prynovel Chapter 360 The Final Struggle
Chapter 360 The Final Struggle
Chapter 360 The Final Struggle
The spirit world is a place of vibrant, layered colors, resembling countless strange blocks of color stacked together, where even the concepts of direction and distance become blurred.
The moment Sirion and Klein appeared, a clear and bright red light descended from the top of the spirit realm.
A crimson light gathered in front of the two, transforming into an extremely dignified old man dressed in a crimson robe.
"Red Light" El Moria bowed slightly: "Good evening, Your Highnesses."
"Are you heading to the ruins where Kavituwa is hiding now?"
Klein gestured to Cyril beside him and said in a flat tone, "Yes, he needs to document the fall of 'Poseidon'."
"Red Light" El Moria nodded slightly and gestured for him to proceed.
"This is indeed something worth recording. In the past, when the Abraham family was still active, they would often appear in various places through the spirit world to record meaningful people and events."
As they spoke, a clear red light spread from El Moria's body, turning the surrounding area into a solidified domain that carried them forward.
Klein looked around with some curiosity. The speed of the "red light" was many times faster than the floating of his spirit body. The scene of the spirit world was stretched into fine and colorful lines in his eyes.
In about five or six seconds, the fine, colorful lines around them transformed back into the vibrant, somewhat distorted spirit world scene.
A partially obscured collapsed building appeared "ahead" of them.
Outside the building, a giant jellyfish-like spirit creature floated quietly, its body extending into transparent tentacles covered in mucus, asserting its sovereignty over its territory.
"Red Light" El Moria's gaze swept over the spirit creature, and he growled with overwhelming force, "Leave!"
The giant jellyfish swayed, retracted its tentacles that were attached to its territory, and slowly floated away, disappearing into the depths of the spirit world.
After driving away the spirit creatures that had been entrenched there, "Red Light" El Moria turned to Klein and said, "Your Highness, beyond these ruins lies the site where Kavituva is hiding."
"It's not far from being completely dead; you can see it if you get closer."
"But be careful, at this point it has gone completely mad and will only instinctively release its power. Once it leaves the spirit world, its power will inevitably affect you."
Klein nodded politely and earnestly to "Red Light" in thanks: "I understand, thank you very much for your help."
"It's my pleasure."
"If you need me, you can call my name. As long as you are in the spirit world, I will be able to hear you."
After saying that, the figure of the old man in the red robe that the "red light" had transformed into instantly disintegrated, turning into pure red light and returning to the highest point of the spirit realm, where he and the other six pure lights seemed to remain there forever.
Klein looked up at the seven beams of pure light that always existed at the top of the spirit realm and could be seen from anywhere, then let out a soft breath and turned to look at Sirion.
"He's finally gone. His politeness made me feel uncomfortable."
Sirion's gaze swept over the pure light at the very top of the spirit realm, and he reminded him, "The spirit realm itself is made up of all kinds of information; it comes from the past, originates from the present, and also foreshadows the future."
"When a thought arises in your mind, corresponding information will appear. For Jingguang, who can be seen as the manager of the spirit world, this information can be perceived instantly."
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Why didn't you say so sooner?
Klein was somewhat speechless, then he decisively changed the subject: "If 'Red Light' calls me 'Your Highness' because of the space above the gray fog, then why does it call you 'Your Highness'?"
You have it too...
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Cyril interrupted him: "Perhaps I was born noble."
As he spoke, he approached the ruins-like building in front of him and saw a curtain-like, empty "barrier".
Klein felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth behind his helmet, and then he followed in his floating spirit form.
On the other side of the barrier, the deep blue sea surged violently and chaotically, with flashes of silver lightning occasionally streaking across the water, and roars filled with pain, anger, and madness echoing through the air.
Even across the sea, through a barrier, the roar still sent shivers down one's spine, made one irritable, and left one feeling disoriented.
This is a "singing" at the Sequence 3 level, even though it has no melody whatsoever.
Behind him, Klein, who remained in spirit form, was more affected, and even his thoughts became sluggish.
This was even with the "Black Emperor" card strengthening his spirit. Without the "Black Emperor" card, he suspected his spirit would have collapsed directly from that horrible roar.
Cyril clenched his right fist, which was covered by a silver-black glove, and an indescribable aura of authority emanated from him.
Singing is prohibited here!
As he pronounced his sentence, the surrounding screams filled with pain, anger, and madness instantly subsided.
Although some voices still exist, they are no longer enough to influence them.
Klein frowned as he looked at the sea beyond the barrier, where undercurrents and lightning raged. "Even with the barrier in place, the effects of Kavituwa's release of power are this severe..."
"Are you sure you still want to document its demise?"
"It's not necessary to go inside and see for yourself."
As he whispered, he let the crystal ball containing a single azure eye float into his hand, radiating a clear, bright light.
Immediately afterwards, an oval-shaped full-length mirror engraved with ancient and mysterious patterns appeared in front of him.
On the dark, deep mirror, a face with an undisguised lewd air emerged.
The moment Klein saw the face reflected in the mirror, he suddenly hallucinated Arodes.
If Arodes had a face, it would probably look like this, right?
Is this the magic mirror from Snow White?
As he pondered, he saw Cyril reach out and gently stroke the mirror, whispering, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, tell me, what is the state of Kavitova, the god of the sea?"
...It really is a "magic mirror"!
"It's very simple."
The face in the "magic mirror" emitted a high-pitched sound before quickly disappearing.
The originally dark mirror became bright as the human face disappeared, revealing deep blue seawater and broken buildings, the most conspicuous of which was a huge pillar engraved with strange patterns and symbols.
A colossal, unimaginably large, cyan-blue serpent coiled around the pillar, twisting its body as if trying to break the pillar or snap its own body.
The blue-green giant snake's body was covered with irregular wounds that were deep enough to expose the bone, as if they had been forcibly torn out.
The snake's head, which was larger than an ordinary house, was filled with a ferocious and painful expression, and it kept roaring.
Its roar shook the surrounding seawater and distorted the air. Even through the secondary broadcast of the "Magic Mirror," Cyril still felt a numbing sensation as if struck by lightning.
After a short while, the image displayed on the mirror disappeared, and the lewd face reappeared.
It's like someone who gets carsick being forced to squeeze onto a crowded bus all day, and then making a vomiting face in a mirror.
Ugh... Ugh...
"I can't take it anymore, its sound is just too awful."
"This is torture for the mirror."
As he spoke, the "magic mirror" quickly became transparent and disappeared in front of Sirion.
This "mysterious reappearance," which gave him a sense of being alive, ended itself after fulfilling Cyril's request.
"...Even the magical mirror, created through a mysterious reappearance, has such a personality?"
He muttered something, then turned to Klein and said, "How about you give me a paper angel's blessing so I can go in and take a look?"
Are you sure?
Klein pointed to the sea behind the "barrier," where undercurrents surged, lightning flashed, and the roars of vibrating spirits filled the air, and asked.
Cyril nodded. "Agreed."
"Alright, once Kavituwa falls, just summon me here using a séance."
With that, Klein ended the ceremony, and the figure of the rogue "Black Emperor" disappeared from Sirion's sight.
Upon seeing Klein disappear, Cyril immediately chanted in a low voice in Ancient Hermes: "A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."
The next second, a thick gray fog surged before his eyes, and a tall angel with twelve pairs of jet-black wings broke through the fog and appeared in front of him, wrapping him up with layers of black wings behind him.
Once the strange phenomenon disappeared, the crystal ball in his hand once again emitted a clear, bright light.
He then reached into the void in front of him and took out an illusory hat, which he then put on his head.
His figure then vanished, disappearing without a trace.
Above the gray fog, Klein watched this scene with some surprise.
In the true vision revealed by the light of prayer, Cyril's figure was reduced to a faint, illusory shadow.
He easily passed through the "barrier" in the ruins, then his speed suddenly slowed down, as if he had fallen into an invisible swamp, and every movement became difficult.
Lightning, wind blades, and gushing magma formed around him from time to time, but he anticipated them and dodged them all.
As he moved forward, the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer.
Above the gray fog, Klein, aided by the light of prayer, could see this ancient and gloomy ruin more clearly than Cyril.
The buildings in the ruins are either half-collapsed or completely collapsed, but traces of elves can still be seen in the remaining ruins.
At this moment, Cyril, who had concealed his presence, had arrived at the avenue paved with bluish-gray flagstones in front of the ruins.
On both sides stand rows of not-so-thick or tall pillars, engraved with many symbols related to storms, lightning, and waves.
Below were rows of withered figures devoid of flesh and blood, writhing in agony as they echoed Kavituwa's agonizing roars, seemingly sharing his pain.
Cyril suddenly stopped in front of the gates of the ruins.
Further inside, the power released by Kavituwa becomes even more immense, far exceeding the physical strength of his "Recorder".
Before his eyes, gray mist surged, and then the paper angel with twelve pairs of jet-black wings reappeared, wrapping him with its layered wings and bestowing blessings and protection.
The faint echoes of Kavituwa's roar vanished instantly.
He gave a thumbs-up to a place out of sight, then lowered his head, his eyes filled with the rapidly flipping pages of an illusory book.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
The "plague storm" recorded from Erdfana took shape instantly, quietly planting the seeds of "contagious madness" on the nearby Mind Island.
These seeds, carried by the surrounding ocean of the collective unconscious, flow toward the spiritual island belonging to the "sea god" Kavituwa.
He then looked up at Kavituwa, who was perched on a huge pillar, and the illusory book reflected in his eyes kept turning.
The next second, an invisible, transparent breath appeared out of thin air and landed on Kavituwana's body, which was larger than a small mountain.
"Spiritual Breath!"
Kavituwa's writhing and roaring body froze, as if struck by lightning, and his vertical pupils, as large as a carriage, momentarily lost focus.
Its already frenzied spirit was almost torn apart by this attack, and its spiritual body was nearly pierced through.
Before Kavituwa could recover, Cyril reached out and grabbed the crystal, which was so transparent it was almost ethereal.
Amidst the shimmering starlight, his figure detached from the ruins and returned to the spirit world.
roar~~
The next second, sonic waves filled with pain and madness echoed, creating a series of sonic booms, accompanied by the wailing of the wind.
The ruins, which were already resembling ruins, continued to collapse under the sweeping sound waves. A terrifying hurricane, visible to the naked eye, swirled and coiled around, as if it wanted to send the entire ruins into the sky.
Outside Bayam City, the sky inexplicably darkened, and the waves that had been suppressed within normal limits by "Sea King" suddenly surged high, seemingly about to form a terrifying giant wave that would engulf everything.
Rumble!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in succession, followed by a downpour of raindrops the size of beans.
Amidst the howling wind, "Aquaman" Yann Courtman appeared high in the sky with a gloomy face.
He never expected that Kavituwa, whom he had been suppressing so tightly, would suddenly erupt.
"However, this outburst also indicates that Cavituwa has reached the end of his road, and it is the last gasp of his life."
As he whispered, he opened the book with the gold cover that he was holding, a book that looked quite dignified, and wrote a line of Rune words on it with the quill pen he carried with him.
"Disasters must be prevented from occurring here!"
The words he wrote emitted golden light, converging into a brilliant radiance.
Enveloped in brilliant light, the entire page rapidly faded and disappeared, as if merging with the rules of the world.
Immediately afterwards, the torrential rain was wiped away by an invisible force, turning into sparse raindrops, and the thick dark clouds in the sky also thinned out considerably.
This was a Level 1 sealed artifact that he had specially requested from the Storm Abyss Church at headquarters, in order to restrict the "Painter" Randolph Carter, who could appear anywhere at will.
Arne Courtman glanced around, and a howling wind surged from his body, dispelling the last bit of dark clouds.
Outside the city, the newly formed giant wave suddenly froze and then collapsed silently.
The power that Kavitova briefly unleashed after being provoked was suppressed by "Aquaman".