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Chapter 257 The God of Weather
Chapter 257 The God of Weather (The bonus chapter content has been split and included in these three chapters)
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It was an unreal sound, as if the sound of glass cracking suddenly rang out above my head.
Cyril instinctively looked up and saw that the sky, which had always been shrouded in dark, murky mist, seemed to have been punched, with countless cracks spreading out like a spider web.
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Are you coming again?
With a mental grumble, Cyril was about to "open the door" and leave this mirror world when he saw the spiderweb-like cracks in the sky begin to repair themselves at a visible speed.
Caught off guard by the sudden change, he froze in mid-air with his outstretched hand, which he had intended to "open the door."
Only after the cracks in the sky completely disappeared did Sirion withdraw his hand. He temporarily abandoned the idea of leaving and decided to explore the area further.
Seemingly sensing his thoughts, the "Red Priest" card he was holding suddenly became a little hot, as if urging him to look around. After that, he followed his instincts and randomly chose one side, then stepped forward.
More than ten minutes later, he stopped in front of a square with a tall, square stone monument.
His spiritual intuition was frantically warning him that he could not go any further.
He paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky above, which was always covered by a layer of dark, murky mist.
During his journey, the dark sky repeatedly cracked and healed, as if it had entered a subtle and protracted tug-of-war.
...I wonder if the "weather god" on Bansi Island belongs to the side that shattered the mirror world or the side that repaired it.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a familiar, graceful figure suddenly appeared in the square in front of him.
She was the beautiful young woman in the rickshaw who was wearing a cheongsam and holding a round fan.
The girl in the cheongsam smiled at him:
"You're here again."
"Are you here to help me this time?"
Cyril frowned, suppressing the abnormal surge of desire within him, before asking:
"What do you want me to help you with?"
"You'll see it if you take just two more steps forward."
As she spoke, the girl in the cheongsam stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed.
Cyril lifted his leg slightly, then put it down again.
His spiritual intuition was warning him, reminding him that he could not go any further.
Noticing his hesitation, the girl in the cheongsam smiled and said:
"There won't be any danger, at least not for you."
"After all, you've come in so many times, although you only come in briefly each time and then leave."
...I suspect you're driving.
He mentally grumbled, then took out the gold coin again and flicked it into the air with a clang. After spinning a few times, he caught it with his hand.
Turn it up (backside up) to indicate negation!
He looked at the girl in the cheongsam standing in the square with a suspicious expression.
The latter bowed to him apologetically, speaking in a gentle but earnest tone:
"I'm sorry, I withheld some information, but as long as you're willing to help, I can guarantee you won't be in mortal danger."
...If I'm unwilling to help, are you going to just let me perish on the spot?
As he mentally replied, Sirion took two steps back, creating some distance between them.
The allure of the girl in the cheongsam opposite him was too strong; he worried that such close contact would shake his firm beliefs.
The "Red Priest" card in his hand was burning hot, like a blazing heart beating, which inexplicably stirred up feelings of reluctance and hesitation in his heart.
He frowned, just about to put away the "Red Priest" card in his hand, when the girl in the cheongsam standing in the square suddenly pointed at the "Red Priest" card in his hand and said:
"I've already paid you. Even if you leave here, he'll come looking for you."
...The reward refers to the extra information on the "Red Priest" card?
After a two-second pause of quiet thought, Sirion countered with a question:
"Who is he? The 'Weather God'?"
The girl in the cheongsam paused for a moment, then said in a somewhat awkward tone:
Tobias.
"Tobias?"
Cyril looked completely bewildered. The name sounded like something from the Northern Continent, but he had no recollection of it.
The girl in the cheongsam didn't explain further. Instead, she turned her head to look at the tall, square stone monument standing in the center of the square behind her. Xi Ruien's throat bobbed, and he swallowed non-existent saliva.
The seemingly ordinary young woman in the cheongsam casually and nonchalantly rotated her head 180 degrees.
degree.
...I knew it! How could anyone who lives in a place like this be a normal person?
As his thoughts drifted, he saw a terrifying giant bound by black iron chains now standing on the tall stone tablet that had been empty just moments before.
It—no, it should be him—was completely charred, his flesh and blood gone, his iron-black metal skeleton surrounded by raging purple-blue flames.
These flames formed a terrifying body riddled with cracks of varying sizes in an incomprehensible way. As the bound giant struggled, large amounts of blood-red, magma-like pale yellow pus continuously slid out of those cracks.
They burst forth in mid-air and on the ground as black flames and various extreme weather phenomena.
The moment Cyril saw the giant's appearance, he smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder, felt a burning pain as if his body were being scorched by fire, his jet-black hair turned yellow and began to curl, and signs of charring and cracking appeared on his body.
In addition, he gained a lot of knowledge about hunting, making traps, and potions.
Sequence 2: Weather Wizard Main Materials: Skull of Weather Giant, Core of Cloud Jellyfish Ascension Ritual: Forcibly change the weather of a region in a very short time without relying on external forces.
"Kill me!"
"No, destroy... Banshee..."
"Kill me"
A fragmented, contradictory, and terrifying murmur suddenly exploded in Sirion's mind, snapping him back to reality.
Then, all the anomalies vanished instantly, and the terrifying giant bound to the tall stone monument by the black iron chains also disappeared.
He looked down at himself; his exposed skin was still charred and cracked, but it hadn't gotten any worse.
He then grabbed a handful of hair from his head; it felt dry and curly.
The girl in the cheongsam standing at the edge of the square turned her head back and looked at him with a smile:
"Fulfilling his request is the help I need; you can consider it."
"You've already received my payment; this contact will keep him clinging to you."
...This is forced buying and selling, it's a bit like the curse of a "witch".
But if I sacrifice the blasphemous card to Klein, will this connection still be able to find me?
Lost in thought, he nodded slightly to the girl in the cheongsam before him:
"Okay, I'll think about it."
"I'm planning to leave here. Could you lift the blockade on this mirror world?"
From the moment he arrived at this square, the "door" that he had been able to sense disappeared.
His earlier action of taking two steps back was also a test to see if the disappearance of the "door" he sensed was due to the special nature of this square, or to the mysterious and beautiful cheongsam-clad girl in front of him.
The girl in the cheongsam standing at the edge of the square smiled and nodded.
Then Cyril sensed the presence of "doors" around him again, and not just the "door" representing the mirror in reality, but also "doors" connecting to other mirror worlds around him.
Cyril placed his hand on his chest, bowed to the other person, and then gently pushed his hand into the air in front of him.
A phantom, intangible, deep blue door quietly appeared.
After a three-day voyage, the White Agate, which had departed from Bansi, finally arrived at the port of Tiana.
After the ship docked and all passengers who had arrived at their destination and those who had temporarily disembarked had left, Erlan, along with the ship's first mate, headed to the local telegraph office.
Out of caution, he first reported Randolph Carter's information in writing before he began to draw a portrait based on his memory.
Soon, a realistic sketch was completed.
Airland and the first mate of the White Agate stared intently at the drawing paper laid out on the table, one second, two seconds...
Half a minute passed, and the drawing paper showed no change or signs of self-destruction.
"As expected, as long as there is enough distance, the ability to manipulate the portrait to spontaneously combust will become ineffective."
After muttering something under his breath, Erland also transmitted Randolph Carter's sketch to the Governor's Office in Bayam, the capital of the Rothschild Islands, via the latest telegraph machine.
He then looked at the first mate beside him and said thoughtfully:
"Let's go to the Storm Church here again. I'm a little worried about the bloody rituals that guy mentioned."
Backlund, a sunny morning.
Xi Ruien yawned as she got out of bed, quickly washed up, had breakfast in the downstairs restaurant, and then returned to her desk in her room.
Tonight will be another full moon, and he needs to help the Abraham family with language filtering, so he returned directly to Backlund last night after leaving the Mirror World.
At the same time, I'm also curious whether Banshee's "weather god" will follow the pollution on the "Red Priest" card and come to affect him.
Judging from his peaceful sleep last night, it will probably take some time for him to have a lasting impact on me.
Composing himself, he glanced at the unusually clear sky outside the window and whispered:
"Adam".
As soon as he finished speaking, the sunlight in his field of vision suddenly became bright, causing him to subconsciously squint.
When he felt the light around him fade away and opened his eyes again, he found himself in the magnificent and enormous Church of Bones, with towering black stone pillars.
In front of the hundreds-of-meters-tall cross, surrounded by countless bones of different races, he and Adam sat facing each other in rows of black chairs with backrests.
Adam did not speak, but looked at him with a warm smile.
After organizing his thoughts briefly, he began to speak:
"I think I know about the pollution seeping into the 'City of Disaster' on Bansi Island."
"The power of the 'City of Calamity' created a unique mirror world there, which may also be a rift attached to the real world."
"It connects with real-world mirrors, but it doesn't completely depend on them. At least I've seen it break repeatedly, but no real mirrors have actually broken because of it."
"That 'Weather God' was in a state of uncontrollable corruption. In that special mirror world, he appeared before me bound and restrained."
"At the same time, there is a tendency towards self-destruction, perhaps indicating the emergence of another personality within the body."
"The true source of Banshee's bloody sacrifices is the 'City of Calamity,' and one of its purposes is likely to strengthen its connection with Banshee through continuous sacrifices."
"Perhaps the second option is to use bloody sacrifices to continuously deepen control over the 'God of Weather,' ultimately 'conquering' or 'bewitching' him, or sacrificing him to the 'City of Calamity'?"
"As for whether there are other motives, I'm not sure."
He then took out the "Red Priest" card and showed Adam the changes on it.
"Oh, right, there's also a mirror that's been tainted by the 'City of Calamity,' and has a strong connection to the special mirror world there, but it seems to have been stolen by Amon."
Adam nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.