Aaron was startled, suddenly remembering that he still had a cat. He looked at Evelina's resentful little eyes with a guilty conscience and nodded.
Just as he was about to use Spirit World Teleportation to go to Ancestor Valnar's Ancestral Tower, Gusman-Will interrupted him. Aaron turned his head with some confusion and saw him say with a serious expression:
"There is one more thing to remind you. The Southern Continent you are going to is different from the Northern Continent."
"Although the Seven Churches jointly eradicated the Death God Church in the Southern Continent after the Death God's fall at the end of the Fourth Epoch."
"Their remaining forces are still not to be underestimated. They have revived and formed the Spirit World Sect, which includes Angels and Saints."
"They are high-sequence experts of the Death God pathway, and this mask of yours also contains a Sequence 4 Undying extraordinary characteristic."
"Although it has been sealed by the ancestor, under the almost mystical influence of the Law of Extraordinary Characteristic Convergence, no one can guarantee whether you will encounter high-sequence experts of the Death God pathway or strange Spirit World creatures formed after the Death God's fall when you perform Spirit World travel in the Southern Continent."
"And you are not an extraordinary of the Death God pathway, and your control over the Spirit World is limited to this extraordinary item. If you encounter them in the Spirit World, you will be very dangerous."
Looking at the somewhat stunned Aaron, Gusman-Will coughed lightly and continued:
"This is just a reminder, not telling you to stop using it out of fear. I just hope you are mentally prepared in advance, as these are just possibilities."
Aaron looked at the Mask of Death in his hand and immediately felt a headache. It seemed he either had to ask the ancestor if there was a solution or find a way to get a 'Traveler' extraordinary characteristic to create a magical item.
He sighed, bowed to his father, and then activated Spirit World Teleportation. The Ancestral Tower was within the Duke of East Tarc's manor, so no special Spirit World coordinate positioning was needed.
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West Balam, Northern Province, Kukawa City, the blood moon hung high.
Check-Wald followed Bishop Montella, who was dressed in the normal attire of the Southern Continent, through the core area of Kukawa City, the White Feather Square.
They were heading to their destination, General Mesanyes's mansion, which was located here, next to a downward-sloping Death God Church.
Check-Wald held a fruit called "Dalawa" by the locals in his hand, looking at the dark night sky and sighing in his heart.
Perhaps because of his efforts, or perhaps because he truly had a talent for learning, Check-Wald had miraculously passed the assessment presided over by Bishop Montella last week, just barely making the cut.
Check-Wald still remembered the relieved expression on Bishop Montella's face at that time. His usual sternness was completely gone, and the age spots and wrinkles on his face seemed to radiate kindness.
Yes, it was truly impressive.
However, Check-Wald was also happy, not because he passed the exam, but because according to the previous custom, there would be a considerable bonus for passing the exam.
Just as Check-Wald was still wondering if the money would be enough to buy the Sequence 6 'Intriguer' potion formula from the Chaos Council.
Bishop Montella, whose face had become very kind and amiable, told Check-Wald what he considered to be very unfortunate news in a tone that implied 'you've struck it rich':
The reward for passing this assessment was to go on a secret mission with Bishop Montella. In other words, there was no bonus.
Check-Wald almost forgot how he walked out of Bishop Montella's room at that time, and of course, he didn't want to recall it.
However, perhaps as compensation, he was given a full three days off. Three whole days without having to study! This slightly alleviated his unhappy mood, until he was found by Bishop Montella tonight and told to first go to General Mesanyes's mansion.
Check-Wald gathered his thoughts, took a big gulp of the "Dalawa" in his hand, and drank it all, feeling the sweet and sour, extremely refreshing taste, and comfortably exhaled.
The first time he drank this stuff, perhaps because of the change in environment, Check-Wald didn't think it tasted good at all, preferring a beer, but later he couldn't escape the "It tastes good after all" rule.
After throwing the empty shell in his hand into the trash can, he quickly caught up with Bishop Montella ahead.
As a distinguished former Intis nobleman, even though he had been living in this city for a week or two, Check-Wald still felt a sense of disharmony and incompatibility when walking through the city.
After all, there were so few foreigners here. They were almost only seen regularly around Celebration Square, where the major consulates were located. In other places, the people coming and going were basically local Balam people.
They had brownish skin, black curly hair, and soft facial features. In the eyes of many people from the Northern Continent, among people of the same sex, there was only a difference in height, weight, and build; they looked quite similar.
And these local people, regardless of gender, liked to smoke East Balam tobacco, which was made by wrapping dried tobacco leaves directly with herbs.
Even though it was late at night, as he walked along, Check-Wald would still occasionally see local residents exhaling smoke by the roadside or outside their doors.
This kind of tobacco is really bad, it's too choking... Check-Wald muttered silently.
Because of the previous "Dalawa tastes good after all" rule, he had specifically tried the local East Balam tobacco, and the result was obvious: this tobacco was not favored by the "It tastes good after all" rule.
While Check-Wald was lost in thought, Bishop Montella had already led him to the front of the general's mansion.
Bishop Montella coughed lightly, and Check-Wald quickly came back to his senses. According to the previous instructions, he actively went up to the guards on duty and asked to see a man named Hajes.
Based on his obviously non-local appearance and gentlemanly attire, the guards did not refuse or make things difficult for him. One of them went in and called out a man under thirty.
This man's features and skin color were those of a standard Balam person, but his slightly curly black hair was straightened and neatly combed back, seemingly imitating the upper-class figures of the countries in the Northern Continent.
He was wearing a white shirt, black waistcoat, and a very formal tie. As soon as he saw Bishop Montella, his eyes lit up. Without saying much, he welcomed the two into the mansion.
Bishop Montella smiled and nodded, walking ahead, while Check-Wald followed honestly and silently, muttering in his heart:
"The more you say, the more mistakes you make; the less you say, the fewer mistakes you make; say nothing, make no mistakes..."
#150Chapter 150: The Specialty of Red Sacrifice (Two in One)
Cheek-Walde walked into the general's mansion, looking around at the architectural style with a hint of curiosity, but was surprised to find no trace of Southern Continent characteristics.
The interior of the mansion neither restricted lighting, making the rooms appear gloomy, nor boldly used a few human bones as decoration to create a strong impact. Instead, it resembled a transplant of a Northern Continent manor, with an undeniable Intis flair.
Each pillar was partially wrapped in gold leaf, the murals on the walls were vibrantly colored, surrounded by inlaid gold sculptures, and a grand, spiraling staircase descended from above, connecting all four floors and landing in the center of the hall, directly facing the entrance, making for an extremely impressive sight.
Cheek-Walde's gaze swept over the palm-sized golden angel statues that slanted out from the middle of the staircase railings and pillars with a complicated expression. As a former Intis noble, he was extremely familiar with these, which brought back memories and made him feel a little down.
Bishop Montela walked ahead, entering the hall first, followed closely by Cheek-Walde and the butler, Haggis.
In the grand and luxurious reception hall, two men stood on either side of a sofa, seemingly bidding farewell.
The man on the left, without a hat, wore a sharp black military dress uniform with gold buttons and a sash as red as blood.
He had light brown skin, soft facial contours, and features that seemed not fully developed, squeezed tightly in the center of his face, making his face appear larger than normal.
Having done his homework beforehand and gathered information from multiple sources, Cheek-Walde recognized him at a glance as Mesanyes, the de facto ruler of the Northern State of West Balam, who styled himself as a General.
Outwardly, he wavered between Loen, Intis, Feysac, Feynapotter, and several rebel forces, maintaining a balance, but secretly, he had already gained the support of the Spirit Lodge's Royal Faction.
At the same time, he suspected that this native general had also established a secret connection with the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, otherwise Bishop Montela would not have come tonight.
What surprised Cheek-Walde somewhat was the young man on the right with blond hair and blue eyes, who had a slightly familiar feel and a distinctly Loen appearance.
More importantly, Cheek could clearly sense that the other party was also a Beyonder, and their Sequence was higher than his.
Mesanyes also noticed Bishop Montela walking in, shook hands with the young man, and smiled:
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Alfred, I have another guest. We can discuss the cooperation in detail another time."
Alfred smiled and nodded. After glancing at the arriving guests from the corner of his eye, he calmly followed a servant out of the hall, his every move subtly revealing a convincing charm and authority.
After he left the general's mansion, Mesanyes dismissed everyone around him. When he reached Cheek-Walde, Bishop Montela suddenly waved his hand, signaling him to stay, and said with a smile to Mesanyes, whose eyes held a hint of surprise:
"He's one of us. He'll participate in the upcoming operation, and he can know about certain things."
Cheek felt a string of question marks flash through his mind. Who's one of us? I don't want to know about your affairs, don't talk nonsense!
He opened his mouth, but in the end, didn't voice his thoughts.
Mesanyes nodded, no longer holding back, and quickly walked up to Bishop Montela, saying:
"Bishop, did His Grace Lucar not come?"
Bishop Montela nodded and explained:
"His Grace the Archbishop has received a secret mission from the Church and won't be back for a while, but this doesn't affect our cooperation."
"Furthermore, as you probably know, the Rose School has been active recently and suffered a great loss a while ago. For safety reasons, let's change our method of transaction."
On the open ground in front of the tall round tower, covered in red copper rust and stuck with swords, spears, and halberds, on the west side of Duke Dutar's manor.
The void twisted, and colors were rich. Aaron stepped out, holding a box covered in complex patterns, and looked at the tall tower before him, remaining silent for a long time.
It wasn't until the ancient-looking black iron token given by his ancestor Valna in his embrace became slightly warm and emitted a strong aura of iron and blood that Aaron put away his scattered thoughts and stepped forward.
Entering the spacious hall, he walked past the high platform to the depths of the first floor. The passage behind the altar was already open, and a winding stone staircase extended downwards. Waves of familiar pressure emanated from below.
Aaron walked down the winding stone steps. The strange symbols on the walls emitted dots of red light, like fireflies in the dark night illuminating the path ahead.
Suddenly, Aaron felt an irresistible force wash over him. Suppressing his instinctive reaction, Aaron closed his eyes.
Opening his eyes again, he found himself in a spacious hall. The walls were stuck with swords, spears, and halberds covered in red copper rust, exuding a thick aura of iron and blood.
A figure in classical full plate armor, with red hair and brown eyes, sat upon a bronze chair in the depths of the hall. The brown eyes quietly watched the young man descending from the stone steps.
Just as Aaron was about to bow, the box in his hand broke free, floated into the air, opened by itself, and a Tarot card emerged.
The card depicted a male priest in a deep red robe, seated in a chariot. The priest's appearance was clearly that of Roselle-Gustav!
The starlight in the upper left corner condensed into a line of text:
"Sequence 0: Red Priest"
Valna's brown eyes narrowed slightly. The Red Priest card instantly appeared in His hand. The aura of iron and blood in the entire underground hall instantly grew thicker, and a more intense majesty than before emerged.
For a moment, Aaron seemed to see a strange, illusory crown covered in rust and bloodstains appear and then vanish in an instant.
The oppressive and heavy atmosphere lasted for a few seconds. As the Blasphemy Card left His hand and floated in the air once more, everything returned to normal.
Valna's deep sigh of emotion echoed in the underground hall, lingering for a long time:
"Is this the Blasphemy Card made by Roselle?"
"Can Sequence 1 'Knowledge Emperor' of the Seer pathway truly achieve this level?"
Aaron was momentarily stunned. The words he had prepared to explain how he obtained this Blasphemy Card were stuck in his throat. Then, he understood somewhat.
Roselle became the Black Emperor at the last moment and fell shortly after reaching Sequence 0. Even Bernadette was unsure if Roselle had taken that final step.
Moreover, this happened over a hundred years ago. Valna had been in slumber since the early Fifth Epoch and only recently emerged from that state in the past few decades.
It was reasonable for Him to know about Roselle and the Blasphemy Cards, but with limited information, He could indeed only infer the strength of a Sequence 1 at most.
Thinking of this, Aaron pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said to Valna on the bronze chair:
"Roselle was not Sequence 1, but Sequence 0, the Black Emperor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron felt an extremely oppressive gaze fall upon him. He didn't feel uncomfortable and continued:
"The path forward for the Seer pathway is almost severed. With the help of certain individuals, Roselle obtained all the materials to become the Black Emperor. In the end, he became a god, but also fell."
"Black Emperor..." Valna listened in silence, as if recalling something. After a moment, a long sigh drifted over.
Valna looked at Aaron below the platform and said with a hint of emotion:
"Roselle was indeed a prodigy. If he had been born in the early Fourth Epoch, perhaps there would be the Eight Great Churches of the Orthodox Gods now."
Then, with a meaningful tone, He continued:
"Then, do you know why he switched pathways to become the Black Emperor?"
Aaron pretended to think for a moment before responding:
"Because the Black Emperor pathway has the characteristic of resurrection. Even if one goes out of control or dies due to switching pathways, as long as they successfully advance, there is a possibility of resurrection and return. Furthermore, once they return, they will not be bound by the original pathway."
Valna nodded and then said:
"I once told you that there are two Blasphemy Slates, both containing the mysteries of the Sequences."
"However, most high-level existences have only seen the second Blasphemy Slate. That slate contains mostly the advancement methods for the 22 Divine Pathways, but lacks some even more important knowledge."
Saying this, Valna sighed and continued:
"When the first Black Emperor, Solomon, established his empire and ruled the Northern Continent, an existence who had seen both the first and second Blasphemy Slates simultaneously first proposed the conjecture about the Black Emperor's resurrection conditions and characteristics."
"Simply put, the process of the 'Black Emperor's' resurrection has three stages: first, the 'Uniqueness' leaves its owner and becomes conceptual and abstract; second, the 'Black Emperor's' subjects hear the majestic voice of this deity once again."
"Third, the 'Black Emperor,' having merged with the 'Uniqueness,' reappears in the 'Astral World.' The three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics automatically return to the hands of their Emperor. This is an order that other True Gods cannot reverse or prevent."
"Heh heh, True Gods cannot reverse or prevent it. At the time, this sounded like a lie to deceive the Six Gods and a boast about the Black Emperor."
"And after the Black Emperor Solomon fell, and my father along with that existence established the Tudor-Trunsoest United Kingdom, this assertion gradually disappeared."
"It wasn't until Solomon later resurrected and returned in the Astral World, and my father also fell to Sequence 2, that the Six Gods were unable to successfully prevent any of this from happening."
"At this point, everyone knew that the conjecture of that existence was actually true, and the uniqueness of the Black Emperor pathway was thus remembered by all high-level existences at the time."
Aaron listened with great interest. He hadn't expected that behind the Black Emperor's resurrection ritual, which he thought was already a bit cliché from being widely spread, there was such a story.
Aaron also had a faint guess about the existence Valna mentioned, and at the same time, he was secretly guessing the intention behind His words.
Just as Aaron was pondering, Valna's gaze returned to the Red Priest card floating in the air, and His tone was unusually ethereal:
"Sequence 1 'Conqueror', Sequence 0 'Red Priest'."
"Initiating a war that sweeps across the continent and achieving sufficient victories – the essence of this godhood ritual is an examination of the 'Conqueror' potion's acting. Only a true 'Conqueror' can pass the test and advance to Sequence 0."
Valna let out two laughs and continued with a somewhat complex tone:
"That existence also made another conjecture at the time, which is the origin of many subsequent events."
Aaron's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but look at Valna on the high platform, only to see Him pause in silence before slowly speaking:
"The Red Priest can also resurrect, but the conditions are more stringent."
"As long as those who were conquered still fear and revere Him, and His subordinates still wage war, then He can resurrect from the chaos of war and the fear and reverence of the conquered."
"That madman Alista-Tudor also believed this conjecture, going to any length just to become the Red Priest."
"And after His fall, to prevent Alista-Tudor from truly resurrecting and returning, the Seven Great Churches of the Orthodox Gods, as they were then, joined forces to eradicate the Tudor family."
"At the same time, they concealed the history of the Fourth Epoch and eliminated the public's fear and reverence towards Him. Only through this method could the impact of what Alista-Tudor did at the time be erased, otherwise He would not have been called the 'Blood' Emperor."
Aaron's mind raced, and his thoughts quickly flashed through the influences and attitudes of various factions towards the Red Priest pathway. Many conjectures immediately arose in his heart.
On the sea surface southwest of the Raging Sea, north of West Balam on the Southern Continent.
Ferran-Edas stood leisurely on the deck, enjoying the sea breeze and the free time without classes.
It had been a long time since he returned from Bayam with Danitz. The Captain's plan had worked well; now, any pirate with a bit of fame knew about the news of 'Iceberg' Admiral's failed treasure hunt.
Meanwhile, the Captain didn't seem to have researched anything recently. Instead, she purchased quite a bit of weaponry in Pritz Harbor and informed them that their next stop would be the Southern Continent.
In the Captain's cabin of the 'Golden Dream', 'Iceberg' Admiral Edwina-Edwards sat behind her desk, holding a crimson fountain pen, writing something unknown.
Suddenly, her eyebrow twitched. She put down the pen, adjusted the cuff of her shirt with a lace bow tie resembling a flower, and walked behind the rows of bookshelves.
To the side of the last row of bookshelves, a figure slowly emerged.
This was an old man in a plain white robe with brass-colored threads, his hair completely white but neatly combed, and a pair of deep grey-green eyes that seemed bottomless. It was Archbishop Luca-Brewster of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
He placed the large black iron key he was holding onto the shelf and said at a moderate pace:
"I have returned from the Cathedral in Ezera. This key is still in your keeping, and you may dispose of it as you wish."
As he spoke, a book bound in parchment appeared in Luca-Brewster's hand. There was a line of ancient Feysac on its dark brown cover:
"Groselle's Travels"
"This comes from a shipwreck at the bottom of the sea. It was submerged for 165 years and is still undamaged."
Luca-Brewster gave a brief introduction, then added:
"This item, like that key, you can dispose of as you wish. You can also sell it to someone who is interested in it."
Edwina-Edwards' eyes became somewhat deep. After a moment of contemplation, she slowly spoke:
"Is this also the Cathedral's intention?"
Luca-Brewster nodded. His figure then twisted and dissipated strangely, as if he had never been there. Only a box remained in place, and his lingering voice echoed:
"I have given you the Beyonder characteristic and the coordinates. Go there as soon as possible to complete the transaction. I have other missions."
Chapter 151 Rewards and Planning (Two in One)
With the blood moon hanging high, Danitz stood at the front of the deck, gazing somewhat melancholically at the surging blue sea ahead.
After Ferran Eddas urged him to repay the money again, he felt he couldn't delay any longer, or his reputation might be ruined by that guy at any moment.
Danitz grimaced for a while, then mustered his courage and headed straight for the captain's cabin through the hatch, planning to ask the captain for an advance on his salary.
Upon reaching his destination, Danitz took three deep breaths before raising his right hand, ready to knock.
Just then, the voice of "Ice Mountain" rang out from inside:
"Please come in."
"..." Danitz froze his right hand, forced a smile, and opened the door to enter.
Edwina sat behind the desk, flipping through a book on the table with a dark brown cover made of parchment.
As Danitz entered, Edwina's clear, spring-water-like light blue eyes flickered slightly, and she spoke in an emotionless tone:
"Notify all sailors to prepare. We will open the Door of Travel in 10 minutes."
The words Danitz had prepared all the way here immediately got stuck in his throat. He mumbled for a moment, nodded, and fled the captain's cabin as if escaping, not forgetting to thoughtfully close the door behind him.
Upon receiving the captain's order, the ordinary people on the ship, as well as the Beyonders who were only Sequence 8 or 9, covered their eyes.
A moment later, Edwina's figure appeared at the bow. The entire *Golden Dream* immediately lit up with strange, transparent, almost illusory patterns.
The silhouette of the *Golden Dream* then blurred, becoming nearly invisible. A vortex appeared out of thin air in its place, and the surrounding seawater converged to fill it, restoring the sea surface to calmness.
This was a strange but effective spell Edwina had created based on her "Scholar" analysis and imitation of a "Traveler," relying on her "Mysticologist" abilities.
Standing on the deck, Ferran seemed to see indescribable, even transparent, seemingly non-existent forms, and bright, clear lights of different colors containing infinite knowledge.
After a few breaths, all this disappeared, and the *Golden Dream* also emerged from its transparent, illusory state, returning to reality and arriving at a coast.
West Balam, South Continent, the coast north of Cocova.
Chek Wald stood behind Bishop Montella, holding a dried leaf with golden patterns in his hand.
This was the token given by General Messanyes, the leader of the Northern State, at the General's mansion, which could be used to establish a connection.
Chek had just glanced at the blood moon, estimating the time, when he suddenly turned his head to look at the sea not far away, his eyes widening involuntarily.
There, waves surged, and a sailing ship dozens of meters long, glowing with transparent lines and faintly reflecting golden colors, appeared out of thin air.
"The *Golden Dream*, Ice Mountain Admiral..."
These two names flashed through Chek's mind. Suddenly, he felt something and looked at the deck of the *Golden Dream*, exchanging a glance with Ferran Eddas, who had also turned his head.
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East Tarc Manor, Irlusil, Zuta Underground Hall.
Aaron roughly recounted to Varna how he had "coincidentally" found the Blood Emperor's ruins and how he had obtained the Red Priest card.
He emphasized that he had sacrificed a Sequence 4 "Undying" Beyonder characteristic to the Goddess to gain the help of Madam Arianna, the head of the Church of Evernight monastery.
Finally, he had taken great risks to successfully bring back this blasphemy card, which was of great significance to the family.
Varna's brown eyes glanced at Aaron, who was full of anticipation. After a moment of silence, he spoke indifferently:
"I remember, you also borrowed the power of my projection at that time."
Aaron immediately bowed deeply, expressing sincere gratitude:
"Thank you for your ancestor's care. I will definitely redouble my efforts and lead the family to a higher level."
"I also obtained a 'Fallen Count' Beyonder characteristic in that ruin. I am willing to offer it to the family, but I still lack a powerful offensive item. I wonder if ancestor here..."
As Aaron spoke, he looked at Varna on the high platform with expectant eyes, while muttering to himself:
"But it's only a single Sequence 4 Beyonder characteristic. I'll keep the other Beyonder characteristics once they precipitate out, to cultivate my own team."
Originally, Aaron had planned to give it to Solon Bent, but considering that he had only recently advanced to Sequence 5 Chaos Mentor and had not fully digested the potion, he decided against it.
Moreover, his current contributions were not enough to exchange for a demigod's potion and ritual. Out of consideration for the overall interests of the family, Aaron decided to offer it to the family so that the family could gain another demigod as soon as possible.
Varna's expression relaxed slightly upon hearing Aaron's words. After a moment of contemplation, on the wall behind the bronze chair, the hilt of an ancient-looking sword covered in verdigris began to hum and tremble lightly, as if awakened by some invisible force.
Along with the humming sound, the verdigris on the long sword peeled off, and it gradually detached from the wall. The surrounding walls, covered with red copper rust-stained swords, spears, and halberds, also trembled slightly, and the invisible aura of iron and blood seemed to be gradually converging.
Aaron's eyes blurred, and an ancient long sword covered in blood-colored patterns, without a trace of rust, appeared before him.
Varna flicked his finger on the high platform, and a red light flowed into Aaron's glabella, informing him of the abilities of this long sword.
"Sword of Judgment"
Ability 1 - Harvest: Can discover the target's weakness from a mystical perspective, i.e., areas with weak defense, and provide corresponding precision, thus causing terrifying damage exceeding normal levels for fatal attacks.
No matter where it hits the target, it is equivalent to a weak point attack. If it does hit a true weak point, it can be a one-hit kill for enemies with not-too-strong defenses, and can resolve targets skilled in defense within three hits.
Ability 2 - Dominion: Can establish a hidden connection with followers or even an army, concentrating the strength of the entire team on oneself and distributing the damage taken, or sharing members' vision.
The power that can be borrowed and the damage that can be shared depend on the team's tacit understanding and whether they are adjacent Sequences. Non-adjacent Sequences require a higher degree of team compatibility.
Side effect: Can use Harvest up to three times daily. The damage returned from each Harvest will increase successively. The third use of Harvest will return damage to the same extent, but the damage taken can be dispersed through Dominion.
When in the Dominion state, the damage taken by those under Dominion will also be passively dispersed to the Dominator. If used for more than ten minutes, negative emotions such as irritability and impulsiveness will inevitably appear.
Aaron opened his eyes, looking at the "Sword of Judgment" before him with satisfaction. In addition to the most basic abilities of manipulating various flames and enhancing physique, the two other abilities pleasantly surprised Aaron.
Moreover, the negative effects were not serious. The only troublesome point was that to use the Dominion ability, he had to first establish a team and spend time training and cultivating tacit understanding.
"Better to be refined than numerous. Keep the number of people within 4. Conveniently, there's plenty of time on the way to the South Continent for training and practice."
Aaron thought to himself as he reached out to take the "Sword of Judgment" floating before him. Blood-colored light appeared out of thin air and condensed into a scabbard, concealing the iron and blood aura erupting from the "Sword of Judgment."
Seeing Aaron put away the "Sword of Judgment," Varna looked at Aaron's still very bulging pocket and said indifferently:
"What's that thing in your Pregnant? I can feel that strong pollution even through the seal."
Aaron coughed dryly and took out a long rectangular box from inside his coat. After breaking the spiritual wall on it, the "Rod of Calamity," its surface covered in black patterns and its tip dark blue nearing black, immediately appeared.
Varna frowned slightly, then heard Aaron say:
"This is a Sealed Item from the Rose School, but it has been polluted. I would like to ask ancestor to shatter this Sealed Item for me."
Aaron was also quite helpless. Above the dark golden mist, even after fusing with the Black Emperor card, he could at most use demigod-level power.
There were some peculiar pollution residues within the "Rod of Calamity" that even the 'Gun of Unshadow' couldn't purify.
After examining it carefully, Varna pressed down with his right hand, causing the entire underground hall to vibrate.
The "Rod of Calamity," its surface covered in black patterns and its tip dark blue nearing black, shattered with a crack, splitting into tiny blue light points that seemed to carry electrical arcs.
Among these light points, a small amount of black-red mist steamed, eventually condensing into a drop of fresh dark red blood.
Subsequently, the blue light points carrying electrical arcs reassembled and continuously condensed, turning into a deep blue gemstone. A transparent outer layer enveloped azure seawater, within which winds sometimes stirred up vortices and silver light occasionally flashed.
Varna materialized a phantom hand and picked up the seemingly fresh drop of blood, finding that it contained vigorous vitality.
"Not at the angel level, but a bit strange... It seems to be something blessed by an evil god..."
As Varna pondered, his gaze inadvertently fell upon Aaron, who was full of excitement and took out a bizarre black glove from his embrace, covered with what seemed to be countless ears.
Before he could ask, Aaron spoke proactively:
"Please, ancestor, fuse that drop of blood with this glove, and finally put a layer of seal on it."
This glove was a Sealed Item he had made in Backlund using the Beyonder characteristic of that Aurora Order Sequence 8 Listener. It fully retained the Listener's abilities and negative effects, maximizing the pollution effect of this drop of blood.
It would have miraculous effects against certain severely injured demigods. If he had this item when dealing with Flora Jacob, it would have been much easier.
By reasonably utilizing the negative effects, it could also become a powerful weapon, playing a significant role even in demigod battles.
The only thing to note was that it was useless against the Rose School and might even be exploited by them.
Varna was silent for two seconds, then flicked his finger, sending the bizarre drop of blood into the glove. At the same time, red and white patterns emerged, sealing all the ears on the glove, which had turned from black to dark red.
Aaron smiled as he put away the glove and the "Calamity Priest" Beyonder characteristic, then coughed lightly and looked at Varna on the high platform.
"Ancestor, during that exploration of the Blood Emperor's ruins, I obtained an important piece of information."
"Bansy Port's ancient name was Bency Town. The bloodline descendants of Red Angel Medici are there, and hidden among them is a Weather Master in a very poor state."
"And the Church of Storms is unaware of this information, or for some reason chooses to ignore it, treating it only as a somewhat special colonial island."
Varna's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke in a low voice:
"That so-called Weather Museum?"
"Is the 'God of Weather' worshipped by those natives the Weather Master among Medici's descendants?"
Aaron nodded, looking at Varna, who was deep in thought, and urged:
"That's an angel-level Beyonder characteristic, and I have a way to make the Sequence 3 and Sequence 4 Beyonder characteristics within it precipitate out. Once successful, the family's strength will surely rise another level."
Saying this, he took out the Evernight emblem Madam Arianna had given him and the Will Auceptin paper crane covered in writing from his embrace, and continued:
"With this, I can summon a historical projection of Madam Arianna, and I can also get help from a Fate pathway angel once."
Varna turned his head and sensed it, staring at Aaron with a strange look for a moment, then nodded:
"Good. Before you begin the operation, chant my honorific name."
This time, he didn't give Aaron a chance to reply, as if worried he might say something more, and slightly raised his palm.
Aaron only felt his eyes blur, and he was already outside the main tower, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat again.
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East of the Desi Bay, Damil Island.
The *Moon Shadow* sailed away from Damil Port. Louise Siers sat by the window, listlessly looking at the sun outside, while gazing at the sea in the distance.
The novelty of her first time at sea had long since dissipated. After so many days at sea with no results, coupled with being unaccustomed to the environment, Louise gradually became irritable.
Count Mistral, with light silver hair and scarlet eyes, quietly appeared behind Louise and said with a smile:
"Patience is a quality a hunter should possess. You are still very young, and there are many things you still need to constantly comprehend."
Louise immediately turned her head to look, a smile also appearing on her face. Then, thinking of something, she asked:
"Grandfather, is the power behind 'Admiral of Blood' Senor really the Rose School?"
Count Mistral nodded and added:
"He is a Sequence 5 'Wraith' from the Prisoner pathway, and this pathway is controlled by the Rose School. Moreover, his actions and style are exactly like those of the Rose School's Hedonist faction."
After receiving an affirmative reply, Louise's eyes became even brighter, and she quickly said:
"Then can we use divination to pinpoint the location of the 'Admiral of Blood' and thus follow the clues to find the Rose School?"
Count Mistral was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, explaining to Louise's puzzled eyes:
"This method won't work."
"Beyonders from the Mutant pathway who are 'Wraiths' can transform into spirits and directly access the Spirit World, gaining information."
"Therefore, they naturally possess the ability for divination and anti-divination. So, whether it's the 'Admiral of Blood' or other 'Wraiths,' they can make the revelations we get wrong or deviate."
"It's even possible that it would lead us into a trap they prepared beforehand."
Looking at Louise, who was somewhat enlightened yet somewhat disappointed, Count Mistral smiled, without any sense of urgency.
"No need to be impatient. You just need to do what you should do. We have our own ways for other matters."
"You can also use this time to completely digest your 'Potion Professor' potion. This will be of great help to your subsequent competition."
#152Chapter 152 Bansi Port (Two in One)
Count Mistral looked at Louise, who was still sulking, and chuckled:
"During my few days in Damir Port, I also gathered a lot of maritime information and learned that someone named Covaro has recently been selling the Beyonder characteristic left behind by a Blood Race Baron in the pirate circles."
"I sent someone to contact his informant in Damir Port before, and we agreed to trade that Beyonder characteristic left behind by the Blood Race Baron in Bansy Port tomorrow."
"If you're interested, you can go for the trade tomorrow, how about it?"
Louise, who had been sulking with her head lowered, instantly lifted her head and blurted out:
"That Bansy, known as the Weather Museum?"
"But shouldn't we completely eliminate this pirate who killed our compatriot and is now selling his Beyonder characteristic?"
Count Mistral shook his head and corrected her:
"That Baron died in a sudden conflict and didn't have time to find an inheritor. Covaro only obtained this inheritance later. Because he doesn't know which Sequence or potion it corresponds to, he hasn't been able to get rid of it."
"Moreover, that guy is a pirate captain who once served as a sailor on the 'Black Emperor' and is considered part of the peripheral forces of 'King of the Five Seas' Nast."
"We should try to avoid causing unnecessary trouble during this operation. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems."
"Furthermore, this sea area is the easiest place to be blocked by naval fleets and church ships. Even when the Four Kings and Seven Generals pass through the nearby waters, they try to keep a low profile."
Louise immediately nodded, intending to go to the Moon Shadow's library later to read about Bansy Port.
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The sky was dim, the clouds rolled, and the deep blue waves rose and fell.
According to the normal plan, the next stop for the Moon Shadow would be Bansy Port. They had been sailing for a full day and were expected to arrive around 4 p.m. After leaving Bansy Port, they would head straight to Bayam, the capital of the Rosed Archipelago, the City of Generosity.
After resting and staying in Bayam for a while, they would travel along the border of the Furious Sea and the Sonia Sea directly to their final destination - East Balam in the Southern Continent, the northernmost city of the Loen colony - Gurain City.
The Moon Shadow bobbed up and down in the scene of the approaching storm, like a toy in a giant's hand.
"This is the sea. No matter how powerful you are, you appear insignificant before it."