noveltune Chapter 303 Quick Victory
Chapter 303 Quick Victory
Chapter 303 Quick Victory
The pirate crew under the command of "Vice Admiral Deep Sea" had a stronghold in Nas.
A lean but muscular man wearing a tricorn hat took two steps back after knocking on the door several times without a response, and gave a look to the crew-cut man behind him.
The latter stretched his body, took a step forward, and then kicked the door open.
With a clang, several icicles hanging from the eaves fell and shattered on the ground.
"Boss, that old man is probably drunk again."
"I really don't know why the captain insisted on making him the person in charge here. Not only does he always delay things, but the information he reports is all just boasting and gossip from the bar."
The man wearing the tricorn hat did not reply. His light blue eyes swept across the open space in front of the gate before looking into the house.
The man with the buzz cut turned around and, seeing that he hadn't moved, asked curiously, "Boss, is there a problem?"
After a moment's hesitation, the man in the tricorn hat said, "Go back."
"what?"
He didn't explain, and after speaking, he turned around and quickly left in the direction he came from.
After the two left one after the other, standing in the restaurant out of sight from the doorway, Randolph Carter's portrait hanging on the wall suddenly looked towards the door, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.
At a private dock far from the city, Sir Ryan's figure flashed past the glass windows of a row of houses.
A few minutes later, he came out of a nearby bar.
"The divination suddenly stopped working after we got here. Did we go to a special place, or did we use some magical item that interferes with divination?"
After whispering for a while, he pulled out a piece of drawing paper and took out the crystal ball containing an eye.
He pressed the crystal ball to his forehead, and a deep purple suddenly appeared on the azure eye inside the crystal ball.
At the same time, a vision seen through the "Eye of Secrets" appeared in his mind.
He turned his gaze directly to the spirit world, using the "Eye of Secrets" and the demigod status of this magical item to complete a quick divination.
Suddenly, he saw a muscular man with a buzz cut wearing a tricorn hat.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his bare face was covered with eerie symbols painted in red paint. There was also a skull and goat head pattern on his forehead.
Judging from the surrounding environment, he was at this dock, running wildly in some direction.
Soon, the image in his mind disappeared, and then he saw another image.
This time, it was a man wearing a gray woolen overcoat, with a dark red scarf covering most of his face. He was thin and looked tall, but the thin shirt under the gray overcoat accentuated his muscles.
He was in a dimly lit room with flickering lights, three candles burning on the floor, and a bloody ritual set up around him, which looked like it was made of blood and animal entrails.
The next second, the man in the picture suddenly trembled, and a hint of surprise flashed in his malicious brown eyes.
Once his vision cleared, Sirion placed the crystal ball that had been pressed against his forehead back onto the drawing paper.
He recalled the wanted posters he had seen and curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
"As expected of a criminal skilled in committing crimes," he sensed something was wrong before even entering the room, quickly took action, and even set a trap for himself.
"He somehow switched identities with his deputy, misled my subordinate, and led me to this dock."
"So, what makes him feel safe here, or what makes him believe that a third party would be quickly drawn in should a battle break out?"
"Unfortunately, I didn't catch up quickly enough, so their method of exchanging identities failed as soon as they arrived at the dock, and they didn't fight his deputy as he expected."
"In addition, that ritual seems to interfere with the divination process."
"This is a major pirate whose bounty is 1 pounds in just the country of Loen. Even if it weren't for the mission from the Twilight Hermits, we can't let him go."
"I have already obtained a lot of information through divination, and Klein above the gray fog should be able to complete it."
After muttering to himself for a while, he found a quiet place and began to pray softly to "The Fool".
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."
In less than two minutes, a thick gray fog began to rise in front of him.
Beneath the towering figure of the "Fool" seated atop the endless gray mist, he spotted the figure of the "Bonebreaker" Basil. As the camera zoomed out, he gradually pinpointed the other's location.
"This... seems to be near the Church of Dawn. Criminals are really clever."
"The 'demon's' dangerous premonition is a bit troublesome, but as long as I'm fast enough, it won't matter if he reacts."
As he muttered to himself, a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, appeared in his eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, streaks of dazzling starlight emerged from the void, swiftly outlining a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
Behind the Dawn Church, on a street separated by a row of white houses.
Countless tiny starlight burst forth from the void, outlining an illusory door at the edge of the street.
As Sirion stepped out from behind the "door," he saw a dense barrage of pale blue fireballs, emitting a pungent sulfurous smell, hurtling toward him.
As they approached him, the pale blue fireballs suddenly became chaotic, deviating from their original trajectories and crashing onto the surrounding ground and houses, or being launched directly into the sky.
Cyril calmly strode forward, and whether it was a fireball shooting towards him or flames splashing around him, they would always deflect away from him in an incredible arc after getting close.
The next second, an exaggerated giant sword made of crimson magma and pale blue flames suddenly pierced through the flames in front of it, leaving a charred scratch on the ground that was half a meter deep.
Guided by her spiritual intuition, Cyril "flashed" away from the attack.
Behind the towering "demon," streaks of silver lightning flashed in Cyrien's eyes.
"Mental piercing!"
The "demon's" sword swing faltered, and the magma and flames that had just condensed around him quickly dissipated.
Once he recovered from the shock of the intense mental impact, a painting that seemed to be falling from mid-air came into view.
The "demon's" "dangerous premonition" made him realize immediately that this was a trap, but he had already seen what was in the painting.
The distorted face, clutching its head and screaming, magnified in his eyes, causing him to freeze in place, and many of the crimson and pale blue flames enveloping his body extinguished.
Behind him, a phantom, ever-turning book was reflected in Cyril's eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, an ancient-looking spear, burning with countless tiny, dark red flames from its tip to its hilt, materialized in his hand.
The Spear of Longinus!
The moment the dark red spear took shape, Cyril took a step forward, strained his waist and back, and threw the spear out of his hand.
The "dangerous premonition" that seemed to be a steam train roaring right on his head brought the "demon" back to his senses, and large patches of pale blue flames with a pungent sulfur smell burst into flames on his body.
The dark red light, like an unstoppable bolt of lightning, easily pierced through the pale blue flame cage that could freeze physical attacks.
It also pierced through the "demon's" body and disappeared into the distant horizon.
The illusory book in Sirion's eyes continued to turn, and he opened his arms as if embracing the sun. The next second, a bright and clear holy light descended.
Purified by the holy light of the sun, the magma and flames wrapped around the "demon" quickly disintegrated, and its last trace of life was about to dissipate.
Call ~
With a light exhale, Cyril waved his hand, causing the scroll floating in mid-air to fly back into his hand. He then strode over to the fallen corpse of the "demon."
He glanced at the direction of the Church of Dawn. Although the battle had ended in less than 10 seconds, the "astrologer's" spiritual intuition told him that the extraordinary beings of the Church of the God of War would be arriving soon.
At this moment, Steve in the painting also alerted, "Great Master, I see—a group of very tall people are coming soon."
"Um."
He nodded slightly, and then Cyril took out the crystal ball that contained an eye.
As he held the crystal ball across his chest, a burst of brilliant, clear, and warm sunlight instantly illuminated the surroundings.
On the other side of the street, Archbishop Igrove, dressed in an orange priest's robe and carrying a heavy book with a black cover, took a step forward and appeared in a flash at the site of the battle.
The bright, dazzling sunlight surrounding him gave him an air of solemnity and holiness.
Half a minute later, several tall figures wearing fur coats and carrying straight swords or guns on their backs rushed over from the other side of the street.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop..."
Igrove waved his hand to interrupt the other person, and said with a serious expression, "Leave two people to guard the scene, and the rest of you search the surrounding houses to see if anything is left behind."
The air still carries the scent of demons; these evildoers should all be purified.
"There have been too many demons arriving in the Gargas Islands lately, and Randolph Carter has been clashing with them frequently. Could this place hold some hidden secret?"
In the waters north of the Carcas Islands, a clean and tidy sailboat, several tens of meters long, reflecting a golden hue in the sunlight, sails steadily on the deep blue sea.
At the center of this sailboat, along its central axis, stands a very distinctive main cannon. The cannon barrel is covered with overlapping symbols and patterns, shimmering with a faint but pure light.
On the deck, several sailors on their routine patrol suddenly felt that the sunlight around them had become much brighter, and even the chill in the wind had been largely dispelled.
After enjoying the warmth of the sun for half a second, one of the sailors suddenly realized something was wrong and immediately shouted, "Something's wrong!"
"Sound the alarm immediately!"
A piercing alarm suddenly sounded, and the sunlight shining on the deck abruptly receded, converging into a phantom carriage that appeared to be cast in gold.
Cyril dragged the still-demonized corpse of "Bonebreaker" Basil down from the carriage.
He looked around at the sailors who were retreating in unison, and greeted them familiarly, "Gentlemen, I'm a little lost, could you give me a ride?"
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The sailors gathered in front looked at each other, but no one answered.
A moment later, a man wearing a monocle, nearly 1.8 meters tall, with short, curly gray hair, squeezed out from the crowd.
He calmly glanced at Cyril, then his attention was drawn to the enormous, "demonic" corpse beside him.
"This is a demon? You hunted it?"
"Yes." Cyril nodded. "You're a craftsman? How much do I charge to have you craft magical items?"
The man with the monocle shook his head somewhat awkwardly: "Um... I'm not a 'craftsman' yet."
After a brief pause, he introduced himself: "I am Bruce Walls, the first mate of this ship. You can call me Bruce."
Cyril nodded: "Randolph Carter."
"I suggest you switch from your monocle to framed glasses; they're considered unlucky."
"Huh?" Blue looked at him with a mixture of confusion and surprise.
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