nownovels Chapter 263 Action
Chapter 263 Action
Chapter 263 Action
The "God of Weather" tugged at the chains binding him and chuckled:
"This feels so good. I've never felt so relaxed before."
He paused, then looked at the clone that had separated from his body, now dominated by his former self-awareness:
"Give up your identity, give up your glory, and give up your power."
"This may allow you to linger on for a while longer, but eventually you will still come back here and become a part of me again."
"Heh... Go and enjoy what you have left."
The separated, seemingly younger "Weather God" shook his head indifferently:
"Perhaps the end times that will destroy everything will come sooner than my personal death."
The "God of Weather" sneered disdainfully:
"The Lord I serve is the embodiment of the end times, destruction itself. Even the most terrifying end times are merely a manifestation of my Lord's power."
"As long as you abandon your naive and ridiculous idea, return here, and truly merge with me, the so-called doomsday that the Seven Gods spoke of is nothing more than a ripple beneath our feet."
"Even if we accidentally die in a disaster, what awaits us is simply a return to our Lord, and then waiting for rebirth."
"As my Lord's most faithful believer, you always have the right to choose before everything is beyond repair, because, after all, you are me."
At the docks of Bansi Harbor, in the cabin of the passenger ship where Sirion had briefly stopped, Hermes, dressed in a grey and white robe, appeared silently in the guest room.
His gaze swept around, gently passing over the sleeping Sirion on the bed, before finally landing on the round table fixed to the floor, where he looked at Steve in the painting.
"I can't find Randolph Carter's mental island in the nearby mental worlds anymore. He's been taken back, hasn't he?"
In the painting, Steve's expression faltered for a moment before settling into a natural one:
"Yes, this powerful angel, you guessed correctly."
Hermes' expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask:
"I suspect there's a third angel on this island, besides the Weather God and me, right?"
Steve shook his head seriously: "I don't know."
Hermes frowned, then whispered:
"This is not Adam's style, but no other angels have come to the Twilight Hermits either."
"Or perhaps, Amon hasn't actually left yet?"
"Further observation is needed."
After he finished speaking, his figure suddenly became transparent, and he rushed out of the room, unrestrained by gravity, passing through a thin, invisible light membrane, and sped away into the distance.
Within this dreamlike "ocean," layered upon each other, many more such lights and shadows appeared, then swept away into the distance.
In the actual cabin, Steve in the painting suddenly woke up, staring blankly at the ceiling opposite the painting, then turned to look at Cyril lying on the ship, and patted his chest.
Fortunately, its momentary drowsiness went unnoticed.
To the east of Bansi Port, not far from the island, an unmanned three-masted sailboat was hoisting its sails and heading this way.
In front of the open window of the captain's cabin, Alger, the "Hanged Man," dressed in a dark blue priest's robe, stood by the convex window, frowning as he gazed at the distant sea, which appeared deep blue to almost black in the night.
From the horizon, the outline of Bansi Island can already be faintly seen.
After the last tarot meeting, he convened an impromptu meeting on the ship. After skillful argumentation and explanation, and with the unanimous vote of the crew, he changed the original destination from Denos Island to Bansi Island.
"In exchange for information about demigod-level mortal characteristics..."
"As an important port with a large flow of people, even if there are hidden dangers, they should be hidden in the shadows. I will stay in Bansi Port without going deep or investigating, so there should be no danger."
"By the way, we can also see who on which island will be the destiny of the Tarot meeting, sir."
As he whispered, a large flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky near Bansi Island, which was still on the horizon in his line of sight.
Countless dreamlike orbs of light, large and small, are layered, surrounding and embracing the "ocean" of dreams.
Cyrion floated in mid-air, hovering in front of the gray-white dragon's head:
"Can you pinpoint the exact location of the Weather God and that mirror world?"
The dragon's gaze swept over the dreamlike orbs below, and then Erdfana's voice resounded directly in his mind:
"That is not a mirror world, but a fissure in the rules of the real world."
"It has no fixed coordinates, only special or fixed mirrors that can be connected."
"With the consciousness island of that Weather God as my location, I can send you there, but you'll be discovered immediately, and I'm bound by an oath; I can't do anything that would harm him."
"But I am not bound by any oath."
He muttered something under his breath, then turned his head to look at the identity that had separated from the "Weather God," now primarily composed of his former self, and pondered as he spoke:
"It seems inappropriate to call you 'God of Weather' anymore. Do you have any other nicknames for you?"
The former "God of Heaven" nodded slightly: "Tobias."
After a brief pause, he added, "I know how to enter that rift in the rules from reality."
"Where the descendants of the Medici family gather, there is me, and the altar I once left behind. If the correct ritual is performed, a stable connection can be established with the pollution of the 'City of Calamity' on this island."
"If you want to use the power of the Violent Church to cause destruction, I can help you!"
Cyril nodded and then said, "I need to get back to my own body first, it's very inconvenient."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Erdfana.
The latter gently flapped its enormous membranous wings, and a howling wind suddenly arose, blowing him and Tobias rapidly backward through the dreamlike "ocean".
After a flash of light and shadow, Cyril suddenly sat up in bed.
After calming his breathing, he turned his head to the side and saw Tobias also in the cabin, curiously looking around at everything. His eyes showed great interest in everything he saw, giving him the feeling of a country bumpkin who had come to the city.
In the center of the room, on a small round table fixed to the floor, the illusory core, intertwined with red (flames) and black (metal), sat quietly, next to a brown parchment with strange golden patterns.
With agile movements, Sirion rolled out of bed, took out a scroll that had been prepared in advance, depicting a world within a painting, and placed the illusory core, intertwined with red and black, inside.
He then turned to Tobias and handed him the brown parchment with gold patterns:
"As per our previous agreement, you now need to sign it."
"This contract is valid until the apocalypse that destroys everything."
He paused briefly, then added:
"If there are better options, I would not recommend that you use the extraordinary characteristics of the War Bishop that were separated from yourself."
"It is more or less tainted by the pollution from the City of Calamity, and this pollution cannot be removed by simply crushing it."
Tobias calmly took the parchment, wrote his name on it, and then said:
"Of course, I'm not stupid enough to fall into the same pit twice."
"When should we go to the altar I left on the island? Or should we directly tell the Storm Church about it? I'm sure I can figure that out and leave an ambush there in advance."
"We can go now." Cyril chuckled, then signed his name on the parchment.
A pale golden, illusory flame instantly ignited on the parchment. After it burned out, two golden specks the size of fingernails disappeared into the bodies of Cyrien and Tobias, respectively.
Cyril closed his eyes. He could clearly feel a golden seal-like mark on his spirit body, and at the same time, he felt a heavy sense of being burdened by illusory shackles.
He opened his eyes again, looked at Tobias, and said calmly:
"Let's go."
After he finished speaking, a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, appeared in his eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
After a brief delay, streaks of dazzling starlight lit up around him, quickly intertwining to outline a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns.
Cyril raised his hand, causing the scroll on the table to fly into his grasp, and then he and Tobias disappeared one after the other into the illusory gate.
Deep within the port of Bansi, on a half-abandoned street, countless tiny, dazzling starlight flew out from the void, rapidly weaving together to form an illusory gate.
As soon as he left the spirit world, the illusory book reflected in Sirion's eyes reappeared, and he began to flip through it rapidly.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, a strange wave emanated from him, carrying him and Tobias into a "blind spot of consciousness."
This is from the psychological invisibility recorded from Adam, which He deliberately suppressed to the level of a demigod!
Led by Tobias, the two then walked deeper into the street.
Shortly after they left, the howling wind in the air suddenly intensified, and then Yann Courtman arrived on the wind, his pale blue storm priest robes fluttering in the gale.
He held in his hand a heavy-looking brass nautical horn, its hands swinging erratically.
"Hmph, and the cultists of the 'Weather God' are active too. Are they preparing to rebel, or are they fleeing?"
Guided by Tobias, Cyril led him through several solid and heavy walls to the edge of the sacrificial plaza located beneath the abandoned streets.
Tobias cautiously looked around and explained in a low voice:
"This place was built in imitation of the plaza within the fissure of the rules. Through long-term rituals and the permeation of pollution, it has developed a strong connection with that place."
"We'd better not step into the square. You might be fine, but there's a high chance my other self will notice me."
Cyril nodded, then pointed to the group of "Weather God" followers in the center of the square, forming two circles of different sizes and performing a bizarre ritual dance, and asked:
"Do we still need to hold a ceremony now?"
Tobias shook his head slightly: "No need."
"Be careful to keep your eyes peeled. Two of those people are descendants of the Medici family, and one is a Sequence 5."
"The Reaper" is a Sequence 6 "Conspirator".
"Although the spiritual intuition of the 'Hunter' pathway isn't particularly strong, overly direct gazes and malice will still attract their attention."
Cyril nodded slightly, then explained:
"Astrologers have the ability to interfere with divination and spiritual intuition. When I conceal my malice, they cannot detect even the most direct gaze."
He paused, then changed the subject, asking, "How much longer until this ceremony is complete?"
After a brief recollection, Tobias replied, "According to my memory, it should take about half an hour."
"But if we've only established a stable enough connection with that space hidden in the cracks of the rules, that's about it."