fantasy novels Chapter 115 I'm still too kind.
Chapter 115 I'm still too kind.
Chapter 115 I'm still too kind.
Above the gray fog, inside the magnificent and ancient palace.
Klein sat in the "Fool's" seat and was so astonished by the sight of Cyril's high-frequency "flash" and "space-tearing" maneuvers in reality, his jaw nearly turning white.
"This is impressive. Is this the ability of a high-sequence 'apprentice'?"
"How did he manage to do it? Was it a powerful sealing artifact from the 'Apprentice' path, or some secret about him?"
As he was talking to himself, he saw the image in the prayer light suddenly darken, as if a lightless curtain had been drawn over it, making it impossible to see the specific content.
"What happened?"
Klein jumped up from his seat in surprise. This was the first time he had encountered something that could interfere with the perspective of the prayer lights above the gray fog. "Was it Cyril's doing, or the evil god behind that blank scroll?"
"If it's the former, how did he manage to do it, and what is he trying to hide? If it's the latter...:"
After a brief silence, Klein reached out and conjured his usual citrine pendant. Regardless of who was causing the interference from the prayer light, he had to react accordingly.
In reality, Cyril had a hidden spoon "clone" use a "shadow" trick.
After influencing Klein's vision above the gray fog by relying on its own status and the secret-keeping ability of the demigod-level "Black Curtain," the "clone" that had just torn apart the blank scroll immediately reached out to grab the void in front of it.
After a difficult struggle, he pulled out a transparent sphere made of thin, wing-like membranes, like those of a dragonfly, from the void.
As he gripped the "sphere" with a slight tightening of his hand.
Clap!
After the illusory sound, the sphere composed of countless wing-shaped transparent membranes shattered into countless faint points of light, which were drawn into his body.
The next second, all the figures of Cyril that had "flashed" out disappeared at the same time, leaving only the one that had absorbed the power from the blank scroll.
He stood there blankly, his eyes reflecting a constantly shifting, dazzling starry sky enveloped in chaotic colors.
He only came to his senses when the figure sitting deep in the gray fog reappeared before his eyes.
"Phew~"
Coming to his senses, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully to the figure that had appeared before him, expressing his gratitude:
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Fool."
Above the gray fog, "The Fool" Klein responded mysteriously and leisurely:
"Astrology is not omnipotent; revelation is merely a result, and the process leading to that result is complex and ever-changing."
"I understand." Sirion nodded slightly.
...It's just that the primal, instinctive impulse is hard to suppress. The moment I saw the power emanating from the blank canvas, the impulse overcame reason, and I even abandoned the idea of taking it.
This is probably one of the traps left by the "higher-dimensional observers," how dangerous!
Thankfully, I've had good luck all day. Could it be that Will has changed his ways and replaced the curse of misfortune with a blessing of good fortune?
As his thoughts drifted, he heard the sound of ice crystals cracking and shattering.
After a brief moment of confusion, he remembered Zoira Hernandez, whom he had kept hidden away.
His figure flickered, and he instantly appeared in front of the frozen Zoira Hernandez.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his fingers together, summoning a stream of scorching red flames out of thin air.
"Ignition" trick!
In an instant, the ice crystals on Zoira Hernandez's body vaporized and disappeared.
"Rationally speaking, even if I kill you, there will be another one, and the next you will appear. The best option is to control you and buy me time."
Zoira looked at him with disdain: "Kill me, my faith will always be loyal!"
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly, then chuckled, "Aren't you overestimating yourself?"
"Just as you abandoned your former faith because of the pollution from 'higher-dimensional observers,' another form of pollution and influence from the spiritual realm can easily make you abandon your faith again."
"In the face of power, steadfastness and faith are worthless."
Zoira's expression had lost its previous calm and resignation; fear and confusion now filled her cloudy brown eyes.
"You...you devil!"
"The Lord will not abandon me, I will definitely..."
Cyril interrupted her: "Does your Lord still respond to you?"
Zoira: "The Lord has always been there..."
Cyril: "Where?"
Zoira's expression faltered for a moment, then she spoke again with a death-defying resolve:
"Just kill me."
"Do you think that's possible?" Sirion countered.
"You've caused me so much trouble, would I feel better if I just killed you?"
"I told you, I'm going to make you abandon your faith once again. There's no more satisfying revenge than making a fanatic abandon his faith."
"You devil, you can't..."
boom!
The sudden gunshot interrupted Zoira's words, and the fear deeply etched in her eyes gradually turned into relief.
boom! boom! boom!
Then came a series of gunshots, and all the bullets in the magazine were emptied in a single second.
The bullet, trailing a silver flame, pierced Zoira's body, then disintegrated, turning into fragments of light like the dawn.
They were densely packed and countless, forming a shimmering and violent hurricane that tore Zoira's body apart and pulverized in an instant.
Looking at the completely vanished corpses before him, Cyril sighed and looked down:
"I'm still too kind..."
Above the gray fog, Klein, who was watching this scene through the light of prayer, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.
Compared to converting a fanatic to a different faith, your act of killing her directly is indeed kind, provided that you did not intentionally intimidate her beforehand.
As he was thinking this, Klein saw a sudden, fierce gust of wind rise around him, and in the gale, a blurry figure was rapidly approaching Sirion's location.
Before he could warn them, a deafening clap of thunder boomed out.
Boom!
A bolt of silver-white lightning, as thick as a bucket, suddenly struck down, hitting precisely the art studio where Sirion was.
Nearly half of the studio's walls and floors were damaged, and the remaining parts were charred black, with tiny electric snakes crackling around.
At the same time, Cyril's figure "teleported" directly into the air. Relying on the continuous "teleportation", he stood steadily in the gale, silently confronting the figure that was coming with the storm.
He was an elderly man with an unusually serious expression, wearing a black soft hat, a black robe embroidered with storm symbols, and silver eyes.
Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Diocese of Backlund, "Singer of God" Ace Snake
He glanced down at the cheap apartment below, struck by lightning, and, sensing from the wind that there were no survivors or hidden dangers inside, gazed at Cyril, whose face and figure were obscured by a "black curtain":
"A demigod through the 'Apprentice' path, are you a member of the Aurora Order?"
"Is the evil aura emanating from here related to you?"
His tone was impolite, while he was secretly gathering his strength, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
This is the necessary caution when facing someone who is suspected to be a demigod of the Aurora Society.
Ignoring his question, Sirion said in a deliberately hoarse voice, "You're being a little impolite."
"I just helped you resolve a potential danger involving an evil god."
Ace Snake scoffed, "Hmph, I'll investigate and judge for myself. Are you planning to run away now, or come with me to the Cathedral of Holy Wind?"
Boom!
His response was a muffled clap of thunder, followed by a silvery-white lightning bolt as thick as a bucket that pierced through the storm and struck him precisely, leaving behind a trail of fine arcs of electricity.
Ice Snake's face instantly darkened. He wasn't injured by the lightning bolt, but to have someone use lightning copied from his own body to cover him was definitely a provocation!
"Very well, it seems you've made a third choice: to put up a stubborn resistance!"
Ace Snake's angry voice was gradually drowned out by the sound of wind colliding with the air, and then a terrifying hurricane, visible to the naked eye, appeared, easily engulfing Cyril's constantly "flashing" figure.
At the same time, the clouds in the sky continued to press down, and silvery lightning streaked between the thick dark clouds, like sharp arrows ready to be released. Cyril's figure flashed rapidly in various positions in the air and on the ground, creating the posture of an encirclement all by himself.
Some of them reached out and dragged a lightless curtain from the void, some created intense flashes of light, and some summoned streams of flames.
Frost or creating a thunderous sound.
He used almost all the tricks that the "Master of Tricks" possessed, which, although it did not cause any harm or effect to a saint, was quite ironic.
At least for now, this "Singer of God" has been truly enraged by his actions.
During the fog, silvery lightning and sharp wind blades erupted simultaneously, attacking every figure that "blinked" into existence, as well as the surrounding streets, houses, streetlights, and roadside trees.