Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 4011 The Song of the Purple Moon (62) — The Empire is not evil, nor do we represent justice.
A gentle breeze blows, and the blue, star-like flowers sway in the wind, as if carrying ancient songs.

In the flowerbed, a figure slowly rose to his feet—[Caesar].

But now he no longer appears as the person he is as [Caesar]... as if he has shed his skin, he has crawled out of the skin of [Caesar].

His slender body and limbs, pointed ears, handsome face, and perfectly proportioned muscles perfectly match the image of the legendary fairy prince.

noble.

However, that once noble body was now covered with numerous burn marks—and they were black scars.

In particular, on his originally handsome face, there was an extremely ugly black scar, like a tattoo—like an indelible pigment stamp on a pig about to be transported out of the slaughterhouse.

Kim Bell suddenly shuddered, gently stroking his face with his palm before revealing a helpless, bitter smile.

Although the flowers here saved him, they only saved him; in the end, the terrible black flames still left many indelible marks on his body.

The soul is still burning with pain, and this pain will likely persist for a very long time.

Kim Bell even felt that his already dilapidated "Twilight Garden Party" was now almost deserted.

"I never heard it would be this bad. Isn't this a rip-off?"

Kim Bell sighed, reached into the Twilight Garden Party and took out a black robe, first wrapping it around his naked body.

But even with just this simple breathing motion, the [Twilight Garden Party] felt like it was about to shatter... Kim Bell's cheeks twitched involuntarily; it seemed the situation was much more serious than he had imagined.

Who is to blame?
He can only blame himself for talking nonsense...

Kim Bell shook his head, then, suppressing the burning sensation in his soul, carefully dug out a blue flower from the flowerbed and transplanted it into a small white jade flowerpot.

As he inhaled the fragrance of the flowers, Kim Bell's complexion improved. He then slowly absorbed the dew from the petals, and the burning sensation in his soul subsided to a level he could fully tolerate.

Suddenly, a chaotic rift appeared behind Kim Bell.

Kim Bell frowned instantly, then quickly pulled up the hood of his robe—he was too ashamed to show his face in his current state.

Meanwhile, before the crack fully opened, Kim Bell suddenly concealed the entire area where the blue flowers were located in a special way.

Those flowers that shimmered like stars instantly became the more common species in this sea of ​​flowers.

……

The chaotic crack was now emitting beams of black lightning, and then a man wielding an extremely long spear slowly walked out.

Men can only give off one feeling... sharp!
Incredibly sharp!
The long spear in his hand seemed capable of piercing anything in the world.

Upon his arrival, he first looked around at the sea of ​​flowers before his gaze fell on Kim Bell, who was dressed in a black robe. He frowned and asked, "You... what's wrong?"

Kim Bell said casually, "I'm used to wearing Caesar's skin, so I feel uncomfortable if I don't wear something on my body."

"What are you holding in your hand?" The man's voice suddenly turned slightly cold. "A Cecilia flower?"

Kim Bell calmly raised the small white jade flowerpot in his hand. "How is it? It must be a lucky one that was left in this garden. It's a rare species that was hard to find... Unfortunately, there's only this one left."

"Boring thing." The man paused for a moment before saying calmly, "You seem to be injured."

Kim Bell casually picked up the flowerpot, rolled his eyes, and said, "Please, do you think I'm doing some kind of task that can be completed with a single click? That's the Seventh Asura, okay? It's a miracle I even survived!"

The man said calmly, "You insisted on having it yourself; no one forced you. This was originally my task."

Kim Bell waved his hand dismissively. "Funny, do you even have anything to fear? Do you fear a pure-blooded Asura? If it weren't me, which of you could so easily steal the power of a pure-blooded Asura?"

"Oh? So you did complete the mission after all?" The man's eyes lit up slightly.

Kim Bell, looking annoyed, took out the petal-shaped mirror with the lit gems from his divine magic [Festival] and threw it at the man with the spear.

"Only five were lit?" The man frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

“That’s enough. What more do you want?” Kim Bell said in a deep voice. “This is your only chance. There’s no going back. Take it or leave it.”

"In that case, let's leave." The man said calmly, "Staying in this former royal garden makes me feel... disgusted."

As he spoke, the man suddenly swung his spear, unleashing an extremely pure burst of spear wind pressure.

Seeing this, Kim Bell frowned, but instantly unleashed a beam of yellow light, blocking the wind from the man's gun, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

"The empire is gone, what's the point of keeping this place?" the man said coldly.

"An empire is an empire; it doesn't inherently represent evil, and we are not righteous either." Kim Bell shook his head. "Besides, this garden itself hasn't offended you. What a waste to destroy them! I say, how long has it been since you've seen these flowers of your homeland... [Cao Cao]?"

“A pretentious fellow.” The man… [Cao Cao] snorted lightly, then turned and walked directly into the chaotic rift. “Follow me, the passage can’t last too long. You’ve been out long enough this time, it’s time to go back… Over there, it seems they’ve already noticed us.”

"Oh? They've made a move?" Kim Bell frowned.

But Cao Cao did not respond; he had already entered the chaotic rift.

—I really want to see if this guy can still maintain this… indifference when he meets that prince.

—It must be very exciting, right?
Why am I the only one getting tortured...?

After secretly cricketing at [Cao Cao] for a while, Kim Bell finally managed to suppress his discomfort and launched [Twilight Garden Party] again.

Then a wooden puppet slowly walked out.

Upon closer inspection, the puppet's appearance is revealed to be... Boros!

Kim Bell thought for a moment, then put the Sword of Light into a box and handed it to the puppet Boros, whispering some instructions to him.

“In that case, I don’t owe you anything, Cicero… ‘Teacher’!”

He took one last look at the sea of ​​flowers before stepping into the chaotic crack with a complicated expression.

After Kim Bell and Cao Cao left, the chaotic rift disappeared instantly—and finally, the puppet-like Boros slowly walked towards a small hill in the sea of ​​flowers, holding a box in his hands.

On the hilltop, a solitary, silver-black grave could be vaguely seen.

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"god……"

As if it had seen something terrifying, Banikoli collapsed to the ground—but not as badly as when it had just been "spit out" from the maze.

It was a kind of panic mixed with awe and a touch of fear.

"You're fake too!"

Suddenly, Grandma Avril screamed and swung her golden scepter at Banikoli.

Banikoli allowed Avril to beat him in this ridiculous way for a while before stopping her. He frowned and knocked Avril unconscious.

"This kind of thing..."

Banikoli snatched the scepter from Avril's hand, then a ruthless look appeared on his face, as if he wanted to destroy the scepter.

However, at that moment, Zhang Bolu made his move, striking Banikoli's wrist with a flick of his finger, causing the scepter to slip from his grasp and fall to the ground.

"King of Pirates, you?!" Banikoli exclaimed, his eyes wide with anger.

Zhang Bolu said indifferently, "What, now that you've found your lover, you're disowning me?"

Banikomi paused, his face showing embarrassment.

Zhang Bolu waved his hand, and the scepter flew into his hand automatically.

"Looking at the scepter, I can tell it's no ordinary object. It must have been hard-won, and it would be a real shame to destroy it. Besides, it's not about the scepter itself, but about the person who uses it... What, don't you even understand such a simple principle?"

“Of course I know, I just…” Banikoli gave a bitter laugh, then stood up, embracing the unconscious Avril. “Anyway, thank you for helping me find Avril. I will never go back on my promise… After I’ve settled things with the [Laurel] tribe, I will join your pirate crew. But…”

It still looked at the [Sea God] with great apprehension.

Zhang Bolu thought for a moment and said, "The 'Sea God' you speak of has not returned. What has returned... is something else. You don't need to worry about this, nor is it something you can control. Even I can only observe from the sidelines."

The Pirate King's words are clear enough—here, even I am no match for you. You'd better be careful; if anything happens, even I can't protect you.

It was only then that Baniko noticed that Captain [Lo] and his group of outsiders were also there, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Bannigiri, did Grandma Avril become like this because of this scepter?" Ah Xi Ruo suddenly asked curiously, thus opening up a topic.

“The Staff of the Mortal Realm drains the life force of its user,” Banikoli nodded. “Legend has it that it was once the weapon of the Sea God… but in reality, little divine power remains within it. To activate its power, Avril can only continuously sacrifice her own life force. I knew that the only way for Avril to resolve the tribe's disaster was to bring back the god in her heart…”

Long Xiruo pondered for a moment and said, "Your tribe worships the Sea God, but you seem a little different... You don't seem to value the Sea God very much?"

“Now, there’s nothing we can’t say, Banikoli,” Zhang Bolu suddenly said. “I’m quite curious myself.”

Baniko let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "I was once a very loyal believer, and I firmly believed that the return of the Sea God would bring prosperity to my people."

It looked at Avril with a complex expression. "Unfortunately, I don't know when it started, but I realized that everything had changed. In order to reproduce, Avril actually overturned many of the rules set by her ancestors... Under her policies, although the tribe's population exploded, the tribe members felt no love among themselves, as if... everyone in the tribe had become a tool for procreation. And Avril herself seemed to have fallen into... sensual pleasure."

"That...moon worship ceremony?" Ah Xiruo's eyes widened immediately—that kind of open-air group play, even a dog would hate it!

Banikoli nodded. "The divine power remaining on the statue is actually quite limited, and the Sea God, besides possessing the power of the 'ocean,' also has the power of 'fertility.' Through the moon-worshiping ritual, the statue can actually draw some power... Avril believes that in this way, the statue can accumulate enough power to rekindle the divine fire and reignite the Sea God's divine nature of 'fertility'..."

"【Sea God】..." Ah Xi Ruo subconsciously looked at the beautiful woman in the blue dress, "Or is she the ancient god who controls fertility??"

“Few people know this,” Banikoli said seriously. “Because the Sea God not only displays the authority over the ocean, but also the divinity of the Virgin Goddess… This is clearly contradictory to fertility.”

Upon hearing this, Testarossa clicked her tongue and said, "So, it seems that Calithorp 'ate' quite a variety of things back then. Indeed, under the pressure of the Darkest Fate, everyone was forced to exhaust all means."

Ah Xi Ruo suddenly said, "Now I know why Kalithorpe used that method to give birth to the little devil."

"【Cornebuso】...You've seen her?" Banikoli was slightly surprised.

"It's over." Ah Xiru shook her head. "That little brat is probably barely able to take care of herself now, so don't worry about her. Instead, take care of your good great-grandmother first!"

Banikoli had no choice but to nod.

……

"You stay here for now and take good care of her," Zhang Bolu said to Banikoli. "I still have some things to take care of with them... This is my pirate ship crew badge, take it with you."

Banikoli silently accepted it.

Zhang Bolu thought for a moment and said, "Don't think too much about it. There are still many mysteries behind this matter, and some of the things involved... even I, an old man, would be at risk of perishing. Your tribe has suffered this calamity, and it is not your fault."

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

“The Black and White Abyss.” Zhang Bolu said calmly, “To enter the deep core of the Purple Moon, I only know that there is one path there.”

"【The Black and White Abyss】, wouldn't that mean..." Banić's expression changed slightly.

Zhang Bolu laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's not a big problem. After all, the people traveling with us this time are all...monster-like guys."

Banikolai, however, remained hesitant to speak. He had long been trapped in the nightmare of the maze and had missed many things as a result.

“Your Majesty, since you are going to the Black and White Abyss, please take this with you.” Banico said, taking out a grayish-white ocarina from his robes.

"This is?"

“This was passed down from my ancestors,” Banikoli said solemnly. “Legend has it that the sound produced by playing this can soothe the resentment of the dead… This was something my ancestors found at the place where they discovered the sacred laurel tree, before they found the statue of the Sea God. Back then, it was with this that my ancestors protected our people, along with the sacred laurel tree.”

Zhang Bolu was never a pretentious person.

The golden scepter was in his hands now, and he naturally wanted the ocarina as well—its main purpose was to listen to advice.

“In that case, I will borrow this item for now and return it to you when I return!” Zhang Bolu chuckled and reached out to take it.

(End of this chapter)