Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 167 Prelude to Thunderstorm

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Church of the Waves in the early morning.

Alger Wilson, who came to collect the bounty, heard a very important piece of news from the diocesan bishop, Chogori:

Laticia Dorela of the Moss Ascetic Order entered the depths of the jungle of Simim Island under the disguise of an archaeologist.

She didn't know what she had done, but the severely injured "Sea God" Kalvetuwa, who had been in hiding for many years, was about to collapse, and frantically looked for a chance to continue his existence.

It was rumored that this evil spirit who called himself "Sea God" was defeated by two cardinals and military experts with the help of corresponding sealing items after the Rorsted Archipelago was discovered a long time ago. He could only barely escape and hide... This situation lasted for more than a hundred years without any fundamental changes. How could it suddenly collapse and be unable to maintain its existence? Alger frowned slightly, wondering if there was anything different that had happened recently.

"A situation deliberately created by the Moss Trappist Order?"

"But why didn't they do this in the past hundred years?"

"To cooperate with your other plans?"

As speculation and doubt alternated, Alger suddenly realized an important factor.

The biggest and most fundamental difference between the recent period and the past 100 years is:

The "world" has come to Bayam!
Mr. Fool's followers have arrived at the Rorsted Archipelago!

Wherever he appears, it means that something big is going to happen or brew in that place? In the past, there was the Backlund smog, in the middle, there was the change in Bansy Harbor, and now it is the dying struggle of "Sea God" Kalvetuwa and the unknown plot of the "Moss Ascetic Order"... No, a more accurate description should be that wherever something big is brewing or about to happen, Mr. Fool's followers will go there! They accept Mr. Fool's arrangement and chase the activities of those secret organizations and evil angels! With a change of thinking, Alger suddenly became enlightened and felt that he had grasped the truth.

It's not that wherever the "world" goes, trouble will occur, but wherever trouble is about to happen, the "world" and its followers will appear there!

……

Klein suddenly felt his nose itchy, but Danitz was right next to him. Sneezing would ruin his image as a "cold-blooded adventurer," so he held back the sneeze.

He was a little uneasy this morning and got up earlier than usual because he had a very bad dream last night.

In the dream, there were layers of dark clouds in the sky and the sky was extremely dark.

The heavy rain blocked the view and almost became a physical curtain.

In Bayam Harbor, the blue water was rising rapidly and unexpectedly.

The rain continued, and the sea level gradually became level with the embankment. Water accumulated in many places in the city, the environment was extremely depressing, and small streams formed on the roadside.

The fanatical and numb locals, wearing Taraba shirts and tattered jackets, came to the edge of the cliff or the embankment one after another and jumped into the sea. It seemed like a grand sacrifice, their flesh and skin quickly lost moisture, and when they fell into the sea, they had become weathered mummies.

There was chaos everywhere on the streets, people were crying and killing each other, everything was in madness.

Wow!

Huge waves hit, the sea level exceeded the ground, and cargo ships and merchant ships were swept into the city.

——For a fortune teller, the symbolism of this picture is too obvious.

Klein and Danitz stood by the window together, gazing at the dark black sky in the distance, their dreams echoing in their minds.

At this moment, a loud thunderclap sounded in the cloudy sky. The heavy rain clouds were torn apart by the wind, and the morning light shone down. Bayam seemed to be shrouded in holy light.

Seeing this, Danitz breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:
“I was really worried that the crazy ‘Sea God’ would harm Bayam.”

"But there is Jaan Kautman here. The captain said that even the 'King of the Five Seas' or the 'Mysterious Queen' couldn't defeat him at sea. Because, because -"

"He is a Sequence 3 demigod, and the name of the potion is... 'Sea King'!"

Hearing this name, Klein almost immediately thought of the honorific title of "Storm Lord" - the King of the Sky, the King of the Sea, the Lord of Natural Disasters, the God of Storms! The "Sailor" path began to have similar authority to the "King of the Sea" from Sequence 3. Combined with the geographical environment of the ocean, aquatic animals, and weather, the power and status of the "Sea King" sequence at sea are already obvious.

As an important fulcrum of the Loen Kingdom's colonial rule, Bayam must have more than one High-Sequence Master to achieve balance. In addition to the "Sea King" of the Church of Storms, Yann Cotman, there should be a master with a clearer position, who belongs to the royal family or the Loen military. They are enough to ensure that Bayam will not become a lost underwater relic, but it is unknown to what extent the disaster can be controlled.

One is the "Sea King" who is in good condition and has many seals, and the other is the "Sea God" who is at most Sequence 3 and is about to collapse. The winner is obvious.

Although there are still many bad possibilities, the final outcome should not change... Klein and Danitz both thought of this at the same time, and felt a little relieved.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew in Bayam, and dark clouds surged like the sea, slowly filling the gap in the sky where the morning light was scattered. The whole of Bayam suddenly lost its light and returned to the haze.

Thunder and lightning were roaming in the clouds, and silver-white lightning was tearing through the darkness. It happened to be a huge, winding sea snake roaring at the sky!

When Danitz saw this scene, his face turned pale due to the lightning. He subconsciously looked at the empty bottle of Longzi wine he had drunk last night, and began to wonder what the chances were that the captain would find the suicide note if he put it in there.

Whether to confess to the captain in a suicide note is a question.

Beside him, Gehrman Sparrow's expression became increasingly solemn. He flicked a gold coin up, but did not catch it when it fell.

He frowned. A Mid-Sequence Beyonder had very precise control over his body, so it was impossible for him not to catch the coin he threw.

There is only one reason for this situation, his divination failed!
What he had just divined was "Jason Cotman can defeat Kalvetuwa"... It involves high-level power and variables, and perhaps only by going to Sefirah Castle can the correct answer be obtained. Klein exhaled slowly and began to think about a self-protection plan.

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Bernadette, who had used magic to change the appearance of the ship and herself, stood at the bow and looked in the direction of Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands. She was horrified to see that the entire Bayam had been completely covered by leaden clouds.

Looking at the sky in other directions, it was still blue sky with white clouds and bright morning light.

"The rain clouds are still expanding..."

"A crazy sailor who has lost control and is now a saint can actually have such terrifying power at sea..."

With the abilities of the "Sea God" Kalvetuwa and the ocean environment, if one has never seen the true gods such as the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "True Creator", it is not difficult to understand that worshipping him, believing in him, and praying to him...

Many gods in primitive worship may be of this level, and most likely they are not even angels.

Her eyes turned purple as she watched Bayam's mystical weather from afar. She saw two auras colliding in the clouds, one violent and crazy, the other looking much more restrained. The cautious "Sea King" and the out-of-control Kalvetuwa were temporarily tied!

It looks like this disaster will indeed have more bad developments.

Just when Bernadette wanted to take a closer look, a gaze swept over her, and she was so startled that she stood up on the spot.

……

The Decayed King found a good spot on the lighthouse of Bayam. He sat on the railing facing outwards and overlooked the entire Bayam.

The ferry docked last night and will return with passengers at 3pm this afternoon.

“He” pulled the string belonging to “Bernadette Gustave” out of thin air, twisted it with his fingers, and then accurately found Bernadette’s ship docked at the port of a small island near Bayam.

On the ship dozens of kilometers away, Bernadette was pacing around in doubt. "It appeared. The branch I wanted..."

He pulled out another thread and said to himself, "Is this the Death Announcement and the Immortal King?"

"Here he is, chasing Bernadette - this should be the Undead King, right?"

Although Bernadette had processed the memories of the members who were sent out, so that they were unaware of the path of the seals they carried, and knew nothing about themselves, their targets, and the captain's purpose, the "Death Announcement" which was attracted by the occult connection was actually a very intelligent ship. Seeing the subordinates of the "Mysterious Queen" sailing on the sea with the same seals, it was like an extraordinary animal seeing a trap - there was fresh meat, and there was also a trap underneath.

Will human spiritual intuition react to the seal?

The answer is yes, but the response is very weak.

Anyway, the intelligence was not yet in hand, so it would be a good thing to use Bernadette, who was searching for intelligence, to find Agaritu without having to pay for the job. The capricious Outer God, who was keen on crossing the river and destroying the bridge, thought about it for a while, grabbed the line, and pulled it hard.

His spirit immediately followed the thin line to the end, flashed past Bayam's head, and ran all the way to the sea farther than Bernadette's stop. Then, snap, He saw a multi-masted sailing ship with black and red as the main colors. A white bone sculpture was fixed on the bow, and sailors were walking back and forth on it, as if making tactical preparations. The hull was either black or red. The red was like fresh blood, and the black was like blood that had been engraved into the wood grain for hundreds of years. The only difference was that it did not have the original color of the wood.

Although it was eerie and scary, and exuded a terrifying malice everywhere, it no longer looked like the place "hung with skeletons" as the legend said.

"Yo," He said, "Death call."

His temporary form remained at the Bayam lighthouse, waiting for the rainstorm and tsunami, and his invisible will had already floated onto the deck following the mystical connection. As expected, he heard the steam power core of the ship vibrating at a higher frequency than before, like the frantic heartbeat of a nervous person.

However, this seal is smarter than He thought. The devil's ability to adapt to changing circumstances and to place power above all else have been virtues since ancient times.

After confirming that he could not resist, "Death Report" immediately expressed his willingness to surrender.

It is very convenient to talk to smart things. The "Death Report" pointed out the location of Agaritu, which was not in the captain's room, but in a hidden location in the cabin below, next to the cabins of the first mate and the second mate.

The sailors walking around prayed to the "Great Death Call", and the first mate who was met by chance was also muttering the orders of the "Death Call". The location of the living area also seemed to imply that the true form of the "Undying King" was actually a ship rather than a person.

Perhaps it is precisely because Agaritu will be replaced when he dies that he becomes the "Immortal King".

Soon, Agaritu, who was adjusting his condition in his cabin to prepare for a possible battle, felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room. He stood up suspiciously, reached out to touch the weapon on the table, and then his shoulder broke and his arm disappeared.

“Not strong enough.”

His two arms floated in the air, held by a faint shadow. The shadow held his arms and spoke in the tone of a vendor examining the meat on the chopping board:

"An 'Apostle of Desire'..."

"Sure enough, he's only at the level of a pirate general."

"It's just right. I can't stand out too much, so I'll just be a 'devil'."

Blood gushed out from the fracture of his shoulder, and he had temporarily lost the ability to think due to the great shock. He forgot to run, forgot to shout, and even forgot to be afraid. He stared blankly at the shadow coming in front of him, his arm floating in the air, which was still connected to his body half a minute ago. The shadow stretched out its hands or tentacles and wrapped around his body, and then he lost consciousness.

His soul was sucked out and his body, including his arms, was kneaded into a ball of mud.

During the process, all the bones had to be picked out and placed aside to prevent them from being crushed. After pinching for a while, the outer god felt that something was wrong with the touch, and suddenly realized: he had not picked out the clothes just now.

But it's okay, it's not a big problem. In the past, when I made a container for myself, I tried to perfectly replicate the appearance of "Edward Vaughn", and I spent a lot of time to make a person. But the joy of making a person is always in the process rather than the result, and the result is sometimes unavoidable. In the end, the decadent king chose a simpler way: use the soul as a mold and directly stuff a ball of living flesh into it. As long as the soul is still there, the flesh will always grow into this shape.

The decadent king was confident in his own manual ability, and the source of his confidence was the superb fine-tuning skills he had developed over more than a thousand years of repeatedly reshaping out-of-control containers.

Most of the time the container will simply go out of control and become an indescribable shape, but occasionally it will appear as a human with some non-human features. At this time, it is necessary to carefully remove these excess parts, such as digging out horns or eyes, cutting off wings and growing wing bones, and sometimes breaking off some limbs and replacing them with new ones to ensure that they can be reused.

He kneaded the meat ball like clay, and the meat ball continued to ooze out red blood like clothes with too much water. In the process, He pulled out the clothes inside and threw them away, and by the way, He prayed to himself who was still in prison for a sequence 4 characteristic.

Add "devil" characteristics, soul, and consciousness to the meat, and a brand new Agaritu is completed.

……

The eyes went dark, the Beyonder characteristics were integrated, and the devil who shared part of his identity skipped the necessary ceremony.

He sat up from the red bed and found that the vision of his eyes was a little too high - the rapid regeneration of the flesh caused some errors. So he had to take off the eye on his forehead, cut a hole where the left eye should be, and stuffed the red eyeball in.

The eyeballs grew back quickly, but the optic nerves were not yet fully connected. Blood flowed from his forehead into his eyes, and his vision went black. After the mental fusion was complete, he noticed that his hands had also grown strangely, with an extra finger on his right hand. So he gnawed on them, biting off the two short knuckles at the root, grinding the bones and meat into crumbs and chewing them repeatedly in his mouth. After swallowing them, the crack on his hand had healed.

He spent some time opening his stomach to adjust the dislocated internal organs, which made him complain that his current behavior was more like a secret praying man than a demon. However, this was the fastest and most efficient way to adjust. When everything was over, he took out a set of clothes he usually wore from the closet in this cabin, then squatted down and knocked on the floor with his hands.

"So."

"Now, the 'Undying King' is a real devil," said Agaritu.

The candlesticks in the room were lit with a snap, and a person's upper body was reflected in the mirror embedded in the side wall.

Dark skin, not so deep eyebrows, black hair. With his facial features, Agaritu looks more like a tanned northern continent hybrid than a native of the sea or southern continent.

He took the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror for a moment, then put on his coat and boat hat, grabbed the rapier on the table and hung it around his waist, then walked out.

He walked out of the lower cabin step by step and went up to the deck. Due to his previous identity and position, the boatswains around him just saluted him and called him captain without too much respect.

A figure walked by, ignoring the captain, and Agaritu reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

Second Officer Gilchies was stopped from moving. He looked at the other party with dissatisfaction. His tone and actions showed little respect. He only showed the most basic courtesy to a Beyonder of the same sequence and path as himself:
"what's up?"

For some reason, when he looked into the other person's red eyes, he suddenly felt an unknown fear.

"Weigh anchor now, and proceed at full speed to Bayam."

Under the gaze of these eyes, Gilchias resisted the urge to ask back - but he couldn't resist, and said in an even more hostile tone:
"Why? This is not the order given to us by the Death Sentence."

Upon hearing this, Agaritu took a deep look at the second mate from bottom to top. Gilchies moved uncomfortably, feeling like a fish on a chopping board, being cut open inch by inch.

The devil opened his mouth with a malicious and mocking smile.

"It is now."

He said slowly: "From now on, my will is the will of the Death Call."

TBC
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There is an urge to make a bold statement in the new month, which is to update two posts every day with six to seven thousand words.

If I think about it carefully, my production capacity is just like this. Forget it, forget it. Don’t give everyone unrealistic expectations.
(End of this chapter)