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"Captain, this is the information about the 'Immortal King'."

On the fifth day after the cooperation was finalized, Bernadette received further news that the 'Immortal King' had left the island where he was stationed and began roaming the sea.

The "Immortal King" has always been relatively low-key, and he is in charge of the powerful sealed artifact "King of Death". Some pirates believe that the "Immortal King" himself is not strong, and may only be at the level of a pirate general, the real "Immortal King"

In fact, it is a "death call".

This is not certain, after all, the "devil" is always cunning and insidious. Maybe Agaritu just wants to show weakness to attract prey.

What did the saint who passed through the diviner want to do to collect information about Agaritu...Does he need a saint-level marionette? (She collected information and learned that the diviner's Sequence 5 is called "

"Secret Puppet Master") or to obtain the sealed artifact "Queen of Death"? Or are there other personal grudges? Although this matter has nothing to do with herself, Bernadette still couldn't help but be curious.

The information contains the approximate sea area where the "Immortal King" is currently located and the possible shipping routes. That's about it. If you get more detailed, the other party will find out... Due to the devil's tricky crisis sensing, this time Bernadette's

The investigation relies entirely on "luck".

For example, divide your subordinates into several teams, carry some low- and medium-sequence sealed objects of the demon path and go in different directions to see if you can meet the "Immortal King" within seven days.

So far, it seems that her luck is pretty good.

…

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the passenger ship docked at a port.

It will stay here all night and set sail again at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Passengers and sailors can disembark to the island to relax and feel the style of the sea.

Passengers got off the ship one after another or relaxed in the entertainment facilities of the passenger ship.

The Declined King was not prepared to go to the island, as he felt that there would be a tsunami here.

So he walked onto the deck, stared at a certain direction on the sea for a while, took out the "Navigation Manual" from his pocket, and after comparing it, pointed out the end point of the voyage on the simple map with his finger, which was surrounded by many small islands.

Large island in the center.

"Byam."

He pronounced the name with an impatient expression on his face: "...what's up there that keeps shouting in my ears?"

From the moment they entered this sea area, they began to scream hysterically and use vague language with no meaning. They kept repeating "Help" and "Give me a sacrifice". If it wasn't an animal, it was a human being who was so crazy that he couldn't even speak.

.

Such a soul is of extremely low quality and has little value.

"Wave waves, human prayers... a... a demigod, oh, the sound I heard came from a demigod on the island of Rhoside. It was dying, so I felt it."

"Oh my god." He murmured to himself with a complex expression, "I'm actually so 'hungry' that I can even hear the death of demigods."

The bottom line will only get lower and lower, and the outer gods who have higher requirements for food (at least angels) decide not to eat this toothpick meat.

But he simply passed a divination, and with the help of great success, he understood that Rossed Island would soon be destroyed to a certain extent due to the madness of the demigod above. There could be many ways of destruction, such as the ending:

: Part of it was sunk by the demigod himself. Ending 2: The whole thing was washed with sea water by the Church of Storms in order to "reduce subsequent damage". Ending 3: Although it didn't sink or crack, all the believers in that demigod on the island went crazy.

After killing others indiscriminately, the Church of Storms came to clean up the mess.

There are hundreds of thousands of permanent residents on Rossed Island, but related to this matter... He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and grabbed a handful of spider-like threads of the void. There were more layers in the distance, as if

An airtight network.

He let go of his hand and the lines disappeared again.

There are currently about 50,000 people in total. The tsunami caused by the sinking will definitely affect the surrounding islands. In fact, this can be considered a disaster... He thought for a while, maybe he could temporarily save this demigod and make them go crazy but not die.

, and then reveal the information to Bernadette...?

If you take action to temporarily delay the decline, you should be able to force Bernadette to be counted as a "conspirator".

"Sage" is actually a relatively neutral word in the ancient Hermetic language, although from the perspective of later generations of language, it has a slightly more positive meaning. After all, its prefix "Master of Prophecy" is also a neutral word. After predicting disaster,

You can choose to sit back and watch, you can choose to add fuel to the fire and take advantage of the opportunity, or you can choose to stop it.

Assuming that Bernadette refuses, it may be possible to judge that the promotion ceremony of the "Sage" is to prevent the disaster rather than expand it.

"Forget it, there's no need."

He gave up this idea: it was a waste of time and might not be profitable. The ritual of the "Sage" had nothing to do with him, and he did not need to know the information about the "Sage's Promotion Ceremony".

As for the ceremony of becoming a god, you can consider it.

He turned around and was about to go back to his room to rest. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"Do you want to go?" The Outer God said to himself, "Do you think there is something attracting you there?"

"Faceless Doll" has a strong interest in that direction.

A high-sequence sealed artifact or strong person on the diviner path?

He glanced at the invisible island from a distance, turned around, and walked down the steps: "Then let's go and have a look."

After returning to the room and entering the spiritual world, he drifted to a hidden port on Rhoside Island.

As soon as I arrived here, I immediately felt the aura of decay filling the surroundings, forming a gray haze in the sky that only He could see. It was too dry here, and the moisture and even blood in everyone's body were constantly being absorbed by the demigod, and their lips

The skin is dry and chapped, and there is a human figure in the shadows that will turn into debris when the wind blows. At the same time, it is too humid here. There is an angry smell in the sea water, aquatic animals swim uneasily, and the elements are extremely active, and it has reached the point where it may become unbalanced at any time.

triggering a tsunami.

What attracted him was not the death of the demigods, but the auras of these more than 50,000 dying people...

It's worth tasting.

"The thing that attracts you is not far away?" He raised his head and glanced in the direction suggested by the puppet, "Let's go."

Passing through the dark-skinned, skinny and shriveled indigenous people, and passing through alleys with clothes hanging overhead, his eyes suddenly opened up, revealing a square that was not too big.

On the square, a group of locals gathered around the central pool, either kneeling or prostrate, muttering to themselves, or singing quietly, with pious but numb expressions.

Feeling someone approaching, they turned their heads one after another.

The "faceless doll" is learning, so it takes the initiative to change the appearance of its current body into the appearance of an indigenous person it eats.

Although the clothes were a little different, the skin color was darker and the facial features were soft, which were the characteristics of the local people. So those people slowly turned their heads back, and the sound of windows closing above their heads was heard.

"Praise to the great sea god Kavitua, you protect us through tsunamis and storms, please calm down your anger..."

After listening to their prayers, the Outer God reached out to grab somewhere in the void, grabbed the ethereal mystical connection, and broke it with a gentle tug. Several of the people praying in front of the square suddenly let out a shrill cry.

Screaming, their bodies quickly dehydrated and shriveled up. In front of everyone, their flesh and blood collapsed and fell off, and their bones made cracking sounds. They rolled and crushed themselves into a pile of powder that was once human.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and no one collected the ashes for them. They gathered the ashes in the middle and knelt down to pray more fervently, hoping that the Poseidon who had taken the "sacrifice" would no longer be angry.

The Declined King grabbed the thin string in his hand and felt a ruin-like cave in the water. A huge blue sea snake was swimming wildly in the sea water, as if dancing a dance that symbolized destruction.

"How much strength does it take to curse a demigod..."

He muttered to himself, and then sent a message to the sea serpent along the occult connection.

…

Kavitua, who was ruthlessly rejected by the container, roared hysterically. The gray mist blocked its senses. The selected container could not enter, and his body and spirit were about to collapse!

There is no time to choose the next container. The last bit of its sanity is about to disappear. It does not even have the extra thinking ability to issue a request to the believers on the land to "sacrifice me". Its priests are also driven by the rage of the god they believe in.

There were varying degrees of madness, some lying on the ground, or tearing apart their own flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a lofty gaze fell on him, and Kavituva's crazy brain regained some calmness due to the instinct of fear. It was coiled around a stone pillar in the ruins, and the stone pillar was crumbling as a result, and it had no atmosphere.

Dare to breathe.

A thought fell into its mind, and it instantly understood its meaning:

"If you want to be saved, you need to pay something."

Pay, pay... a human word that it can understand. As if he suddenly saw a star of light in a desperate situation, Kavitua reluctantly used his remaining brain to think about what he could pay.

Its eyes swept across the ruins: stone statues, ancient gold coins, deep-sea treasures and pearls, tattered wall carvings, and human priests.

It rolled up all these things with its tail, and its roar was swallowed up by the sea water. The sound turned into a huge tide and hit the beach on the shore, shaking the docked fishing boats like models.

"Why is there such a big storm all of a sudden?!"

A man running hurriedly on the shore clutched his coat tightly, and the sea breeze almost took it away from him.

He almost shouted these words, and the strong wind swallowed up everything. The adventurer next to him was still meticulous, with his top hat firmly stuck on his head, and his eyes that were blown open by the wind also added to his aura.

Fierce and sharp.

Gehrman Sparrow did not speak, because shouting an answer to Daniz was not in line with his personality. He shook his head, but he didn't know if Daniz saw it.

Daniz probably didn't see it. They quickened their pace and ran out of the aboriginal residential area despite the strong wind. After entering the city of Bayam, they felt that the wind finally calmed down a bit.

Distant underwater, Kavitua got the answer:

"It's not nearly enough."

It roared angrily and tightened its body harder. The priests who were rolled up by him trembled violently, and blood came out of their mouths and noses.

Believer! It thinks of its loyal possessions. I still have many believers on the earth! I still have a lot of treasures! I can give them all to you!

"It's still a little worse."
To be continued...