noveltune Chapter 336 Azik's Arrival
Chapter 336 Azik's Arrival
Chapter 336 Azik's Arrival
As he spoke, Erlan pulled out two iron cigarette cases from his pocket, opened them with a snap, and showed the contents to Sirien.
Inside each of the two metal cigarette boxes was a round, transparent, gem-like object, its azure, water-like radiance spreading out in layers.
And a dark black "stone" with liquid flowing on its surface and emitting a strong, foul odor.
Cyril's gaze lingered briefly on two objects radiating a distinct spiritual glow, and his spiritual intuition provided him with a fairly clear response.
"Sailor" and "provocateur," no wonder they ran into each other...
Hearing his whisper, Airan asked in surprise, "Is there another reason why they're in this area?"
Seeing that Sirion didn't intend to answer, he didn't mind and handed over the closed metal cigarette case.
"There's still a lot of stuff on deck. I estimate it won't be fully inventoried until tonight. I'll come find you with the list then."
Cyril took the two cigarette cases containing extraordinary properties and shook his head: "No need, give them to your crew. Those things are too much trouble for me to handle."
"You can take two-tenths of what's here. You've salvaged far more than I expected; you deserve it."
"Or, instead of sharing the salvaged loot, you could choose the heads of those two pirates."
"With your status and connections, you should be able to receive the full reward, and maybe even several."
"Okay." After a moment's thought, Erlan chose the second option.
Compared to salvaged valuables and jewels, pirate heads were much easier to dispose of.
He was not only the captain of the White Agate, but also a member of MI9. Sharing the spoils could easily arouse suspicion from his superiors that he had a personal relationship with Randolph Carter, who was wanted by the authorities, or even that they were secretly cooperating.
After a brief exchange, Erlan had his crew carry the wooden crates into the living room before leaving with his men.
After closing the door, Sirion glanced at the several wooden crates in the living room that were clearly damp, though not dripping water. He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit overwhelmed, realizing he had no way to monetize these items.
"Who can I ask for help...?"
"The Hanged Man" definitely has connections, but given his personality, his fees would be exorbitant, and he might even embezzle funds.
"Danitz... seems like a possibility. Even if he doesn't have the right connections, 'Lieutenant General Iceberg' certainly does."
As he muttered to himself, his spirituality was suddenly stirred, and he saw the colors around him suddenly become brighter and more intense, the reds becoming redder and the whites whiter, as if an oil painting had been casually painted.
The next second, two familiar figures appeared before him.
Klein, maintaining his disguise as Gehrman Sparrow, and Azik Eggers, wearing a silk top hat, a black tuxedo, with a bronze complexion and weathered eyes.
The vibrant colors around them returned to normal, and Azik and Klein appeared in the room.
Azik withdrew his hand from Klein's shoulder, then looked at Cyril and nodded slightly, saying, "I heard you know a former legion commander of the Byron Empire, and that he knows me?"
Cyril nodded and said, "Yes, wait a moment, I'll call him over."
After saying that, he used the team's telepathic communication to pass the message to Tobias, who was probably wandering around somewhere on the ship.
Five or six seconds later, pale yellow flames shot in from outside the balcony, intertwining in the living room and quickly reconstructing Tobias's figure.
Upon seeing Azik, Tobias's expression visibly froze for a moment before he smiled and said, "Long time no see, Your Highness Azik. I never expected to meet you again under these circumstances."
"Although I am not an extraordinary person who is good at clairvoyance or prophecy, I can still see some problems. You don't seem to be in a very good state right now."
"I initially thought Death had left some kind of backup plan on you, but now it seems more like there's something wrong with you, forcing you to remain in an 'undead' state to maintain a certain level of stability."
Azik stared absently at Tobias, seemingly lost in a distant memory.
After a long while, he gradually came to his senses, frowning as he said, "I know you. Your name is...tobias?"
Sirion looked at the people standing on opposite sides of the room and clapped his hands: "Let's all sit down and talk."
As he clapped his hands, a piece of drawing paper flew off him.
The colors on the drawing paper flowed quietly, outlining in the room rows of black high-backed chairs with soft cushions and long tables laden with exquisite food and drinks.
He casually picked up a glass containing half a glass of gradient-colored liquid, took a sip, and laughed, "Although the contents are fake, the taste is real."
"And you don't have to worry about gaining weight from eating too much. Of course, you also don't have to worry about eating a belly full of paint. Essentially, they are just false fantasies."
Klein looked at the food on the table and involuntarily swallowed. These were foods he used to be familiar with, but had never seen or eaten since he transmigrated.
After a brief silence, he decisively found a seat, sat down, and began to savor the food on the table.
Azik and Tobias glanced at the food in front of them. Although they were curious about the food they had never seen before, they had more important things to do, so they continued their conversation.
Do you know the reasons for my current state and how to resolve it?
Tobias shook his head slightly: "I am not one of the extraordinary ones on the path of death, nor am I good at anything related to spirituality, life, and the soul."
"I can tell your state simply because I have some understanding of your path and I was once an angel, so I retain some of your qualities and perspectives."
"However, I suspect that you have a problem with your soul."
As an angel who followed the path of Death, you are already one of the most prominent figures in the realm of souls after the fall of Death. If you cannot resolve this yourself, perhaps only the Goddess of Night and the Earth Mother have a solution.
"Well, there might be other methods I don't know about, since my understanding of the soul realm is basically based on what I've seen and heard before."
Azik raised his hand and pinched his brow, not because of Tobias's words, but because he recalled some vague memories.
It didn't seem to be a pleasant memory; he could only feel coldness, indifference, and cruelty. It was as if it were another version of himself that was completely unlike him.
He paused, suppressing the chill that had gripped his heart, and said, "Could you tell me about my past? I can only recall some vague scenes."
"No problem." Tobias nodded with a smile, seemingly pleased to see an old friend.
Cyril and Klein looked up and exchanged glances, choosing to be quiet listeners and foodies.
As time passed, the setting sun had completely sunk below the horizon, leaving scattered stars embedded in the dark night sky, surrounding the crimson crescent moon.
Meanwhile, the conversation between Azik and Tobias in the room was finally coming to an end.
Azik closed his eyes and gently rubbed his temples to relieve his persistent headache.
Call ~
After letting out a long breath, he opened his eyes and looked at Tobias: "I've remembered a lot, thank you."
Tobias shook his head: "You're welcome. I haven't reminisced about the past in a long time, and chatting with you has made me feel much more relaxed."
"However, I don't think it's a good thing for you to be reminiscing about those distant past events right now."
He paused briefly, noticing everyone looking at him, then picked up his glass, took a swig, and continued, "You are completely different from the 'Death Archon' of the Byron Empire I remember, the son of Death."
"You used to be cold, indifferent, and aloof, disregarding all life. But now, well... you're more like an ordinary human being."
"Memory can influence a person's personality. If you dwell on too much of the past, you might become that same Death Archon again." I think you probably don't want to become like that again.
Azik rubbed his temples and nodded: "I understand. So far, the effects haven't been too strong, and I can still control myself."
After a brief silence, Klein changed the subject: "Mr. Tobias, are you aware of the war between the Four Emperors and the Pale Calamity?"
Tobias took another swig of wine and replied, "I don't know much about the war between the Four Emperors, after all, I'm not that old yet, but when I was following His Majesty the Grim Reaper, I heard some of the details from some of my predecessors."
"The first to fall in the war between the Four Emperors was the Black Emperor, Solomon. Then the Night Emperor, Trensost, encountered problems, and the Blood Emperor, Arista Tudor, went even mad. The Night Emperor was killed by the six gods who supported him, and the Blood Emperor was killed by the Primal Witch."
Later, the Primordial Witch brought the Blood Emperor's relics to the Southern Continent and found the Grim Reaper. Afterwards, the Grim Reaper went mad, and together with the Primordial Witch, unleashed the Pale Catastrophe that swept across the Northern and Southern Continents.
Klein stared in astonishment, his eyes widening. It took him a while to gather his thoughts before he said incredulously, "The Four Emperors didn't perish together, but died one after another?"
Even the "Grim Reaper" from the Southern Continent didn't participate; he won without lifting a finger?
He added the last sentence in his mind: "In the room is the son of Death, a legion commander of the Byron Empire who once followed Death." He felt it was somewhat impolite to say it aloud.
As his thoughts drifted, he heard Cyril's pointed question: "Is the problem with the Night Emperor related to the fall of the Black Emperor, Solomon?"
Tobias shook his head: "I don't know."
"But it's highly likely related. After all, a true god wouldn't have a problem for no reason, so that the six gods who originally supported him would have to turn around and kill him."
"Furthermore, the 'Black Emperor' and the 'Judge' happen to be on adjacent paths."
After pondering for a moment, unable to find an answer, Cyril changed his question, asking again: "Why did the 'Primordial Witch' kill the 'Blood Emperor'? Moreover, how could she defeat and kill a true god of the same level who had gone mad and was followed by the Angel King?"
Tobias shook his head again: "I don't know. I wasn't even an angel back then, so there were many things they wouldn't tell me."
Klein raised his hand and asked curiously, "What about the Pale Calamity? What's that all about?"
Tobias leaned back in his chair, paused briefly to recall, and then said, "His Majesty the Underworld Emperor became even more terrifying after he went mad. He and the Primordial Witch together launched a war against the Northern Continent."
"As for the reason, I suspect it might be a condition set by the 'Primordial Witch.'"
"There's not much to say about the process of the Pale Calamity. As for the outcome, His Majesty the Grim Reaper was defeated and perished on his way back to the Southern Continent. The Primal Witch was severely injured and retreated to the Mirror World to slumber, but she has now awakened."
Boom!
A sudden clap of thunder interrupted their conversation.
Tobias suddenly stood up with a serious expression and went to the balcony to look out at the distant sea.
"We've arrived in Bansi, and I can feel its activity."
"The effect of the aggregation is better than we imagined."
As he spoke, he pressed down the strange crown he wore on his head, covered in rust and blood, as if trying to embed it into his flesh.
Then his entire demeanor suddenly changed, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, full of aggression and threateningness.
"Banshe? Juhe? What are you plotting?"
Klein looked at Sirion with a surprised expression. A sudden flash of insight from his spiritual intuition made him suspect that he and Mr. Azik were also part of the other party's plan, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence.
Cyril raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "How about hunting down a real angel? Exciting, isn't it?"
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After a two-second silence, Klein said with mixed feelings, "No wonder you told me at this time that you know an old friend of Mr. Azik. You must be trying to get Mr. Azik's help now."
"You could have explained this beforehand. As long as it's reasonable, I don't think Mr. Azik would refuse."
Cyril shook his head slightly: "Don't underestimate an angel's intuition, even if it's not an angel who is good at spirituality or prophecy."
During their conversation, Azik, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "I can't see any future or information. There's a higher power influencing this place and interfering with the spirit world."
"However, I can sense that there is an evil spirit undergoing transformation on the island ahead."
"It gave me a very complex feeling; it wasn't an ordinary evil spirit. It might have been more powerful than Tobias and me when it was alive."
"Transforming?" Cyril looked thoughtfully at Tobias. "It seems the timing was perfect. The power that 'City of Calamity' can unleash is limited. After being intercepted by the 'Red Angel' evil spirit, the other you won't have any support. This is the most opportune time to act."
"The timing is so coincidental. It must be Adam's script kicking in. Now it's our turn, uh, yours to make our move."
Tobias turned halfway around to look at the people in the room and said sincerely, "Gentlemen, would you mind joining my legion temporarily?"
"I need to gather more strength. If the battle later spreads here, I can share my strength with you at any time to help you avoid danger."