prynovel Chapter 176 Harvest
Chapter 176 Harvest
Chapter 176 Harvest
A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating most of the night sky over Backlund.
Whether they were already asleep or had just started staying up late, everyone was shocked by the sudden lightning. But when they looked up, they found that the sky was clear and cloudless tonight.
At the Holy Wind Cathedral, Ace Snake, the "Singer of God," sat before the Storm Emblem, wearing a black robe embroidered with storm symbols and a soft hat of the same color.
The moment the silvery light shone through the stained glass windows around the hall and the door behind him, his relaxed brows furrowed instantly, and he looked at the Storm Emblem in front of him with a puzzled expression.
"Who angered the storm?"
Boom!
In the dock area illuminated by silvery lightning, the thunder that shattered the air rang out a second later.
Cyril raised his hand to smooth down his slightly frizzy hair and turned his head to look at where Jason, who had originally been "alive," was.
Jason's figure had disappeared, leaving only a charred pit, four or five meters in diameter and of unknown depth.
Within the charred, deep pit, fine, silvery-white electric snakes darted about, crackling and popping.
Besides the vanished "zombie" Jason, the "vengeful spirit" Steve, the "werewolf" Tyrell, and Marich, who were not far from him, were also affected.
He stood stiffly in place, motionless, with streaks of electricity occasionally shooting out from his body.
goo~
Swallowing non-existent saliva, Cyril looked up at the cloudless sky above and slightly pursed his lips:
"Pfft~, that's a bit stingy. I even went out of my way to erase the name."
He paused, then lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the charred, deep pit, and muttered:
"However, this seems to be exploitable. It only requires one extraordinary scroll to create a lightning strike at the demigod level."
As he whispered, he snapped his fingers in a good mood.
A blank sheet of paper floated down from mid-air and covered Steve's stiff, transparent body.
The latter's body instantly cracked, constantly overflowing with colorful starlight, scattering onto the blank drawing paper, leaving behind either pale white or eerie green hues.
Or dark, twisted marks.
"Ugh...help...."
Steve tried to struggle, and then his body cracked even faster.
In five or six seconds, his hands, feet, and head all disappeared, and his body melted away in the dazzling starlight, leaving only an irregular oval shape wrapped in drawing paper.
A few seconds later, Steve completely disappeared, leaving only a sheet of drawing paper lying flat on the ground.
On the drawing paper, a distorted, screaming portrait appeared in what was originally a blank space, with a similarly distorted starry sky as the background.
Beside the drawing paper, a crimson "moon" lay quietly, while pale specks of light continuously emerged from the air and slowly converged towards the drawing paper.
Cyril took a few steps closer and took the crimson "moon" in his hand.
The moment it touched it, an unusual chill spread through its entire body along its bloodstream, and this chill intensified over time.
Along with it comes a strong vitality and an affinity for darkness.
With a thought, the crimson "moon" in his hand silently went out.
At the same time, the crimson moonlight that illuminated the surroundings, bringing spiritual growth and the flourishing of life, also disappeared silently.
The extinguished "moon" transformed into a crown shaped like a full moon, surrounded by crimson gemstones, with moon symbols and numerous mysterious markings around its perimeter and center.
He held the "Crimson Moon Crown" in his hand and examined it for a while. Then he turned his head to the other side and looked at Tyr, the only remaining "werewolf" among the three members of the Rose School's indulgent trio.
The latter stood calmly in place, motionless.
Before him stood Klein, wielding the Peacekeeper; the two seemed to be locked in a stalemate, or perhaps the battle was already over.
Under Cyril's curious gaze, "Werewolf" Tyr suddenly turned his head 180 degrees, and a cracking sound came from his neck as if bones were breaking.
The face, covered in coarse, short hair, had lost all life; only a pair of gray eyes remained wide open, as if dead, reflecting Sharon's figure in her elaborate court dress.
She lifted her skirt with both hands and bowed slightly to Xi Ruien.
The next instant, Sharon's figure appeared in front of the corpse of "Werewolf" Tyr.
"Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome, but these are my spoils."
Cyril shook his head slightly, while raising the "Crimson Moon Crown" in his hand.
He paused, then added, "If you really need it, you can buy it from me."
"Okay." Sharon nodded slightly, then fell silent.
Seeing that no one continued speaking, Sirion also fell silent.
After waiting for about half a minute, all the pale light spots that had been released from the surrounding air merged into the distorted, screaming picture.
As the white light faded, the ordinary drawing paper, which had been somewhat yellowed, turned into a pale, cold human skin. The distorted, screaming portrait on it became more realistic, giving it a more lifelike feel than before.
"A living magical artifact?" Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly, appearing quite pleased.
For him, living magical objects would be more useful, especially those magical objects contaminated by his own body, which would lick up on their own without any threat.
Just like now, the distorted, screaming portrait on the drawing paper looked around before its gaze settled on Sirion, and it greeted him with a respectful and humble posture:
"My esteemed, noble, and great master, thank you for giving me life. May I follow you and be your most loyal servant?"
Cyril frowned slightly... The sound from this painting is a bit unpleasant.
Notice his expression; the distorted, screaming portrait on the drawing paper looks pitiful, like an abandoned puppy, except...
This guy not only has an awful voice, but he's also ugly.
Gathering his slightly wandering thoughts, he gently nodded towards the painting on the ground:
"Yes, but please keep quiet."
The portrait on the scroll, contorted and screaming, instantly shifted from sorrow to joy. At Cyril's request, it didn't speak, but instead reached out and made a zipping motion over its mouth.
After picking up the scroll that incorporated the characteristics of "vengeful spirits," he turned and walked towards the charred pit that had been struck by lightning.
At the bottom of the deep pit, he saw a grayish-white ball of light that resembled a miniature brain.
After visually estimating the depth of the charred, black crater in front of him, Cyril raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
At the bottom of the pit, the gray-white ball of light, resembling a miniature brain, bounced up against the laws of physics and landed precisely in his hand.
After carefully collecting his spoils, Sirion quickly looked around. Several of his scrolls had been destroyed by the sudden lightning strike, and there were many charred fragments scattered on the ground.
With a helpless sigh, he gently rubbed his fingers together and set all the damaged drawing paper on fire.
Having done all this, he quickly turned around and went to Verdu's side.
The unfortunate "astrologer" was lying on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.
"The danger has passed. Do you need me to take you home?"
Upon suddenly hearing Cyril's voice, Verdu instinctively shrank back, then, slightly embarrassed, said haltingly:
"No, no need, I can manage. Thank you."
Cyril nodded slightly, unconcerned about the other person's reaction, and then said:
"Then take me back; it'll be easier to teleport."
"Uh...:" Verdu's expression stiffened for a moment, then he nodded:
"Okay, no problem."
Upon receiving a reply, Cyril bent down and reached out his hand. Verdu hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his hand, only to be pulled up from the ground by Cyril.
Then Cyril turned around, looked at the three people gathered on the other side, and said with a smile:
"Well then, goodbye, gentlemen, and sweet dreams tonight."
As he finished speaking, Verdu reached out and tugged at the "door" pattern on his robe, which was made up of rubies, emeralds, and diamonds.
His classical robe instantly shimmered with dazzling starlight, and fragments flew off, outlining a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns in front of the two of them.
The illusory gate appeared for only a moment before disappearing, along with the figures of Cyrien and Verdu.
Klein looked in the direction the two had teleported away and sighed softly:
"Teleportation is really convenient."
Not far behind him, Sharon said in a flat tone:
"The negative effects of that magical item should be getting lost in dangerous places, and intermittently tightening, strangling the wearer."
Klein nodded thoughtfully, thinking about the unlucky guy who had just barged into their battlefield, and suddenly realized that teleportation wasn't so convenient after all.
Who knows if the next place you appear will be your own destination or someone else's battlefield?