After some effort, Klein gained a basic understanding of the Sea God Scepter's powers.
It could create tsunamis, create hurricanes, produce torrential rains, and bring about lightning strikes. It could allow a person to fly in the sky and wander the bottom of the sea without any restrictions.
It was nearly indestructible and could directly smash an enemy's head. It could allow the wielder to never get lost without any other powerful factors stacking on top of each other. It could provide an unimaginable balance, controlling many underwater creatures and responding to the prayers of believers. It could also allow the wielder to obtain the strength of a sea monster, making them the ruler of a region of the sea.
To Klein, this was truly at the level of a deity. Even on Earth, he could resist an aircraft carrier strike group!
Although he was a Sequence 6 and had quite a number of practical Beyonder powers, making him a true powerhouse in the eyes of ordinary people, a figure that only existed in legends, he was essentially still weak. He was still closer to a Person. If the situation was suitable, a revolver would be enough to finish him off. Of course, reviving after death and opening the coffin was another matter altogether.
As for the powers possessed by the Sea God Scepter, they all exceeded the level of Person. It was the power of a deity or a Devil in the eyes of the people in folklore.
It's no wonder he's called a demigod from Sequence 4 onwards. He's really more like a god than a Person … Klein sighed silently before giving a self-deprecating laugh.
If I could use the Sea God Scepter normally, I could already be a high-ranking deacon of the Nighthawks, becoming one of the twenty or so people with the most authority in the Church … If Ince Zangwill didn't have 0-08 and was at sea, I could immediately seek revenge on him. I might even have quite a high chance of success.
But can I use the Sea God Scepter normally?
"No …"
Klein had just discovered that the negative effects of the Sea God Scepter were astounding. In the Church of Evernight, it could easily obtain the evaluation of a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Furthermore, it was unknown how many researchers had to die to figure out the best sealing and usage method.
The Sea God Scepter had a total of three negative effects:
First, it would make the holder irascible. They would become easily enraged, and it would be easy for them to become hot-headed.
The second was to periodically freeze the thoughts of all living creatures within a certain range and drain their blood, including the holder. As for how large the range was and the specific number of cycles, it was difficult for Klein, who was not a professional researcher, to give an accurate description. He could only make a rough estimate that the range was 600 meters to 1,000 meters, and the cycle was 20 to 35 minutes.
The third method was to gather and display the prayers of the worshippers, complete with sound and images. This would easily cause non-SemiGod wielders whose spirits weren't strong enough to directly collapse and lose control.
The first one is still alright. If I only use it for a short period of time, anger and irascibility are acceptable. To put it simply, with such a powerful Sealed Artifact, I just need to act rashly …
Third, there's actually a way to avoid it. Sea God's response to faith has a distance limit. That is to say, as long as I leave the Rorsted Archipelago and the surrounding waters, I won't be able to receive the "signal," so I won't be affected. Yes … If I keep it above the gray fog, it seems to be able to break through the distance limit. However, the sounds and images of the prayers will be blocked and reduced to points of light. It won't affect me at all, allowing me to freely choose whether to respond, who to respond to, and how to respond …
And when I respond, I can use the power of the Sea God Scepter … The biggest problem is the second one.
It's fine for me. When I transform into the Black Emperor, I'm a wraith without any blood, so I'm not afraid of being drained. However, the surrounding creatures are in trouble. This doesn't differentiate between friend and foe, and the cycle isn't easy to grasp … I can't just discuss with the enemy and change the time and location when I encounter danger, right?
Klein thought carefully and imagined a few scenarios in which he could use the Sea God Scepter, but they all relied on the environment and accurate judgment beforehand. It wasn't very feasible.
Phew … Could it be that its fate is to stay above the gray fog and give people like Amon a shuttle, no, a bolt of lightning when they attempt to "sneak" up …
Right, there's another use. When Miss Justice and Mr. The Hanging Man pray for help, I won't only have the paper angel as an option. I can also provide rain or wind … Of course, this can be like the purification powers of the Brooch of the Sun. I can use the paper angel as a carrier …
Seriously thinking about it, with the Sea God Scepter, I can act like a real demigod above the gray fog …
Klein's mood gradually turned better because he realized that the Sea God Scepter wasn't completely unusable at the moment. This allowed him to do a lot more flashy things.
He retracted his attention and cast his gaze back at the white bone staff with blue gems embedded at its tip. He considered another question — whether he should respond to the prayers of the Sea God believers.
Cavituis is already dead. There's no need to provide those people with a target of faith …
However, even if the priests and upper echelons of the Resistance who are still alive notice the abnormality and don't receive any response, they won't truly accept the worst outcome for a very long period of time. Humans will always hope that they will get lucky. They are used to consoling and hypnotizing themselves, especially when they are in a dangerous environment where there's no light of dawn. Just like the City of Silver. More than two thousand years have passed, but they are still offering sacrifices to the Creator. They believe that they have been abandoned and that they will one day receive a response again …
In other words, if the fanatical believers of Sea God don't receive a response, not only will they not believe that Cavituis is dead, they will stop the live sacrifices. They will also increase their efforts, hoping to obtain the blessings of the deity once again … Without a few years or more of propaganda and blows, it will be very difficult for them to wake up.
When the Resistance loses the support of a native deity like Cavituis, I'm afraid they can only lean towards Feysac or Intis. At that time, with their extreme beliefs, they might very well be driven to do inhumane things. For example, attacking places where commoners gather, or letting those children who still have some innocence in their eyes stand in front of them …
I need to give them some guidance. I need to tell them what the correct method of faith is, but I can't burden myself. All I need to do is give them some help within my capabilities … I'm not responsible for saving their fates …
Klein tapped the edge of the long mottled table with his fingers and suddenly chuckled.
Aren't we going to do real acting? Sea God Cavituis is a good target.
I just don't know if this counts as experiencing the gray fog's isolation, preventing me from receiving any feedback.
Heh heh, I have to give it a try to figure it out.
Klein quickly made a decision and felt inexplicably refreshed.
He deliberated for a moment before conjuring the scene he needed. Then, he held the Sea God Scepter, emanated his spirituality, and made contact with one of the points of light.
…
In a hidden cave in the Blue Mountain Island's forest.
The bald Resistance member, Kalat, fell off his wheelchair. His eyes were filled with despair and confusion as he crawled towards the self-destructing statue of Cavituis.
He vaguely sensed something, but he was unwilling to believe it. This meant that all his persistence, all his sacrifices, and all his pain would be meaningless.
No … He screamed silently as he kept chanting Sea God Cavituis's honorific name in an attempt to get a response from the deity.
He propped himself up with his elbows and dug his fingers into the mud. Inch by inch, he moved in front of the shattered statue and picked up the sea serpent's head that was carved from stone. He discovered that its eyes had strangely sunken into black holes, and its teeth had fallen off one by one.
Kalat nearly froze as his vision seemed to lose its light.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a blurry figure. Behind the figure was a dark blue tsunami that surged into the sky and silver bolts of lightning that branched out like tree branches.
In his shock, Kalat instinctively lowered his head as an unbelievable joy surged in his heart.
He saw that the soles of the figure's feet were surrounded by waves, and that it was surrounded by hurricanes. Its entire body was dignified and sacred, lofty and vast.
Then, he heard an indifferent and grand voice.
"I have returned."
As the voice echoed, Kalat inexplicably shed tears.
...
Ten minutes after Klein left, in the underwater ruins that had fused with the spirit world, ten minutes after he left.
The seawater that filled the area suddenly splashed and poured out. In just twenty to thirty seconds, the elven ruins were as dry as land.
Fresh hurricanes blew in, bringing in breathable gases.
One figure after another descended from the hurricane. The leader was a tall and burly middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. His facial features were chiseled, and his muscles were clearly defined. His loose Storm Priest robe was stretched out.
He was none other than the Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, the archbishop of the Rorsted Sea, a high-ranking deacon of the Mandated Punishers, Sea King Jaan Kottman.
He had a pair of dark blue eyes, and his hair of the same color was twice as thick as a normal person's. They were like tiny worms with tentacles.
Behind Jaan Kottman were quite a number of Mandated Punishers and military members. They were looking at their surroundings with anticipation and caution, not relaxing their requirements just because there was a demigod protecting them.
At that moment, they heard a grunt before they were swept up by the hurricanes and arrived at the entrance of the ruins' hall in one go.
They saw a gigantic sea serpent lying inside with its bones exposed. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
"Who is it!?" Jaan Kottman suppressed his anger and growled.
As he shouted these words, a wave crashed down from above.
The waves reverberated in the half-collapsed hall, quickly calming down to the surface of a windless lake.
The surface of the lake reflected the scene from before.
An indistinct figure had pulled out a white staff embedded with a blue gem, causing the seawater to surge and the ruins to shake.
Jaan Kottman took a deep breath and turned his back to the crowd.
"Find him."
...
At this moment, Klein had already selected ten or so relatively important believers and responded to them one by one. He mainly gave a new Holy Covenant.
"I have returned. It is time to forgive the past and redeem you.
"First commandment: Do not make living sacrifices. Do not use humans as sacrifices."
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