leonardwarren Chapter 310 Meteorite
Chapter 310 Meteorite
Chapter 310 Meteorite
Tobias caught the iron box thrown at him, and after removing the spiritual wall attached to the surface, the iron box popped open, revealing the heart-like crimson object inside.
The crimson "heart" slowly expanded and contracted, with tiny, almost invisible flames shooting out from the small pores on its surface.
Cyril looked at him and asked seriously, "Can you directly swallow traits?"
Tobias: "...No."
"Only extraordinary creatures that are already insane, or extraordinary beings who have gone mad, would choose to swallow traits whole."
"Alright." Sirion sighed, then took out drawing paper and pens from his suitcase.
In just a few minutes, he drew out all the auxiliary materials needed to concoct the "Arsonist" potion and used his imagination to bring these materials from the drawing to life.
He then skillfully blended the extraordinary characteristics of the "arsonist" with the extraordinary ingredients of fantasy into a glass of yellowish liquid with red bubbles floating on top.
Clang!
He tossed a gold coin into the air and made a simple mark.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the "Pyromaniac" potion in his hand, he handed it directly to Tobias.
The latter took it and immediately tilted his head back and gulped it down in one go.
After drinking the potion, Tobias stood there in a daze, crimson flames rising around him, raising the temperature in the room by several degrees.
In Cyril's vision, Tobias's spirituality was expanding, but there was no sign of it dissipating. It seemed that he could still perfectly control the sudden surge of power.
"This is truly a magical potion that melts in your mouth!"
After sighing, he took out the "Red Priest" card and casually tossed it over.
The "Red Priest" card he casually tossed landed right in Tobias's hand. Tobias glanced at it, then put it away and asked, "Has the deal you mentioned before begun?"
Cyril nodded: "I consulted a prophet who predicted that the time is almost up."
As he spoke, he took out the harmonica used to summon messengers, brought it to his lips, infused it with spiritual energy, and blew it forcefully.
A few seconds passed, and the living room remained quiet; nothing happened.
Cyril, unfazed, put away his harmonica and looked around several times before finally noticing the fifth person who had somehow appeared in the room.
Looking at Erdfana, who was emaciated but inexplicably gave off a spirited vibe, Cyril pointed to Tobias not far away and said, "I need your help again."
"Thanks to the enhanced synergy of that Red Priest card, we should be able to run into a trade opportunity with the Conqueror trait. I hope you can help me snatch it, or even steal it."
Erdfana nodded slightly: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure faded away quickly, disappearing like a shattered bubble, leaving it unclear whether he had left or hidden away in the world of his heart.
Cyril guessed it was the latter. He paused, then turned to Lawrence: "Is Verdu still there? I want to ask him to record some teleportation and blink techniques."
Lawrence shook his head: "He has already returned to Intersea County."
"Okay." Cyril sighed helplessly, but didn't seem to care too much.
Anyway, he also has the extraordinary trait of "traveler". Although it is a bit troublesome to use, it is not a problem to spend more time recording a few flashes and teleports.
Then he looked at Tobias: "Come with me to get something."
Tobias was surprised: "What is it?"
"The gloves for stealing. If things get complicated, just take advantage of Erdfana's distraction and steal the items."
In a boundless forest, woven from countless layers of verdant vines.
Wearing an indigo-blue captain's uniform with floral patterns, paired with off-white trousers and knee-high boots, and a tricorn hat adorned with feathers, Bernadette, dressed as the captain of a pirate ship, sat on a wicker bench.
Her pale blue eyes were tinged with a deep purple, becoming extremely dark, as if they had lost focus and her eyes were a blank expanse.
A few breaths later, the purple in her eyes faded, and her vision became clear again.
Seeing this, Cyril, who was standing quietly not far away, quickly asked, "What did you foresee?"
Bernadette rose from the wicker bench and said slowly, "The prelude to disaster... has begun."
"So fast?" Sirien was surprised, then quickly asked, "You should be able to find the altar that the Aurora Society set up to summon the True Creator, right?"
Bernadette nodded slightly, then reached out and pulled a ball of yarn from thin air.
"I met Mr. A beforehand and remembered his appearance and scent."
As she spoke, she took a piece of yarn from the ball and threw it away.
The ball of yarn rolled on the ground and eventually disappeared into the void.
Then Cyril saw the tightly intertwined green vines around him quickly retract, and in just a second or two, he was back in his bedroom from that green "forest".
He glanced at the gray sky outside the window, sighed, then looked away, walked to the full-length mirror, and applied a layer of disguise to himself.
He then took the crystal ball containing one eye from the painting, picked up Steve's scroll, and turned to walk towards the door.
A phantom door formed from starlight silently took shape before him, only to vanish as he stepped through it.
In Queens, Klein, who had just met with Prince Edsack and reported his stalled investigation, was riding in a carriage back to Minsk Street when a sudden inspiration struck him, and he looked toward the carriage door as if on cue.
In his line of sight, the carriage door opened quickly and closed silently!
Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in a heavy black dress quickly appeared in the opposite direction.
When Klein saw the sapphire ring on her hand, his pupils contracted and he almost jumped off the carriage.
This was the terrifying item he had seen before when he was doing divination above the gray fog; it was a suspected level 0 sealed artifact!
...Damn, I acted so quickly, and I even got Prince Edsack's permission to stop getting involved in your affairs, so why did they still come after me?
Am I really that unlucky?
While he was inwardly groaning, he was also carefully observing the woman who had suddenly barged into the carriage.
Then he recognized her: "Triss!"
Although the other person had changed somewhat compared to before, with more delicate features and a more captivating aura, he still recognized her.
This was the guy he had tracked down when he was a Night Watchman in Tingen, the one who had run away after being transformed from "Instigator" Triss into "Witch" Triss.
Was the commoner woman who fell in love with Prince Edsack a "witch"?
This is too much...
Hearing his astonished words, Triss's face lit up with surprise: "You really do know me!"
"Then, please report me to the Night Watchers, the Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart as soon as possible, and have them come here to arrest me!"
...Has he, uh, she finally gone mad?
No, there must be a reason why she would rather be captured and imprisoned in the church's underground than stay at the Red Rose Manor.
Klein asked, a mixture of confusion and nervousness in his voice, "What do you want to do? Or rather, what are you afraid of?"
Triss paused for a moment, then gave a bittersweet smile and said, "Someone is manipulating my life. I'm becoming less and less like myself..."
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"During a divination using a magic mirror, I made contact with a hidden being and learned some things about my situation from him."
"I wanted to get rid of my manipulated life with the help of this mysterious being, but for some reason, I have been unable to contact Him for more than a month now."
"I'll have to think of another way..."
Countless vibrant blocks of color are stacked together, resembling a distorted oil painting of the spirit world.
As Sirion wandered through the spirit world, his movements faltered. Then, a thick, grayish-white mist appeared before his eyes, revealing a blurry figure in what appeared to be a forest, assuming a prayerful posture.
Immediately afterwards, a series of somewhat urgent words reached his ears.
The commoner who fell in love with Prince Edsack was Triss, a "witch" from a witch cult... She was the "Pleasure" witch... and she was renamed Triss Chick....
As the praying figure vanished from the screen, the blurry figure of "The Fool," perched high above the gray mist, suddenly chuckled, then said in a calm yet mocking tone, "Chik... ha, that's the true name of the Primordial Witch."
Cyril blinked blankly... Why is Klein telling me all this? Shouldn't he be informing Miss "Justice"?
The meteorite fell so fast and in such a hurry that it sent the message to the wrong person?
As his thoughts drifted, high above the gray fog, the mysterious and powerful "Fool" suddenly changed his tone and said to him, "I've been targeted by 0-08. Quickly find a way to save me."
Along with the sound came a picture of a forest illuminated by firelight.
The images in his mind zoomed out quickly, showing him where he was.
The images and sounds in my mind only appeared for a very brief moment before vanishing without a trace.
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After a half-second silence, Sirien looked up at the seven beams of pure light that remained serenely flowing above him.
"Could you give me a ride? I need to go find that great being above the spirit world; he needs some help."
Before he could finish speaking, the seven beams of pure light that seemed to have been eternally hovering at the top of the spirit realm suddenly closed the distance.
A deep red light appeared before his eyes, then suddenly condensed and transformed into an extremely dignified old man dressed in a crimson robe.
"I am 'Red Light' El Moria."
Cyril nodded slightly to the other person: "Thank you for your help."
"Red Light" El Moria didn't say much, but stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder. Then the dense, layered blocks of color around them quickly retreated.
In just two or three seconds, these rapidly retreating color blocks, which stretched into lines, came to a stop.
Instead of immediately leaving the spirit world, Sirien pulled out two blank sheets of paper and looked at the "red light."
Al Moria: "Could you help me make the corresponding text appear on these two pieces of paper?"
"That's simple." Al Moria nodded slightly.
With the consent of "Red Light", Cyril immediately began to explain what he needed.
As he narrated, words that had been abstracted into reality appeared in the hands of "Red Light" El Moria.
He casually tossed the words onto the blank drawing paper in Sirion's hand, transforming them into solid characters that resembled printed text.
Cyril glanced at the information on the drawing paper, and after confirming there were no problems, he folded the paper into a paper airplane and handed it to "Red Light" El Moria: "Could you do me another favor and deliver two letters to St. Hillan Cathedral and St. Samuel Cathedral?"
"Can."
Al Moria nodded to him, took the drawing paper folded into a paper airplane, and then his figure turned into a clear red light and disappeared.
After watching "Red Light" El Moria leave, Cyril took a step forward and directly left the spirit world.
In reality, several burning meteorites fell at high speed, engulfing the entire forest.
Klein's face turned pale. The meteorite came too fast and covered too large an area. He couldn't think of a way to safely avoid this attack.
He took a deep breath, reached out and pressed his hand to his face, intending to change his appearance so that Cyril could quickly locate him, but then suddenly stopped and looked at the meteorite that was getting closer and closer in the sky.
...There's no time left. He might not be able to make it in time. If he's a little late, the body lying here might turn from one into two.
I'd better rely on myself; at least I won't be a burden to others.
As his thoughts raced, he snapped his fingers.
Call ~
Crimson flames leaped up, and he was just about to use "Flame Leap" when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind.
Before he could turn around, Cyril's voice rang out: "Mr. Venitan, please pull us into the spirit world."
Who is Venetian?
Klein was momentarily stunned, then suddenly his vision changed as a clear yellow light emanated from the void.
Then the surrounding reds became redder, the yellows became yellower, and the whites became whiter, with all the colors overlapping and creating a strange oil painting!
The moment he entered the spirit world, he saw a meteorite burning with scorching flames crash down where he had been standing. The forest was instantly destroyed, the ground trembled, and a mushroom-shaped cloud rose up.
The intense heat from the falling meteorite did not affect him; it seemed that this brightly colored and distorted space existed in a completely different dimension from reality.
Call ~
I almost... I'm just a small-time detective, it would have been too much to just throw a meteorite at me!
What's the difference between this and using a cannon to kill a mosquito?
As he was complaining, a bright yellow light flashed by, and then a thin old man wearing a lemon-yellow robe and with a long white beard appeared in his field of vision.
Under Klein's astonished gaze, the gaunt old man bowed to him and said, "Nice to meet you, great being above the spirit realm, I am 'Yellow Light' Venitan."
"Yellow Light" Venetian!
Is it the "yellow light" that is personified as the spiritual light of the spirit world?
Klein suddenly looked up instinctively, towards the seven beams of pure light covering the highest point of the spirit realm.
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