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"Your Highness Princess, this is the information about the 'Immortal King'."

On the fifth day of finalizing the collaboration, Bernadette received further news that the 'Immortal King' had left the island where he was stationed and began roaming the seas.

The "Immortal King" has always kept a low profile, and is in charge of the powerful seal "Death". Some pirates think that the "Immortal King" itself is not strong, perhaps only at the level of a pirate general, and the real "Immortal King" is actually a "death call".

This is also uncertain, after all, the "devil" is always cunning and insidious, and it may be that Agaritu is deliberately trying to show weakness to attract prey.

What did the sage who passed through the soothsayer want to do when he collected information about Agaritu...... Need a Sage-level secret puppet? (She collected information and learned that the soothsayer's sequence 5 is called "Master of Secret Puppets") or obtained the seal "Death Number"? Or is there some other personal vendetta? Although this matter has nothing to do with her, Bernadette can't help but be curious.

Please report the approximate sea area where the "Immortal King" is now, and the possible course of the course. That's pretty much it, and if you go into a little more detail, you'll be discovered by the other party...... Due to the devil's tricky sense of crisis, this time Bernadette's investigation relies entirely on "luck".

For example, divide your subordinates into several teams, carry some medium and low sequence seals of the demon path and go in different directions, to see if you can meet the "Immortal King" in a narrow way within seven days.

So far, she's been in luck.

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the passenger ship docked at a port.

It will stay here all night and set sail again tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. Passengers and sailors alike can disembark and relax on the island and soak up the sea.

One by one, passengers disembarked or relaxed in the recreational facilities of the passenger ship.

The King of Decay was not ready to go to the island, and she sensed that there would be a tsunami here.

So she went up to the deck, stared for a moment at a certain direction on the sea, took out the "Navigation Manual" from her pocket, compared it, and pointed her finger on the simple map the end of the voyage, the large island in the center, surrounded by many small islands.

"Byam."

She pronounced the name, an impatient expression on her face: "...... What's up there that keeps yelling in my ear? ”

From the moment I entered the sea, the hysterical roar, the unexplained Hanhu language, kept repeating "help" and "give me sacrifices". If it's not an animal, it's a human being who has gone so mad that he can't speak.

Such souls are extremely low-quality and of little value.

"The waves, the sound of human prayers...... One...... A demigod, oh, the voice I heard came from a demigod in Rorsted Island. It was dying and dying, so I felt it. ”

"Oh my God." She muttered to herself with a complicated expression, "I'm actually 'hungry' to the point where I can hear the death of a demigod?" ”

The bottom line will only get lower and lower, and the outer gods, who have high requirements for food (at least angels), decide not to eat this mouthful of toothpick meat.

But she simply passed a divination, and with the help of great success, she understood that Rorsted Island would soon be destroyed to a certain extent because of the demigod above, and there could be many ways to destroy, such as ending one: being partially sunk by the demigod himself, ending two: being cleaned by the whole of the sea water by the Storm Church in order to "reduce subsequent damage", ending three: although it did not sink and cracked, all the believers who believed in the demigod on the island went crazy, and the Storm Church cleaned up the mess after killing others indiscriminately.

There are hundreds of thousands of permanent residents on Rorsted Island, but it has something to do with it...... She reached out and grabbed it in the air, grabbing a handful of spider-like lines of void, and more layers in the distance, like an impenetrable web.

She let go of her hand, and the threads disappeared again.

At present, there are about 50,000 in total, and the tsunami caused by the sinking will definitely affect the surrounding islands, which is actually a disaster...... She thought about it, maybe she could save this demigod for the time being, let them go crazy but not die, and then reveal the information to Bernadette ......?

If you do it yourself to temporarily delay the decline, you should be able to forcibly count Bernadette as a "conspirator".

"Sage" is actually a more neutral word in the ancient Hermetic language, although it is slightly more positive from later languages. After all, its precursor "Master of Prophecy" is also a neutral word, and after predicting a disaster, you can choose to stand by and watch, you can choose to add a fire to take advantage of the opportunity, or you can choose to reach out and stop it.

Assuming Bernadette's refusal, it may be possible to judge that the "sage's" promotion ceremony was a disaster rather than an expansion.

"Forget it, there's no need."

She gave up on the idea: a waste of time and not necessarily profitable. The ritual of the "sage" has nothing to do with him, and he does not need to know the information of the "sage's promotion ceremony".

In the case of the godhood ceremony, you can consider it.

She turned around and prepared to go back to her room to rest, but after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

"You want to go?" The outer god said to himself, "You think there's something out there that draws you in?" ”

The "disfigured puppet" took a strong interest in that direction.

A high-order seal or a strong one in the soothsayer's path?

She glanced at the island from afar, which she couldn't see at all, turned around, and walked down the steps: "Then go and see." ”

Back in her room, into the spirit realm, she drifted to a hidden harbor on Rorsted Island.

As soon as she came here, she immediately felt the aura of decay filling all around, forming a gray haze in the sky that only she could see. It was too dry, and the moisture and even blood in everyone's body were constantly being absorbed by the demigod, and the lips were dry, the skin was chapped, and there was a human form in the shadows that would turn into crumbs when the wind blew. At the same time, it was too humid, the smell of rage came from the sea, the aquatic animals swam restlessly, and the elements were extremely active, to the point that they could cause a tsunami of imbalance at any time.

It was not the death of the demigods that attracted him, but the breath of the more than 50,000 dying people......

It's worth a taste.

"What attracts you is not far away?" She looked up and glanced in the direction the puppet suggested, "Let's go." ”

Passing past a dark-skinned, thin, shriveled native, and through the alleys with clothes drying overhead, her eyes suddenly opened up to a square that was not too big.

In the square, a group of locals gathered around the central pool, kneeling, prostrating, muttering, or singing, their expressions reverent but numb.

Sensing someone approaching, they turned their heads one after another.

The "Faceless Puppet" is learning, so it takes the initiative to change the appearance of its current body into the appearance of an indigenous person that it has eaten.

Although the clothing is a little different, they also have a dark complexion and soft facial features, which is the appearance characteristic of the locals. The men slowly turned their heads back again, and the sound of windows closing overhead.

"Praise be to the great god of the sea, Kavituwa, who has sheltered us through tsunamis and storms, and please calm the angry ......"

The outer god listened to their prayers and reached out to grasp somewhere in the void, grasping the ethereal occult connection, and pulling it off with a single tug. A few of the people who gathered around the square to pray suddenly let out a terrible scream, their bodies quickly dehydrated and shriveled, and their flesh and blood crumbled and fell off in front of everyone's eyes, and their bones cracked with a sound, and they rolled and crushed themselves into a pile of powder that had once been human.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and no one gathered the ashes for them, and they gathered them in the middle and knelt and prayed even more fervently, hoping that the sea god who had taken the "sacrifice" would no longer be angry.

The King of Decay grasped the thin thread in his hand and felt a ruin-like cavern in the water, where the huge blue sea serpent was swimming wildly in the water, as if dancing a dance of destruction.

"How much strength does it take to curse a demigod......

She muttered to herself in her mind, and then sent a message to the sea serpent along the occult connections.

……

Ruthlessly rejected by the container, Kavituva roared hysterically, the gray mist blocking its senses, the selected container could not enter, and his body and spirit were about to collapse!

There was no time left to choose the next vessel, the last of its sanity was about to disappear, and it did not even have the ability to think to make a request to the believers on the land to "sacrifice to me", and its priests also appeared to varying degrees of madness because of the fury of the god of faith, or prostrate on the ground, or tearing their own flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a lofty gaze fell on him, and Cavitova's frenzied brain regained some composure from the instinct of fear. It was coiled around one of the stone pillars of the ruins, and the stone pillar was crumbling because of it, and it did not dare to breathe.

A thought fell on its mind, and it instantly understood the meaning:

"If you want to be saved, you need to pay for something."

Pay, pay...... A human word, it can understand. As if in a desperate situation, Cavitovis barely used what little of his mind was left to think about what he could pay.

Its eyes swept over the ruins: stone statues, ancient gold coins, deep-sea treasures and pearls, tattered wall carvings, human priests.

It rolled up its tail and rolled it all up, and the roar was swallowed up by the sea, and the sound turned into a huge tide crashing against the shore sand, and the docked fishing boats swayed like models.

"Why did you suddenly have such a big storm?!"

A man who was hurrying to the shore grabbed his coat, and the sea breeze nearly snatched it away from him.

He almost shouted these words, and the wind swallowed everything, but the adventurer next to him was still meticulous, his top hat firmly glued to his head, and his eyes that could not be opened by the wind added a bit of ferocity and sharpness to him.

Gelman Sparrow didn't speak, shouting that Danitz didn't fit his character. He shook his head, but wondered if Daniz had seen it.

Daniz probably didn't see it, they quickened their pace, and ran all the way out of the native-inhabited area against the strong wind, and when they entered the city of Baiam, they felt that the wind had finally lightened.

Far under the water, Kavituva was answered:

"It's not enough."

It roared, tightening its body harder, and the priests he had curled up trembled violently, bleeding from their mouths and noses.

Believer! It remembered its faithful possessions, and I still have many believers on earth! I still have a lot of treasure! I can give them all to you!

"It's a little worse."

The donkey of Kavituwa is running out of skills, and it has nothing else. However, after the silence that had made it suffocate and mad, it finally heard the beautiful voice high above it again, giving it hope of survival:

"Dance more violently."

"Raise the biggest tsunami, and then you will be saved."

It froze, and then hovered in ecstasy, and fell in bits and pieces of jewels and gold coins that it had rolled up, as if it had been raining heavily in the sea. The priests, bathed in the rain, did not understand why God was pleased, but they also supported their broken bodies and prayed joyfully.

After sending the message.

The curse was taken by the other party, and the Declining King let go of his hand, and the broken thread dissipated in the air. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"Bernadette took the initiative."

"The thing that attracted you is gone?"

"That's fine. Let's go back then. ”

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At the table with a lot of miscellaneous items, the "bald head" Carrat, who was sitting in an iron wheelchair, said to the tattooed man Edmonton with a regretful face:

"What a pity."

"Just a little bit...... He didn't pick it up, he just touched it. Edmonton sighed in the same way.

Kalat looked at the slightly curved bone sword and said to himself fanatically:

"When an outsider picks up this holy sword, God will reappear on the earth......"

Edmonton then knelt down, as if confessing to the gods.

As the minutes ticked by, Carat and Edmonton suddenly heard two screams. When they looked up, they saw two of their companions lying straight down, their skin like weathered rocks, losing all moisture.

Carat and Edmonton glanced at each other, sensing something strange.

Both straightened up at the same time and looked at the table.

The milky-white holy sword cracked with a thud and shattered into countless small pieces.

Then they heard the wind howling outside, and the open windows crashing wildly against the windowsills and walls, and the people who were by the windows hurriedly closed the windows. I saw that the trees outside the window almost fell to the ground, and the pedestrians on the road were staggered, and the dust was all over the sky, as if a small sandstorm had been blown.

Is it the "sea god" who is reprimanding us for being unfavorable? At the same time, there was such a panic in their hearts.

"When an outsider picks up this holy sword, the god will reappear on the earth."

"But what if the holy sword breaks?"

These two sentences echoed in the minds of Carat and Edmonton, completely touching their blind spots.

For a few tens of seconds, they looked at the shattered holy sword, their expressions glazed and speechless.

They couldn't believe that the Holy Sword, which had only been touched by outsiders in the evening, had shattered so suddenly!

What does this mean? What does this mean? The two did not dare to think deeply, as if they had returned to the beginning, when a secret stronghold of the rebels was discovered by the Rune military and was swept up without warning, their fathers all died in the massacre, female relatives were taken captive and sold to different places, and before receiving the bad news, Carat and Edmonton's mood was the same as at this time, precipitation, panic, anticipation and anxiety mixed into a strong depression.

"Go back to the jungle, find the high priest, find out why, perhaps, this is the latest revelation from God......" Kalat said in a deep voice, turning his wheelchair.

Edmonton immediately stood up and said to the remaining men:

"You continue to look for those blasphemers, but don't stay here."

"Also, instruct the believers outside not to perform any rituals recently, not even to pray!"

Things took an unexpected turn of events, which made him extra vigilant.

They rushed out of the door as fast as they could, and when they pushed the door open, they were ready for the storm, but at the very moment the door opened, the hurricane suddenly stopped, the distant sound of the waves gradually stopped, and the whole town was so quiet that only the rustling of leaves remained.

If it weren't for the still shaking branches and the dust, it would have been as if the storm had never existed.

This...... They glanced at each other, even more unable to grasp the current situation.

……

Somewhere in the Rorsted Islands, on a secluded island.

Bernadette Gustav, the "mysterious queen" who was resting in one of her strongholds and sorting out intelligence clues, suddenly felt that her spirituality had been touched by something.

Confused, she got up and went to her divination room, lifted the black cloth from the crystal ball, and sat down in front of it.

She closed her eyes like a soothsayer in folklore, put her hands on the outside of the crystal ball, and held them up in the air.

The Master of Prophecy closed his eyes, and the crystal ball slowly glowed.

Crash!

Faintly, Bernadette seemed to hear the sound of the rushing tide and saw the illusory cascading waves in the crystal ball, as if a boundless, bottomless blue ocean had been generated.

"Reincarnation Paradise"

In the middle of the ocean, there was a huge, blue figure like a tower, supporting everything.

The turquoise tower collapsed and plunged into the sea, setting off huge waves.

The waves engulfed the boats, the islands, and in an instant washed away the coastal houses.

The waves turned into cascading tsunamis that rolled up medium-sized and even large sailboats and crashed into towns and crashed into white-washed churches.

The low-lying islands disappeared into the sea.

The illusory waves rushed towards Bernadette, and when she opened her eyes, the purple in them had not yet completely faded, and it was as if the sea was still vast.

She inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, and quickly calmed down.

This time, the foreshadowing was very obvious, far more than what I felt during the "Great Smog of Beckland". The time is very close, the place is very close, and even the identity of the blue tower can be directly said by her-

- The indigenous beliefs of the Rorsted Islands, "Goddess of the Sea" Kavituwa!

Is this sea snake completely insane? Have you finally decided to take everything around you with you to bury yourself?

Bernadette immediately felt the anger she hadn't felt for a long time, but at the same time she thought of someone else.

"Aquaman" Arne Courtman.

This kind of catastrophe that is obvious enough to touch the inspiration of the master of prophecy, "Aquaman" should not be unfelt.

Of course, whether he is willing to care or not is another matter, after all, the most dead are still natives, as long as the Rune settlement and the Storm parish are not in great danger, the life and death of those natives are not worth caring about at all.

Bernadette's concern for the natives was also limited, but more of a dislike for their ignorance than disgust and disdain.

If the tsunami is really successful, not only the indigenous people, but also many ships and people will definitely be damaged. Assuming you were able to stop Kavituwa, or to some extent help the disaster, these casualties could have been avoided.

After thinking about it, Bernadette decided to go to Byam to have a look.

TBC

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