prynovel Chapter 340 Script
Chapter 340 Script
Chapter 340 Script
Tobias's figure was quickly outlined on the deck.
"I forgot something, this afternoon I conquered a witch on the ship."
"Because it was my first time trying this, I went a little too far. She lost consciousness and, without my commands, is now in a state of being a living dead."
"Consider her part of the payment I made to you. You can either kill her extraction ability or use her as a fully realistic doll."
After saying that, he took out a blue pebble from his pocket, crushed it, and disappeared from the spot.
Klein blinked, instinctively retorting, "Is his talk of conquering and creating lifelike dolls even serious?"
Cyril shrugged: "Maybe it's both serious and unserious..."
"However, you now have the food you need for feeding the gloves."
The two then used divination to find their way and located the place Tobias had described as having been "conquered" to the point of unconsciousness.
The first-class cabin where the "witch" was located.
Cyril reached out and placed his hand on the doorknob, applying gentle pressure, and the door clicked open.
Then I saw a beautiful woman in a blue dress lying on the floor with her eyes open but no life.
Cyril leaned against the doorframe, making way for Klein: "This beautiful and helpless lady is yours."
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After a moment of silence, Klein took out a gold coin, tossed it twice, then squatted down and extended his right hand, which was adorned with "Wriggling Hunger".
On the thin gloves that looked like they were made of human skin, the palm suddenly split open, and illusory teeth and tongues grew out, wolfing down the blue-skirted woman lying on the ground.
Klein turned his head expressionlessly to look at Sirion, who was leaning against the door, and said, "I stood there just now to confirm whether she was tainted by sin or had killed innocent people."
"I'm not curious," Cyril shook his head, then chuckled. "You probably don't want to watch 'Wriggling Hunger' feeding, do you?"
After a half-second silence, Klein changed the subject: "You don't seem to have much interest in those angelic-level characteristics?"
Cyril curled his lip: "Perhaps it's disgust, or perhaps it's anger at being used; the Lord of Storms clearly doesn't want us to obtain that trait."
The remnants of the Storm Lord's divine power and aura on that battlefield haven't dissipated. Running to collect special abilities at this time greatly increases the chance of encountering danger; the Storm Lord might even unleash a few lightning bolts.
"Furthermore, I already have a Sequence 1 Conqueror's Blade," so the "tainted Weather Sorcerer" trait is naturally dispensable.
Upon hearing him mention the "Conqueror" trait, Klein couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where did you get your 'Conqueror' trait?"
"Isn't it the deal you mentioned before between the Rune royal family and the Witch Cult?"
Cyril nodded: "Besides this one, I can't get the other two either."
Even though he had some guesses about the answer, Gehrman Sparrow's cold face still stiffened for a moment when he heard Cyril openly admit it.
...This is a feature of Sequence 1, and you just snatched it away like that. Did you actually take the main character role of Emperor Roselle?
To be able to snatch something from the Royal Family of Rune and the Witch Cult, they must have mobilized multiple angels. What terrifying interpersonal relationships!
Or perhaps this is actually an action by that organization, but the "Conqueror" characteristic is temporarily retained in him?
If that's the case, is he really that high-ranking in that organization?
Simply relying on strength is definitely not enough to obtain such a position, so why not just become... um, a follower of the leader of that organization?
He shook his head slightly, gathering his thoughts, and stopped pondering the other person's position in that organization. Instead, he asked, "Do you know the whereabouts of the other two 'Conqueror' traits?"
Cyril tilted his head back and said softly, "One is with Amon, and the other is underground in Trier, on the body of a mad conqueror."
He paused, then looked at the spot on the floor where the woman's corpse had disappeared, and asked curiously, "What kind of extraordinary ability did you acquire?"
Klein stood up, his gloves now a deep, mirror-like black, giving him a softer, more alluring look.
The next second, white frost spread from his feet, covering most of the floor, and then suddenly burst into black, illusory flames.
"He has two abilities: manipulating black flames and frost."
Bansi is now just a crescent-shaped bay.
The deep blue, almost black seawater repeatedly crashed against the cliff face, and every now and then, large or small rocks would fall off and disappear into the sea.
The howling wind echoed like a mournful cry in the sky, filling the remaining island and the surrounding sea with a sense of deathly silence. There was no life here, nor was it suitable for life to survive.
The crimson moonlight fell like a thin veil, gently draping the scorched ground.
A transparent, ethereal figure, bathed in moonlight, walked slowly on the ground without making a sound.
He wore blood-stained black armor, was young and handsome, with red hair, a banner-like mark between his eyebrows, and horrible, rotting marks on his face. Two of the split scars formed two mouths that were opening and closing.
"Damn it, we abandoned Ince Zangwell, and now the Ghost Frame has been destroyed by the Storm Lord's lightning strike. We're about to die completely in this ruined place."
"It's not just like ruins, it was ruins to begin with."
"Look, Sauron has gone mad."
"Obviously, you're the one who keeps barking like a dog, which is crazier."
The handsome man curled the corners of his lips into a smile and said calmly, "Perhaps if we're lucky enough, we can combine the properties extracted from the ghostly painting frame with any stone to obtain a magical item with similar effects?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than his lips on both cheeks retorted, "Bullshit!"
"Are you dreaming, Medici?"
Medici continued nonchalantly, "Since you have no other way and do not want to disappear completely, why not pray to my Lord?"
"impossible!"
"That's right, even if you disappear completely, even if you vanish onto this deserted island, we will not let you pray to the true Creator."
"Oh....
'
Medici chuckled softly, raising the skull he was holding—which looked like a shattered face—to his eyes, his gaze unreadable.
He stood there in silence for nearly half a minute before suddenly turning his head to look at the deep sea surface where lightning occasionally flashed.
A purplish-blue light, with a powerful attraction, was flying towards him.
Snapped!
He reached out and caught the light.
It was a palm-sized crystal pillar, purplish-blue in color, crystal clear, and with countless holes.
Different pores on the crystal pillar contain various weather phenomena such as fog, hail, rain, and lightning, which sometimes spread outwards and sometimes retract inwards.
The extraordinary characteristics of the "Weather Wizard"!
"Haha, it's that extraordinary characteristic of the guy destroyed by the 'Lord of Storms'!"
"None of those guys retrieved it before, so it was naturally attracted to us after its characteristics were combined. What a strange fate."
"Not only will we not disappear completely, but we will also shed our identity as evil spirits!"
"Fate..."
After a soft murmur, urged on by Solo and Einhorn's consciousness, Medici placed the unexpected "weather wizard" trait into her semi-transparent body, enveloping it and digesting it little by little.
After closing his eyes briefly to carefully sense his surroundings, he reopened them. His previously transparent body suddenly became much more solid, almost becoming a physical entity.
"It's time to leave."
After sighing, he took a step forward and, relying on his rank and the characteristics he had just acquired, directly entered the spirit world.
Shortly after Medici Soren Einhorn left, a figure shrouded in a faint silver glow emerged in the damp, lifeless air.
Wearing a simple and plain linen robe, Urolius glanced around indifferently, a glint of light seemingly shining in his silver eyes.
"He almost stopped me from meeting Medici again..."
After a moment of silence, just as he was about to leave, a tattered strip of cloth, seemingly torn from a shirt, was blown by the sea breeze and landed in front of him.
The strip of cloth was speckled with charred marks from electric arcs, and bore faint black words: "...In a complex and coincidental fate, the Lord of Storms" prevented Tobias from reclaiming his own properties, but he failed to notice Medici Soren Einhorn, hidden in a corner of Banshee.
With the power of the City of Calamity, Medici Soren Einhorn has been freed from the evil spirits' madness...
'
"Also rid of the mark left by the true creator in Backlund..."
"Entangled by the wills of Sauron and Einhorn, Medici never had the opportunity to utter the name of the true Creator."
"Under the influence of his own status and the City of Calamity," the characteristics extracted from the corrupted Tobias were naturally drawn to and gathered around Medici Soren Einhorn.
Medici Soren Einhorn, having acquired the "Weather Wizard" ability, chose to leave Banshee to find a safe place to process his "Characteristics" and recover his power. This caused him to miss Ulorus, who had come looking for him...
Ulorus held the strip of cloth expressionlessly, a flicker of doubt crossing his silver eyes.
"He has already taken control of 0-08..."
As he murmured, his figure disappeared onto the ruined island.
Just as dawn was breaking, a powerful and terrifying spiritual force "scanned" the surrounding sea, and incidentally, it also "scanned" the White Agate.
Startled awake by this energy, Cyril rubbed his eyes and sighed helplessly.
"Why are you working overtime before dawn..."
After muttering something, he reached into his coat draped over the headboard and pulled out a glass crystal ball. After divining whether there would be any danger ahead, he pulled the covers over himself, turned over, and went back to sleep.
On the deck at the bow of the ship, an elderly man wearing a black soft hat, a black robe embroidered with storm symbols, and unusually serious silver eyes descended onto the deck amidst the raging wind.
If Cyril were on the deck now, he would recognize the old man.
Ace Snake, the "Singer of God," was transferred from the parish of Backlund after the assassination of Duke Negan.
His gaze swept carefully across the entire White Agate, causing a barely perceptible breeze to stir within the cabin.
In a first-class cabin, Danitz suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly in bed.
He looked around nervously, his eyes bloodshot.
Just a moment ago, he felt as if he were being stared at by a terrifying deep-sea monster. The pressure was even more terrifying than when he was standing in front of the purification cannon of the "Golden Dream".
"There's definitely something wrong with this ship, absolutely!"
"What happened yesterday was so terrifying, and there's still more to come today..."
"Once we reach Damir Island, I have to disembark. If I ever come near this ship again, I'm a piece of shit!"
As he was talking to himself, his door was pushed open from the outside.
"Is there anything you need?"
Upon seeing who opened the door, his barely rising anger was immediately doused with a bucket of cold water.
With the cold expression of Gehrman Sparrow, Klein's gaze swept over Danitz's distinctive face, and he said coldly, "The Church of Storms has boarded the ship; it should be a saint."
"Bullshit!"
Danitz's eyes widened, revealing the bloodshot whites of his eyes, and then he subconsciously reached up and touched his neck.
"Two options: put on makeup or seek help from Randolph."
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow turn away after speaking, Danitz paused for a moment before realizing what was happening, then pursed his lips and said, "Thanks."
After he got dressed and came to the living room, he hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door of the master bedroom.
Two seconds later, Gehrman Sparrow's cold voice rang out: "Speak."
Danitz cleared his throat and said, "Um, do you know which room Randolph Carter lives in?"
"Know."
Danitz waited for a while, but seeing no further response, he grinned at the door in front of him before asking, "Which room exactly?"
A series of knocks on the door interrupted their conversation.
"Hello, the captain has organized a mass for the passengers who were frightened last night. The pastor of the Church of the Lord of Storms is already prepared in the restaurant; please be sure to attend."
"This is not about proselytizing, but simply wishing everyone a safe and healthy voyage."
"Hello....
"
After the voice outside the gate was repeated twice, Danitz finally raised his hand to pat his mouth and said in a yawning voice, "Okay, I'll be there on time."
Thank you for your cooperation.
Once the person outside the door left, Danitz's face immediately fell.
"I... I'll just use makeup to disguise myself."
"Going out at this time would be too conspicuous. He is a saint, and he might have some means to find me."
"With my makeup skills, I'll most likely not be recognized if I blend into the crowd."
"
Klein fell silent in the bedroom.
Do you have some misunderstanding about your makeup skills?