8mi Chapter 370 Melee 2
Chapter 370 Melee 2
Chapter 370 Melee 2
As "Aquaman" Yann Courtman watched Hermes' actions, a hint of surprise flashed in his deep blue eyes. He compared the faces of the royal family members he knew to Hermes in his mind.
Is it a newly appointed royal angel hidden away? Or perhaps someone from the Castile family in Feneport?
But I should know all the angels who are still active in reality...
After pondering for a while, Arne Coltman, unable to figure out Hermes' identity, temporarily put the question aside.
Whether it's the hidden angels of the Rune royal family or the Castia family, they can and must be allies when facing these "witches" and the demigods of the Rose School.
Otherwise, even if he were to wield a level 1 sealed artifact, he would have no confidence whatsoever in facing so many demigods and angels, even if they were clearly hostile and would not cooperate in any way.
This is Bayam, the core diocese of the Church of Storms in the Sunia Sea, and no loss is permissible.
Thinking of this, he seemed to have made a momentous decision and said to Hermes, "This strange angel, as long as you do not fight against the storm, I can cooperate with you to punish these evildoers and will not pursue the matter of you trespassing into Bayam and causing chaos."
"OK."
Hermes chuckled in response, then declared again in his authoritative voice, "Chaos has been reduced and order has been strengthened here!"
"Evil must be punished!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yann Courtman instantly felt a power originating from the rules empower him, greatly diminishing the effect of "mystery reduced, reality enhanced" on him.
Opposite him, several "witches" and the demigod Jax of the Rose School suffered punishment from the rules.
The "witch" who spreads disaster and the "puppet" who indulges in desire may not be chaotic, but they definitely belong to evil.
Under the influence of the power of the rules, their bodies seemed to be bound to the gallows, unable to move.
Snapped!
An invisible whip lashed at them, tearing their clothes, tearing their flesh, and exposing their bones.
"Aquaman" Yann Courtman couldn't help but glance at Hermes again, feeling a surge of goodwill and recognition towards this unfamiliar angel.
This is an angel who follows order and rules, and has morals and principles.
He withdrew his gaze and stared straight ahead, his long robes fluttering in the wind, his thick, long hair dancing in the air, and a dangerous glint of lightning brewing in his deep blue eyes.
Boom!
A silvery-white lightning bolt shot out from the gathering clouds, followed by a dense shower of lightning like raindrops.
These lightning bolts, carrying an intense, almost tangible, aura of brutal destruction, struck out in a dense barrage, enveloping the entire enclosed area in a thunder forest.
The dock area is located less than a kilometer from Olive Tree Avenue.
The three members of Cyril, who had escaped the battlefield under Hermes's cover, suddenly stopped in unison and looked back.
The heavy, oppressive clouds and the dense, striking lightning made one's brow twitch.
"Lord Aquaman has made his move..." Alger's tone was somewhat complicated.
Although he was impressed by the power displayed by "Aquaman", he did not think "Aquaman" could gain the upper hand against so many "witches" who were no weaker than "Aquaman", and was even a little worried about whether the other party could escape unscathed.
Of course, he wasn't concerned about "Aquaman," but rather worried that without "Aquaman" to restrain them, those powerful "witches" might catch up again.
As his thoughts wandered, he saw "the world" blow its brass whistle again, followed by a cold and dangerous aura.
He subconsciously activated his spiritual vision and saw countless fountains of white bones gushing from the ground, piecing together a huge skeletal creature similar to the one before.
"World" pulled a crudely cut paper figure from his pocket, tore it in half, and handed it to the skeletal creature summoned by the copper whistle.
After the skeletal creature took the torn paper figure, its body quickly disintegrated, turning back into countless skeletons that disappeared onto the ground.
For some reason, he felt a sense of urgency to flee when he saw the giant skeletal creature.
"I didn't bring a pen."
Hopefully, Mr. Azik can understand the meaning behind that torn paper figure.
As he spoke, Klein raised his right hand, and his body was immediately enveloped in a golden light.
The light rippled outwards in layers, passing over the bodies of Cyrien and Alger, purifying them of the curses and pathogens that had tainted them.
While manipulating the "Purification Aura," he looked at Sirion and asked, "Who is that old man in the grey robe?"
Hearing this question, Alger also turned his head curiously.
"Someone that you, and most of the extraordinary ones, have heard of and are very familiar with."
He paused for two seconds, then slowed his speech slightly before saying, "Hermes."
He, no, he is Hermes?
Hermes, one of the earliest masters of mysticism, the founder of human mysticism, and active in the dark Second Age!
Klein and Alger's thoughts were in sync like never before.
He looked quite ordinary; if I met him on the street, I would probably just ignore him.
I remember Hermes was a master of occultism in the field of the mind, and this may be a kind of psychological suggestion that He solidified by using the power of the "audience".
Klein, who knew Hermes from Russell's diary and from Cyril's words, focused more on Hermes's appearance.
Alger, who was encountering Hermes and an angel at such close range for the first time, had more to think about:
This earliest master of mysticism is still alive!
"Fate" called Adam's name in the Mirror World. Hermes must have received that person's instructions to come here. Does that mean that he and Hermes have both joined that organization?
Is this what they mean by "every word spoken will be known"? From the moment he called out that person's name, it was definitely no more than a minute. Perhaps "fate" held a much higher position in that organization than I thought.
But he...
Alger quickly interrupted his thoughts and turned his attention back to Hermes.
He had inadvertently thought of Adam's name, and he worried that Adam might divert some of Adam's attention to him.
If "Fate's" identity is exposed due to his own actions, even if "Fate" doesn't retaliate because of Mr. "Fool," the entity behind him might not necessarily give Mr. "Fool" any face.
Alger carefully gathered his thoughts and glanced at Cyril, who was still staring at the dark cloud in the sky where lightning kept falling.
Noticing Alger's gaze, Cyril looked at him with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
Alger paused for a moment, then asked, "Shouldn't we take this opportunity to get out of here quickly?"
"It's safer to stay in Bayam at a time like this."
As he spoke, he pointed to the thick, dark clouds in the distance where lightning kept striking: "Here, even 'Sea King' will take the initiative to fight our enemies."
"You won't get this kind of treatment once you leave Bayam."
"However, you can leave. After all, you're not the one being targeted, and your identity isn't suitable for you to stay with the two of us who have bounties on our heads from the Church of Storms."
After pondering for a moment, Alger shook his head: "You might need some help, and I'm just an unlucky bystander who was innocently dragged into this and has your eyes on the ghost ship."
He was gambling that this incident would bring him closer to "fate" and "the world," and that he could gain more favor from Mr. Fool and the beings behind "fate."
Although this might lead to suspicion from the Church of Storms, the risk is well worth it compared to the gains.
Of course, the main reason is that his past behavior was completely without flaws. Even if the Storm Church suspected him, he could withstand scrutiny. At most, the church's level of trust in him would decrease.
However, he was not valued by the church and was not among the most trusted core members.
As he drifted into thought, Sirion nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense, and it fits the Storm Church's style of charging in with fists raised."
Alger's lips twitched. He felt that "Fate's" impression of the Storm Church was somewhat biased, but after seeing "The World" nod slightly, he gave up on correcting the other party's idea.
Cyril suddenly frowned. He and Klein turned their heads almost simultaneously, their spiritual intuitions stirred, and they vaguely saw a card inlaid with diamonds and shimmering with brilliant light.
The next second, two beautiful and charming women appeared on the street ahead.
One of them wore an orange floral dress, had wavy hair, and possessed a graceful and charming figure.
A woman dressed in a black court dress, her bright, deep gray eyes revealing an unyielding sorrow, her expression both mournful and harboring hidden anger.
The "Orange Witch" and Clarice, the "Black Witch" who was recently killed by Hermes.
She hasn't fully digested the "Immortal Witch's" potion yet, and can only make one Sleeping Mirror for resurrection in the short term. It's quite risky for her to act with the "Orange Witch" when she has already been resurrected once and hasn't had time to remake the Sleeping Mirror. However, the fact that she lost her "Conqueror" trait last time made "Primordial" very angry, and she must make amends and take risks for it.
Thinking of this, she lost her previous composure. The crystal-clear ice beneath her feet spread rapidly, and invisible spider silk carrying pathogens and curses surrounded Sirion in the air.
Cyril's eyes sparkled with tiny, dazzling starlight as his figure vanished from his spot, only to reappear around him, creating one "clone" after another.
In the eyes of each "avatar," illusory books are constantly turning.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Some of the "clones" materialized into a crystal-clear, dreamlike ice spear in front of them; others grasped a long spear of blazing white and red flames; still others had their eyes transformed into pale golden vertical pupils, and a raging wind, seemingly emanating from reality yet also from illusion, surged around them...
Klein's gloves became transparent. He took a step closer to Alger, who was being lifted into the air by the gale, and his figure became transparent as well, disappearing into thin air.
"Mirror image appears!"
The next second, a charming woman wearing an orange floral dress appeared in front of him.
The other person looked at him with a half-smile, their tone exceptionally cold: "Don't try to play mirror magic in front of a 'witch.'"
Klein opened his mouth expressionlessly and let out a silent shriek.
The figure of the "witch" opposite suddenly became illusory and scattered, as if many mirrors were simultaneously intersecting and overlapping each other.
In this strange state, the other party easily avoided the "scream of the vengeful spirit" he emitted.
Then the scattered figures quickly overlapped and solidified, smiling at Klein.
Klein felt as if his perfect goddess was extending an invitation to him, and he stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
While he was still in a daze, large swaths of petrified gray-white material appeared from under the feet of the "witch" opposite him and spread toward him.
When Klein came to his senses, he realized it was too late to dodge.
The vast disparity between the two sides filled him with despair... This was an enemy that couldn't be defeated or escaped by magical items or combat wisdom.
The next instant, he saw the black around him become blacker, the white whiter, and the red redder...
The stony grayness that had spread to his feet was contained, decaying rapidly and withering away inch by inch.
At the same time, a hand landed on his shoulder and pulled him out of the mirror world.
"Mr. Azik!" Klein looked at the newcomer with surprise.
Azik reached out and adjusted the silk hat on his head, replying gently, "That mirror world was interfered with by the power of a higher being. I was able to locate you using that bronze whistle, which is why I was a little late."
"No, you've come at just the right time," Klein exclaimed sincerely.
"Stay away and don't go back into the mirror world."
As he spoke, Azik pulled him behind him, his gaze slightly darkening as he looked at the alluring woman in the orange floral dress who had appeared in front of him.
Klein nodded, said nothing more, and used the flames to leap away from where he stood.
In this kind of battlefield between high-sequence units, he would only be a burden if he stayed behind. The most important thing now is to find a safe place and then go above the gray fog to use the Scepter of the Sea God to provide support.
Using high-frequency "flash" and the pulling of "Black Witch" Clarice, Cyril's movements gradually slowed down, and he felt discomfort coming from his lungs and heart.
The astrologer's spiritual intuition told him that in two or three seconds, the plague that had accumulated in his body would erupt.
This might not directly take his life, but it will definitely render him unable to resist.
Damn! She got too close; I didn't even have a chance to summon Erdfana.
I should have been nicer to Eric Drake. If he were still alive, we wouldn't be left with only Hermes to save the day.
As he sighed inwardly, a gray mist suddenly filled his vision, and a tall angel with twelve pairs of jet-black wings burst through the mist and appeared before him, enveloping him with the layers of wings behind him.
In that instant, Sirion felt much more relaxed, and the sense of urgency and inescapable crisis disappeared.
The next second, two more clones appeared in his "flash," standing in the distance. One took out a harmonica and brought it to its lips, playing it forcefully, while the other murmured in a broken yet coherent voice: "A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who wields good fortune!"
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