Chapter 194 The Sea of ​​Divine War

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Upon hearing Leonard Mitchell's invitation, Emlyn was not afraid. He held a silk top hat and entered the house calmly with a faint smile.

He didn't take off his coat, because the Potions Professor always carried many auxiliary items on his body, which would not look so beautiful without covering up.

Emlyn sat down in a straight tuxedo, leaning his back on the support behind him, and said leisurely:

"Actually, there's no need to go to such trouble. If yes, just quote the price. If no, just tell the truth."

"Of course, I'm pretty sure you do."

He chuckled lightly, and his bright red eyes reflected Leonard Mitchell's figure who didn't care about the neatness of his clothes.

This scene where I know what your secret is, but you don't know anything about me, makes Emlyn feel physically and mentally comfortable and feels extremely superior.

Leonard combed his black hair with his fingers, sat casually on the chair opposite, and said with a smile without any panic or confusion:

"At least I have to know who wants it."

"Maybe it's me, maybe it's my friend." Emlyn raised his chin slightly and smiled gracefully.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

Finally, he laughed:

"Well, since you are here with this badge, I will answer you honestly."

"I do have a magical item that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities, but there is only one."

"If you want to buy it, it's 7,000 pounds. No counter-offers will be accepted."

7,000 pounds? Are similar magical items so expensive? Although he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still shocked and almost couldn't maintain his vampire demeanor.

In his mind, he automatically converted the money into how many dolls and how many sets of doll clothes.

After two seconds of silence, Emlyn smiled and said, "I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days."

"Okay." Leonard Mitchell curled his lips.

After leaving the house at No. 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn acted as if nothing had happened. He hired a taxi to go to the steam subway station in the North District and returned all the way to the South District of the Bridge.

Taking off his hat, he looked back at the carriage passing through the pedestrian streets. Emlyn chuckled and walked into the Harvest Church.

Between a street tree and an iron-black gas lamp pole, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly floated, and Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes, appeared.

He appeared so quietly that he did not attract the attention of any passers-by.

"People from the Mother Earth Church?" Leonard frowned slightly and said as if talking to himself.

He paused for two seconds and left Rose Street where Harvest Church was located.

After a while.

"7,000 pounds? Why didn't he grab it?" Above the gray fog, Klein almost blurted out after hearing "Moon" Emlyn's report.

Based on the bounty offered by "Flower Tie" Jordan, the third officer of the "Golden Dream", Klein speculated that the price of similar magical items would be around 5,000 pounds, and even the premium would be at most 6,000 pounds. Who knows, Leonard M. Chelsea directly offered 7,000 pounds!

Seven thousand pounds for extraordinary items, and 500 pounds for "Moon" Emlyn!

Could it be an item left over from a higher sequence, and stealing other people's extraordinary abilities is just one of its effects? No, if that's the case, the price has to start at 10,000 pounds anyway... Classmate Poet, why didn't I know you were a profiteer before? You obviously behaved very freely and didn't care much about money... Klein couldn't help but sigh. A few words.

Now that he has clues, has seen the light, and can solve it with money, Klein does not want to seek other channels to avoid accidents.

He quickly calculated his net worth and found that it was an affordable price:

"Darkwill actually found me and asked me to escort him to other islands. Counting the commission fee of 300 pounds he paid in advance, his savings all the time, and deducting the 200 pounds remuneration paid to Miss Magician, I am now The total amount was 8,467 pounds in banknotes and 5 gold coins, not counting the change of 3 soles and 8 pence."

"I'm much richer than I thought. Even in Backlund, I can be called a rich man."

"In addition, Miss Justice will pay off the previous 2,000 pounds in arrears this week, and my funds can be completely recycled. It's a pity that I didn't find a replacement for herding this time, otherwise I could add the one Miss Justice needs. ‘Psychiatrist’ attributes.”

Klein took a breath, holding back the heartache of bleeding profusely.

He no longer hesitated and let the bills fly over from the top of the pile and land on the table.

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Weather: Thunderstorm turning cloudy.

Location: Not on the map.

Distance to nearest island: unknown.

Status: lost.

This was the third time Agaritu picked up the map to confirm the direction today. The compass had lost its effect after entering the ruins of the God War. He seemed to see a bunch of words like "Cannot navigate for you ahead" and "Level is not enough, the map ahead is not yet open" floating in the distant sky.

Perhaps due to the spiritual influence of the goddess of the night, the stars in this part of the sky are chaotic and cannot correspond to the astrology required for navigation.

The spiritual power is surprisingly active, and unstable spiritual gaps have appeared in many places. There are even some shallow overlaps between the illusion of the astral world and the real sky outside. He exploded twice last night because he wasn't careful enough when stargazing, but fortunately he wasn't too polluted.

The power of many gods circulates extremely unsteadily in these ruins, whispers that cannot be listened to, and countless extraordinary characteristics and visions caused by spiritual legacy.

Ceremonies will be affected here, and chanting the names of gods or even some honorable names may cause a reaction from the remaining power.

Therefore, blood sacrifice seems so unnecessary. It is difficult to sacrifice to a specific great existence, and it is difficult to stabilize the spiritual channel.

Of course. As a spirit of a great being, he had an inside line to contact Edward. However, the signals from the inside line also suffered a certain delay and packet loss due to the overmixed power of the gods. He once almost triggered the remaining power of the "Bound God" who was here for some reason, and was tied into a demon mummy on the spot. It took a lot of strength to transform back.

The connection with the real body made him immune to most of the nonsense, but he still had to deal with the pollution in his own place by himself.

The method of treatment is quite simple, just let the body die completely once.

The power of the "Bound God" appears here, proving that he was also involved in that battle? It's been so long ago that I can't remember clearly.

After reshaping his mind twice, he was a little unsure whether what he was seeing was real and whether it was heading to the east, so he chose to ask about the Sui Sui. The "Sad Death" confirmed that they were indeed still sailing all the way to the east, but their sailing speed became slower and slower after entering the Sea of ​​God's War. Coupled with various negative effects, they would continue to have hallucinations and make misjudgments.

"I just lost control for one night, and you guys didn't seem to move again."

"We were moving forward, we were moving forward, we sailed two meters!"

Agaritu looked at the grape eyes and grape vine mouth growing on the deck of the "Suicide" and couldn't help but ask, do you really think you are sober now? The grapevines in a circle said one by one: I think my spirit is quite normal, but I am just a ship. How about you ask others?

All right. Agaritu said. and the vines and grapes were burned, but soon grew again.

He went upstairs and onto the deck, and saw all kinds of crops growing up around the mast, the ship's side and the sail. The deck looked like a plantation, with several slaves who had been sucked clean hanging on the rattan. and crew, reminiscent of bugs on a spider's web.

There is no sun or moon in the sky, and there are only clouds except for the stars that seem to be thrown up randomly. The entire sky is like a dark oil painting, with thick brushstrokes and very freehand brushwork. The only highlights are the white light-transmitting areas in the clouds.

The captain was not surprised by this scene. He bypassed crew member No. 1, who didn't know who he had converted but had been praying gibberish and loudly, and stepped over crew members No. 2, 3, 4 and 5, who were lying on the ground with broken cans. Suddenly a figure appeared behind him and said loudly to him:

"captain!"

Agaritu turned his head and saw that his second pair of eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, surrounded by dark spiritual beings, and he looked a little abnormally excited.

"What's up?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Gilsea's face: "Where are we going next?"

"Continue to the east." Agaritu told the crewman who was not too smart, "The land abandoned by the gods."

"Captain, your chart must be wrong. The Eastern Continent and the Western Continent are just legends! How can a mysterious place that cannot be found by major churches really exist? I guess you are looking for the Lost Abyss, but you are lost. !" Gilsias looked delirious and doubled down on his nonsense, "You gave up searching for the 'Sunken Laurel' halfway and didn't pursue the legacy of the Balam Empire. Are you really afraid of the Spiritual Religion? Those people? The 'Messenger of Death' last time was just a demigod, not as good as the great 'The Death'! Captain, you are cowardly. You are no longer suitable to be the spokesperson of the 'The Death', so why don't you change it to me? bring it on!"

"The great 'Queen of Death'! I am your most loyal..."

boom!

Agaritu sent him flying with a straight punch, hitting Gilcias on the bridge of his nose as he kept talking. Gilsea's face was beaten into a funnel, and his body rolled all the way out and smashed into the cabin. A few seconds later, the "Suicide" repaired itself and patched up the broken planks, and the noisiest crew member on the ship finally fell silent for a while.

He turned around and started looking for other crew members with whom he could communicate. I saw that the crew member who was still praying frantically turned into a morning glory stand and took root on the deck in a kneeling position, with green vines growing all over his body and a huge morning glory on his head. .

Agaritu kicked him, and the morning glory turned around with trembling, revealing a face with its eyes rolled up and foaming at the mouth. There was a weird smile on his face, like a neurotic poisoning, and he slowly made a voice:

"Hello……"

"I wanted to see who you were praying to just now, and now I know." Agaritu stretched out his hand and plucked the morning glory. The crew's heads were also plucked off, and rolled from the stamens to the deck. After rolling on the ground a few times, new tiny green tentacles emerged from the seven orifices, quickly turning the crew's head into a new ecological flower mud.

"Is this the remnant spiritually active sea area of ​​the Earth Mother? I remember the area where there was a storm before I lost control."

"The remaining spirituality in the Sea of ​​Gods is in a mess. It may be that they accidentally triggered the spirituality of the earth..."

He moved a table, found a flat surface, and put the simple chart he had drawn for several days on it. He listened carefully, and then there was a muffled sound in his head, and blood flowed from his ears and eyes. come out.

A huge heartbeat suddenly rushed into his mind, literally!

Boom! Boom!

The same frequency of heartbeats also sounded on the ship, coming from the crew members who were sleeping to escape reality. Their original heartbeats of different speeds gradually moved closer to that huge heartbeat, and finally merged completely into it!

Boom! Boom!

"Four hundred meters to the left are the body parts of a mythical creature."

"What is it talking about...?"

Agaritu released his spirituality and listened carefully for a while. Then, bean vines grew from his eye sockets, and bloody ears of wheat grew from his ears. His whole person instantly transformed into a fertile sculpture. The sculpture raised an arm full of flowers and fruits and grabbed the wheat ear, but after thinking about it, he still did not reach out to pull it out, because this pull would probably pull out his brain in strips.

The pores and blood vessels are filled with vines, and the roots penetrate into the flesh. In the center of the open flower is a mouth full of sharp teeth, and in the middle of the mouth is an eyeball that looks everywhere.

This brought great pain, but Agaritu temporarily separated the pain and continued to listen attentively to the whisper that accompanied the heartbeat.

"Praise the great O... Mi... Harvest... Bella?"

A god symbolizing harvest? The ruins of the War of Gods along the coast of the Eastern Continent are the result of the battle in which the Creator got rid of his original consciousness. The god who symbolized the harvest during the Creator's period...Omi Bella? I have no impression. What is the name of the current Earth Mother Goddess?

He drew a circle and marked it on the chart, and saw that the circles and squares were filled with various symbols.

"So, when you come here, no one can sleep, and no one who is awake can listen..."

As soon as he finished writing this sentence, Agaritu heard some movement behind him, and saw that the sleeping crew member No. 2345 on the deck gradually collapsed into brown-green mud, and then merged together to become a huge monster. The monster's head, shoulders and abdomen were still surging, and the painful faces of three of them emerged, and their mouths were still trembling!

"praise……"

"Praise you..."

"great……"

"of……"

Before these faces could finish a complete compliment, a huge blue flame rose up from the "Sad Death", wrapping the entire flagship in it and carefully burning everything on it. . The flower mud monster was burned to dry up all the water and turned into a stiff solid, turning into a strange and terrifying statue, slowly precipitating a low-sequence characteristic. The plants and crops on Agaritu's body were burned into bloody ashes, falling down one after another, taking the pain away with them.

The flames cut off the murmurs that could not be listened to, and also took away the activity of the plants, burning the corpses and the plants wrapped around the ship to ashes.

The "Sad Death" was finally free, and according to spiritual guidance, it continued sailing to the possibly safer waters in the east.

After being away from the terrifying heartbeat and overly fertile water, there was finally a certain degree of quietness on the ship. There are dozens of accompanying crew members. These fragile low-sequence strongmen and ordinary people are canaries used to detect danger. This trip took no one with him except the crew on the flagship. Even the first mate stayed on the base island to look after his family.

Away from the fertile spirituality, the flames gradually extinguished, and the flowing mist and seemingly calm sea in the sea of ​​​​God's War were revealed in Agaritu's eyes. He studied the fog for a while and felt that it seemed to be the product of the "Hunter" path.

"Gods fight in the sea. It's not the demigods who are dangerous, it's the demigods who are more dangerous."

That gray fog is most likely the "fog of war" at the "weather warlock" level, which blocks exploration and divination. But now it is drifting aimlessly on the sea in the form of residual spirituality. Once it enters, it may be captured and become part of the fog.

Fog, nameless ships, classic components of maritime horror legends.

Agaritu turned the ship's bow and passed by the flowing mist.

Floating, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and saw another ship appearing far ahead.

A large sailing ship carrying about a hundred people, no flag, no identification mark on the bow, and the crew were dressed like adventurers rather than sailors. But there were people coming and going on the boat, and it looked lively.

The demigod's eyesight was obviously better and he was sure the people on that ship hadn't seen him yet.

A muzzle on the side of the "Suicide" was raised, the shell automatically rolled into the barrel, the fuse was ignited, and the gunfire was fired after a loud noise.

Agaritu stared at the ship that suddenly appeared. More than ten seconds later, the ship was hit by a cannonball and shook violently, bursting into flames.

"Not an illusion."

"There is no high sequence, nor is it an organization, treasure hunter?"

Although the shell just fired was an ordinary cannonball without any spirituality, the people on the ship were still caught off guard by the sudden attack. Running around repairing the damaged shell of the deck, and someone immediately setting up binoculars to see where the attack came from.

"Oh my God!"

On the treasure hunter's boat, the blond hunter, who had been staring for a long time, suddenly threw away his binoculars and shouted: "It's the Death Ship!"

“Everyone can get yourself some discount coupons for coffins!”

TBC

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An ordinary handsome hunter.