prynovel Chapter 256 Changes in the Blasphemy Card
Chapter 256 Changes in the Blasphemy Card
Chapter 256 Changes in the Blasphemy Card
Cyril stared expressionlessly at the charred corpse before him, his eyes reflecting a phantom book that was slowly turning its pages.
Then he pulled out a sharp, sturdy, heavy, and broad two-handed greatsword out of thin air.
call!
Amidst a fierce whooshing sound, the charred corpse wearing a monocle was cleaved in two diagonally.
It neither resisted nor dodged, as if it were waiting to be chopped down.
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the spot where the charred corpse had fallen. A small worm with alternating transparent and opaque segments on its body, coiled around the corpse, fell out.
It seems that Amon's clone has simply and somewhat hastily gone offline.
He looked around at the scorched and desolate forest and hesitated:
"Hermes?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar figure in the gray-white robe quietly appeared in the corner of his vision. At his feet, a few blades of grass that had not been affected by the battle were swaying slightly in the wind. It seemed that he had been standing here from the beginning, but he had been ignoring him all along.
Noticing the other person's gaze lingering on his face, he quickly took off the monocle he had bought when he left Backlund.
Hermes then nodded slightly and looked away:
"Don't wear a monocle on yourself again, especially not on your right eye. Amon will notice if you try to imitate someone like that, just like he did."
"Once he is detected, besides appearing directly in front of you, he can also choose to parasitize you directly."
Cyril nodded seriously, then explained:
"I just wanted to scare the 'Weather God,' but I didn't expect Amon to arrive so quickly."
Hermes shook his head slightly: "Amon has many clones, so it wouldn't be strange to encounter him anywhere."
"Because of the nature of that path, he alone can be equivalent to those well-structured organizations of extraordinary individuals with many members spread all over the world."
"Those clones of yours may not all be human; they could be a fish swimming in the sea, a bird flying in the sky, or even an ant passing by your feet."
After a slight pause, he said in a very serious tone:
"Therefore, it's best not to imitate Amon. Once you make contact, he'll come knocking on your door immediately."
Cyril nodded very seriously: "I understand."
Hermes didn't say anything more, but gave him a deep look before quietly disappearing from his sight. It was unclear whether she left or entered a state of psychological invisibility once again.
After looking around, Sirion took out a gold coin and tossed it into the air.
After making a simple divination and confirming that neither Amun nor Hermes were around, he then began to recite the honorific name of "The Fool":
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
In less than half a minute, the tranquil, surging gray-white mist reappeared before his eyes, and he saw the figure of the "Fool" high above the endless gray mist.
"Amon left? He didn't parasitize you anymore?"
Cyril silently pointed to the charred corpse that had been cleaved in two not far away, where the Time Insect with twelve segments was still lying quietly.
"It seems the purification ritual won't be necessary."
He muttered something under his breath, then Klein pressed on, asking:
"Did you kill them? Did you kill them all? Did any of them hide?"
"You think you're dealing with cockroaches at home...?"
Cyril's lips twitched slightly before he explained:
"It was Hermes who influenced Amon, and then I killed him with a single sword strike."
"He must have been watching for a long time, didn't you notice?"
Upon hearing this, Klein cautiously scanned his surroundings from above the gray fog using his true vision. After confirming that there were no problems, he said:
"No, there was an unknown force in this forest that interfered with my vision, so I couldn't see much."
"The Hermes you mentioned is probably using this power to hide himself, or he's the one trying to distract me."
...I think you're giving too much credit to the robe.
Cyril silently added a thought to himself, then changed the subject:
"Can you detect an aura similar to that eerie mirror world from before?"
After a brief silence, Klein's voice rang out again:
"I can't see it, perhaps you could try the 'Red Priest' card."
"But I suggest you try again at a different time. I don't have that much spiritual energy left to throw paper angels at you. If you do too many reckless things, you might really die."
"...good."
Nodding slightly in response, Sirien returned to the ruins of the abandoned wooden house that had been burned down. He searched through the charred ashes for a long time but still couldn't find the mirror that would allow him to enter that eerie mirror world.
"Why... is he gone?"
Cyril frowned. He didn't think the mirror would disappear or be destroyed on its own; it was more likely that someone had taken it during that time.
The bishop of the Deep Blue Church, Hermes, the "God of Weather," Amon...
A series of figures flashed through his mind, finally settling on Amon.
After all, this person is not only a habitual thief, but also the most skilled one.
"What are you looking for?"
Klein's voice suddenly echoed in his ears, bringing him back to his senses. He then shook his head and sighed:
"The mirror that was connected to that strange mirror world."
"We couldn't find it. It was probably stolen by Amon just now. Thieves never leave empty-handed."
As he spoke, he took out the "Red Priest" card again, along with the crystal ball made of glass.
As starlight began to twinkle within the crystal ball, making it shine brightly, the illusory starry sky reappeared before Sirion's eyes.
Nothing had changed from before, except for those two rather dazzling illusory stars that were very close to him.
They seemed to be closer, so close that he had the illusion that he could reach out and touch them.
The two illusory stars expanded almost simultaneously, spreading out deep red ripples, as if responding to his gaze.
Without the slightest hesitation, Cyril ended the capture.
After carefully putting away the crystal ball and the "Red Priest" card, he looked around carefully.
...It seems to be in this vicinity, but I don't see anything unusual. Is this not in reality?
As his thoughts drifted, he heard Klein's voice:
"My spirituality is almost depleted, so be careful."
Before he could answer, the layer of quiet, flowing gray mist in his field of vision vanished, along with the sense of being watched from an extremely distant place.
Clang!
He tossed a gold coin and caught it.
After a simple divination to confirm that there was no danger around, he found a clean place to sit down, closed his eyes, meditated, and restored his spirituality.
After the battle, he didn't have much spiritual energy left.
After his spirituality had recovered somewhat, he opened his eyes and reached out to pat the dry, charred soil next to him.
A layer of crystal-clear light spread out from his hand, and in a second or two, a layer of ice that could vaguely reflect light appeared.
After the ice surface formed, he did not remove his hand, but continued to vibrate his spiritual energy, causing layers of dark blue light to ripple outwards. Then, a dark blue, intangible, blurry gate suddenly appeared.
It is embedded in the ice, but beneath it lies not the trace of scorched mud, but a blurry, hazy modern city.
That eerie, mirrored world of old Shanghai!
"As expected, the pollution seeping from the 'City of Calamity' is the key; the mirror that connects to the mirror world is merely a medium."
"However, the mirror that Amon stole must have been extraordinary, because it wasn't destroyed, whether the world in the mirror collapsed or it suffered an attack."
As she muttered to herself, Cyril propped herself up and jumped forward, passing through the "door" on the ice and re-entering the mirror world.
After a moment of weightlessness, he landed steadily.
This time, there were no trolleybuses filled with heads around him, nor rickshaws or women in cheongsams.
"It seems we've entered a deeper area."
He muttered something under his breath, then took out the "Red Priest" card and infused it with spiritual energy to activate it.
Lines of crimson ancient Fussac words appeared on the surface of the cards, and at the same time, Cyril felt a subtle and strange attraction.
It comes from the depths of this mirrored world, and also seems to come from a more distant and elusive place.
After regaining her composure and focusing her attention, Cyril quickly noticed something amiss: the small ancient Fursak script appearing on the "Red Priest" card was more numerous than before.
Following "Sequence 0: Red Priestess", several more lines of main ingredients for the potion of Cataclysm and Origin of Calamity were added: "Red Priestess" uniqueness + "(Chaos) Witch" uniqueness + one "Conqueror" extraordinary trait + one "(Doomsday) Witch" extraordinary trait.
Promotion method: Actively enter and fully control the "City of Calamity".
"This thing can update automatically?"
Cyril looked at the "Red Priest" card in his hand, which now contained information about the sequence, with a face full of suspicion.
He didn't believe that the blasphemous cards Roselle made would be so intelligent as to automatically update their versions.
...So, when I used it to find the pollution of the "City of Calamity" and establish a subtle connection, the "City of Calamity," which sensed the existence of the blasphemous card, actively transmitted a portion of the pollution?
However, due to the unique nature of the blasphemous card, this contamination manifests itself in the form of knowledge.
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