” and the favored ones will appear there!

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Klein suddenly felt his nose felt a little itchy, but Danitz was right next to him, and sneezing would ruin his image as a "cold adventurer", so he forcefully suppressed the sneeze.

He was a little restless this morning and got up earlier than usual because he had a very bad dream last night.

In the dream, there were dark clouds in the sky, and the sky was extremely dark.

The heavy rain blocked the view, almost becoming a virtual curtain.

In Bayam Port, the blue water rises rapidly and contrary to common sense.

The rain is constant, and the sea level is gradually level with the embankments. Water accumulates in many places in the city, and the environment is extremely depressing, forming creeks beside the roads.

One by one, fanatical and numb locals, wearing taraba shirts and tattered jackets, came to the edge of the cliff or the embankment and jumped into the sea one after another. This was like a grand sacrifice. Their flesh, flesh and skin quickly lost moisture, and when they fell into the sea, they had turned into weathered mummies.

There was chaos on the streets, people were crying and killing each other, everything was going crazy.

Wow!

Huge waves came and the sea water reached the ground. Cargo ships and merchant ships were swept into the city by the sea water.

——For a fortune teller, the symbolism of this picture is already too obvious.

Klein and Daniz stood by the window together and looked at the deep black sky in the distance, with what they saw in their dreams echoing in their minds.

At this moment, a thunder exploded in the cloudy sky, the heavy rain clouds were torn apart by the wind, the morning light fell, and Bayam seemed to be enveloped in holy light.

Seeing this, Daniz breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"I was really worried just now that the crazy 'Poseidon' would be harmful to Bayam."

"But here's Yann Courtman. The captain said that not even the King of the Five Seas or the Mysterious Queen could defeat him at sea. Because, because—"

"He is a Sequence 3 demigod, and the name of the potion is...'Sea King'!"

When he heard this name, Klein almost immediately thought of the honorable name of "Lord of Storms" - King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of Natural Disasters, God of Storms! The "Sailor" path has begun to have similar authority as the "Emperor of the Sea" since Sequence 3. Coupled with the geographical environment of the ocean, aquatic animals and weather, the corresponding authority and status of the "Sea King" sequence at sea has become obvious.

As an important fulcrum of the Loen Kingdom's colonial rule, Bayam must have more than one high-sequence strongman to achieve balance. In addition to Yan Coatman, the "Sea King" of the Church of Storms, there should also be a strong man who has a clearer position and belongs to the royal family or the Loen military. They are enough to ensure that Bayam will not become a lost underwater relic, but it is unknown to what extent the disaster will be controlled.

One is "Sea King" who is in good condition and has many sealed objects, and the other is "Poseidon" who is at most Sequence 3 and is about to collapse. The outcome is clear at a glance.

Although there are still many bad possibilities, the final outcome should not change... Klein and Daniz both thought of this incident and felt slightly relaxed.

At this moment, Bayam suddenly experienced strong winds, and the clouds surged up like the sea, slowly filling the gap in the sky where the morning light spread. The entire Bayam suddenly lost its light again and returned to the haze.

Thunder and lightning were moving in the clouds, and silver-white lightning tore through the darkness. It just happened to be a huge winding sea snake roaring to the sky!

When Daniz saw this scene, his face turned pale by the lightning. He subconsciously looked at the empty bottle of Ronzi wine he had finished last night, and began to think about the chances of the captain finding the suicide note if he put it here.

Whether or not to confess to the captain in a suicide note is a question.

Beside him, Gehrman Sparrow's expression became more solemn. He bounced a gold coin up, but failed to catch it when it fell.

He frowned. The mid-level Extraordinary's control of his body was quite precise, and there was no way he could not catch the coin he tossed.

There is only one reason for this situation, his divination failed!

What he just divined was "Yan Cotman can defeat Kavituwa"... It involves high-level power and variables. Perhaps the correct answer can only be obtained by going to Source Castle. Klein exhaled slowly and began to think about self-protection plans.

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Bernadette, who had used magic to change the appearance of the ship and herself, stood on the bow of the ship and looked in the direction of Bayam, the capital of the Rhoad Islands. She was horrified to see that the entire Bayam had been completely covered by lead-colored clouds. .

Looking at the sky in other directions, it is still blue sky with white clouds and bright morning light.

"The rain clouds have a tendency to expand..."

"An out-of-control and crazy sailor who passed through the Saint can actually have such terrifying power on the sea..."

With the ability shown by "Poseidon" Kavituva and the ocean environment, if you have never seen the "Eternal Scorching Sun", "True Creator" and other real gods, worshiping him, believing in him, and praying to him are not too much. Difficult things to understand...

Many gods in primitive worship may be of this level, and most likely they are not even angels.

Her eyes turned purple and she looked at Bayam's occult scene from a distance. She saw two momentums in the clouds conflicting. One side was violent and crazy, while the other side looked much more restrained. The scrupulous "Sea King" and the out-of-control Kavituva temporarily tied!

It does look like there are more bad developments to come from this disaster.

Just when Bernadette wanted to take a closer look, a certain gaze passed over her, causing her to stand up on the spot in shock.

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The Declined King found a good seat on the lighthouse of Bayam. He sat on the railing facing outward, overlooking the entire Bayam.

Just last night, the passenger ship docked. It will return with passengers at three o'clock this afternoon.

He pulled out the thread belonging to "Bernadette Gustave" from the air, twisted it with his fingers, and then accurately found Bernadette's ship docked at the port of a small island near Bayam.

On the big ship dozens of kilometers away, Bernadette was pacing in confusion.

"The branch I wanted appeared..."

He grabbed another thread and said to himself: "Are these the 'Death Horn' and the 'Immortal King'?"

"The one who came after Bernadette - this must be the Immortal King, right?"

Although Bernadette has performed memory processing on the members sent out, so that they do not know the path of the sealed artifacts they carry, and they know nothing about themselves, their goals, and the purpose of the captain, but the "report" caused by the occult connection The "Death" is a very intelligent ship. Seeing the subordinates of the "Mysterious Queen" sailing on the sea with sealed objects of the same path is like an extraordinary animal seeing a trap - while there is fresh meat, there is also a trap below. Animal trap.

Will human spiritual intuition react to sealed objects?

The answer is yes, but the response is very weak.

Anyway, the information hasn't been obtained yet. It's a beautiful thing to use Bernadette, who is searching for information, to find Agaritu without having to pay for it. The capricious Waishen, who was keen on crossing rivers and burning bridges, thought for a moment, grabbed the thread, and pulled hard.

His spirituality immediately traveled along this thin line to the end, flashed quickly over Bayam, and ran all the way to the sea farther than Bernadette's stopping point, and then - bang, he saw something. A multi-masted sailboat in black and red colors, with a white bone sculpture fixed on the bow, and sailors walking back and forth on it, seemingly making tactical preparations. The hull of the ship is either black or red, the red is like fresh blood, and the black is like blood that has been carved into the wood grain for hundreds of years, but there is no original color of the wood.

Although it is eerie and terrifying, with terrifying malice exuding everywhere, it no longer looks like the legendary "hanging with bones" appearance.

"Yo," He said, "Say hell."

His temporary form still remains at Bayam's lighthouse, waiting for heavy rains and tsunamis. His invisible will has floated to the deck following mystical connections. Of course, he heard the ship's steam-powered core vibrating at a higher frequency than before, as if it was the frantic heartbeat of a nervous person.

However, this sealed object is smarter than he thought. The devil's ability to adapt to the situation and supremacy of strength are also virtues from ancient times.

After confirming that he could not resist, "Qiu Sui" immediately expressed his willingness to surrender.

It is very convenient to talk to smart things. The "Sad" pointed out the location of Agaritu. It was not in the captain's cabin, but in a hidden position in the cabin below. Next door was the first mate and second mate's cabin. .

The sailors walking around were praying for the "Great Death Ship". The first mate who happened to meet him was also chanting the orders of the "Death Ship". The location of the residential area also seemed to hint at the "Immortal King". The true form is actually a ship rather than a person.

Perhaps it is precisely because Agaritu will change when he dies that he became the "King of the Immortal".

So soon, Agaritu, who was adjusting to a possible battle in his cabin, felt something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room. He stood up suspiciously, reached out to touch the weapons on the table, and then his shoulder disconnected, The arm was missing.

"Not strong enough."

His two arms were floating in the air, held by a faint shadow. The shadow held his arms and said in the tone of a merchant looking at the meat on the chopping board:

"A 'Desire Apostle'..."

"As expected, he is only as good as a pirate general."

"Just right, don't stand out too much, then just be a 'devil'."

Blood spurted out from the broken part of his shoulder, and he had temporarily lost the ability to think due to the excessive impact, forgetting to run away, forget to shout, and even forget to be afraid. He stared blankly as the shadow came to him, his arms floating in the air, still connected to his body half a minute ago. The shadow stretched out its hands or tentacles and wrapped them around his body, and then he lost consciousness.

His soul was pulled out, and his body was kneaded into a ball of mud, including his arms.

During the process, all the bones had to be picked out and placed aside to prevent them from being crushed. After squeezing for a while, the outside god felt that something was wrong with his hand, so he suddenly realized: he had not picked out the clothes just now.

But it's okay, it's not a big problem. In the past, when making a container for myself, I also tried to perfectly replicate the appearance of "Edward Vaughn", which took a lot of time to make people. But the joy of pinching people always lies in the process rather than the result, and sometimes the result is inevitably not as God intended. In the end, the Declined King chose a simpler method: treat the soul as a mold and stuff a ball of living flesh directly into it. As long as the soul is still there, the flesh will always look like this.

The Declined King is quite confident in his manual abilities. The source of his confidence is the superb fine-tuning skills he has honed through repeatedly reshaping out-of-control vessels for more than a thousand years.

Most of the time, the container will directly lose control and become indescribable, but occasionally it will appear as a human being with some inhuman characteristics. At this time, these superfluous parts must be carefully removed, such as gouging out the corners or eyes, and removing the wings and The growing wing bones are cut away, and sometimes part of the limbs have to be broken off and replaced with new ones to ensure that they can be reused.

He kneaded the meat ball like clay, and the meat ball also continued to leak red blood like clothes with too much water. During the process, he pulled out the clothes inside and threw them away, and also prayed for a copy of Sequence 4 characteristics to himself who was still in prison.

Add "devil" characteristics to the meat ball, add soul, add consciousness, and a brand new Agaritu is completed.

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His eyes turned black, the extraordinary characteristics were integrated, and the devil who shared part of his identity skipped the necessary rituals.

He sat up from the red bed and found that his vision was a little too high - the rapid regeneration of flesh causing some errors. So he had to take off the eye on his forehead, cut a hole where the left eye should be, and stuff the red eyeball in.

The eyeballs grew quickly, but the optic nerve was not completely connected. Blood flowed from the forehead into the eyes, and the vision turned black. After the spiritual fusion was completed, he noticed that his hands also looked strange, with an extra finger on his right hand. So he gnawed, biting off the two short knuckles from the root, click, click, grinding the bones and meat into pieces and chewing them repeatedly in his mouth. After swallowing, the cracks on his hands had already healed.

He took a moment to open his stomach and adjust the misplaced internal organs, which made him complain that he was now acting more like a mystic than a demon. But this was the fastest and most efficient way to adjust. When everything was over, he dug out a set of clothes he usually wore from the closet in the cabin, then squatted down and tapped the floor with his hand.

"So."

Agaritu said: "Now, the 'Immortal King' is a real devil."

The candlestick in the room was lit with a bang, and the mirror mounted on the side wall reflected a person's upper body.

Dark complexion, not so deep eyebrows, black hair. Against the backdrop of his facial features, Agaritu looks more like a sunburned Northern Continent hybrid than a maritime or Southern Continent native.

He took the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror for a moment, then put on his coat and boat hat, grabbed the thin sword on the table, hung it on his waist, and walked out.

Step by step, he walked out of the lower cabin and climbed onto the deck. Due to his previous identity and position, the boatswains around him only saluted him and called him captain, without showing much awe.

A figure walked past, ignoring the captain, and Agaritu reached out to grab his shoulder.

The second officer, Gilcias, was stopped from moving and looked at the other party quite dissatisfied. His tone and actions showed little respect, and he could only compare himself with the most basic courtesy of the Extraordinary of the same path and in the same sequence:

"What's up?"

For some reason, when he looked at the other person's red eyes, he suddenly felt an unknown fear.

"Weigh anchor now and proceed with all speed to Bayam."

Under the gaze of these eyes, Gilcias resisted the urge to ask questions - but failed to resist, and said in an even more unkind tone:

"Why? This is not the order given to us by the "Sui Sui"."

Hearing this, Agaritu took a deep look at the second mate from bottom to top. Gilcias moved uncomfortably, feeling like he had become a fish on the chopping board, being cut open inch by inch and looked at cleanly. .

The devil grinned with a malicious and mocking smile.

"It is now."

He said slowly: "From now on, my will is the will of the Sui Sui Hao."

TBC

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In the new month, there is an urge to speak loudly, that is, six to seven thousand words will be updated every day.

When I think about it carefully, my production capacity is just like this, forget it, forget it, don’t give everyone unrealistic expectations (.)