novellaaa Chapter 338 Timing
Chapter 338 Timing
Chapter 338 Timing
Ince Zangwell's body continued to rot, cracking open and oozing pale yellow pus and dark red blood that resembled cooled lava.
The dripping blood and thick liquid in mid-air burst into black flames and various weather phenomena on the ground.
An aura of destruction and natural disaster spread instantly, making the reds redder, the blacks blacker, and the yellows yellower.
In the colors of an oil painting, resembling a child's scribbles, a blurry silhouette of a city, completely different from the styles of the North and South continents, appears.
Countless shadowy heads, resembling floating heads connected to a spine, all stared at Azik, their eyes flashing with an eerie red light, filled with a sense of malevolence and madness.
Azik paused slightly, sensing an extremely strong sense of crisis from these phantoms.
The next second, all the phantoms disappeared, and Ince Zangwell's figure also vanished, as if it had all been an illusion.
Azik frowned, took a step forward, and his figure quickly faded away.
After all the figures disappeared, countless flames approached from the fog-shrouded sea.
On the White Agate, just as he had pushed the ship a short distance away, Sirion suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the bow, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
Klein also felt the feedback from the spirituality, and his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into pale yellow flames that flew towards the deck.
Aierlan looked at the two who had suddenly left with a somewhat bewildered expression. The next second, his expression changed drastically, and he turned and strode toward the bow of the ship.
He sensed the changes in his "jurisdiction," and felt the indescribable evil, chaos, and madness.
Faced with this sudden surge of power, the White Agate was like a piece of paper placed next to a stove; if not careful, it could be burned to ashes in an instant.
On the deck at the bow of the ship, Cyril's figure was quickly outlined in the air.
The next second, the surrounding colors suddenly became intense and layered, as if a bucket of paint had been overturned, and the nearby spirit world overlapped with reality to a certain extent.
Several figures then landed one after another.
After seeing the figures clearly, Sirion was slightly taken aback. In addition to Azik and Ince Zangwill, as expected, he also saw a semi-transparent woman whose body was as tall as the castle.
She wore an elaborate, gorgeous, and somber black dress. She had no head, but there was a clean cut at her neck. Her drooping hands held four identical heads with blond hair and red eyes.
One of the blond, red-eyed heads she was holding was biting Ince Zangwell's collar.
Holy crap... how did Miss Messenger end up with Ince Zangwell?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the messenger behind Klein throw Ince Zangwell out.
He then made a disgusted gesture by spitting.
As she turned to leave, she suddenly paused, and all four heads and eight eyes turned to look at Sirion's side.
Fireflies flew out of the cabin, and in the newly gathered flames, Klein's figure became visible.
The four heads that the messenger was carrying suddenly showed expressions of surprise, confusion, curiosity, and contemplation, respectively, before disappearing into the spirit world.
Only after the towering, transparent woman, as tall as a castle, disappeared did Klein recover from his shock: "That was... a spirit creature?"
Cyril nodded: "Clearly, a kind-hearted being from the 0-08 universe who happened to pass by and kindly offered help."
"However, the other side clearly disliked Ince Zangwell, breaking free from the 0-08 effect so quickly and throwing him out."
Upon hearing Sirion's words, Klein then noticed that the somewhat familiar figure in front of Mr. Azik was Ince Zangwell.
He was in a rather disheveled state at the moment; his double-breasted long dress was already tattered, and the few intact parts were covered with scribbles and corrections.
His body seemed to have been dead for a long time; his skin was black, cracked, and his flesh inside was rotting and oozing pus. In some places, he was so emaciated that only skin and bones remained.
If it weren't for a spiritual prompting, Klein would never have believed that the person in front of him was Ince Zangwell.
Azik's eyes burned with a pale fire, and his slightly parted lips emitted a sound that was cold and deathly, barely audible under normal circumstances.
The words of the dead!
Ince Zangwell seemed to be crossing the river of death inch by inch, his body and soul withering away.
The evil spirit residing in his body was being slowly pulled out by an unseen hand.
Seeing this, Sirion hesitated for a moment, unsure how to intervene.
Klein, standing to the side, was quite direct. The "Wriggling Hunger" bracelet on his hand revealed fine, dark gold scales, and his eyes turned into pale gold vertical pupils.
"Frenzy!"
The evil spirit being pulled and Ince Zangwell's movements both stopped at the same time.
Klein continued moving, his gloves turning silver and black, and glints of silver lightning flashing in his eyes.
"Mental piercing!"
In their extremely weakened state, their emotions were triggered, and after suffering psychological damage, they each showed signs of losing control.
Large swathes of pus and blood dripped from the evil spirit, blooming into black flames on the ground and in mid-air.
Ince Zangwell grew coarse, stiff wolf hairs, white feathers, and dark green scales.
The evil spirit, which was almost dragged out of Ince Zangwell's body, sneered: "Hey, you two cowards, will you choose to become evil spirits controlled by others, or be completely destroyed, or will you choose to ask my Lord for help?"
His two lips spoke at the same time: "Give up, we won't give you a chance to pray."
"What difference is there between being enslaved by the 'Death Archon' and falling into the hands of the 'True Creator'?"
Medici smacked his lips, seemingly oblivious to the impending crisis, and exclaimed, "It's quite surprising that two cowards have actually mustered up the courage."
"What a pity..."
After uttering a vague sigh, the evil spirit suddenly unleashed an aura that was both supreme and tyrannical yet gentle, filled with a sense of destruction and annihilation.
Everyone on the deck froze, and Cyril saw again the phantom of Shanghai from the last century that he had seen before.
Klein's vision suddenly turned crimson, but he was surrounded by a thick, grayish-white mist that made it impossible for him to see anything. He could only smell the gunpowder that filled his nostrils.
Azik also stopped speaking the words of the dead, his body momentarily stiffening.
The evil spirit Medici Soren Einhorn released all the aura of the "City of Calamity" that he had accumulated, giving himself a brief respite.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, it shrank back into Ince Zangwell's body and entered the spirit world using its own status and the abilities of the "gatekeeper".
Upon entering the spirit world, it immediately detached from Ince Zangwell's body and rushed towards the spirit world area corresponding to Bansie Island.
He already knew about the feud between Azik and Ince Zangwell, and abandoning the other would draw fire for him.
With 0-08 around, Ince Zangwell won't be so easy to deal with; he might even be able to escape.
Regardless of Ince Zangwell's outcome, it will buy him time to return to Bansie.
Without the protection of the "gatekeeper," he would quickly weaken after leaving the "territory," but fortunately, he left the ghost frame on Bansi Island in advance, which can serve as a temporary shelter. However, since there is no one on Bansi now, it is difficult for him to leave.
Meanwhile, Ince Zangwill, who had been abandoned by the evil spirit Medici Soren Einhorn, regained control of his body and quickly wrote a line of words on his hand: "My miserable state was aided by the compassion of a kind spirit creature, who took me away from this dangerous spirit realm."
After he wrote the last word, a spirit creature that resembled both a tree and a human suddenly appeared. Its hand, larger than a carriage, scooped him up, held him in its grasp, examined him curiously, and then left the spirit realm.
In a second or two, Azik's figure appeared in this spirit realm area.
He glanced in the direction the evil spirit had gone, then looked in the direction Ince Zangwell had been taken away. He hesitated for a moment, then decided not to chase after it.
In room 312 of the White Agate ship.
Danitz stood up from the floor, covered in sweat, his legs still trembling slightly, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the shock.
"What was that just now? I think I saw a divine kingdom, no, that terrifying place should be hell. I almost thought I was dead..."
"This ship is definitely cursed by fate!"
"I'll disembark at the next port and then buy a ticket for the next trip to Bayam."
At the bow, Klein gripped the gunwale, his chest heaving violently.
"I think I know that evil spirit. It used to live in an underground ruin on Backlund Williams Street and even tempted Miss Sharon and me to rescue it."
"It now appears that it achieved its goal through other means."
Cyril touched his nose, unsure how to continue the conversation.
Although it is unknown how Medici Soren Einhorn met Ince Zangwell, he was credited with helping it emerge from that underground ruin.
After a brief silence, he took out the "Red Priest" card. Because it involved the "City of Calamity," Tobias refused to carry the card with him, so he left it with him.
At this moment, the blasphemous card is flashing with a somewhat fiery red glow, its rhythm like a heartbeat.
The next second, Azik's figure appeared beside the two of them.
He gazed solemnly at the flickering firelight in the misty sea ahead, and said in a low voice, "Too many of the undead in the underworld have been destroyed. Both their rich spirituality and collective power are declining. If the battle continues for a long time, Tobias will most likely be defeated."
"I can no longer intervene in their battle; I can only offer extraordinary abilities and spiritual support."
"If you don't have a further plan, their fight is meaningless."
With slightly unfocused eyes, Sirion stared ahead and said calmly, "We have help, but we need the right opportunity."
He shares the same vision as Tobias, clearly understanding the struggle between himself and his other self. With the "Conqueror" trait and the support of his team, he maintains the upper hand, though without an overwhelming advantage.
In addition, he has a third perspective, one that comes from the realm of the mind.
Erdfana is hiding in the nearby mental world. Although He is not in a good state, it does not prevent Him from lending out power through the team's connection.
The spirituality that allowed Cyril to maintain his extraordinary demigod-level abilities for so long came from this.
He paused, looked down at his left hand, which was tucked in his pocket, and tightened his grip on the harmonica.
In the area covered by the "fog of war," bluish-purple flames flew everywhere, collided, exploded, and then reformed.
Tobias's figure emerged from the flames, his eyes covered by pale fire. Beneath the flames, his once human eyes had long since turned into pale gold vertical pupils.
"That's about it."
As he murmured, he calmly gazed at the terrifying giant standing on the sea, his body engulfed in purple-blue flames. The pale flames faded, revealing a pair of pale golden vertical pupils.
A violent wind surged around him, yet the ever-present fog remained eerily still.
The wind seemed to carry the roars of countless dead, or the battle cries of a disciplined army, carrying a powerful will that swept outwards in all directions.
"Mind deprivation" mixed with "war cries"!
The moment it heard the sound of the wind, the terrifying giant, whose body was engulfed in purple and bluish flames, froze, and the flaming spear in its hand showed signs of collapsing.
But this breakdown and stagnation were soon relieved.
A heart filled with courage cannot be intimidated or feared!
As he spoke, the flaming spear in his hand solidified instantly and was thrown out.
boom!
The flaming spear was detonated the moment it approached Tobias, exploding into a blazing fireball, like the rising sun over the sea.
Amidst the destructive flames, a middle-aged man dressed in a deep black robe, whose facial features resembled those of a person from the Southern Continent, emerged from the void.
His eyes—no, his pale, lifeless, and emotionless eyes—were filled with madness.
The fire giant paused, then exclaimed in astonishment, "Your Majesty, the 'Emperor of the Underworld'..."
"No, impossible. Death has long since fallen. You are just an illusion."
"It's that ancient dragon. Where is it hiding?"
The man in the deep black robes curled his lips into a sinister smile: "No, I am a fragment of will revived from the 'Weather Mage' trait you ingested."
"Come, become one with me, and you will inherit my will and become the second Emperor of the Underworld."
"You will bring the next wave of pale disaster to this decaying world."
With each word he spoke, he took a step forward, his figure growing larger.
As soon as the last sentence was uttered, Xiu had transformed into a giant snake coiled up, its entire body covered in enormous, dark green scales with white feathers growing from the gaps, pale flames burning in its eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out from its back.
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