160 Böklund Street, Dawn Dantès's residence.
After Klein took a detour and "Teleported" back, he didn't delay. He immediately set up an altar, held a ritual, and prayed to Death.
"You are the essence of death.
"You are the ruler of the dead.
"You are the final destination of all living beings.
"I pray for your help. I pray that you can know how to resolve the problem of the Red Angel evil spirit. 'He' possessed the body of a Gatekeeper and cooperated with the High Priest of the Charismatic Order, Haiter. 'He' came to Baekeland and became Patrick Bryan's assistant …"
On this matter, Klein really had no solution. All he could do was seek help from the Evernight Goddess.
Ignoring the fact that he didn't have the ability or opportunity to kill Sauron Einhorn Medici by cooperating with the ascetic leader, Arianna, even if he could, once the Red Angel evil spirit disappeared, the High Priest of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death faction would immediately realize that something major had happened. From there, he would associate it with other abnormalities and determine that Artificial Death's condition wasn't right. Then, he would use "His" level, possible Sealed Artifacts, and familiarity with the pathway to carry out acts of destruction that wouldn't benefit anyone.
And if the Red Angel was left alone, it wouldn't take long for this Conspirer evil spirit to sense that something was amiss with Patrick Bryan. With "His" knowledge and intelligence, it wasn't difficult for "Him" to guess the essence of the problem.
No matter how I deal with it, it's a mistake. As expected of an angel from the War domain. Even if "He" is only left with a three-in-one Spirit Body, "He" can still prevent others from finding a solution to the problem "He" created. This must've been an idea "He" gave Haiter …
Actually, there's an extreme idea. It's to let the Red Angel evil spirit be killed by other Churches, official factions, or secret organizations because of other matters. In short, nothing related to the Goddess can appear. I have to make things clear …
The difficulty of this idea is how to make a high-level figure in the field of conspiracies jump into a trap … If I don't handle it well, the fire will burn me … After the prayer, Klein casually let his thoughts wander as he patiently waited for the Evernight Goddess to give him feedback.
After more than ten seconds, the herbal ashes that pleased the deity were swept up by an invisible wind. They flew out of the cauldron and landed on the table, forming words:
"With 'His' arrival, the land shall rise with weapons."
What did that mean? Klein looked at the familiar sentence and frowned slightly.
As a Seer, he had a habit of interpreting it.
Because of the problem with the king, Rouen was in the shadow of war, so the "Red Angel" who symbolized war came.
This meant that the war might be unstoppable.
At Sequence 1, it would become a symbol in itself.
As thoughts raced through Klein's mind, the invisible wind stopped. The interior of the altar that was isolated by the wall of spirituality became extremely quiet.
Are there no other revelations? Klein waited for a while, and after confirming that it was really just that, he ended the ceremony and cleaned up the altar.
He then walked to the sofa area in the room and sat down to see if anything else would happen.
And after a full quarter of an hour, he still did not see the Dean of the Night Monastery, the head of the thirteen archbishops, the Angel of Concealment, Arianna.
There's no need to deal with the Red Angel evil spirit. Are we just going to let it go? Or is there another solution that doesn't require me to get involved? Klein wasn't a devout believer of Evernight. Since the Goddess said that he didn't need to do anything about it, he naturally couldn't be bothered. After all, this matter was not only extremely troublesome for him, but it was also very dangerous.
Shaking his head, Klein took out a pen and paper from his pocket and began doing dream divination.
What happened tonight made him instinctively feel that he couldn't waste a single moment. He had to digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion as soon as possible.
…
Above the Fog Sea, inside a steam-powered merchant ship that was extremely close to the pirate ship.
Men and older women were pushed to the edge of the deck with their hands tied behind their backs. Then, the pirates used their hands or feet to make them fall into the sea.
Splashing sounds sounded one after another, but the pirates weren't affected at all. They laughed as they completed the bloodless massacre.
After clearing the predetermined captives, they held their guns and lanterns and went to the side of the ship, prepared to watch the pitiful wretches struggle.
However, under the illumination of the lanterns, the dark blue sea beside the ship quietly undulated without a single figure.
"It sank so quickly?" a pirate blurted out in surprise.
The leader of the pirate crew frowned and looked for a while.
"Perhaps some sea monster passed by and treated those who dared to resist as food bestowed by the gods.
"It's perfect. It won't attack us after being fed …"
Having said that, the leader waved his hand.
"Everyone, enjoy yourselves!"
As a rather experienced pirate, he knew that there were many strange things at sea. When faced with them, it was best not to seek out the reason and attempt to figure out the truth. Since it didn't harm him or his companions, he could thank the Lord of Storms for his blessings and pretend that nothing had happened.
After confirming the people on duty, the pirates began to gulp down alcohol, eat large pieces of meat, and sing loudly. For the right to control the young female captives, they drew their swords and dueled.
Amidst the bustling atmosphere, the pirate leader brought a beautiful passenger he had long taken a fancy to and entered the captain's room. He couldn't wait to begin the final process of the night of revelry.
In the middle of the night, the exhausted pirate leader stretched out his right hand and touched something cold.
The pirate leader jolted awake. With the help of the crimson moonlight shining in from the window, he saw that he was hugging a piece of rough wood.
Branches with green leaves grew out of the wood, hugging the pirate leader like a human's limbs.
Pa!
The pirate leader's pupils dilated rapidly. As he pushed the wood away, he jumped off the bed and stumbled backwards.
Was I dealing with such a thing just now? His mind was filled with horror. Without bothering to put on his clothes, he picked up his gun and saber and left the room.
Outside the door, there was a pirate on duty.
"Eavesdropping, why are you so happy …" the pirate hurriedly asked when he saw the leader open the door.
The pirate leader originally wanted to reprimand the other party for secretly drinking, causing his words to be slurred. However, when he looked up, he saw golden wheat grains growing in and around his subordinate's mouth. Even the surface of his tongue was densely packed with them.
The pirate leader's scalp instantly tightened as a numbness spread from top to bottom, merging with a chill that went straight to his tailbone.
At this moment, the door to the opposite room opened as well. A pirate cried out in a sobbing tone.
A pirate shouted with a sobbing tone, "Oh no! A pirate shouted with a sobbing tone, "Boss, I-I have a lot of mushrooms growing there!"
As he spoke, the pirate ran out.
At the same time, he felt his eyes itch, so he raised his hand and rubbed his right eye.
As he rubbed it, a green vine slowly grew out from the gap between his eye socket and eyeball. At its top was a dark red grape.
The flesh around the grape was a mess.
"…" The pirate leader's body stiffened as he asked in a voice that didn't belong to him, "What … did you … encounter …"
The pirate, who was still rubbing his eyes and didn't feel that there was a problem, didn't need to recall.
He directly said, "A shadow that looked like a long rod struck me!"
"Wo … Ye You …" The pirate whose tongue was covered in golden wheat echoed.
He was blocked by the leader and didn't see his companion's terrifying appearance.
The pirate leader's legs began to shake uncontrollably as he instinctively turned around and ran out of the cabin.
At this moment, he saw a long shadow that resembled a rod rapidly sweep over from the side wall and strike him.
The shadow disappeared in a flash, disappearing without a trace. It was like a surreal nightmare.
The pirate leader was a beat too slow before he subconsciously raised his hand in an attempt to block it. Of course, it was useless.
Then, he hurriedly checked his condition in horror, but he didn't find anything abnormal.
"Thankfully, thankfully …" The pirate leader couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a slightly muffled voice.
"Thankfully, thankfully …"
The voice seemed to come from his body!
The pirate leader's pupils dilated to the extreme as his hands uncontrollably lifted his clothes.
He then saw three cracks in his chest and abdomen, one big and two small.
In the big one, there were two neat rows of white teeth. In the middle of the small one were two nimble rolling eyeballs.
It was a mouth and two eyes!
The pirate leader's chest and abdomen had an additional mouth and two eyes!
"No!"
A blood-curdling scream erupted on the ship, carrying with it an indescribable, intense fear.
In the next fifteen minutes, some of the pirates went crazy and killed their companions. Some successfully escaped back to their own ships, only to realize that the people on them had also become deformed. Hence, they jumped into the sea in despair.
After everything calmed down, there were only about ten relatively normal pirates left on the deck. They hid in their rooms, their bodies reeking of stench.
After a while, passengers walked out of the cabin one after another. Not a single one was missing.
They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They either thanked the gods or stood rooted to the ground in confusion.
…
Early in the morning, Klein got out of bed and began washing up.
Just as he changed his clothes with the help of his valet, Enuni, he saw Butler Walter, who had returned from leave, walk to the door.
"Sir, Bishop Elektra is here to visit."
"… Let him wait for me in the activity room where he can enjoy cigars," Klein said after a moment of surprise.
He suspected that this was a belated response from the Goddess.
Walter immediately turned around and went downstairs to make the arrangements. Before long, he returned and said, "Sir, Bishop Elektra has already bade farewell and left.
He got me to inform you that you have to go to Saint Samuel Cathedral this morning. It's said that the Church and the government will be holding an air defense exercise. "
"Air defense drill?" Klein's brows furrowed a little.
At that moment, his spiritual perception was triggered. He suddenly turned around and looked out the window.
In the sky where the clouds weren't thin, airships painted in dark brown were approaching in a dense pack.
These airships were painted with diagonal stripes of red, white, and yellow. This was the flag of Feysac!
Upon seeing this scene, Klein suddenly understood what he had overlooked.
The war wasn't necessarily started by the Rouen Kingdom!
An ancient and secretive organization definitely had members with high statuses in other countries. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to influence the situation in the World!
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