piratefiction Chapter 255 Monocular
Chapter 255 Monocular
Chapter 255 Monocular
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The bishop of the deep blue church had metallic-looking skin cracked with crisscrossing fissures of varying sizes, from which hurricanes and flames constantly erupted, weaving together to form the image of a terrifying giant.
As the flames grew denser, Cyril felt as if the giant, amidst the intertwined flames before him, had come to life, its gaze, imbued with an overwhelming will, falling upon him.
Then his heart suddenly raced, and all sorts of extreme, negative emotions arose.
His nose twitched slightly as he smelled the gunpowder and saw patches of rust the size of fingernails appearing on his body.
Pollution from the "Weather God"!
When the body is in another dimension, it can be isolated from most of the harm from reality, but pollution is not among those harms.
This is not only pollution from the "God of Weather," but also pollution seeping out from the "City of Calamity."
As his thoughts drifted, an inexplicable impulse rose within him, making him irritable and unable to control himself. He desperately wanted to escape his current dimension, to confront the figure formed by the intertwined flames, and to destroy it.
That's what he thought, and that's what he did.
His wing-like, membrane-like wings fluttered slightly behind him, and his figure began to solidify from the ethereal.
The giant, wreathed in flames, dragged a long spear, its white hue tinged with blue amidst the raging wind and flames, and hurled it at him.
A frantic surge of spiritual intuition and a sense of danger brought Cyril back to his senses from his extreme emotional turmoil. Then he saw the long, blazing white spear that filled his entire field of vision and was still growing larger.
Just as he was about to be struck by a long spear and return to reality, an angel with twelve pairs of silver wings suddenly appeared in his field of vision, enveloping him with layers of wings.
Above the scorched, blackened forest, where flames swelled, the phantom of a gigantic, silvery-white serpent appeared.
It opened its blood-red mouth and gently bit its own tail, forming a complete, counter-clockwise, mercury-silver wheel.
It was as if the silver light emanating from the ceaseless flow of fate was causing everything around to rewind.
Cyril's solid body became ethereal again, and the mottled, rusty patches the size of fingernails on his body shrank and then disappeared.
The long spear, a fiery white tinged with blue from the interplay of wind and flame, also retracted and then disintegrated.
Then the terrifying giant figure formed by intertwined flames gradually disappeared, and the cracks and metallic signs on the Deep Blue Church bishop's body also returned to normal, and his aura continued to decline.
The dark, swirling mist that had formed a slow, rotating vortex retreated back into the ground.
Everything returned to how it was when Cyril and the bishop of the Deep Blue Church first confronted each other.
Klein's voice echoed in his ears:
"If you can't beat them, just run. The corpse of the 'Mercury Serpent' is gone."
Cyril nodded slightly, his body rapidly solidifying as his eyes reflected a phantom, ever-turning book: "I came, I saw, I recorded."
After a brief chant, his figure suddenly twisted like a demon, cracking open and spewing out scorching flames, blood-red lightning, frost, mist, and other things full of destruction and devastation.
They transformed into weapons such as swords and spears, shooting towards the deep blue church bishop who was being lifted up by the gale.
A mutated version of "long-range bombing" from the evil spirit Medici Soren Einhorn!
鸣~
The wind around him suddenly intensified, forming an ever-expanding transparent barrier around the bishop of the deep blue church, attempting to deflect the weapons aimed at him, each one imbued with a sense of destruction and devastation.
His attempt was unsuccessful; the violent and fierce wind only slightly slowed the speed of these dangerous "weapons," but could not truly stop their attack.
The next instant, a blazing white-blue flame erupted from his body, and then his entire being transformed into pure flame, which then split and shot out in different directions.
Seeing this, Cyril manipulated the "weapons" conjured by "remote bombardment" to change direction and chase after the split flames.
In an instant, flames flew, spun, collided, and exploded in the sky above this forest where scorched black and green intertwined.
However, the Deep Blue Church Bishop's "Flame Transformation" was more flexible than his "Remote Bombing," and he was unable to block all the flames that the opponent had spread out.
As a result, the conjured "weapons" exploded as soon as they got a little closer, setting off bursts of fire in the forest.
Amidst the rumbling sounds, bursts of scorching and dazzling flames erupted from all around, raising clouds of dust. In some places, bursts of lightning flashed, or frost spread.
In less than half a minute, he had turned over the entire area in the forest, where the scorched black and green hues intertwined, resembling a strange vortex, leaving it in ruins and losing its original ritual effect.
Several blazing white and bluish flames coalesced and reformed the bishop's body.
He was not physically harmed, but after Cyril extinguished most of his split flames, his aura and spirituality weakened to some extent.
The moment the other party appeared, a glint of electricity flashed in Cyrien's eyes.
"Mental piercing!"
The attack on the mental and spiritual levels caused the bishop's eyes to briefly glaze over and his mind to become disoriented.
The image of that illusory, slowly turning book reappeared in Sirion's eyes.
He slightly opened his mouth, mimicking the sound of a gunshot.
boom! boom! boom!
Air bullets shot out, landing on the opponent's chest, shoulders, and neck, splattering bright red blood.
At the same time, he threw several blank sheets of paper as if they were throwing knives.
The extraordinary ability of "drawing paper as weapons" transforms ordinary paper into sharp throwing knives, deadly enough to most extraordinary individuals.
Cry!
A gust of wind swept through, blowing the paper knife that Cyril had shot out off course.
The bishop of the deep blue church was surrounded by a raging wind, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred as he looked at him. Then his body was set ablaze again, splitting into multiple streams of blazing white and blue flames.
Cyril gazed calmly at the flames, his right thumb lightly rubbing the brass ring on his index finger, a flicker of electricity flashing in his eyes.
The scattered flames paused eerily in mid-air for a moment, then suddenly changed direction and fled into the distance.
The illusory, slowly turning pages of the book were once again reflected in Sirion's eyes, but he was interrupted by the sudden feeling of being stared at.
He frowned. The gaze felt familiar; it was from the "Weather God," who was hiding somewhere.
He turned around following his spiritual intuition and saw a charred body struggling to get up from the ground.
They were the believers he had killed earlier; their bodies had been charred and burned during his battle with the bishop.
Now it seems to have become the "conquered" soldiers.
"Our...deal...conditions..."
"You...leave..."
It seemed that because the charred corpse had lost the ability to speak normally, it could only utter a few words with difficulty and intermittently by rubbing the air.
"trade?"
Cyril looked thoughtfully at the charred corpse in front of him.
After a moment's hesitation, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a monocle, and slowly brought it to his right eye.
"That's interesting, but I refuse your deal."
Before he could finish speaking, the charred corpse suddenly lost its special properties, fell to the ground, and its carbonized body was smashed into pieces.
Slightly taken aback by the "God of Weather's" decisiveness, he then muttered to himself:
"It seems that Amon has quite a reputation among these angels."
"I think so too."
Suddenly a voice answered him, and Cyril turned his head sharply to see another charred corpse getting up from the ground.
It gave Cyril a somewhat creepy smile, then reached into the air and pulled out a monocle, putting it over its right eye.
Then he looked up at the top of Cyril's head, waving his charred, withered hand as if greeting the air:
"We meet again, Mr. 'The Fool'?"
Above the gray fog, Klein, experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions, immediately severed the connection established by the prayer lights.
...Although it's not very nice, it's just that guy who wears a monocle to scare people for no reason.
It's scary enough, but it even lured out the real Amon!
If it weren't for the fact that the corpse left behind by the "Mercury Serpent" above the gray fog after its restart had dissipated after its power was drained, he really wanted to throw down another paper angel to rewind everything.
On Banshee Island, the charred corpse wearing a monocle looked at Cyrien and said mockingly:
"It seems your 'Fool' has abandoned you and run away."
Sir Ryan: