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"As for that 'King of the Blood Moon,' heh, a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind," Klarman said, a mocking curve on his lips, his tone full of disdain.
"That idiot Tawari probably doesn't understand that once he's pushed into a certain position, many things are no longer up to him."
Even though Klarman was not taken seriously within the Rose School of Thought due to his belief in the Primordial Moon and various other reasons, his Demigod level allowed him to learn many inside stories.
He knew very well that the Rose School of Thought had lost a "Puppet" in Bayam, and even their highly valued Sequence 3 "Disciple of Silence" Mahmosi had fallen.
Klarman didn't know, nor did he want to know, what happened then. He joined the Rose School of Thought under the inspiration of the Primordial Moon, essentially to live longer.
Klarman was utterly disdainful of becoming a so-called Pirate King and directly clashing with the Loen military or even the Church of the Lord of Storms.
"Interesting, you do somewhat match the Rose School of Thought in my impression. Hmm, you certainly know how to restrain your desires."
Ignoring this slightly mocking evaluation, Klarman looked at this Death bloodline descendant calmly and asked:
"You've just been freed. Feel free to mention anything you need help with. I also believe you have the means to pay the reward."
"Anthony" leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed posture, and only after a moment did he reply:
"I'm not interested in this body. Only a body flowing with the noble Eggers Family bloodline is worthy of my status."
"Therefore, I need you to find a 'Classical Alchemist' to tailor a body for me. I have some of my original flesh and blood preserved here that can be used as raw material."
"Classical Alchemist," also known as "Human Alchemist," is the Sequence 4 name of the Planter pathway. They can achieve ultimate "Life Alchemy" with incomplete spirits and various materials.
As a Demigod of a neighboring Pathway, Klarman naturally knew this very well. His eyes flickered slightly, and he said:
"The Planter pathway is firmly controlled by the Church of the Earth Mother. Ordinary people can't find a 'Classical Alchemist' to help."
Then he changed the topic:
"However, I happen to know a 'Classical Alchemist' who doesn't belong to the Church of the Earth Mother. I can personally go and ask her for help, but the reward…"
As if he had expected this, "Anthony" chuckled lightly:
"I know of a hidden treasure. I arranged it in advance at the end of the Fourth Epoch. Inside, there's also a Mystical Item crafted from an 'Undying' Beyonder characteristic."
"With it, even if you no longer believe in the Primordial Moon, you can obtain a long lifespan, with only a small side effect as the price."
"To show my sincerity, and to thank you for helping me escape, I can give it to you."
Klarman's eyes lowered slightly, concealing the fleeting greed in his gaze, and he said in a low voice:
"Good, I will go discuss it with her tomorrow. The reward required for Life Alchemy can also be paid by me. I hope you don't go back on your word."
The bloodied mouth on "Anthony's" right cheek slowly healed, and his lingering voice drifted:
"Hmm, this little fellow has just been promoted to Gatekeeper, and the Underworld within him is not stable enough. Occupying his body for a long time can lead to irreversible damage."
"Let's stop here for today. Come find me after you confirm the situation…"
In City of Generosity, Bayam, in the shadows beside the gate of Iris Street No. 76, Aaron's figure slowly emerged.
"The Traveler's ability is indeed very convenient. I can sense the outside world and self-locate, saving even the need for divination."
Aaron, who had just traveled from Saint Annes in the Southern Continent, felt quite emotional. To give the Earl time to prepare and prevent any accidents, Aaron did not directly teleport into his room but politely prepared to knock on the door.
As soon as his hand was raised, the door opened, and Councilor Ricciardo, already blindfolded with a black cloth and fully dressed, stood behind the door, catching the paper crane that automatically flew out of Aaron's pocket with his right hand:
"Respected Lord Aaron, I already know your purpose. We can depart now."
Since it saved the process of explaining, Aaron was happy to go along. He grabbed his shoulder, and their figures slowly blurred.
In Bansy Port, thick fog enveloped everything, and strong winds rose. In an unoccupied room in the port area, Aaron brought Councilor Ricciardo here.
Aaron turned to look at Ricciardo, who was blindfolded with a black cloth:
"The target is on the coastal mountain outside the port, not far from here. I need to make some arrangements here, and you can also use this time to prepare."
After speaking, Aaron walked into the cubicle, closed the door, and took down the temporarily quiet "Sun Chaser Scepter" and "Ring of Mysteries" from above the dark golden mist, putting the "Crimson Eye," which enhanced spirituality, into his pocket.
Aaron placed the token Varna had given him into the center of the simply constructed altar and chanted in low ancient hermes:
"Controller of the Misty Battlefield;"
"Master of Weather Changes;"
"Totem of Flames and Lightning;"
"Great Varna Weil;"
In Backlund, East Tucker County, Osel, in an underground palace, the armored figure sitting on a high-backed chair suddenly raised his head to look southeast, lightning and flames flickering in his brown eyes.
Within the Wall of Spirituality, a whirlwind suddenly swept up, lifting the token. Feeling a gaze fall upon him, Aaron immediately handed over the "Sun Chaser Scepter," which was sensing a high-level aura and was eager to move.
The swirling whirlwind seemed to pause for a second, then a scorching white light surged from the token, temporarily suppressing and shielding the aura of the "Sun Chaser Scepter."
A phantom armored figure appeared, grabbed the token and the "Sun Chaser Scepter," and then vanished. Aaron, without true vision, could only feel that the gaze still existed.
After clearing all traces in the cubicle to avoid investigation by the Church of the Lord of Storms afterward, Aaron opened the door and saw Councilor Ricciardo, who had already stood up, his face solemn.
Even with the barrier of the Wall of Spirituality, at such close proximity, Ricciardo, as a "Misfortune Mage," still sensed the descent of some power.
But seeing that Aaron had no intention of explaining, he also found it difficult to inquire. Aaron led him to teleport again to the nearby coastal mountain.
Putting down the Councilor, Aaron exhaled, looking at the mountain enveloped in thick fog. He took out the token Ms. Arianna had given him and at the same time prayed softly to the Evernight Goddess.
Having done this, he immediately stretched out his right hand and reached into the air. The "Ring of Mysteries" on his finger glowed, and spirituality surged in.
As he pulled his arm back, a figure appeared before him.
It was a lady with ordinary features, dark eyes, wearing a simple long robe, a bark belt, with long black hair hanging down, and bare feet without shoes or socks.
The Matron of Evernight Cloister, leader of the Ascetics, "Servant of Concealment," Grounded Angel, Arianna.
It succeeded on the first try… Aaron was startled. He had even planned to pray to Will Auceptin for enough luck to try again if it failed too many times.
Feeling the frantic consumption of spirituality, Aaron directly used the "Crimson Eye" to replenish the consumed spirituality. He didn't care to think further and quickly said:
"Conceal this valley and cast misfortune upon the one within it."
Bansy Port is not far from Bayam. Jahn Kottman, who had been tricked once by the Rose School of Thought, would certainly intensify his surveillance of the nearby sea area far beyond before.
Having Ms. Arianna provide concealment assistance could both buy time and greatly reduce the burden on Aaron's spirituality.
"Okay, but battles between Angels will greatly increase the consumption of concealment, and you won't last long," Arianna replied calmly, not stiff or rigid at all.
It can't be her real body, can it… Aaron's expression stiffened, then he immediately denied the thought.
The most logical explanation was that the Matron of Evernight Cloister, upon sensing her past image being summoned in the Amand Mountains, deliberately entered a state of concealment, disappearing from the real world, allowing the projection to gain consciousness.
This was a completely feasible operation, especially since the authority in the "Concealment" domain likely gave her some control over her image in the crevices of history.
.....
Inside the coastal mountain outside Bansy Port, towering rock walls formed a natural hidden altar, and dense mist surged from within the valley.
Outside the valley, streams of blood converged onto the altar, which was inscribed with bizarre patterns, designs, and symbols.
The chosen sacrifices were brought one by one into the valley, and the bloody cannibalistic ritual had begun.
Headless, withered figures appeared in the increasingly dense mist, all cloaked in black, their necks still gushing blood, with only swirling breezes holding up their hoods.
Heads with dangling esophagi, sporting grotesque smiles, were piled in the center of the entire altar.
"Great 'God of Weather,' your humble servants offer sacrifices to you, praying for your revival…"
Accompanied by hoarse, frenzied prayers, the dense mist, like a vortex, lifted the pyramid of skulls and surged towards the deepest part of the megalith.
An ordinary-looking wooden Door was embedded in a megalith, with a brass-colored keyhole and handle.
The entire altar glowed faintly, and the sound of wind and thunder could be vaguely heard, accompanied by the clatter of metal, as the wooden Door strangely opened on its own. Behind the Door was a world enveloped in gray-white mist.
The outermost and closest to the wooden Door was a flattened mountaintop, with silver-white and crimson patterns intertwined on it, forming a complex altar.
In the very center of the altar, a rust-covered sarcophagus seemed to be stimulated, its lid was directly blown open, and a rotten, bone-revealing arm, dripping with pale yellow pus, reached out.
Along with this arm, bright lights suddenly burst forth in the mist, as if countless lightning bolts were intertwined and striking down.
The megalith suddenly shattered, and lightning tainted with a strange aura surged from within that wooden Door, colliding with a light arrow that seemed to be composed of pure light.
A figure also clad in armor appeared, holding a scepter emitting dazzling light, while a spear entwined with lightning and flames had already condensed in his other hand.
Easily breaking through the lightning storm, the light arrow instantly entered the sarcophagus. A miniature Sun rose, and the bronze sarcophagus melted, revealing a rotten skeleton wearing broken armor.
A tyrannical, undisguised aura of madness then swept out. The bewildered believers and remaining sacrifices, who didn't know what was happening, gradually rotted away amidst painful wails, their heads, dragging bloody spines, floating out.
The entire valley seemed to be covered in a layer of dark mist. The aftermath of the battle swept over and was silently smoothed away. Aaron, with the "Crimson Eye" hovering above his head, suddenly turned pale, feeling as if most of his spirituality had been drained.
In the valley, with the massive Deaths of believers and the sudden attack, a large number of anchors disappeared simultaneously. The originally fragile balance directly collapsed, and the rationality of this corrupted "Weather Warlock" seemed to completely vanish.
He no longer retaliated, seemingly drawn by some force, and flew directly towards the city enveloped in gray-white mist.
In that city, on the faintly visible streets within the pale mist, one by one, rotten bodies with heads dragging their spines looked up at Varna.
Even through the power projection, Varna felt as if he was being stared at by something terrifying. The movements in his hand paused, and he failed to stop Him from approaching that city.
Just then, a paper crane completely soaked in silver blood slowly drifted down in the dim firelight, and starlight merged into Ricciardo's body.
"He," or rather, "He" now, tore off the black cloth covering his eyes. A scaleless silver-white giant snake filled "His" eyes.
Its surface was composed of dense patterns and symbols forming one mysterious wheel after another.
It connected head to tail, as if converging with countless illusory rivers, evolving into a blurred, somewhat unreal, slowly rotating giant wheel.
And around the wheel, there were various symbolic representations of different futures.
Suddenly, the "Weather Warlock," who had been very close to that strange city, rapidly retreated until He returned to the position near the wooden Door. However, the raised heads in the city seemed unaffected.
"Apocalypse Restart" returned everything except that strange city to the moment the "Weather Warlock" had just suffered heavy damage.
Varna had adapted to that gaze and eliminated the interference. The "Sun Chaser Scepter" emitted terrifying fluctuations, and the spear condensed in his right hand was fiercely thrown, piercing through the "Weather Warlock" near the wooden Door under the blessing of a Sealed Artifact.
Just as Varna was about to drag Him out, the originally ancient-looking wooden Door seemed to sense something and rapidly disintegrated.
Arianna's historical projection appeared beside the wooden Door, turning into pure Darkness to envelop it, delaying its dissipation.
Varna, surrounded by lightning and flames, had already used all his strength and finally, at the last moment, dragged out the "Weather Warlock" who had begun to completely lose control and mutate.
Just as Arianna's historical projection turned into pure Darkness and joined the battle, Aaron only lasted less than a minute before his spirituality completely dried up.
With the collapse of the historical projection, the dark mist covering the valley also disappeared directly. Accompanied by the terrifying aura overflowing, storms and lightning intertwined, as if Apocalypse had arrived.
In Bayam, at the "Cathedral of Waves," Jahn Kottman suddenly looked northwest, lightning and fury flickering in his eyes.
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