"Fate!"
The dragged out ancient Hermes word resounded as the spot where the Spirit World Plunderer and Klein were suddenly darkened.
It wasn't obvious, as though a cloud had floated past in midair without stopping.
But by the time the illusionary shadow vanished, the invisible figure in the translucent white robe was already standing rooted to the spot. The surface of its clothes couldn't help but produce traces of squirming worms. It was sluggish, slow, and difficult.
Opposite it, Klein's eyes had completely regained their clarity. The face under the trident's shadow had lost all its flesh.
From the looks of it, it wasn't the Spirit World Plunderer that was controlling Klein's Spirit Body Threads and was close to succeeding. Instead, it was Klein who was controlling the Spirit World Plunderer's Spirit Body Threads and was about to turn it into a marionette!
The Fate Siphon charm swapped fates!
This was a high-level charm made from a Worm of Time. It could steal the target's subsequent fate and graft a relatively short amount of time into the target's future to complete the swap.
Therefore, Klein and the Spirit World Plunderer had swapped situations. One had gone from death to life, while the other had gone from having victory in sight to instantly falling into a perilous situation.
After confirming that the Spirit World Plunderer was intelligent and extremely difficult to deal with, Klein acted as though he was retreating. It looked like a rash move, but he was actually deliberately letting himself fall into the Spirit World Plunderer's control to lure it out. He was also prepared to use the Fate Siphon charm at the critical moment!
That way, the more ruthless the Spirit World Plunderer was to its enemy, the more desperate the situation it was in!
Of course, if the Fate Siphon charm didn't achieve its effects, or if the Spirit World Plunderer's main soul didn't appear, and it relied on other means to control the situation, Klein still had a final means of self-preservation. It was to end the summoning and return above the gray fog. He could use the loss of two marionettes and a few mystical items to exchange for his own safety.
Without the time to be surprised at how magical the Fate Siphon charm was or how terrifying an angel of the Marauder pathway was, he didn't hesitate to raise the Sea God Scepter in his hand before the reversal of fate came to an end.
His dark blue pontiff robe fluttered in the wind, and the golden trident reflected an intersecting blue and silver light. The tip of the white bone scepter instantly shot out bolts of lightning, interweaving into balls that landed on the Spirit World Plunderer's body!
The silvery-white light suddenly burned brightly and engulfed the target, illuminating the surroundings in a vast expanse of whiteness.
Once, twice, thrice. Klein constantly activated the terrifying ball of lightning, not holding back at all.
Finally, he heard a roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. His intuition told him that his target had collapsed.
Only then did Klein lower the Sea God Scepter and watch the silver lightning dissipate.
At that moment, his entire spirit body had become rather illusory. Even with the augmentation of Tyrant, it didn't seem real enough.
As the lightning dissipated, the invisible figure dressed in a translucent white robe once again appeared in front of him.
Specks of dim light emerged from within, and the Spirit World Plunderer's body suddenly split apart, turning into countless illusory bubbles that burst one by one.
Tyrant's hunt was a success.
At this moment, a relatively deep region of Calderón City suddenly trembled violently. It was as though a behemoth had awoken due to the Spirit World Plunderer's death, or countless dangerous creatures had surged out.
That indescribable feeling actually turned into an illusory grayish-white, like a flood, rising layer by layer from the bottom.
Other Spirit World Plunderers? No, it's more terrifying creatures. Someone the Spirit World Plunderer serves? Also, in Calderón City's core region, at the end of the crater, it's still as silent as ever. There's no sound at all, making it even more terrifying … Klein braced himself as he diverted some attention to the inner regions of Calderón City while anxiously waiting for the Spirit World Plunderer's characteristic to appear and condense into ingredients.
He temporarily didn't have the joy of successfully hunting. All he could do was pace around the edge of the abyss in a tense state.
During this process, Klein made Winner Enzo and Admiral Hell Ludwell approach him. He also threw the Sea God Scepter to the former so that he could extricate himself from his irascible and impulsive state. He needed to calmly consider how to deal with the possible changes that might happen, as well as if he had missed out on any other details.
As this thought flashed through his mind, Klein suddenly recalled something.
Back when he made the mystical item sing, Creeping Hunger had praised the True Creator and chanted the complete honorific name.
Although the human-skinned glove wasn't written in ancient Hermes, a language that could stir the powers of nature, but in Hermes, the latter could similarly be used in the sacrificial domain! This also meant that the True Creator might very well have heard Creeping Hunger's praise and noticed the commotion here.
Apart from the rising grayish-white flood and the terrifying creatures deep in the city, there are other dangers … Wait, I'm currently a Spirit Body, equivalent to a wraith. I'm not in my normal state … Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, his spiritual perception was triggered as he instinctively cast his gaze towards Calderón City's entrance.
There was a flash as a figure walked in.
The figure wore a simple and plain linen robe and had long silver hair.
He was a man with soft facial features and a beautiful face. His eyes were gentle with a tinge of indifference, as though he was watching fate as a bystander, watching everyone in the World.
Behind him, rays of light formed a pure, illusory pair of wings that spread outwards, covering the entire entrance area.
"…" Klein hissed through his teeth as a series of terms flashed through his mind.
"Ouroboros!"
"Tail Devourer!"
"Angel of Fate!"
"King of Angels!"
He couldn't be bothered to consider the feasibility of his thoughts. His body swelled up as though it was incorporeal, encompassing Enzo and Ludwell, as well as the Spirit World Plunderer's remnant bubbles that were still separating and fusing with the characteristics!
At that moment, Ouroboros's silver eyes had already reflected the figure in the distance — an extremely domineering and tyrannical figure wearing a trident and dark blue robe, as well as the grayish-white fog that was obscured by the Tyrant's aura.
A shimmering river appeared in "His" eyes as it circled around the figure that resembled the Tyrant, surrounding the periphery of Calderón City.
Without a sound, the square-shaped house and the huge pale white pillar that had been destroyed in the lightning storm just now stood up once again. The giant blacksmith that only had two scorched black toes left had a body once again. It appeared in the mausoleum and began to knock on the chopping board.
Everything returned to how it was when the Tyrant entered not long ago.
However, Klein, who was dressed as a pope, had vanished. His two marionettes and the Spirit World Plunderer's remnant bubbles had vanished as well.
The corresponding figures were unable to return. The scene that had just been rebooted shattered, returning to the state of devastation after the battle.
Tail Devourer Ouroboros watched silently without moving for a long while. The rising grayish-white in the depths of Calderón City slowly receded.
…
Above the gray fog, Klein slumped into The Fool's high-back chair in exhaustion. He was so exhausted that he couldn't even let Enzo and Ludwell massage his shoulders and legs.
The Sea God Scepter had already been thrown back into the junk pile. The Tyrant card had also left his soul body and was inverted beside the Dark Emperor card. The remnant bubbles of the Spirit World Plunderer floated in front of him, constantly producing Beyonder characteristics before fusing with the points of light.
After Klein took a break, he saw grayish-white dust land on the surface of the long mottled table. Accompanying it was a transparent object that seemed weightless.
The object was the size of a palm, formed from what looked like maggots. It resembled a human, and it was filled with a colorless liquid that often produced bubbles as it emitted thin black beams.
Klein didn't dare to look at it carefully. This was because the weightless transparent object had a richer structure in its minute details. It formed indescribable patterns and symbols, as though the concepts of knowledge, strength, transformation, concealment, bizarreness, and madness had been fused into it, making them no longer abstract.
This brought Klein intense dizziness. He even felt like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown as his soul was about to lose control.
This should be the Spirit World Plunderer's true soul body … I also have the corresponding dust. It's about 70 grams. It's more than I needed and more than I expected … Klein nodded indiscernibly as he placed the dust into a box. Together with the true soul body, he threw it into the junk pile and covered it with the gray fog.
After doing all this, he raised his hand to rub his temples as he silently gave a self-deprecating laugh.
If I didn't have the Sea God Scepter, I would've most likely chosen to leave Calderón City after being attacked by the Spirit World Plunderer. I'll wait until I have helpers before making the safest hunt, so as to control the commotion and not alarm the unknown entity in the core region …
Sigh, I ended up being rash. Although the outcome was good, it really doesn't match my character. It's also completely contradictory to the Seer pathway's acting. In the future, I'll try my best to avoid using the Sea God Scepter in the outside world.
Uh … The Spirit World Plunderer has been successfully hunted. There's no need to seek Miss Sharon's help. In a few days, I'll write to her and tell her not to worry about this matter.
However, I have a feeling that I'll be heading to Calderón City in the future. When the time comes, I might need to seek Miss Sharon's help.
In addition, I have to gather information on Bizarro Bane. I can't place all my hopes on the City of Silver …
Amidst his thoughts, Klein didn't bring his marionette with him. He directly returned to his body and ended the ritual. He trudged to his bed and fell asleep.
…
"Escaped?" Sostel looked at the man opposite him and asked Daly Simone, who was channeling.
They had just completed their mission and captured a few members of the Charismatic Order. However, the key figure in the intelligence report, Palenque Tacibor, the Hand of Paleness, was not in the secret hideout.
This was a Sequence 4 demigod, so not only did the Red Gloves team use a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, they had also requested the help of Goddess's Eye, Ilya, but they ended up missing.
Daly Simone nodded.
"Yes."
She then looked at the captive and asked in an ethereal voice,
"Where did Palenque Tacib go?"
"He said he was going to meet someone," the Charismatic Order member replied slowly.
"Who is that person?" Daly Simone asked. Leonard Mitchell and the others also looked over.
The man who was channeled said in a flat voice,
"Ince Zangwill."
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