fantasy novels Chapter 262 Both Arrogant and Mentally Defiant
Chapter 262 Both Arrogant and Mentally Defiant
Chapter 262 Both Arrogant and Mentally Defiant
After the dream returned to calm, Cyril looked at the water level at the chest of the terrifying giant, which seemed to have risen slightly again. He frowned slightly, then calmly shook his head and said:
"I was just offering a friendly reminder."
"Goodwill?" The terrifying giant scoffed.
Cyril nodded and said, "Of course, it wouldn't benefit me at all if you were eliminated by the Church of Storms."
"Moreover, the lady in the mirror world has already paid the fee."
He wanted to take out the "Red Priest" card to prove it, but then he remembered that this was a dream, and not even his own dream, so he gave up and continued:
"Of course, if possible, I would also like to obtain the extraordinary trait of the War Bishop from you."
"After all, I took a big risk by choosing to help you at this time."
"I was already on the Storm Church's wanted list, and if I'm still in Banshee at this point, they might just take care of me when they're dealing with you."
"Ha. Greedy humans."
The terrifying giant and his reflection both let out a disdainful sneer.
Ignoring his mockery, Sirion continued:
"So do you agree? If not, I'm leaving Banshee right now. I don't want to be baptized by the lightning of the Lord of Storms."
After a brief silence, the terrifying giant and his reflection nodded in unison: "Yes."
"But it must be under the witness of the City of Calamity, and that ancient dragon must swear an oath that he will not take advantage of the situation to affect me or destroy any of my arrangements in Banshee."
Sirion nodded immediately: "No problem."
After he and the "God of Weather" reached an agreement, the dark fog that had always covered the dream sky suddenly dissipated, and then Erdfana, who had been hovering outside the dream, flapped its wings and flew in.
With Erdfana's appearance, Cyril felt that the air in the dream had improved; it was no longer scorching and acrid, and no longer stirred up emotions.
Boom!
A dark, square stone tablet suddenly emerged from beneath the lake, like a sharp sword pointing straight to the sky.
The terrifying giant, engulfed in blackish-purple flames, soared into the sky along with the stone tablet, displaying an unprecedentedly terrifying aura.
The gale swirled around His feet, supporting the pool's body. An exaggerated thunderstorm roared above His head, accompanied by hail, snowflakes, flames, and rain. The entire dreamland was shaking, cracking, and spewing out scorching red magma.
Cyril's face darkened as he glared at the "Weather God" who had suddenly created such a spectacle in mid-air, behind whom pairs of wing-like membranes, tinged with starlight and resembling dragonfly wings, appeared.
With the flapping of his wings, he rose into the air and became ethereal, as if existing between existence and non-existence, thereby avoiding the effects of extreme weather and natural disasters.
Erdfana hovered high in the sky, doing nothing, and the natural disasters simply vanished when they reached him.
The "God of Weather" fixed a sharp gaze on Erdfana, who remained in a dragon pose, and spoke in a majestic, overlapping voice:
"Speak your vow, so that even in my dreams, in the City of Calamity, it may be heard and answered."
Erdfana's pale gold vertical pupils reflected the image of the "Weather God." He shook his head almost imperceptibly, then spoke in a low, husky voice:
"Under the witness of the vast world of spirits and the city of calamity..."
In the meeting room beneath the Deep Blue Church in Bansi Port.
Arne Courtman stood directly in front of the conference table, frowning as he looked at the paintings pieced together from scraps of paper spread out on the table.
Besides the paintings he tore down with the wind in the hotel, there were also paintings that the Punishers tore down from the bulletin board next to the flower square outside the church, paintings found in the ruins of the telegraph office, and paintings that Cyril had found elsewhere and spread.
Because they had all been damaged, these paintings no longer possessed their original extraordinary effects; both their appearance and their contents were quite ordinary.
Niccolò, whose face was covered with a thick beard, sighed inwardly, then hesitated before stepping forward:
"Lord Aquaman," these are all the paintings we can find on the island.
"They are scattered without any pattern, as if they were all painted by that wandering painter and then casually given away. These paintings did not have any negative impact on the owners."
"Um."
Arne Courtman looked at him and said succinctly, "Speak."
Nicolo paused to gather his thoughts, then continued:
"After conducting a statistical analysis, we discovered the only commonality among those who received the paintings."
"They are all more or less connected to the bloody rituals that have secretly taken root on the island, including, for example, the painting in the church, which likely points to the missing Bishop Miller."
"That mysterious wandering painter seems to have come for the island's bloody rituals from the start, and it appears that he and the 'weather god' are enemies."
Arne Cortman shook his head slightly and corrected him:
"Not missing, but defected!"
"He and the weather god may not necessarily be enemies; perhaps he is just using them to conceal his true purpose."
"According to intelligence gathered from the Roside Islands, since his appearance in Bansie, many people have been inquiring about information about this place, either openly or covertly."
A unique mirror world, in a field with a large stone monument standing upright.
Cyrion, whose body was transparent and in a spirit form, and Erdfana, who had disguised himself as a human again, stood side by side in front of the square stone monument stained with mottled rust.
The black iron chains swayed and rattled.
The bound "Weather God" shrank rapidly, and in a second or two, He became a human of normal size.
He was estimated to be over 1.8 meters tall, with long, dark red hair, a bronze complexion, and striking, handsome features, clearly belonging to the race of the Southern Continent.
He wore only a thin, dark robe, and his exposed chest was covered with scars of varying depths. This did not detract from his demeanor; rather, it gave him a powerful and violent beauty.
The change in his size did not free him from the dark chains; it merely caused them to shrink as well, continuing to wrap around him.
Cyril stared curiously at the "Weather God" who had revealed his true form.
As a qualified "painter", he could tell that this was not a disguised human form like Erdfana, but His original form.
The "weather god" that dwells on Bansi Island is not a naturally born mythical creature.
However, it seems reasonable. Since he was worshipped by the descendants of the Medici family, he must have come to Banshee after the Medici family's fall, and perhaps he was promoted during that time.
Perhaps they wanted to explore the secrets of the Medici family here, or perhaps they intended to protect them for some reason. In any case, after arriving here, they were corrupted by the "City of Calamity" and eventually fell into an uncontrollable situation.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw the "Weather God," now in human form, speaking to Erdfana with a displeased expression:
"Please hurry up, I don't want to spend another second with that stupid and cowardly version of myself."
Erdfana didn't seem to care about his attitude and explained calmly:
"I will first separate the two personalities within you, and then separate the past personality from the identity you once had."
"This requires your cooperation. I don't know anything about your past, so I need you to tell me which part of your identity I need to separate from."
"After you separate, you will both be independent individuals, and even death will not affect the other."
The "Weather God" slightly raised his chin:
"Ha, of course I know. I'm not one of those ignorant angels who hide away from the world."
"I am ready. If you are not ready yet, I can first separate out the extraordinary characteristics of the War Bishop."
Erdfana nodded slightly: "Okay."
Cyril quickly interjected, "I want something that hasn't been contaminated."
"Ha, no." The "God of Weather" shook his head dismissively.
"I have served my Lord with all my heart, and naturally, my body, spirit, and extraordinary characteristics will bear the mark of my Lord."
"Even if it's the foolish and cowardly version of me that will separate from this Gu Long."
"Your deal with Him is just another attempt at self-deception on His part. In the end, He will return here and become a part of me."
"Of course, you've taken a portion of the extraordinary characteristics of a 'War Bishop' from me, and also gained the aura bestowed by my Lord. You're not at a loss."
He paused, then added:
"If it weren't for the sudden intervention of the Lord of Storms, I could have slowly erased that foolish and cowardly part of myself."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "What kind of being is this 'Lord' you speak of?"
A flicker of impatience crossed the "God of Weather's" eyes, but thinking of finally shedding his former cowardly self, he patiently explained:
"Don't you already know? 'Cataclysmic Disaster,' 'The Root of All Calamity,' a symbol of the very origin of war!"
"More than once, people have tried to steal my Lord's power, but whether it was Alistair or Salinger of the Southern Continent, they all ultimately met tragic ends."
"That's amazing!" Sirion praised at the opportune moment.
The "Weather God" nodded approvingly, then stretched out a hand, letting his nails gleam with a metallic sheen, and with a slight force, scratched his own chest.
A large amount of scalding hot blood, oozing light and heat like molten lava, flowed out from the wound.
These bloods were drawn together by an invisible force, converging on his chest and gradually intertwining to eventually form a phantom core interwoven with red flames and black metal.
This strangely shaped heart had just taken shape when He casually tossed it to Cyrien.
In his spirit form, Cyril was exasperated. With difficulty, he reached out and caught the heart, then tossed it to Erdfana, who was standing nearby.
The "strength" of a spirit is very limited; it takes a lot of mental effort just to pick up something that is too heavy.
Generally speaking, spirits take things by containing them in their spirit form, but this is a unique characteristic of something that has been contaminated, is incompatible with itself, and has not yet been sealed.
The only difference between using a spirit to contain it and drinking a poisonous potion is how quickly and how gruesomely you die.
Seeing the "Weather God" secretly smirking to himself, Cyril was certain that the guy had done it on purpose, but...
...This looks like a primary school student who has just finished playing a prank. Will being contaminated affect their intelligence?
It may also be a unique characteristic of the "City of Calamity" that the power of the "Red Priest" will naturally make the people around her become arrogant, while the "Witch" has an ancestral love brain.
Therefore, after being corrupted by the "City of Calamity," which possesses characteristics of both "hunter" and "witch," the "God of Weather" became both arrogant and mentally deficient.
As he drifted into thought, Erdfana placed a hand on the forehead of the "Weather God," and his pale golden eyes instantly turned back into vertical pupils.
Immediately afterwards, a transparent figure, nine-tenths similar to the "God of Weather," but younger, separated from Him.
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