piratefiction Chapter 529: The Wind Has Risen
Chapter 529: The Wind Has Risen
“Gunshot.”
Harvey immediately stood up and took out the coffin from the Spatial Card, urging Alice to get up.
“Internal strife? Invasion?” Igor frowned slightly. “Unless they’re coming to rescue us specifically, this incident will only delay our escape. As long as that leader questions us about the Blood Moon Gospel’s technical system at some point, the three of us sanctuary sorcerers will easily find an opportunity to escape. If that leader ends up being distracted by the chaos and forgets about us, or if she simply dies, we’ll be stuck here indefinitely.”
Ashe murmured, “Stuck here indefinitely...”
“Are you scared?”
“I was just thinking, if we have to live here for years, how will we divide the territories?” Ashe asked. “Will it be three equal parts or four equal parts?”
“We have only three people, why would we...” Igor started to say, but then noticed Alice looking at him and fell silent.
“If we’re staying for a long time, I’d want a research area,” Harvey said seriously. “Also, there needs to be space for maintaining and modifying Alice.”
“Even if you have space, where will you get the materials?”
Harvey seemed puzzled. “Aren’t we all materials?”
Igor was at a loss, unsure whether to first argue, “We’re not; it’s just you,” or “Why would you take materials from living people?” Each time Igor thought he understood Harvey’s limits, he found Harvey silently managing to reach new breakthroughs, eternally youthful and always moved to tears.
“In that case, I need a bathtub,” Ashe raised his hand. “Not bathing is unbearable.”
Igor couldn’t contain it anymore: “Even if you had space, where would you get a bathtub?”@@@@
Ashe pointed to the coffin.
Harvey thought for a moment. “It’s doable, as long as it’s dried afterwards, Alice won’t mind.”
Igor suddenly felt a bit out of place. “Are you serious!?”
“If we’re stuck here for days, Igor, would you bathe?”
“Of course, I’d... bathe!” Igor tugged at the corners of his mouth and joined the conversation with resignation. “In that case, I suggest we hang a curtain for personal privacy!”
“No way,” Ashe, Harvey, and Alice all objected together.
“Why? You can discuss these ridiculous ideas, but you all reject my reasonable proposal?”
“Because there’s no space left, with the bathtub and research area,” Ashe spread his hands. “We’ll definitely have to sleep crammed together. We might even have to share blankets, and you still want a curtain?” ŗΆꞐΟВÊS
“On second thought, we can all fly, so we don’t have to be confined to the small ground area.” Ashe stood up and patted the padded wall. “For example, we could attach furniture to this wall, and then-“
With a muffled explosion, the padded wall shattered. Ashe stepped back, raising his hand to block the dust, and saw a figure appear in the hole. He quickly drew the Honey Sword and stood with the others.
Igor and Harvey were also on high alert. Alice hugged Harvey from behind, and the Ghost King Shackles on Harvey’s hands glowed green, ready to merge. Igor hid behind Ashe, his lips slightly parted, as a Mental Scream gathered at his throat.
Their tension was understandable because the visitor was truly bizarre.
He wore a menacing, sharp raven mask and a cloak woven from what looked like hair. A necklace made of nails hung around his neck, and he wore a black and red jacket that reeked of blood. His chain belt held various tools like a hand axe, dagger, darts, and rope, and his black steel boots were covered in spikes.
This appearance would not pass scrutiny even in a TV drama in the Gospel, and even in Blood Moon, it was considered an extremely avant-garde postmodern style, the kind that would secure the top spot in the Blood Moon Tribunal.
“Is the First Gospel here?” a deep voice emerged from behind the raven mask.
Ashe asked, “Why are you looking for him?”
“You find me real because you’re seeing a reflection of yourself in me,” the quiet girl smiled. “Following that logic, do you think everyone around you is fake?”
“Exactly.”
“So, are you really going to use that thing?” The quiet girl looked around. “Eighty percent of the people here are sorcerers. The Four Pillars Cult’s elite forces in the Tribulation Fire Zone are all here, and Mercury Trojan Horse is definitely going to hate you for this.”
“I’m not staying in the Four Pillars Cult anyway. If she’s got guts, she can come after me.”
With that, Silver Lantern pulled out a crystal skull key from her pocket. She infused it with spellforce, pushed it forward as if inserting it into an invisible keyhole, and turned it clockwise, resulting in a crisp ‘click’ sound. Lines of light spread out in the air, finally forming a Holographic Screen.
This was Silver Lantern’s greatest find over the years-the Gray Fox Heritage!
One of the auxiliary cultivation tools used by sorcerers in that glorious era!
“Welcome to the Dragon Blood Cultivation System, esteemed user!”
“User not logged in. Would you like to log in now? As a guest, you can experience only one type of Primary Dragon Blood. Remaining system uses: 1/3.”
“...User data collected!”
“...Environmental data collected!”
“Please select the dragon blood factor you wish to refine: 1 Silver Dragon Blood 2 Golden Dragon Blood (locked) 3 Color Dragon Blood (locked) 4...”
“Silver Dragon Blood selected!”
“Please confirm the life energy collection range. Note: It is recommended to use Blade Fish Dragon, Foxlamp Dragon, or other virtual realm creatures as the source of life energy.”
A map of the surroundings appeared on the Holographic Screen, with a movable, diminutive red circle. Silver Lantern expanded the circle to cover the entire hospital camp and confirmed the selection.
“Basic life energy required for 1 drop of Silver Dragon Blood: 100 units. Current life energy within the collection range: 54,111,300 units. Total Silver Dragon Blood that can be refined: 541,113 drops.”
“Warning: Detected energy from some life units resembling intelligent creatures. Continue?”
“Confirm to continue. The Dragon Blood Cultivation System will conduct three safety checks.”
“...No formal citizens detected.”
“...No formal citizens detected.”
“...No formal citizens detected.”
“Commencing cultivation. Please remain still while the system refines and transfuses your blood.”
The wind has risen.
It brushed the back of the cultist’s neck, taking away all his energy, leaving only a withered body and a weakened soul. A new Whirlpool formed, gentle yet cruel, as one by one, the cultists closed their eyes in exhaustion, sorcerers fell in the virtual realm, and everything became silvery energy converging around Silver Lantern.
The Whirlpool grew larger, capturing not just the bonfire but the houses, kitchens, extending to the camp’s edge, until the largest camp in the Tribulation Fire Zone was ensnared.
“This scale of death would rank in the top ten even in my history,” the quiet girl remarked. “It’s rare to snuff out so many lives at once.”
“Compared to eternity in the virtual realm, a moment in reality is merely an illusion,” Silver Lantern said. “Death is not an eternal slumber, but waking from a dream.”
“If they’re returning to their homeland,” Silver Lantern smiled slightly, “they might as well leave everything to me.”