piratefiction Chapter 284 Shock
Chapter 284 Shock
Chapter 284 Shock
Cyril instinctively turned his head to look in the direction the shadow on the ground had come from.
A tall, heavy suit of silver armor came rushing towards them.
Its left shoulder, diagonally downwards, was stained with a large patch of congealed blood. In it, Sirion saw a rich spirituality and a madness that time could not erase.
Klein's gaze swept briefly over the suddenly appearing bloodstained silver armor, then he said in a deep voice, "These are the sealed artifacts of the Church of the Night, numbered 1-42. They were specifically moved from elsewhere to deal with the Apostles of Desire. They're very dangerous. You should leave immediately."
After saying that, he ended the summoning and disappeared from the spot.
Feeling the gaze of that blood-stained silver armor upon him, Cyril's spiritual intuition frantically warned that an unpredictable attack would slice him to pieces in the next second.
Suppressing the flutter in his heart, he smiled and asked, "Can you pretend you didn't see it and let me take his special ability?"
Oh!
Fine, silvery-white swords erupted from his body, blooming like a sword flower, slicing him into pieces from the inside out.
Instead of shedding flesh and blood, Cyril's dismembered figure shattered into countless paper scraps stained with paint.
Not far away, the darkness that had always shrouded the corner of the wall fell like a curtain, revealing Cyril's figure.
He curled the corners of his lips into a smile as he watched the blood-stained silver-armored figure attack without uttering a word. He then pulled a monocle from his pocket and brought it to his eyes.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then fell silent.
Immediately, Cyril felt an inexplicable sense of relief as he fully absorbed the "Master of Tricks" trait included in the extraordinary ability he had used when he was promoted to "Record Officer".
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a phantom, slowly floating book was reflected in his eyes.
snort!
A somewhat aged, angry snort suddenly rang in his ears.
At the same time, he discovered that the extraordinary ability he was about to use had vanished into thin air.
"Don't scare me, or I'll get scared and actually put my monocle on."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a dense burst of fine, silvery-white swords erupted from his body once more.
With a ripping sound, his body turned into a pale yellow paper figure, which was cut into pieces by the sharp, silver-white slender sword.
A dozen meters away, Cyril's figure reappeared, the illusory book in his eyes flipping through the pages. Before the next burst of silver-white rapier, he "flashed" away from the sewer area.
Inside his blood-stained silver armor, Leonard lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Old man, was he talking to you just now?"
The moment he saw the man take out his monocle, he felt an unprecedented terror, no less than when facing the offspring of an evil god, a terror about to erupt from within him, which caused his movements and thoughts to freeze briefly.
That feeling only lasted for a very brief moment, as if it were all just his illusion.
But the lingering palpitations made him realize that his feelings were real; the old man parasitizing his body seemed to have encountered some problems, though they were quickly resolved.
After a brief silence, an old and weary voice echoed in his ear: "Your colleagues are here."
Then came the sound of footsteps behind him, and the red-gloved woman following behind the blood-stained silver armor arrived late.
At this moment, Cyril, who had "flashed" out onto the ground, looked around to make sure there was no danger and that the old man inside Leonard's body had not retaliated against him. He then let out a soft breath.
"If my spiritual intuition is not wrong, the old man should have been so emotionally agitated that he almost lost control just now."
The sudden digestion of the "Master of Tricks" trait within me is proof of that; I even feel like I could drink a few more bottles of "Master of Tricks" potion and they would melt in my mouth.
After muttering a few words, he approached a reflective glass window, reached out and pressed it, opening a "door" to the world in the mirror.
On the other side, Klein, having completed the ritual summoning, returned directly to the palace above the gray fog.
Instead of leaving the palace above the gray fog immediately, he chose to first communicate with the "Apostle of Desire".
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After killing the "Apostle of Desire," he immediately collected the apostle's spirit, which was easy for him while he was still in a spirit form.
"It's so convenient to have someone help clean up the mess. Hmm, he should be out of there safely by now, right?"
He paused, then conjured a gold coin and tossed it into the air with a clang.
After performing a simple divination to confirm that Cyril was now safe, he used the power of the gray mist to summon the remnant spirit of the "Apostle of Desire".
Gazing at the brown-haired, brown-eyed, vacant spirit before him, he extended his spirituality and inquired, "What is your true motive?"
After completing the psychic communication and leaving the gray fog, Klein suppressed his renewed cheerful mood, left the Kragg Club, and returned to his home at 15 Minsk Street.
As soon as he entered, he saw Cyril sitting at the dining table, eating lunch that he had brought back from a restaurant.
The aroma of food in the air, coupled with the agonizing hunger pangs in his stomach, instantly extinguished his good mood: "You didn't even prepare one for me?"
Cyril looked at him with some surprise: "Given your personality, shouldn't you have had your free lunch at the Kragg Club before coming back?"
"If you think you're about to become incredibly rich, then I'm sorry, I didn't obtain the Sequence 5 trait extracted from the Apostle of Desire."
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"Don't have that kind of stereotype about me."
He paused, then sat down on the other side of the table, his expression serious. "I just communicated with the 'Apostle of Desire' and learned some information from him."
"You said before that you wouldn't get involved in the battle between me and that Apostle of Desire," because you are both...
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Shhh!
Cyril put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
"Don't say it directly."
"Furthermore, that Apostle of Desire isn't considered one of us; he was merely a hitman hired after most of the members agreed."
"I didn't participate in the fight because I didn't want this to turn into a case of someone refusing to pay and then double-crossing me, since he did a great job completing the mission."
Klein nodded, then continued, "Was it the same with the previous 'Hurricane Admiral' Zilingus?"
"Why are you so obsessed with assassinating Duke Negan?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "Zilingus is one of us; this Apostle of Desire is merely a contracted assassin."
"As for the purpose of assassinating Duke Negan, it was of course to make the development of the times conform to expectations."
"This is the mission of our organization. They will constantly interfere with the course of history to suit their own needs, so as to achieve their goals at a certain point."
Klein frowned and continued, "But what does this have to do with Duke Negan? He's hindering the historical progress your organization needs?"
Xireen swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of sweet iced tea, and then said, "Because he is the leader of the Conservative Party in the Kingdom of Rune, and the brother of the current Prime Minister."
"Because what He needs, the right historical tide, is a war that sweeps across the North and South continents."
"...War?" Klein frowned and muttered, pressing for an answer: "Why?"
Cyril shook his head slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Perhaps, it is a ritual."
"The Red Priestess?"
Klein immediately thought of the "Red Priest" card he had seen before. The ritual of the "Red Priest" in the "Conqueror" promotion sequence 0 is to start a war that sweeps across the continent and achieve enough victory.
Cyril shook his head slightly: "It's different. The 'Red Priest' needs to achieve sufficient victories in war."
"But our organization was clearly more inclined to behind-the-scenes planning and guidance than to fight on the front lines. It just so happened that the era that needed it was war."
He paused, then added, "It's also possible that war is the most likely of all the possible trends of the times."
Klein nodded, then fell silent.
Having finished lunch, Cyril leaned back in his chair and casually asked, "How's digestion of your 'Magician' potion?"
Klein half-closed his eyes, carefully sensed it for a moment, and then replied, "Almost there. Once the effects of this matter have taken hold, perhaps we can completely digest the last bit of the potion."
Cyril smiled, then turned his head toward the door as if sensing something: "Someone delivered a letter to you. It should be from your detective friends. The last bit of progress you needed has arrived."
Klein paused for a moment, then his spiritual intuition sensed that someone was lingering outside the door. The person left quickly, as if someone really was delivering a message to him.
He looked at Sirion with some surprise, who waved his hand slightly, his eyes reflecting a phantom book that was slowly turning the pages.
The "Apostle of Desire" is dead. The previous agreement has been fulfilled, and I must go and do my own thing.
As he spoke, streaks of brilliant starlight flew out from the void, quickly outlining and reassembling behind him a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
Watching Sirion teleport away, Klein couldn't help but sigh, "What a convenient ability."
He paused, looked at the lunchbox and food scraps on the table, and remained speechless.
"You should at least clean up the mess you left behind!"
The underground area of St. George's Quarter, St. Hillland Church.
Ikonser put down the cup of bitter coffee without sugar or honey and looked at the antique silver mirror placed on the table in front of him.
After mentally preparing himself, he reached out and gently stroked the silver mirror watch placed on the table three times, witnessed by several members of the Mechanical Heart.
"Your Excellency Arodes, my question is: what are the true identities of the rogue Black Emperor, who killed the Apostle of Desire in the sewers, and his companions?"
On the dark, silvery surface, ripples spread out in layers, and it took a while for the corresponding scene to emerge:
A figure shrouded in starlight, strolling through a deep, dark world reflected in a mirror.
As they looked at the image displayed in the mirror, the figure in the mirror suddenly looked up and stared at them.
Then, a pitch-black darkness enveloped the surface of the mirror, and all the images disappeared.
After a long while, ripples spread across the mirror surface again, creating a new image.
This time, the figure appeared wearing full black armor, a black crown, and a matching cloak fluttering behind him.
The Robin Hood "Black Emperor"!
He appeared suddenly in the darkness, and then disappeared just as suddenly.
Then the mirror returned to its deep, dark state, revealing a series of bright red, seemingly flowing blood-red words from the ancient Fussacks: "What color underwear do you like?"
Looking at the words on the mirror, Ikonser's face suddenly flushed red. After hesitating for a moment, he managed to utter a single word: "Red."
In the suddenly eerily quiet room, Iconsor dejectedly ran his hand through his loose, curly hair and continued, "Your Excellency Arodes, my second question is, who, or rather, which faction, instructed the 'Apostle of Desire' to assassinate Duke Negan?"
The dark surface of the silver mirror fell silent again. After a while, ripples spread out, creating a scene resembling an oil painting.
That was the scene when the sun was about to set, and the afterglow of the sunset bathed the vast earth.