The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"three."

"two."

She... was helping the chief priest count down the last five seconds.

This was undeniably a provocation, even contempt. Such an attitude stirred a sense of unease and frustration within Yi Mu.

Even though he wanted to avoid a violent conflict, the other party didn't seem to think so. Did he really want to join forces with that despicable old freak from Xingyuan Academy to strangle the apostle of the god he worshipped?

"one."

As Fran counted down to the last person, Melvis appeared in the treasure room.

Although he was old, his gray hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and his academic gown was equally impeccable. He looked robust and vigorous, as if he were in his prime.

“You lowly plunderer, I will make you pay for the sins you committed at the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower.”

The moment he saw Fran, Melvis made a provocative declaration.

His melancholy had been suppressed for a long time. Before this full moon arrived, he had worried countless times... What should he do if the guy who stole the Heil's remnants didn't walk into his trap but chose to disappear without a trace?

Everything belonging to that pure-blooded nobleman belongs to the Star Abyss Society. It is their most precious spoils of war from the "War of Annihilation" in the Lost Era, and must never be allowed to be touched.

Scythia represents their greatest asset in deciphering the bloodlines of ancient mythical creatures, and this research is about to enter its final stage... How can it not be infuriating when this unexpected turn of events occurs?

"Hmm~ As expected of the descendants of pirates and exiles, they always adhere to the logic of 'what they get is theirs'."

Fran simply gave a calm comment in response to Melvis's provocative remarks.

The expression on the man's face gradually turned cold.

Without a doubt, Melvis's earlier comment about "lowly plunderers" included him as well. If he could, he would never want to be on the same side as the scholars of the Star Abyss Society.

Fran glanced back briefly at Haida, who was sensing the Oak Shadow Nest's spiritual essence, before continuing to speak.

“According to your thinking, she is now in my hands and rightfully my property. You can certainly try to protect your ‘legitimate property’... if you can.”

Melvis could no longer contain himself and immediately reached out, using a relic to activate a secret technique.

"Then let me try. I also want to know if your identity as an 'Apostle' is genuine..."

One could see that the coral bone ring on his index finger was slowly emitting a deep red spiritual glow.

As the second-class mid-level secret technique [Soul Sucker] was activated, viscous seawater, reaching above ankle level, surged into the entire collection room, and countless dark red marine tentacles, wriggling their suckers and tentacles, gradually emerged.

Once they appear, they begin to absorb the scattered spiritual energy around them without restraint, and use it to multiply and reproduce.

"A spell full of wicked humor..."

Fran glanced at the tentacles that had wrapped around the sole of her shoe with a hint of disgust, intending to use [Dust Removal] to drive them away, but soon her eyes narrowed as she noticed something unusual.

The tentacles of the [Sucking Spirit Sunflower] gradually sank into the reflection of the ground, just like the wreckage of a ship gradually falling into the abyss of the four seas.

He was unaware that the shadow of the Oak Nest was eroding Melvis's spell.

Fran looked up at the chief priest, but he seemed puzzled by what he was seeing.

It wasn't him who did it, which means... it was Haida who caused the impact.

In the brief moment of his mental flash, Melvis had already activated the next spell according to his usual combat style.

The ability to absorb the spiritual energy dissipating from the external environment is the foundation for everything, and what follows is to transform this collected spiritual energy into something that can secure victory.

He chanted the prayer quickly and skillfully, and the first-class mid-level secret technique [Abyss Well Palace], composed of coral bones and a full moon, gradually took shape.

The marine tentacles that had been writhing on the ground were stripped of all their life force in a very short time, turning into pale and hard fossilized bone. In an instant, the entire treasure chamber was filled with jagged bone stones, encompassed by the palace of corpses.

Melvis summoned the projection, or rather, the "traces" of that fallen deity.

“Oh… the legacy of Fuchii, is that the source of your confidence?”

Observing the forbidden secret techniques that had already taken shape around him, Fran roughly understood why the president of the Star Abyss Society would dare to take action against an Apostle-level being.

The [Abyss Well Skeleton Palace] embodies some of the characteristics of that deity's corpse, capable of absorbing and shaping anything containing spiritual essence. To be in this palace made of coral bones at this moment... is tantamount to being swallowed whole by Him.

Crushed, eroded, and reshaped, all in the blink of an eye.

"Although it is also of the first category, it feels much inferior to Grantham's spell."

After making a brief assessment, Fran took out a previously obtained "disintegration generator" from the pocket of his doctor's coat and calmly aimed it at Melvis.

Since the damage is irreversible, this small launcher is essentially a consumable item. However, it can barely handle the current situation.

As the pyrolysis generator completed its energy storage, a white-hot "Cardinal's Return Light" burst forth! ≈…♀>

Just as it was about to strike Melvis, a shadowy figure, almost tangible, appeared before them.

Once the shadowy creation was completely annihilated by the radiance and incandescence, the High Priest of the Remains had brought Melvis to the other side.

"Amazing power! What was that light? An ancient relic?"

Melvis could sense that if he had been hit by that incandescent beam, the consequences would probably not have been pleasant.

While not necessarily fatal, if the arcane art is interrupted... it won't be so easy to cast it again. Without the influence of a first-class arcane ritual, attempting to blaspheme an apostle with a mortal body is utter folly, and there is no other possibility but to be ravaged.

Although he was saved by the remaining eye, he still felt a deep sense of unease.

Along with that beam of light, there seemed to be a blurry, ethereal figure. Was it just my imagination?

"It's not your imagination, is it?"

Seemingly sensing what Melvis was thinking, Fran's amber eyes flashed with a faint smile.

She gently lifted her fingertip to show off a ring made of ground red coral bone.

It was the same ornament that Melvis used to unleash the [Soul-Sucking Sunflower] secret technique.

"you!"

It was a tremendous humiliation to have one's belongings taken away right before one's eyes, and the worst part was that he hadn't even noticed.

The association president let out a deep sigh, futilely trying to conceal his barely suppressed anger.

Yi Mu was also slightly confused. He had been drawn to the dazzling light and hadn't noticed when she took the ring.

After taking a few deep breaths, Melvis seemed to have calmed down after a moment.

“Vivian, your little tricks are quite good. But to think you can win with just that is too childish... In the Lost Age, we once strangled an Apostle. He did not die from mysticism, weapons, or taboos.”

According to him, "He died only from his 'arrogance' towards mortals and our 'baseness'."

His aged eyes were cloudy and sinister, carrying a deep and chilling aura that inspired fear.

Lin: "Hmm~ do you mean stalling for time?"

"I think this is a trick only children use, it's not despicable. It's just a rather unseemly trick."

When Jufran raised her hand, one could see that the palm of her hand was stained with pale bone-stone patterns.

From the moment the [Yuanjing Skeleton Palace] was formed, her body and spirit have been constantly eroded and suppressed.

This tendency is spreading rapidly; what were originally just tiny white marks of bone on her skin have spread to her entire palm within a few breaths. In a little while, she will likely be completely molded into an inorganic statue.

However, like Melvis who was waiting for the secret technique to take effect, Fran was also waiting.

She was waiting for Haida to fully awaken the spirituality of the ancient banyan fruit, the "Shadow of the Future."

At this moment, Haida was hidden in the mist behind Fran, absorbing the spirit of the Oak Shadow Nest. The ancient banyan spirit she possessed was not enough to manifest her complete future self as she had in the Library Ruins; she could only reproduce some of its characteristics on herself.

After a period of preparation, she finally completed the process.

At some point, a black seam appeared on the nun's fair and slender neck, and her gray-chestnut eyes shimmered with an indescribable darkness and mystery.

At the same time, a "Decapitation Throne" that had been significantly reduced in size also materialized in his hand.

Sensing the aura emanating from behind, Fran knew that Haida had already completed the manifestation of the future shadow.

She smiled faintly, her expression carrying a hint of triumphant scheming.

"While stalling is indeed a childish trick, I must say... it's really fun to play."

Melvis, bewildered, merely accelerated the spell's progress with a grim expression, occasionally sending sharp, prismatic coral bones hurtling towards Fran. But this was largely pointless; the [Crown Thief] would easily snatch them away and toss them aside.

The chief priest of the memorial hall personally sensed a strange change, and his previously calm expression suddenly turned horrified.

Oak Shadow Nest, is out of his control.

It was as if a higher authority had overridden and shielded everything under his control. But that was impossible; even an apostle from the same source could not possibly overpower him in such a short time.

If the person in front of you is a "prototype"... no, that's even more impossible.

If that were the case, He wouldn't need to leave a name card at all! Simply revealing His identity appropriately would have been enough for the entire Six-Eyed Raven Order to act as His vanguard. Moreover, neither He nor Melvis would have survived to this day.

"Peng!"

The palace made of coral skeletons gradually collapsed under the repulsion and encroachment of the Oak Shadow Nest. After all, this was only a secret technique, and its effectiveness and sustainability were far inferior to a ritual. Its advantage lay in its ease of casting and its relatively high stability.

"Yimei, what are you doing? Are you helping her?"

Seeing his secret technique disrupted, Melvis's eye twitched slightly, and he looked at the deceased with suspicion.

But Yi Mu was equally confused. He couldn't even care less about the so-called camaraderie. He used shadows to create two claw-shaped scimitars and leaped at Fran.

The curved blade slashed down, but immediately disappeared into the shadows without causing a ripple.

Her own sect's sanctuary... was sheltering her.

Surrounded by the deep shadows of the Oak Nest, Fran bowed slightly, offering a standard and crisp salute.

"I have accepted your gifts. So, I will take my leave now."

"Furthermore, Mr. Yimu... please rest assured, I will not take Oak Shadow Nest. Just as the Six-Eyed God will not share his most precious treasure, I will not take away the foundation upon which you depend for survival."

As she spoke, she and Haida sank into the reflection chamber.

The entire secret realm was originally sealed off by the Eye of the Dead, making it impossible to enter or leave. But now, Haida has usurped its control, which has allowed the exit door to reopen.

Upon hearing her words, Yi Mu felt his soul tremble uncontrollably.

Perhaps they felt resentful, or perhaps they were confused.

But in the end, he simply rubbed his temples and fell into a long silence.

This "Vivian" lady, though not yet fully formed, is able to completely control Oak Shadow Nest, leaving only one possibility: the Black Raven's favor towards her... far exceeds that of herself.

"You actually let her go right in front of her? Yimu, are you really accomplices? You didn't do anything from beginning to end!"

Even using the forbidden first-class secret technique failed to capture the opponent, leaving Melvis utterly furious. He couldn't help but question the remaining eye beside him, who had been slacking off the entire time.

Lost in his own thoughts, Yi Mu paid no heed to Melvis's almost out-of-control rage.

Faced with the questioning, he only gave a weary response after a long period of contemplation.

"After this, the Six-Eyed Raven Cult will no longer be involved in these six matters. As for the treasures she stole... we will not pursue them either."

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Soup! (Perfect attendance achieved!)

Chapter 106 The Curse of the Five Eyes

"No pursuit?"

Upon hearing this, Melvis's eyes flashed with an uncontrollable coldness.

Could there really be some connection between the deceased and Vivian, who left the letter?

Judging from the methods she used, this is indeed suspicious... Apart from the eerie gray-white mist and the extremely destructive relic just now, she seemed to have been using the methods of the Raven Feather Disciple from beginning to end.

Shadows, spying, and theft.

Although he was on the verge of losing control, he knew that it would be unwise to take action at Oak Shadow Nest at this moment.

This was, after all, the sanctuary of the Six-Eyed Raven Order, and the remnant eye hadn't consumed much of its spiritual energy. Meanwhile, he himself was in a weakened state after performing the first type of ritual and needed time to recover.

"Hmph... Yimu, I've seen your attitude. I will dig out the secrets behind this, and you'd better really have nothing to do with that guy."

"Otherwise, we may find it difficult to abide by our previous agreement of 'non-interference'."

Frustrated, Melvis turned and left.

The deceased did not reply, nor did he intend to return to preside over the full-moon auction. Given this sudden turn of events, there was no need to continue the gathering this month.

He sighed deeply, then began to examine the extent of the damage to the collection.

That's a genuine Raven Feather Apostle; if she wanted to, she could empty most of the inventory in a matter of breaths.