fynovel Chapter 362 was one step too slow
Chapter 362 was one step too slow
Chapter 362 A Step Too Late
Snapped!Snapped!
One after another, the slippery, bluish-green tentacles slapped the floor, each slap leaving a cracked dent.
Watching the out-of-control monster thrashing about on the floor, Cyril raised his hand and pushed forward, uttering a low growl in Ancient Hermes: "Destruction of buildings is prohibited here!"
As he pronounced his verdict, the out-of-control monster's tentacles, which were pounding the floor, were repelled by an invisible force, their scales falling off and blood splattering.
This seemed to only fuel its ferocity and madness, causing it to pound the floor even harder with more tentacles.
Snapped!
The force of the rules rebounding back caused its skin to tear open, and several tentacles were severed.
roar~~
A deep, beast-like roar stirred up a violent gust of wind in the hall.
Klein, who had just rushed forward, was sent flying.
Cyril gripped the pocket watch wrapped around his left wrist. The wind pressure around him suddenly became chaotic, no longer violent and dangerous, merely stirring the hem of his clothes and strands of hair.
His gaze swept over the scratches on the floor, then a smile curled at the corners of his lips.
Every time the out-of-control monster violates the established rules, in addition to being punished by the rules, it also grants a certain amount of enhancement to the one who set the rules.
Feeling the force superimposed on him, he clenched his fist again and swung it violently.
"die!"
A blurry figure outlined by a silver light appeared out of thin air in front of the out-of-control monster, making the same movements as it.
boom!
The out-of-control monster's head, which looked like a wolf and a fish at the same time, exploded, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.
Snapped!Snapped!
Ugh~
After being injured, the out-of-control monster became even more frenzied, its tentacles flailing wildly, slapping the floor and the sea god's guards within its attack range.
Its tentacles were wrapped in rings of rapidly spinning gales, and its movements were so fast that afterimages were left in the air.
"captivity!"
A flowing, extremely viscous, transparent liquid appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the out-of-control monster and forming a giant amber, firmly imprisoning it in place.
Click!
A moment later, a faint cracking sound rang out, and cracks gradually appeared on the transparent amber.
Cyril frowned as he watched. This out-of-control monster had an unusually strong vitality; even though he had punched its head through, it wasn't a fatal wound.
"In the mysterious world, turning to the dark side doesn't necessarily make you stronger, but going out of control definitely does."
As he whispered, he took out the illusory core that was intertwined with red and black.
Clusters of blue flames spontaneously ignited around him, converging under his guidance into a fireball over two meters in diameter.
boom!
The massive fireball fell, instantly melting the cracked, transparent amber and igniting the monster's body.
Ugh~
The wind whipped up again, but instead of extinguishing the flames, it made them burn even brighter.
Beneath the scorching waves of fire in the hall, many of the sea god's guards, who were attacking, tearing at, and devouring each other, were also set ablaze.
Even Kavituwa's body gradually dried out and cracked, showing signs of being set on fire.
Cyril and Klein exchanged a glance and immediately left the hall.
He then created a "closed" effect, fixing the flames and heat waves inside the hall of the ruins.
"If I'd known that setting fire would have solved the problem, why would I have bothered fighting? I could have just burned it all the way through..."
Hearing Cyril's soft muttering, Klein's lips twitched slightly beneath his black helmet.
"So why didn't you just use your magical items from the start?"
"Perhaps, he used his extraordinary abilities at the demigod level too much and forgot that he is just a weak Sequence 6."
After saying that, the two fell silent.
So what if Sequence 6 can't use extraordinary abilities at the demigod level? Even if Sequence 6 can't use extraordinary abilities at the demigod level, it is still a rare big pirate at sea!
Don't be so blunt next time.
A minute or two later, the fire in the hall of the ruins was finally extinguished.
As Sirion lifted the confinement effect, a burnt smell filled the nostrils, causing people to cough.
The temperature in the hall had not yet dropped, and the air was still scorching hot. The floor was covered with charred remains, and even the body of Kavituwa had many burn marks on its surface.
In the scorching air, bluish-green, dark black, and silvery-white specks of light kept emerging, some converging towards the embedded fang, while others continued to emanate from around the charred remains of the corpse.
Cyril clenched his fist and hissed, "This place is ideal for the aggregation of extraordinary abilities!"
"The extraordinary characteristics of this place, originating from different sources, should be separated!"
As he finished speaking, the merging blue-green light spots suddenly accelerated, forming a continuously compressing hurricane within the hall.
Under the influence of the aggregation properties, the white fang began to deform, gradually straightened, and eventually became a short staff inlaid with fine blue-green gemstones.
Meanwhile, Cavitua's body collapsed and rotted at a visible speed, resembling a lump of mud.
After satisfying his "wriggling hunger" with the charred corpse on the ground, Klein quickly stepped forward, intending to take the short staff.
As soon as he got close, he heard layers of illusory prayers in his ears, and hallucinations appeared before his eyes, showing the sea god's followers suffering endlessly over the self-shattering idol.
In this state, he felt as if his spirit body had flesh and blood, and a constant throbbing pain came from deep within his head, making him wish he could bang his head against the wall and crack his skull open.
The next second, it was as if he had been pulled out of the water when he was about to drown and was given a new life.
The throbbing pain deep in my head and the dizziness in my thoughts disappeared at the same time, leaving only the lingering feeling of palpitations.
After letting out a long breath, he saw the short staff being lifted into the air by a gust of wind.
Seeing that Klein had come to his senses, Sirion immediately said, "Go to the Gray Fog, I will perform the sacrificial ritual."
"it is good."
After nodding slightly, Klein's figure vanished from the hall in an instant.
Seeing this, Cyril pulled a piece of drawing paper from his pocket, shook it, and imagined the sacrificial ritual depicted on it.
He glanced around the hall, then began to chant the incantation in a low voice: "Fool who does not belong to this era, mysterious ruler above the gray fog, king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."
Ugh!
A sudden gust of cold wind swept through, throwing herbal powders and essential oils into the flickering candlelight.
The flames suddenly expanded, shooting up four or five meters high, twisting and stretching out a dark blue-black illusory door.
The illusory door creaked and swayed open, and large swaths of grayish-white mist poured out from the cracks.
Cyril looked around, his eyes rapidly flipping through the illusory pages of books.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
A series of swirling hurricanes quickly took shape, drawing together the short staff inlaid with fine blue-green gems and the properties that had been extracted from the sea god's guards, and throwing them all into the dark blue-green illusory gate in front of them.
He then looked at the enormous, mud-like sea serpent corpse.
Ugh!
The wind in the hall blew even more fiercely, spinning rapidly in circles, pushing Kavituwa's head to the illusory gate of sacrifice.
Above the gray fog, Klein's brow twitched as he witnessed this scene.
"This... they don't even spare the corpses?"
He subconsciously looked up at the ancient palace above the gray fog, and for the first time began to doubt the palace's capacity.
"Can it really fit?"
"No, wait, can such a large corpse really be offered as a sacrifice?"
Although he hesitated, he still responded above the gray fog, leveraging the power of the space above the gray fog to fully open the illusory sacrificial gate, unleashing a powerful suction force.
Then he saw a huge, rotten, and deformed snake head emerge from behind the gate where the gray mist had gathered and press against his front.
The stench of decay and rot immediately filled his nostrils, turning his face black and green.
"Holy crap!"
As Klein retreated, he continued to manipulate the power of the space above the gray mist, dragging up the giant snake's body below its head.
After doing all that, he felt a throbbing, stinging pain in his head, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Before he could even leave a word for Cyril, he was forced to leave the space above the gray fog after a wave of weightlessness washed over him.
In the underwater ruins, Cyril was slightly taken aback when he saw the sacrificial ritual abruptly interrupted.
He then casually tossed the few items he hadn't had time to sacrifice into the world of the painting, before heading towards the main road outside the ruins, where there were still some uncollected spoils.
Just as he reached the front door, his spiritual intuition suddenly warned him... danger was approaching.
"Aquaman arrived a bit too quickly, though he was still a step too late."
Whispering, he returned to the hall, completing a counter-divination intervention.
He then took out the crystal ball containing the sealed eye and held it against his chest.
A burst of brilliant and clear sunlight suddenly erupted from the crystal ball, condensing into a golden chariot in front of him.
After he boarded the carriage, the golden carriage carried him away as a pure and bright ray of sunlight, flying off from above the ruins.
In the deep blue, icy seawater, a bubble formed by swirling air currents continues to sink.
Inside the bubble, Aquaman, the "Aquaman" dragging a book with a gold cover, suddenly frowned and stared at the deep blue, almost black, seawater below.
The next moment, a bright and clear ray of sunlight emerged from the seabed, bringing the warmth of midday as it swept past the "bubble," rushed towards the surface, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Arne Courtman's face suddenly darkened; he had a bad feeling.
He then increased the speed at which the "bubble" sank.
Half a minute later, the barrier of the underwater ruins where Kavituwa was hiding was broken, and swirling gusts of air rushed in.
One by one, figures fell with the hurricane, landing steadily on the avenue paved with bluish-gray flagstones.
"Aquaman" Yann Courtman rode the raging winds straight into the hall of ruins with its massive pillars.
As far as the eye could see, there were only charred remains of corpses and a dilapidated hall.
The properties extracted from the corpses had been removed beforehand, and even the corpse of Kavituwa had disappeared.
"Who is it!"
Arne Cortman's suppressed roar made the air inside the ruins seem thicker.
Waves of azure blue surged from around him, rapidly rippled throughout the hall, and then intertwined to form a calm curtain of water.
The water curtain displayed what had recently happened within the ruins.
A blurry figure, so indistinct that no details or features could be discerned, performed a ritual in the hall, offering everything, even the corpse of Kavituwa, to an unknown entity.
Then the other person turned into sunlight and disappeared into the ruins.
Behind Arne Courtman, a Deacon of Punishers frowned and said, "It's that ray of sunlight we just encountered!"
"This seems to be a capability possessed only by high-sequence 'solar' pathways."
A glint of electricity crackled in Yann Courtman's deep blue eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said, "Investigate all those who have recently visited the Roseside Islands—all those with extraordinary abilities and magical artifacts."
No. 14, Xiangshu Avenue.
Countless fragments of shimmering starlight flew out from the void, intertwining and reforming to form a phantom gate covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
Cyril emerged from behind the door, casually dragged over a chair, sat down, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
About ten minutes later, he opened his eyes again.
Before his eyes, gray mist surged, and the figure of "The Fool" sat high above the endless gray mist.
After exchanging a glance with "The Fool" who looked down from above the gray mist, he calmly said, "I'm fine, but I need to make a record and digest the potion first. We can talk about the spoils tomorrow."
"By the way, are you planning to respond to the followers of 'Sea God'?"
"If there's a response, I'll go and observe."
Klein paused for a moment before saying, "Reply..."
"For a very long time, the followers of the Sea God will not accept this worst-case scenario, just like Silver City, which, even after more than two thousand years, still worships the one they believe in."
"Unresponsive radical beliefs will only drive them further insane, which is not a good outcome."
"I will give them some guidance and tell them what the correct way of faith is, but I am not responsible for saving their fate; that is not something I can do at the moment."
After a brief pause, Cyril suddenly heard Klein chuckle: "Isn't 'Poseidon' also a role model?"
"Although we may not receive a response."
Cyril nodded. "Good idea."
"You should think about how to respond to the 'Sea God's' followers first; I'm going to draw everything that happened today."
At dawn, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Cyril arrived at the indigenous area of Blue Mountain Island, guided by Klein.
He saw many terrified natives gathered around a broken idol; some wept, some remained silent, some were resentful, and some were angry...
The next second, gray fog surged before his eyes, and then he saw a blurry figure standing on a roaring wave, surrounded by hurricane and lightning.
A detached yet grand voice echoed in my ears: "I have returned..."
After a brief pause, the sound continued...
Cyril saw the figures surrounding the statue suddenly freeze, then become excited and thrilled.
In his hands, a scroll depicting the scene before him quickly took shape.
At the same time, he heard the sound of illusory things shattering, and a phantom starry sky appeared before his eyes, possessing an indescribable allure.
His "Recordkeeper" potion was completely digested at that moment.
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