leonardwarren Chapter 261 Conversation
Chapter 261 Conversation
Chapter 261 Conversation
As soon as Erdfana finished speaking, the fire giant who had been trampled underfoot by the gray-white dragon regained consciousness from the shock.
It looked up at Erdfauna, who was in the form of a giant dragon, and uttered a low, hoarse sound:
"No, save me."
"You are Gu Long, you can."
"I...I agree to your terms."
Erdfana didn't answer, but turned to look at Cyril, his voice lingering:
"You can communicate with Him now, but be quick, because once the pollution in His body takes effect, this clarity won't last long."
Cyril nodded slightly, inwardly sighing:
...As expected of the powerful and ancient "audience," they've already taken care of things before I even said a word.
Those who excel in this path are practically the ideal subordinates in the eyes of all leaders; they can understand others' intentions and...
He paused briefly, gathering his thoughts, and turned to look at the fire giant, who was being trampled by the gray-white dragon and prostrate on the ground. He pondered for a moment and said:
"Your true form has been too severely corrupted by the City of Calamity; there's no saving you."
"If you are willing to give up your identity as the 'God of Weather,' and relinquish your angelic status and power, perhaps there is still a chance to salvage the situation."
The fire giant, prostrate on the ground, hesitated only slightly before nodding in answer: "I...I'm willing."
"I'm willing to give up my special characteristics as long as I can get rid of that damned pollution."
After a brief pause, he asked again, "What do I need to give in return?"
Cyril curled the corners of his lips and stated the conditions he had already thought of:
"A period of freedom, roughly 14 or 15 years."
"This is only a very short period of time for you. After that, you will be free to do whatever you want."
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The fire giant fell silent, and even the raging flames on its body slowed down.
"I am not an angel who knows nothing."
"I know that the end times proclaimed by those orthodox churches truly exist, and I know that time is approaching. The 14 or 15 years you mentioned, the end of the world has already arrived, hasn't it?"
Cyril nodded slightly: "Yes."
"But my conditions will not change, though you are free to refuse."
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After a brief silence, the fire giant shook his head slightly:
"I won't refuse. It's just the end of the world; how could it get any worse than it is now?"
"Perhaps... is that possible?"
Cyril suddenly thought of the "Bound God" who was tied to a tree to give birth; no matter how you looked at it, that guy was much worse off.
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The fire giant fell silent for a moment after Cyrien's reply.
Then the raging flames on His body suddenly surged, taking on a dark hue, but were quickly suppressed.
The face, obscured by flames, was inexplicably grotesque. His chest heaved violently, and with each breath, copious amounts of blood-tinged, magma-like pale yellow pus oozed from the cracks in his body.
The pus that splattered around it flew into the air and bloomed on the ground into blackish-purple flames, or strange weather phenomena.
The fire giant spoke in a deep, hoarse voice, his words slurred and somewhat halting:
"It's affecting me again..."
"Tell me, what do you need me to do... how, cooperate?"
"I'd better hurry, I can't suppress the malice in my heart anymore."
Cyril turned his head to look at the grayish-white head beside him, which looked distinctly old and resembled a lizard's head magnified dozens of times, and asked:
"Can you help Him uncover a true identity He once possessed?"
Erdfana shook his head slightly:
"This not only requires his active cooperation, but also requires me to go to His side."
"I can achieve the former by planting psychological suggestions and hypnosis in advance, but the latter, even if it is not one of the two most easily affected pathways, the pollution there is still very troublesome for me."
"Just troublesome?" Sirion asked instinctively.
Erdfana corrected her casually, "It is troublesome."
"Pollution can fight pollution. I have been tainted by the pollution from the Chaos Sea. What is a dangerous place for ordinary angels is one where I can stay for a short time."
"A small amount of pollution can, to some extent, help me combat the erosion from the 'Chaotic Sea,' but this 'small amount' is only theoretical and difficult to control. Once it becomes unbalanced, it will be a disaster for me."
"For you who are by my side, the out-of-control angel is also a disaster."
Cyril fell silent, his mind replaying the strange and dangerous square in the special mirror world.
The terrifying giant bound to the plaza stone monument by pitch-black iron chains was clearly the true form of the "God of Weather." Whether the "City of Calamity" wanted to "conquer" him or the sacrificial pool, his self-awareness was obviously an obstacle.
Following this line of thought, if I help it break free from the self-awareness of the "God of Weather," it will most likely not stop me, and might even offer assistance.
If we're talking about terms, it's not impossible to get another copy of the "War Bishop" extraordinary trait.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when Erdfana's voice rang out from the side:
"Your idea has some merit, but how can you guarantee that the City of Calamity and the newly formed consciousness within it will cooperate with you?"
Cyril raised his hand and rubbed his chin, saying, "Given a worse outcome, a worse one isn't so unacceptable."
He paused, then looked at Erdfana's lowered head:
"Shouldn't you be able to trace back through this part of his consciousness that invaded my dreams, find and reach the location of his true body?"
Erdfana tilted his head back: "It's simple."
After a slight tremor, Cyril discovered that the "City of Miracles," Levihard, in his dream had vanished.
Also vanished were the surrounding thin mist and the silhouette of the giant dragon that weaved through it.
All that remained around him were the fire giants compressed to their normal size and the gray-white dragon flapping its enormous membranous wings above its head.
As the dragon flapped its wings, a strong gust of wind arose.
Cyril suddenly felt like a blade of grass in a raging wind, his body uncontrollably drifting forward.
In the boundless darkness, countless colorful orbs of light of varying sizes clustered together, forming a dreamlike ocean.
A giant gray-white dragon plunged into this "ocean" and continued to sink.
Boo!
After a soft, ethereal touch, Cyril felt as if he had passed through a non-existent membrane and arrived in another world.
A layer of dark, eerie mist hung in the air, surrounded by scorched and cracked earth and city ruins scattered everywhere.
"This is his dream. You can communicate with the dominant consciousness within him here. For angels, even their own dreams can be kept clear."
"If your communication fails, I will take you away."
Erdfana's voice drifted behind him, and Cyril instinctively turned around, but he didn't see him.
Instead, above this scorched, dreamlike sky, he saw the silhouette of a giant dragon circling on the other side, shrouded in a dark, ethereal mist.
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They're quite cautious.
He muttered something to himself, then turned around and, while curiously looking around, walked toward the square deep in the dream where many black stone tablets stood.
At the edge of the square, the towering black stone monuments seemed to move their positions consciously, making way for a not-so-wide but straight passage leading to the center of the square.
"Is this... a welcome?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow, then stepped onto the path cleared for him by the stone tablets.
As he went deeper, he discovered that the stone tablets on both sides of the passage seemed to be tombstones, and tombstones from different races and different times.
Because some of these tombstones were inscribed with ancient Fusak language, while others were in giant language, highland language, elf language, dragon language, and even some languages he had never seen before.
...It's a pity I'm not an "archaeologist," otherwise I could study this for a while and probably even melt the potion in my mouth.
Composing himself, he quickened his pace and headed towards the center of the square.
In the center of the square, he saw again the terrifying giant bound by rows of black iron chains.
Unlike the special mirror world, He in the dream was not tied to the stone tablet, but was still bound.
His body consisted of only an iron-black skeleton, the rest of his body filled with cracked, purplish-blue flames, from which a pale yellow, blood-red, lava-like pus would occasionally drip out.
Beneath Him was a calm, still lake shimmering with black light. The water had already reached His chest, but was still rising slowly, as if it would not stop until He was completely submerged.
The calm lake water that spread to his chest reflected another version of Him, a more ferocious and terrifying one.
Seemingly disturbed by Cyril's gaze, the giant's reflection in the lake no longer synchronized with Him, and even made movements completely opposite to Him.
They were like two mischievous children playing a game of imitation, but suddenly one of them didn't want to play anymore, and then things got chaotic.
The terrifying giant and its reflection beneath the lake remained locked in this eerie standoff for a while before their movements finally synchronized once more.
However, this seems to be dominated by reflections, because the terrifying giant on the water's surface always moves a beat slower.
They looked down at Sirion, one after the other, and said jokingly:
"I am him, and He is me, so how do you plan to save me?"
Suppressing the inexplicable feeling of disgust rising within him, Xireen retorted:
"Don't you want to clear away this uncooperative mindset and restore your health?"
The reflection in the water and the terrifying giant on the surface suddenly burst into laughter at the same time:
"Haha, you also think I'm the healthy one?"
Cyril nodded without hesitation: "Of course, you are closer to the origin of war than He is, and you are also more powerful than Him."
The terrifying giant's reflection beneath the water's surface gave a wicked smile:
"What a despicable plot, but I appreciate your response."
"But I can get rid of that foolish and cowardly version of myself on my own, and it won't take long."
Cyril shook his head slightly: "But you don't have time anymore."
The Lord of Storms has taken notice of this. At the latest by tomorrow, the Pope from Pasu Island will arrive in person, and there might even be divine punishment.
"Then those believers who helped you perform the bloody sacrifices will die, and you will die too. Maybe the entire Bansi Island will be wiped off the map."
"It won't be easy for the 'City of Calamity' to expand the contamination to this extent again."
The terrifying giant and his reflection spoke in low, hoarse voices at the same time:
Are you threatening me?
As they spoke, the entire dream seemed to boil over, and the surging heat waves in the air made Cyril feel like he was about to be roasted alive; even breathing was an ordeal.
He rubbed his fingers together slightly, trying to cool down with a "freezing" trick, but the trick failed as soon as it was formed under the scorching heat.
Only when a somewhat faint, aged, deep roar resounded did the turbulent dream gradually calm down.
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