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"Captain, I…"
Danitz, his face full of excitement, had just pushed open the captain's cabin door when he saw his old rival, Ferran, was also inside. The most crucial thing was that he was alone with the captain again!
The expression on his face instantly turned vigilant, and the words on the tip of his tongue stopped. Ferran, on the other hand, looked at Danitz, who had burst in, quite speechlessly. He didn't know what was wrong with this guy, staring at him with the eyes of an enemy.
The Golden Dream had stayed on the elven island called "Nas" for a long time. Edwina seemed to have obtained some information on that elven island. After leaving Nas Island over a month ago, she had been heading in a certain direction.
Ferran had previously used the contribution gained from transmitting the Spirit World coordinates of the elven island to exchange for a partial Beyonder potion formula for Sequence 5 "Ocean Songster" with Aaron at the Chaos Council, which only included the auxiliary advancement ritual.
Ferran had almost completely digested the Sequence 7 "Seafarer" potion, and he had already obtained the Sequence 6 "Wind-Blessed" potion formula previously. Therefore, Ferran felt it was very necessary to prepare for the advancement ritual in advance.
And upon learning that the ritual involved consuming the potion inside an Obninsk's belly, Ferran immediately sought out Captain Edwina to inquire about Obninsk.
Edwina's clear, spring-like light blue eyes swept over Danitz, who was standing at the door. She nodded and continued calmly:
"Obninsk is an ancient sea Monster. Most of them have been tamed by the Church of the Lord of Storms and have fixed activity areas. Besides that, the King of the Five Seas and Queen Mystic might possess Obninsk sea Monsters not belonging to the Church of the Lord of Storms."
Before Ferran could be disappointed, Edwina's tone changed, and she added:
"However, you don't need to worry. There were several Ocean Songsters on that elven island before, and they must also possess Obninsk sea Monsters."
"Your task is to advance to Sequence 6 as soon as possible. After thoroughly digesting the Wind-Blessed potion, you can return to that elven island to seek advancement."
With that, Edwina turned her head and looked at Danitz with her light blue eyes, signaling him to report.
Danitz, who was shocked that Ferran was preparing to advance to Sequence 6, had already lost the sharpness in his eyes from before. He responded somewhat awkwardly:
"There's an island directly ahead of us. It doesn't look smaller than the previous elven island. Maybe…"
Before he could finish, a gasp suddenly came from the deck. Feeling the spiritual fluctuations of the battle from the deck, Edwina frowned slightly, and her figure instantly disappeared from the captain's cabin.
By the time Danitz and Ferran also arrived on the deck, the battle had already ended.
A Monster, two or three meters tall, lay powerlessly on the deck. One of its huge bat wings had been torn off, and the ram's horn, covered with mysterious patterns, that grew next to its ear was directly broken.
Within its ink-black fur, clusters of reddish-blue flames leaped out, and a strong smell of sulfur diffused with them.
The Devil, whose original creature could no longer be distinguished, had only the flames of madness and bloodlust left in its magma-like eyes, its rationality completely lost.
It seemed to be affected by some stronger pollution; even the bloodthirsty and corrupted Devil had gone mad, and its Beyonder ability to foresee danger was distorted by the strong will of madness.
Taking out several bottles of light blue potion from her embrace and throwing them to the Sailors who were injured and polluted by the Devil, Edwina frowned and looked at the island that was growing larger in the mist. The patterns inscribed on the Golden Dream lit up accordingly.
After dealing with several more equally mad Devils, the "Golden Dream" finally approached the huge black island.
Edwina, standing at the bow, vigilant of her surroundings, her gaze suddenly solidified as she looked at a figure on the edge of the island. A gentle voice ignored the distance and appeared directly in her mind:
"No need to be nervous. You can call me Turani von Helmosuin, or you can call me by another name, 'Orange Light' Hilarion…"
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On November 3, 1347, on an unnamed island at the edge of the Fog Sea, a light blue Door appeared, and Aaron slowly walked out with Bayer Baile, who had just left Groselle's Travels a month ago.
This Demon Hunter had digested some potions after several battles in the book world. Even though he was a bit out of control when he first left the book world, he completely eliminated the hidden danger within less than a month and fully controlled the incomplete mythical creature form.
Cavendish Lancer Pinto, dressed in a black robe with a cold expression, walked out last with the tense Siatas. He had successfully advanced to Scholar of Yore.
After learning some secret history of the second epoch from Aaron, a good portion of the Scholar of Yore potion had been digested. Now he could summon two historical void images simultaneously.
Even using "Travel" and bringing several people across the entire Southern Continent and the Berserk Sea consumed a lot of Aaron's spirituality. After a simple rest, Aaron handed Siatas the charm that recorded the Spirit World coordinates of that elven island:
"When we enter the Spirit World corresponding to the Fog Sea later, you can use your blood to activate this charm to find your kin."
Siatas nodded with some anticipation. After taking the charm, she waited in silence.
Opening the teleportation again, the four arrived above a huge island. At the center of the island was a deep lake, and waves carrying the sound of wind and thunder came from the lake.
Feeling their aura, hurricanes rose, carrying a male and female elf into the air from the dense forest of the ring island. Their hair defied natural laws and spread out, each strand distinct, entwined with electric light.
Feeling that there were several terrifying demigod auras, the male elf vigilantly pulled the ancient bowstring in his hand. The sky above became dim, as if dark clouds were gathering, as if electric light was jumping.
Silver-white lightning from his hair surged out and intertwined on the long arrow condensed on the ancient bowstring. A thick bolt of lightning struck down, superimposing on that long arrow, making the arrow completely silver-white, like it came from the Thunder God.
Even seeing Siatas, who was also an elf, the female elf still asked with some lack of confidence in Elvish:
"Who are you? Outsiders are not welcome here. Please do not disturb our lives…"
Aaron withdrew his gaze from the ancient bowstring. After understanding the other party's words, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart:
"I remember the Golden Dream came, you didn't say that, right? It's just one demigod and one saint, no need to be so vigilant."
Bayer Baile beside him kept his gaze on the lake in the center of the ring island, and dark green symbols appeared in his eyes. The "Demon Hunter's Eye" was extremely sensitive to traces of degradation and pollution.
After confirmation from Bayer Baile, Aaron left him and Siatas to let the two elves calm down. He then took Cavendish Lancer Pinto and leaped into the lake, exploring its depths.
The two seemed to pass through a void "barrier" like a curtain, suddenly feeling the surroundings become viscous and heavy.
Waving ripples appeared around them, coming from the deep blue seawater that filled this area.
At the bottom was an ancient, dim ruin. All the buildings were unusually tall, and their architectural style was different from the present, but most of the buildings were already dilapidated.
A huge pillar, inscribed with strange patterns and symbols, extended from the center, tending to reach the top, seemingly supporting this place in the past, but now, it was broken and half-collapsed, leaning against the top of a nearby building.
Freed from the obstruction of some barrier, Aaron could clearly hear prolonged, painful roars echoing without weakening.
That aura, clearly emanating from a demigod, should have originated from the elf demigod in a very poor state, as Ferran mentioned. What made Aaron curious was that under such circumstances, the sea area where the Cataclysmic Interrer was located did not form a terrible storm. He suppressed his doubts and continued forward.
At the very center of that ancient ruin was a palace that seemed to be made of coral. Its overall structure was even taller and more magnificent, but because it was located beneath layers of azure seawater, the sky was completely invisible, making it appear dark and gloomy. The only light source was the silver-white electric light swimming within the palace.
By the faint light, Aaron saw the interior of the palace: pillars that were neither too thick nor too tall, also bearing strange patterns that differed somewhat from current symbolic signs and magical markings.
And at the base of each stone pillar, a figure sat leaning against it. They were all elves, with serene faces. The fluctuations emanating from the strange patterns on the stone pillars blocked everything within the palace, preventing any leakage.
The source of the painful roars was a female figure seated on a lightning throne. Her originally beautiful, dark blue long hair had turned into grayish-blue tentacles covered with corrupted patterns, like a spreading canopy.
Feeling the gaze, her mouth stretched to her ears, and her scarlet eyes revealed a bloodthirsty madness. Roots of greenish-blue tentacles, swirling with lightning, lashed out wildly, causing the seawater to churn into a vortex.
Aaron's eyes fixed on those scarlet eyes and the swirling seawater below. Two dazzling bolts of lightning suddenly lit up in his pupils.
"Interrogator", "Psychic Piercing"!
The greenish-blue tentacles, swirling with lightning, suddenly froze, and the vortex, emanating terrifying suction, subsequently stagnated. Aaron's figure instantly disappeared from his original spot.
A brilliant pillar of light, wreathed with a few golden flames, descended from the sky, striking directly onto the Cataclysmic Interrer.
Her body immediately caught fire, and chunks of gray-black skin and flesh fell off, continuously dissolving in the pure radiance.
The tentacles, entwined with lightning, were melted by the sacred light pillar, inserted into the ground, twitching and wriggling, turning into ashes.
Cavendish Lancer Pinto stood in the center of the palace, holding the Sun Chaser Scepter. Golden light continuously spread, enveloping the Cataclysmic Interrer on the lightning throne.
Although it was only a historical void image summoned by a Scholar of Yore, its power was not comparable to a true Sealed Artifact of Grade 0, but it was more than enough to deal with a corrupted Cataclysmic Interrer.
Cavendish Lancer Pinto planned to directly activate the "Ocean of Light" to forcibly expel the corruption within her body. As long as he promptly released the maintenance of the historical void image, he would not suffer negative effects.
On the other side, Aaron also entered the palace. The grayish-blue tentacles that had originally covered the entire palace had disappeared. Under the fierce sunlight, Aaron looked at the murals on the inner wall of the palace. The content was a confrontation between two figures:
Looking down at the enemy from above was a man stepping on waves, topped with dark clouds, and draped in a storm. In his hand, he held a spear composed purely of electric light, with a background of an ocean that submerged everything.
Below this man was a person in a simple white robe. His face was blurred, making it difficult to discern his age, only barely showing that he was a male.
Behind the head of the classic-looking person in the white robe was a halo, quietly emitting brilliance, like a Sun.
Behind him was a shadow like a curtain, and within the shadow, an eye seemed to be silently peeking outside.
This mural depicted the Elf King Soniathrym confronting the Creator in the second epoch.
"Is this the Creator who reclaimed the authority of the ancient gods and was followed by eight King of Angels?"
Aaron looked at the figure enveloped in light. Just as thoughts arose in his mind, he suddenly felt strong spiritual fluctuations and crisis warnings coming from behind.
Taking out Groselle's Travels and holding it in front of him, Aaron glanced sideways to see the figure originally enveloped in brilliant white light suddenly erupting with deep, dark blue light. The source was the dark blue gem worn by the Cataclysmic Interrer.
Streaks of silver-white electric snakes shot out, carrying a strong, almost tangible, tyrannical and destructive aura, densely striking the surroundings, actually forcing back the "Ocean of Light."
Looking at the dark blue gem emanating a tyrannical aura, a hint of solemnity flashed in Cavendish Lancer Pinto's eyes. As expected of the elven tribe that migrated to the Fog Sea in the second epoch, they still possessed a terrifying Sealed Artifact formed from the Sea King Beyonder characteristic.
He maintained the historical void image of the Sun Chaser Scepter with his right hand, while his left hand continuously reached into the historical mist. A hint of excitement even flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, his face turned pale, yet he smiled, looking respectfully at the mid-air, where a figure had already materialized:
It was a majestic middle-aged man with bronze hair and golden eyes, none other than the Night Emperor Trunsoest, when he was still a Sequence 1 Hand of Order, not yet a true god.
To summon an image from the historical void, the more detailed and real one's understanding of the corresponding history and events, the greater the chance of success and the longer the duration of maintenance.
As one of the Night Emperor's personal guards who followed him since the United Empire period, Cavendish Lancer Pinto only took 4 attempts to successfully summon the Night Emperor's historical void image.
Because the summoned Night Emperor projection's status was far higher than Cavendish Lancer Pinto's own Sequence, the image only possessed partial power and characteristics, but this was already enough.
The golden eyes looked indifferently at the dark blue gem. He pointed his arm forward and lightly swiped.
Without him needing to say anything further, the chaotic strangeness within the entire ruin ceased. The dark blue gem was separated into different spaces by some power, and all silver-white electric arcs were isolated.
Looking at that terrifying image, Aaron felt a bit unnerved, yet couldn't help but remind him:
"Don't really kill that Cataclysmic Interrer. Try to save her. She's still useful."
Cavendish Lancer Pinto, whose spirituality was being consumed rapidly while maintaining two historical void images, nodded. He directly borrowed power from his past self, ensuring he would not have a moment of weakness.
Without the protection of that dark blue gem, his spirituality was once again abundant. He reactivated the Sun Chaser Scepter, beginning to remove the pollution filled with corrupt and mad aura from the Cataclysmic Interrer's body.
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