strictlysupreme Chapter 337 Team
Chapter 337 Team
Chapter 337 Team
"No problem." Azik nodded slightly.
Immediately, he released his spirituality and accepted the other party's invitation, a flash of crimson appearing in his weathered eyes.
A similar fiery red glint flashed in the eyes of Cyril and Klein, who were standing nearby.
Then Tobias's voice echoed directly in their hearts: "I have already completed the sacrifice ahead of time, so I can better unleash the power of this 'Conqueror' trait."
"Your Highness Azik, I need to borrow those undead from your underworld and draw them into my temporary legion so that I can directly mobilize their spirituality and power."
Azik: "Okay."
Klein curiously studied the team's internal "telepathic communication." These messages appeared very quickly, seemingly just a fleeting thought, and he could clearly distinguish who each message came from.
This is not about unrestricted, unreserved, and secretive communication that connects several minds, but rather about selectively transmitting one's own mental messages.
...It's like a chat group in a mysterious world, and you don't even need external tools like a phone or computer to operate it. You only need to think about it, which is both convenient and magical.
As his thoughts drifted, he discovered that a new perspective had appeared in his mind, and he immediately knew that this perspective came from Tobias's sharing.
Within this field of vision, the surrounding black became even blacker, and the red even redder, the colors as intense as an oil painting.
Centered on the ruined island not far away, the once blue and black sea was now tinged with the rusty red of iron and blood, stretching out and encompassing the location of the White Agate.
Below the ruined island and the sea, streaks of lava-like crimson outlined patterns resembling a heart, emitting red light in bursts, with a frequency close to a heartbeat.
Like a volcano gradually awakening from its slumber, or a terrifying monster reviving.
"This is..."
Klein's eyes widened, and his heart pounded.
Just seeing the scene made him feel the smell of gunpowder in his nose, and an irresistible impulse and courage surged in his heart.
Snapped!
A crisp snap of fingers rang in my ears, bringing with it a swirling, biting wind.
The cold stimulus brought Klein back to his senses.
He let out a soft breath, glanced at Sirion who was still holding on, and gave him a grateful look.
"You should stay on the ship and not spy on the battlefield, as this could bring you unnecessary danger."
Azik's voice gently echoed in my heart.
The next second, his figure appeared on the sea not far away, and he gently pushed forward with both hands.
A massive, bronze door, covered in mysterious patterns and filled with an indescribable scent, creaked and swayed as it appeared.
The moment the gate appeared, the churning sea suddenly fell silent, and the howling sea breeze also quieted down, as if even the surrounding seawater and flowing wind were slowly dying.
In this state, countless transparent, twisted, shrieking undead surged out from behind the bronze gate.
They either sank into the sea, merged into the wind, or clustered around Azik, as if worshipping their king.
In a cabin on the White Agate, Cyril snapped his fingers, creating a thunderous boom that snapped the silent passengers back to reality.
Most of the passengers who came to their senses were confused, only noticing that the light had dimmed considerably, the surroundings had become colder, and they felt physically exhausted.
In cabin 312 of first class, Danitz, who was sleeping in the servants' quarters, jumped out of bed in fright.
In the pitch-black room without the lights on, he felt as if countless eyes were staring at him, greedily scrutinizing him.
"Damn it, is this ship cursed by fate? One accident after another."
"No, I have to find Gehrman Sparrow. That guy is dangerous, but he's also very strong. Knowing his personality, he'll definitely attack any danger in the darkness first, which will make me relatively safe."
As he spoke, flames rose from his hand, condensing into a crimson fireball that illuminated the room.
As the darkness was illuminated, the ever-present, greedy gazes dissipated considerably, allowing him to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Without the slightest hesitation, he walked to the door, turned the handle, and entered the living room.
He then saw that Gehrman Sparrow's bedroom door was open, but there was no sign of him inside.
"Bullshit!"
"This guy actually abandoned me and secretly left?"
In the captain's cabin, Erlan was uneasy after being awakened by a sudden clap of thunder.
As a "sheriff," he could sense the situation in his "jurisdiction" to a certain extent, and now, he perceived that the White Agate was filled with an aura of evil, chaos, and death.
If it weren't for the fact that the "jurisdiction" was still in effect, he would have suspected that he had been silently transferred to a ghost ship. "Could it be related to him?"
As he whispered, he turned his head and looked slightly lost in thought in the direction of Sirion's room.
A moment later, he picked up his rifle, hung his straight sword on his waist, and left the captain's cabin.
At this moment, on the sea surface, whether it was a vengeful ghost or other undead creature, a crimson glint flashed deep in the depths of their eye sockets.
Tobias used the power of the "Conqueror" trait to become the "War Master," making all the undead, whether they appeared or not, who submitted to Azik Argus, members of his provisional legion.
Flames tinged with purple rose from his body, growing increasingly intense until they finally transformed into flames that were purple with a hint of blue.
In his eyes, the world around him was layering and converging, and the different anomalies eventually evolved into spheres of light of different colors, like dense spools of yarn.
This is the power from Cyren, the ability to observe at a dimensional level!
Soon, his gaze locked onto a rusty red sphere of light enveloped in a dense, liquid-like darkness, resembling countless microorganisms.
"I've found you."
Tobias slightly raised his hand, and a pale fire instantly ignited in his eyes.
In an instant, all life in this ocean began to slowly wither away, inevitably and irreversibly heading towards death.
At the same time, from behind the fully opened bronze gate, a phantom, dark, deep, undisturbed river, devoid of any ripples or signs of life, flowed out.
Azik summoned the projection of a tributary of the River Styx!
As the son of the Grim Reaper, he always has certain privileges in matters related to the underworld.
In that instant, not only the marine life, but the ocean itself was dying, inch by inch crossing the river called death, rushing toward the end of everything.
Cyril heard a faint creaking sound, as if the White Agate was making a sound of its hull rushing toward decay.
Azik's voice echoed slightly in his heart, and then he half-squatted down, placing his right hand on the floor.
The spiritual energy transformed into ethereal blue ripples that spread outwards, instantly dispelling the sense of decay that had gradually emerged on the White Agate, and it returned to its normal state.
In the ship's corridor, Airland wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. In that brief moment, he seemed to hear the mournful cry of the White Agate and see the ship and the future of everyone on board.
Call ~
"This is terrifying. Are there demigods fighting nearby? Has it affected the White Agate?"
After whispering, he quickened his pace and arrived at Sirion's room, raising his hand to knock on the door.
dong dong~
Klein glanced at Sirion, who was still half-squatting and had his hand on the floor, then turned and opened the door.
Upon seeing that it was Gehrman Sparrow who opened the door, Airland was surprised for a moment, then asked directly, "What's going on?"
Klein turned halfway around, looking towards the completely open balcony, and said in a tone as if answering a question about what he had for dinner, "Angels are at war."
(—;)
A bead of cold sweat, the size of a bean, seeped from Erlan's forehead, ran down his cheek, and chin, before dripping down.
After a long pause, he finally asked, "Is there any hope for us?"
Klein opened his mouth, but his voice was drowned out by the sounds from the distant sea, which resembled the eruption of several volcanoes and the falling of large meteorites.
Two enormous, fiery white-red balls, like the rising sun, stood out on the sea.
They seemed to be locked in a struggle, crushing each other, and scattering large amounts of sparks outwards.
Each falling spark brings an explosive sound, creating waves tens or even hundreds of meters high, while evaporating large amounts of seawater and creating a constantly rising, extremely hot white mist on the sea surface.
Cyril's voice echoed in Klein's heart through the team's telepathic communication: "You take over from me, I'll control the waves and stabilize the ship."
"Luckily, we recorded the extraordinary abilities of the 'Disaster Priest' beforehand, otherwise everyone on this ship would have been fish food today."
"it is good."
Klein responded in his mind, ignoring Ellan at the door. Relying on the "Clown's" balance, he steadied his body as the ship swayed, placed his right hand on the wall beside him, and let his spiritual energy spread out.
The decay that had spread because of Cyril's loosening of control was once again interrupted.
Cyril stepped onto the balcony, his eyes reflecting a phantom book that kept turning its pages.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, his spirituality surged, his woolen overcoat moved without wind, and sparkling starlight shimmered around him, as if he were surrounded by stars.
As he stretched out his hand and pushed his palm forward, the surging waves instantly froze and then collapsed silently.
The waves generated by the aftermath of the two Tobias's confrontation came one after another, but they would silently slow down as soon as they approached the waters around the White Agate, and then gradually collapse and dissipate, keeping the waves in this area within a safe range.
Klein's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at Sirion, who was surrounded by starlight... With sufficient spiritual support, the "Recorder" could be used as a demigod!
As a "Faceless Man," I feel this is very unfair...
As the thought crossed his mind, Cyril's voice echoed in his heart through the team's telepathic communication: "Don't complain, at least the Faceless Man wasn't hacked to pieces by Amon like the Fire-Stealer."
Klein: (:)
How did you know what I was thinking?
Cyril: "It's a guess, but knowing you as I do, it's not a guess."
Klein:
'
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"You can still be distracted? And what's this 'fire-stealer' you're talking about?"
Cyril: "You'll get used to it."
"To be honest, it's really cool to have a constant supply of spiritual energy to use extraordinary abilities at the demigod level."
"As for the fire-stealer," it is sequence 6 of the "thief" pathway, a pathway weakened by Amon through his unique authority.
"Thieves below the level of demigods are likely the weakest of the twenty-two extraordinary paths, without exception. Those above the level of demigods will have the potential and opportunity to ascend directly to the angelic king."
Klein:
"
It's a bit like hell.
As his thoughts wandered, he noticed that the sea ahead had been shrouded in a thick white fog, and within the fog's reach, spirituality and inspiration were greatly suppressed and weakened.
"This is?"
"The Fog of War"
"I manipulated the waves to push the boat further away."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sirion's expression suddenly became focused. He raised his hands, and the surging spiritual energy formed tangible ripples around him.
The White Agate suddenly rocked, and several meters high, deep blue-black water surged up from below, like a pair of giant hands reaching out from under the sea, pushing the ship away into the distance.
On Bansi Island, shrouded in thick fog, Azik's figure was outlined in the gradually heating air.
In front of him, Ince Zangwell, whose face had sprouted three faces and whose expression was ferocious and twisted, looked at him warily.
The dull-colored quill in his hand was rapidly writing the last line of mocking words: "The struggle between the two Tobias has reached a stalemate, and Azik Eggers has decided to come to Bansie, who senses the presence of the evil spirit, to check the situation and find a way out."
"He hadn't expected that the evil spirit he sensed had possessed Ince Zangwill, who, as the former gatekeeper, had become a demigod and was undoubtedly the perfect vessel for the evil spirit to escape its birthplace."
"What a strange fate!"
Upon noticing the 0-08 action, Ince Zangwell's ferocious expression softened.
Azik also put immense pressure on the evil spirit residing within him, allowing him to regain some control over his body.
He caused the surrounding darkness to surge like a tide, creating and extending countless hair-like threads, both hindering Azik and holding 0—
08's right hand quickly wrote a line of words on the hem of his clothes: "The angelic-level battle that broke out here attracted the attention of a powerful spirit being who happened to be passing by. It sympathized with Ince Zangwell, who was in multiple predicaments, and decided to help him leave."
After writing the last word, he gave up fighting the evil spirit inside him and temporarily handed his body over to its control.
He was no match for Azik and could only let the evil spirit within him, whose origins were far from simple, fight in his place.
As Ince Zangwill's will waned, the two scars on his face, resembling lips, suddenly parted, emitting a hoarse voice: "Damn it, how come there are angels from the realm of death here?"
"No, His condition is incorrect; He only possesses the power of a Saint."
"That's enough to restrain us!"
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