Then, Lumianna saw Nimrod toss the dice in his hand high up into the air, and it landed in his hand.
Nimrod glanced at the numbers on top, and said with a low chuckle towards Lumianna, "Want to do some private work?"
"Private work?" Lumianna's gaze flickered slightly, and she quickly guessed what godfather was referring to, "Finally, Beyonder events have happened again?"
To be frank, the people Lumianna killed yesterday weren't Beyonders, at most they could only be considered fellows who bullied others by relying on being strong and sturdy. And the last Beyonder event for Lumianna was already the merman barbecue from three days ago——
Although Lumianna's reason told her that on the safe sea routes opened up by the official authorities, it was impossible for there to be too many Beyonder events, with only a small number of pirates wanting to take the opportunity to plunder, this indeed made Lumianna feel that it differed a bit too much from the crisis-ridden ocean she had imagined.
And merman meat is really fragrant.
"Correct." Nimrod said affirmatively to Lumianna, "I did a divination, after some time we should be able to encounter a pirate ship—en, a pirate ship whose comprehensive strength isn't too strong, this can just happen to become the target for you to digest your potion."
"Several hundred pirates, two middle-to-low Sequence Beyonders, this is enough for your potion to obtain sufficient digestion."
"If you wish, I can send you to that ship, and let this ship be properly sent to the side of the White Agate."
"Two middle-to-low Sequence Beyonders——several hundred people——en, even if I am a Sequence 7, after being sent onto this pirate ship, there is a high probability I will be finely minced into stuffing. No, if I carry out curses and assassinations one by one, I'm almost able to do it—"
Lumianna fell into silence, pointing at her own nose with her finger, "I think it's possible, but it will require enough time."
"Time should be sufficient." Nimrod said to Lumianna, "If you encounter danger, you can call out to me at any time—do you still need to prepare any items?"
"I'll take a set of black robes." Lumianna thought for a moment and replied to Nimrod, "The rest of the items aren't needed—on this kind of pirate ship, firearms expose one's position too easily, using fallen mercury is already enough to complete the hunt."
After finishing speaking, Lumianna quickly walked back into her room to retrieve a set of black robes and put them on her body. But just in this brief minute of time, Klein on the side also walked out, calmly looking at Nimrod and Lumianna with his arms crossed over his chest.
Nimrod nodded gently towards Klein, holding down Lumianna's shoulder, the colors around them suddenly turning into vividly colored patches, and then the figures of the two disappeared within them.
After about a few seconds, Nimrod reappeared in the original spot, looked at Klein, and nodded towards him, "Need to chat?"
Klein was also in the room just now, and likewise heard the exchange between Nimrod and Lumianna just now.
Klein nodded gently, saying in a cold tone, "Good."
Following Klein's agreement, the two walked directly into Klein's room. Sitting at the living room location, Klein very ceremoniously stroked his face with his hand, changing faces as if it were Sichuan Opera face-changing, changing back to "Klein Moretti", and asked with a somewhat concerned tone, "Speaking of which, what on earth is going on with this goddaughter of yours? I accidentally encountered her once before and briefly talked about our respective matters."
Klein paused for a moment, and then said cautiously to Nimrod, "I'll say it directly, her state is a bit abnormal, constantly lingering on the verge of losing control and madness."
"I know this point." Nimrod shook his head, picked up the teacup beside him, and poured himself a pot of water— "Rather than say that, I'm taking care of her now——en, him. I'm taking care of him now also entrusted by someone. You should know his name, right?"
"Lumian Lee." Klein fluently stated this companion's name, "Since she forcibly jumped from the Hunter Pathway to the Witch Pathway, her original name should be Lumian Lee?"
"This is indeed the name he used in the past, but this name shouldn't be read like this." Nimrod sipped some water, "But his surname is not the English Lee, but the Chinese 'Li'."
Klein's breathing suddenly hitched, and then Nimrod's voice immediately fell into his ears.
"His older sister comes from the same place as us."
"Comes from the same place as us——" Klein subconsciously repeated, but the next second he reacted, "You mean——Lumianna's older sister is also a Transmigrator?"
Klein held back the thought of throwing a coin on the spot to confirm the truth or falsehood of Nimrod's words, because he knew that on this matter Nimrod couldn't possibly deceive him! But——other than Nimrod and Huang Tao, learning of the existence of another Transmigrator, how could Klein not be excited?
But he recalled what Lumianna had said to him previously, casting his gaze towards Nimrod.
"Very regretful, just like you thought." Nimrod nodded gently, as if affirming Klein's thought, "She is similar to me, when arriving in this world she was already a Sequence 7 Warlock—Hidden Sage caused severe damage to her state, and afterwards she was dragged into a sacrifice related to an evil god."
"Similar to the True Creator's descent, but a sacrifice of a slightly lower level. It's just very a pity——"
Nimrod let out a somewhat self-deprecating laugh, "Her luck wasn't as good as ours, not belonging to the Seer, Marauder, and Apprentice Pathways, destined to have no way to establish contact with the above the gray fog space."
He didn't say a single false word.
Listening to Nimrod's description, Klein's expression was also somewhat silent, he had guessed this compatriot's ending, earlier he was just a bit hesitant to be sure. After a long while, he nodded and said to Nimrod, "I know, I will try my best not to mention her family members around Lumianna in the future. You seem to understand her state very well, you probably don't need me to nag and make inappropriate arrangements."
"What she needs right now is hope and vent." Nimrod said in a low voice, "I helped him find hope, and as for venting——for a Demoness, slaughter and hunting are the best vent."
"And, she previously read some books related to adventurer themes." Nimrod raised his head, drinking the water in his teacup in one gulp, "So she deeply admires those adventurers who lean more towards the Hunter, and also has a pretty good impression towards you—don't you say so, Mr. Gehrman, the First Hunter."
Hearing Nimrod pierce through the origin of this vest's name, Klein coughed awkwardly, "Stop talking, stop talking——"
"Therefore, what I need to do right now is to guide her to walk on the correct path as much as possible." Nimrod chuckled softly, quietly changing the pronoun to "her", "Killing some pirates to digest the potion can also be considered doing a good deed for this world, the path of the Beyonder world is destined to be eccentric and twisted, only warm flames can anchor us on the human side."
Chapter 233: Red Skull Pirate Crew (Destroyed)
The sea breeze on the ship was quite piercing, and amidst the thick colors, Lumianna's figure detached from them, landing in a dark corner.
She reached out and gently pushed aside the debris around her—the smell of blood and stench intertwined, brewing an extremely intense odor in the depths of the pirate ship, which made the acutely sensitive Lumianna rather uncomfortable. She gently held her breath, turned her body sideways, and hid into the Darkness.
This ship was not particularly large; although it was said to be a large vessel with chimneys and sails, there was only one.
On the boundless sea, a pirate ship like this without a fleet, no matter how large a single vessel might be, was merely a small-to-medium-sized pirate crew.
Not to mention that although the two leaders on this pirate ship possessed Beyonder powers, they were not powerful.
Indeed, Lumianna had judged that she had no way to kill hundreds of people head-on, but if she didn't come from the front—that would be a simple matter.
"What a pity." Lumianna let out a small sigh. "A Demoness of Afflictions can spread fatal viruses, and a Pyromaniac can make a large area burn—if I had these two Beyonder powers, it would be simple, but now I still have to carry out 'assassinations' one by one."
As she spoke, she agilely leaped out from the Darkness, the fallen mercury in her hand piercing into the back of the head of a hurried pirate Sailor, decisively and ruthlessly ending his life.
After finishing all this, she quickly dragged the Sailor into the shadows. Without completely hiding him, she placed a mirror in front of him.
——Mirror magic.
As a Witch, Lumianna had now connected to The World in the Mirror. Although she could not conduct deep communication yet, she was completely able to complete the casting of some black magic with the help of mirrors.
Compared to the simple and crude Hunter, a Witch clearly had much more of an occult temperament.
"These Sailors left behind quite a bit of blood and hair—"
While temporarily turning herself invisible, Lumianna walked toward the other side.
She extended her finger to dip a little of the undried blood on the ground, smeared it onto the mirror in her hand, and continued forward with a smile, chanting a mysterious incantation in her mouth.
Around her, patches of black flames gradually ignited, pouncing out from the shadows like living things, rapidly taking the lives of the Sailors on the lowest deck.
At the same time, she also deduced where the weakest part of this vessel was.
She reached out to touch the wooden hull, and inches of frost rapidly condensed upon it, making certain locations quite fragile.
She let out a gratifying laugh, patiently hiding in the Darkness, and began waiting for the prey to take the bait.
As a former Hunter, she had always been very patient when it came to "hunting."
The captain of the Red Skull pirate ship, "Sea Wolf" Jensen, frowned, always feeling that the ship was swaying somewhat abnormally. He called over a nearby Sailor and instructed him, "Go down and check the condition of the ship to see if some marine life just collided with it."
"Yes, Captain."
Although the Sailor's appearance was less than flattering, his eyes concealed a terrifying ferocity.
Compared to the navy, the discipline of this pirate Sailor was even a bit better.
The navy had ports where they could dock and resupply, but pirates—pirates could only rely on the strictest order to survive on the boundless sea.
Even when plundering, they would display savagery no less than that of beasts, but before the plundering had begun, they could still maintain a—rather good order.
And the source of this order was because on a pirate ship, the captain's authority surpassed even that of deities.
After giving out the instructions, "Sea Wolf" Jensen exhaled a breath and walked into the captain's cabin.
At this moment, the ship's first mate was closely observing the situation on the White Agate before him with a telescope. Watching those passengers panicking as they returned to their rooms, a cruel arc curled up at the corners of his mouth.
"Captain Jensen."
Seeing Jensen walk to his side, the ship's first mate, "One-Eyed" Anderson, also pulled his gaze away from the telescope and said to Jensen, "The White Agate side doesn't seem to have any special circumstances—the Sailors on that ship should have seen us too, and are telling those fellows to go to their rooms for refuge."
"After finishing this job, we should leave this profession." Jensen casually said to "One-Eyed" Anderson, then stood in front of the telescope to observe for himself. Just as his first mate had said, the armed forces on that ship were not particularly strong, consisting only of some Sailors holding firearms and not many cannons.
"When the time comes, kill all the men and sell the women; this will be enough for us to go to the Southern Continent and the islands to become wealthy men!" Anderson smiled cruelly, seemingly already fantasizing about his subsequent life.
Jensen left the telescope and nodded with a cold gaze—after confirming the condition of this ship awaiting plunder, he was also guarding against his own first mate.
Before the plundering, he prepared to use cannons to bombard the vessel for a few rounds. Only after eliminating a certain amount of armed forces would it be the brutal boarding battle—but for Jensen and Anderson, no matter how many subordinates under them died, they wouldn't feel any heartache. On the contrary, since they were already prepared to quit the pirate industry and "wash their hands of the business," the more Sailors died, the better.
Furthermore, if this old partner of his was also gone, no one would be able to split the gains of this plunder with him.
Since he thought this way, Jensen withdrew his gaze from Anderson. He fully believed that in the heart of this old buddy of his, there were probably similar thoughts to his own.
But right at this moment, he felt something was slightly amiss and said with a frown, "Where did that Sailor go?"
"Sailor?" Anderson's tone carried puzzlement. Jensen had given the order to check the bottom of the ship before coming here, so Anderson didn't know.
Jensen didn't answer, only rapidly calculating the time—the time he had spent observing the White Agate just now was long enough. Regardless of whether something had happened at the bottom of the ship, the Sailor he had arranged to go down just now should have come back to report—
"That's not right." After a brief calculation, Jensen blurted out, "There's a problem at the bottom of the ship—we might have encountered a sea monster!"
Right at this moment, a flash of silver light emerged from beside the two of them. The moment Jensen heard the sound of breaking wind, he turned his head and tried his utmost to deflect his body, but he was still cut off—his arm, which he had just used to block, was severed by this silver radiance.
It's a Beyonder! Disregarding the pain of his severed arm, Jensen flashed a ferocious glint in his eyes, pulled out the revolver at his waist with his other hand, and aimed at the attacker pouncing out from the Darkness.
Now was not the time to think about how this person came to be here. Judging purely by the force of that single blade cutting off his arm, Jensen could absolutely determine that the attacker before him was definitely a Beyonder whose strength was at least similar to his own.
The top priority right now was to kill this fellow on the spot and immediately leave this sea area.
Meanwhile, Anderson on the side didn't have such good luck.
His single eye originally still carried a trace of astonishment, but the next moment, his head flew high up, blood splashing and dyeing the attacker's black robe red.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Three fierce gunshots suddenly rang out. The black robe was hit by bullets, thrown high up into the air, and slowly fell down like a large net.
Meanwhile, the figure inside the black robe was holding a silver-black dagger, wearing only tight-fitting trousers and a shirt, with their legs bent, squatting atop the wooden stand of the telescope like a bird.
Jensen's expression was ferocious. The instant he saw this figure, he moved his arm and aimed the muzzle of the revolver at the figure before him.
But the next moment, he saw this woman, who was so pretty she looked sharp, raise the dagger in her hand and hold it before her face at a "slow" speed, blocking one of his eyes.
The silver-black dagger was like a mirror surface, and the dripping drops of fresh blood on it slowly slid down, reflecting a pitch-black color.
Jensen only felt his heart suddenly ache, and the next moment, pitch-black flames flowed outward from inside his body, making him experience extreme pain.
I was clearly about to become a wealthy man—he tried his utmost to raise his head, his lips parting and closing twice.
Until his death, he failed to figure out why this woman wanted to kill him.
The last scene he saw was this woman slowly bending down, picking up the bullet-pierced black robe, and putting it on her body.
Lumianna did not linger. She simply opened her arms, smashed through the window like a flying bird, leaped out of the deck, and her figure completely vanished within the telescope of the distant White Agate.
Accompanied by "clack, clack" sounds, seawater seemed to pour in from the bottom of the Red Skull through the cracked ice layer, causing the large vessel to slowly sink.
"Sea Wolf" Jensen opened his eyes. He took out a monocle radiating gray mist with crimson edges from his bosom, put it on his face, leisurely walked to the helm, and began steering the ship.
"Tell me, should I change my symbol of parasitism? I am now a true Parasite, and no longer need to rely on a monocle to enhance my parasitic abilities."
Nimrod steered the ship toward the direction of the White Agate while speaking as if to himself.
[I think it's possible.]
The figure of the Celestial Worthy emerged on the side. Amidst the shrouding gray mist, His palm seemed to have become somewhat more solid. He casually grabbed a few times in the air, and quite a few translucent "ashes" solidified in His palm, tossing them to Nimrod:
[Why not change it to a pocket watch? A monocle after all belongs to Amon; although we have Sefirah Castle, there are exceptions to everything. If that dear old friend of mine chooses to help Amon to keep us in check—he might just discover the shadow behind Sefirah Castle.]
"Besides." Nimrod crushed that crimson-edged monocle in a cheerful tone, let out a soft laugh, and said to the Celestial Worthy as if chatting with an old friend: "Perhaps I don't even need this kind of thing to enhance the success rate of parasitism—after all, my own symbolism already far exceeds ordinary Beyonders."
He smiled, continuing to control the ship to sail into the distance—Lumianna had very proudly wiped out the pirates on an entire ship. As her "godfather," he naturally had to help her gather the feedback needed to digest the potion.
Elland stared blankly at the scene before him, took the telescope down from his eyes, and whispered: "What on earth happened—"
He had thought that he might parley with the Red Skull pirate crew for a period of time, probing and entangling, before the Red Skull pirate crew might leave after feeling that plundering was hopeless—when he first used the telescope to observe over there, the Red Skull pirate crew was still normal and in the posture of preparing to plunder.
In just tens of minutes, the Red Skull pirate crew was completely wiped out?
The emotions stirred up in Elland's heart were comparable to the raging waves of the Berserk Sea. He opened his mouth, finding it somewhat hard to figure out what kind of enemy the Red Skull pirate crew had encountered to meet such a violent death.
But Elland did not hesitate, instead giving his order: "Do not contact them, we are leaving directly."
"We won't stop at Tiyana Port, we'll go straight to Bayam—tonight we'll stop at Bansi Harbor and report today's encounter to the navy and the Church."
This scene was simply too bizarre, so bizarre that Elland was completely unwilling to stay here any longer, worrying that he too would inexplicably turn into a ship of skeletons.
"Yes!" The Sailor acknowledged, immediately going to convey the captain's orders to the other Sailors.
Elland exhaled a breath. Faint rumors were brought to his ears by the sea breeze: "That ship looks just like it just floated up from the seawater—it's full of dried skeletons, as if it encountered some kind of curse—"
A curse—is it because of this sea area, or because of a certain person? Elland pondered heavily, his mind still filled with the image he had just seen.
A figure wearing a black robe leaped down from the Red Skull and melted into the seawater.
And all the skeleton-like mummified corpses on the ship died suddenly as if at the very moment they were preparing to plunder, even lifelike in maintaining their conditions before death.
This was like triggering some extremely terrifying curse, making one feel horrified and bizarre.
But no matter what, Elland was not prepared to delve deeply into it. After reporting it to the Church, he would quickly end this voyage.
First suffering a pirate raid, and then the pirates who were originally prepared to raid turning into this appearance—this route could no longer be sailed according to the original plan. What needs to be done now is to reach the destination as quickly as possible and return to the relatively safer land.
Only for some reason, Elland always felt his eyelids twitching directly.
"I must hurry to Bansi Harbor to report to the authorities—"
Elland muttered, his eyebrows tightly knitted together.
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#235Chapter 234 "The Arsonist"
Chapter 234 "Pyromaniac"
Swish— — — —
The black robe fell into the water, ultimately swallowed by the deep seawater. Lumianna watched the black robe on her body sink into the whirlpool of the sea, slowly letting out a breath.
"The Witch potion is completely digested— — — —"
Just now, under Nimrod's help, the "work" Lumianna had just created was completely able to fully digest the "Witch" potion that was already on the verge of a breakthrough.
And this also meant that Lumianna, who was in very good condition, was now able to consume the second bottle of Sequence 7 potion—which was the "Pyromaniac" potion.
After becoming a dual-Pathway Sequence 7, Lumianna's combat power would welcome a considerable enhancement.
"Pyromaniac— — — — — — Hunter and Demoness are adjacent Pathways. Why did Godfather ask me to consume both of these Pathways at the same time?
" "
Lumianna muttered silently to herself, outlining some clear thoughts in her mind.
"Adjacent Pathways can transform into each other. The consequences caused by my consuming potions from two Pathways at the same time are merely a slowed digestion speed, rather than the minimum of semi-madness or the maximum of out-of-control consequences generated by jumping between different Pathways— — — — Does this mean that these Pathways themselves can actually be combined into one, just that they are not the smallest unit, which is why they can be separated?"
While thinking, Lumianna quickly took off her clothes that had been completely soaked by the seawater on her body, changing into a dry set of clothes. After finishing all this, she unconcernedly pushed open the door and walked toward Nimrod's room.
Opening the door, Lumianna saw that Nimrod was sitting in the living room, with several iron boxes placed on the table in front of him, as well as the die that had never left his person recently. Lumianna lowered her head and respectfully greeted Nimrod: "Godfather!"
Her tone was filled with genuine emotions; the Nimrod before her was not only her guide into The World of mysticism, but now also her only family.
"Has the Witch potion finished digesting?" Nimrod said gently to Lumianna. Lumianna nodded and replied to him: "Yes, during the process of that ship approaching here, I continuously felt the feedback of digestion. Just now, I felt that the Witch potion has been completely digested. My current state is very good, I feel that I can consume the 'Pyromaniac' potion."
"Rest assured, it has already been prepared for you." Nimrod smiled calmly, using his finger to point at the many iron boxes placed on the desktop. The exteriors of these iron boxes were suffused with a faint layer of gray, looking exceptionally mysterious.
Before Lumianna arrived here, Nimrod had used the Beyonder powers of the "Mendicant Monk" to perform a divination, confirming that Lumianna had already digested the potion and could advance at any time.
Of course, this still contained immense danger. Or rather, for Lumianna, every advancement was extremely painful. Even if it wasn't as terrifying as the potential death at any moment when changing her body's gender previously, it was still much more difficult than a Beyonder who had only consumed a potion from a single Pathway.
Lumianna walked to the door very proficiently and set up a Wall of Spirituality. After finishing all this, she walked back and sat opposite the table.
"Fire Salamander's blood, Magma Pyroxene powder, Red-Crowned Immortal Plant powder, Holy Star Lily dew— — — —"
Nimrod pointed out each item for Lumianna to see. Placed inside the final box was the "Pyromaniac" characteristic obtained from hunting within the Cordu Village dream previously: "And the most important Materials, the 'Pyromaniac' characteristic."
Every time Nimrod spoke the name of an item, the called item seemed to come alive, converging in the air. Under the action of these auxiliary Materials, the "Pyromaniac" characteristic, beating like a heart, slowly melted, ultimately transforming into a yellowish, flame-like liquid.
He beckoned with his hand, and a cup appeared in Nimrod's hand. This flame-like potion fell into the cup, radiating heat outward just like a real flame.
If one looked closely, they could also see bubbles continuously gushing outward from within these liquids, quite resembling the Soria blood wine the few of them had drunk days ago.
Nimrod pushed his hand forward, and this cup of "wine" was delivered into Lumianna's hands. She did not hesitate, merely bringing the glass in her hand close to her lips.
Drank it in one gulp.
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"Hunter" should be like this.
Fire, flames.
Lumianna felt her whole body transform into scorching firewood. Flames gushed outward from inside her body, burning on her skin. This was not a false Illusion, but substantive flames. Her clothes quickly burned to ashes in the flames, followed by her skin turning charred black inch by inch within these flames.
Aside from the scorching heat outside her body, inside was the same.
Pitch-black spiritual body flames illusionary emerged from Lumianna's chest, using her heart as their lair, launching an attack on the surrounding fire with the jealousy of a venomous snake.
Wisps of spiritual body flames and the flames generated on Lumianna's body surface due to consuming the potion entangled with one another. Crackling sounds rang out on her body surface, seemingly the sound of flesh and blood being burned and melted into oil within this flame acting doubly upon the spiritual body and Physical Body, then splashing out.
Her hair was growing coarser at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the next moment it seemed to melt into a clump of blazing flame long hair, flesh and blood merging into one with the flames, seemingly indistinguishable from each other.
Lumianna at this moment had practically become a person wrapped in flames. She was completely naked, even appearing somewhat charred and crisp. Half-black and half-red flames burned and roasted on her body, and it seemed only a step away from complete loss of control.
Nimrod stood a little further away, calmly watching Lumianna who had turned into a fiery figure before him.
Nimrod could of course Steal away Lumianna's pain, reducing the probability of her losing control. But the path of the Beyonder world was destined to be painful and lonely; how far one could advance could ultimately only rely on her own willpower.
Lumian Lee was somewhat in a trance.
At this time, he could no longer feel pain. Scorching "Qi" currents hovered around him, warm as if wrapped in afternoon sunlight.
He looked dazedly at the surrounding emerald-green hillsides, slowly lifting his feet and taking two steps forward. The soles of his feet stepped onto the soft grassland, and the surrounding sunlight seemed even more scorching, causing his thoughts to slowly melt like butter.
Lumian Lee continued walking forward.
The calls of cattle and sheep rang out around him. His friend Raymond drove the cattle and sheep with a bitter expression, but in his eyes there was also hope for the future. Meanwhile, by the swishing waterside, the goose girl Ava leaned softly against the water, her gaze lingering between Lumian and the distance.
Lumian Lee stepped across the stream by the village, the swishing sound of water ringing out beside his feet. The surrounding houses squeezed toward him like a Mother opening her arms.
He stood amidst the squeezing houses, staring blankly at the figure on the roof gazing up at the sky.
— —
That figure draped in heavy golden long hair sat quietly there, looking at the Cosmos with confusion and focus.
"Little brother."
Lumian seemed to hear his sister's voice. He subconsciously took a step forward, but was somewhat timid and didn't dare to continue forward.
"This is not real— — — —"
But, what if it was real?
Lumian felt that a hint of rust taste seemed to overflow between his teeth. He clenched his teeth, desperately curbing his body's instincts.
"Older sister is already dead— — — —"
But, what if those hazy memories from before were the dream?
Lumian's eyes were bloodshot, the gorgeous colors of the flames almost dyeing his pupils red.
"Lumian Lee!"
Just at this moment, Lumian heard his sister's voice. A flash of silver-black luster seemed to sweep across Aurore's face, causing Lumian to widen his eyes instantly.
He gasped, the scorching aura akin to a melting furnace, making him feel a moist water vapor coming from his mouth.
The surrounding sunlight seemed a bit brighter, causing Lumian to involuntarily raise his arm to block his vision.
"Don't stay here, little brother."
He watched his sister flutter down from the roof, pressing down on his shoulders with both hands.
Lumian reflexively lowered his hand, wanting to step back so as not to let his sister be burned by the flames on his body.
But Aurore's fair palms were already pressed onto Lumian's shoulders. The familiar tactile sensation made Lumian's expression slightly twist. He desperately suppressed the pain in his heart, squeezing out half a wisp of sound from his throat: "Don't— — — —"
The black-red flames spread upward along Aurore's hands, allowing her to also melt into the embrace of the flames.
"This place is fake."
Aurore's gaze was as calm and gentle as a lake. The flames climbed onto her face, causing her clean skin to turn charred black bit by bit.
"Little brother. Don't immerse yourself in your memories— — — —"
Lumian stared dazedly at Aurore, seeing her reveal a smile as brilliant as sunlight: "Even if it's for me, live on."
Lumianna violently opened her eyes, the blood color seeming to have seeped into her eyes, dyeing her originally lake-blue eyes, which were like lakes, with a layer of flame red.
She reached out her hand; her slender fingers had now become as charred black as coal. Beneath the dry and cracked skin were streaks of scarlet-red flame cracks, and wisps of pitch-black flames flowed out from within, ultimately fusing together slowly and steadily with the firelight on her body surface.
Black flames ignited on her body. Those pitch-black carbonized shells peeled off piece by piece from her body surface, and the originally melted flesh and blood, like gradually cooling magma, restored its fairness once again.
Sequence 7 "Witch", Sequence 7 "Pyromaniac"!
Now Lumianna had finally walked to the level of Sequence 7 in both Pathways. The scene just now was still echoing before Lumianna's eyes, her vision becoming clear once again, and the knowledge contained within the potion also rudely crashed into her mind.
"Spirituality has gained a huge enhancement— — — — a huge enhancement compared to the 'Provoker', but after combining with the 'Witch', it is already able to compare to some Pathways that specialize in mysticism."
"Danger intuition has also gained a certain enhancement. The current me no longer only produces a sense of induction when a problem is about to erupt; I can also stimulate this aspect of intuition by observing the environment and gathering information— — — — of course, the same goes for when being tracked, allowing me to better utilize anti-tracking techniques."
— —
"And, resistance to flames— — — — although I recovered from the near-death state just now to a certain extent because of the potion's remodeling and modification of the body, if it weren't for my older sister's prompt just now and failing to complete the advancement in time, I would also have been burned to death by my own flames."
"Now I don't have to be afraid of being tied to a stake by people anymore. Hehe, a 'fire-resistant Witch', this really makes one feel ironic."
"And most importantly, the ability to manipulate flames."
Lumianna felt that the manipulation of flames could be simply divided into two types: one was shaping flames into a certain appearance, and the second was releasing flame-type Spells.
The former was probably using flames to create defense, create weapons, and add damage, while the latter were 'preset' Spells such as 'Fire Crow Spell', 'Blazing White Spear', 'Burning Wall of Fire', etc.
The difference between the two was that the latter was far superior to the former in both spirituality consumption and operation speed, and of course there were also flaws—the latter was still too rigid, lacking much ability for temporary changes compared to the former.
"Besides this, the most special ability I currently possess is— — — —"
Lumianna opened her palm, and a small black flame emerged like a ring. The edges of this black color seemed to emit a piercing golden-yellow halo, radiating endless madness and violence.
"Flame of Destruction."
"The 'Witch's' black flames and the 'Hunter's' blazing white flames completed a Fusion within this ability, making the nature of this flame even more frenzied, capable of both melting the Physical Body and burning away the spiritual body. People killed by this clump of flames didn't even have the possibility of becoming evil spirits, directly reverting to the most original spirituality— — — —"
"Just like the knowledge seen in books, the abilities obtained by mixed-Pathway Beyonders are more eerie and terrifying compared to normal-Pathway Beyonders. It's like fusing the terrifying aspects mixed within the two Pathways together, making the Beyonder abilities appear even more extreme— — — —"
Lumianna put away this pitch-black flame, watching Nimrod, who was standing a little further away, toss over a set of clothes, only then noticing that her current clothing had already been completely burned to ashes.
She scratched her head slightly, quickly putting on the clothes on her body while a thought emerged in her heart: "If I had known, I wouldn't have changed clothes earlier— — — —"
"Sit." Nimrod raised his hand to point at the seat in front of Lumianna, casually saying to her: "Tell me about your feelings from the advancement just now. Several times I almost thought you were going to lose control, but I didn't expect you to hold on until the end."
"This is not an easy matter. If there is a next time, I truly doubt whether I will truly lose control."
Hearing Nimrod bring up this matter, Lumianna fell silent for a moment: "I saw my older sister and those fellows in the village just now. I don't know whether that was truly my Illusion or if her Soul truly revived a little."
Chapter 235: Bansi, Opportunity or Trap?
Upon hearing Lumianna's words, Nimrod's gaze fell upon the Fool Seal on her chest. He raised his hand slightly and instructed Lumianna, "Do not resist."
The moment Nimrod's voice fell, a slowly rotating clock seemed to suddenly emerge within his eyes, with transparent worms spinning counterclockwise inside, stained with a hint of bright yellow.
Wisps of gray fog emerged within Lumianna's body. The Worm of Time that Nimrod had parasitized inside her naturally surged toward the Fool Seal on her chest, and a slightly illusory scene immediately appeared before Nimrod's eyes.
That was the scene inside Cordu Village—the Fool had sealed the Soul fragments of the entire village onto Lumianna, and what manifested externally was the thing Lumianna desired most to see.
That was Aurore sitting on the rooftop.
There is no problem—Nimrod withdrew his gaze from within Lumianna's body, and then spoke to her, "Rest assured, your sister's Soul fragments haven't suffered any damage. What you saw just now was probably just your own Illusion."
Hearing Nimrod's words, Lumianna instantly heaved a sigh of relief.
To her, her own affairs could only be considered minor matters, but she absolutely did not want to see her sister's spirit body suffer damage because of her—the mere thought that her "Destruction Flame" possessed the power to burn spirit bodies made Lumianna worry about such a situation arising, and Nimrod's words gave her a shot of reassurance.
"Sit," Nimrod said to Lumianna. "I will try to Steal the boon within your body; this should also lighten the burden on you."
"Alright." Lumianna had no doubts, smoothly sitting down in front of Nimrod and slowly exhaling a breath.
Suddenly, specks of light of the same shape as those in Nimrod's eyes appeared within hers, and the Worm of Time parasitized inside her also formed the shape of a clock, beginning to spin rapidly.
"Tell me about your situation just now."
Nimrod said to Lumianna while maintaining the "Steal" continuing inside her body. Lumianna nodded and began recounting the scene she had just witnessed: "I went back to Cordu Village just now—"
In the process of Lumianna's narration, pieces of ritual Materials emerged around them. These Materials seemed alive, automatically placing themselves in their proper positions, igniting a special "atmosphere" within the room.
Silver-black radiance accumulated bit by bit in Nimrod's hands, forming a cluster of silver-black substance that resembled both a ball of light and solid matter before Lumianna finished recounting what she had seen.
The "Entrusted" boon!
The silver-black liquid slowly poured into Nimrod's palm. He chuckled, and only after those liquids completely vanished did he speak: "Let's go, it's almost time for dinner. We can just ask Captain Elland about his arrangements."
"What the hell?" Danitz listened in shock to the conversation in the corridor outside the room, feeling quite surreal for a moment.
How was it that after sleeping for a bit, he heard about this sea area just swallowing a pirate ship?
How could a curse of this magnitude appear even within the shipping lanes controlled by the Kingdom of Loen—Danitz stared blankly at the wall of the room before him, feeling exceptionally terrified.
Of course, Danitz also clearly knew that this might not necessarily be a curse; it was also possible that some powerful Beyonder had noticed this pirate ship and casually wiped out the lives of all the pirates on board. But regardless of which possibility it was, it did not affect Danitz's current feelings of panic.
If a large number of evil spirits appeared in the same place on the great sea, their spirit bodies were very likely to attract certain terrifying and powerful fellows in the Spirit World, thereby brewing an extremely terrifying and hard-to-detect curse.
Could it be that the Kingdom of Loen had been up to something on the sea again?
Besides that, if what the passengers and Sailors on the ship said was true, then a Beyonder capable of turning a shipful of pirates into withered skeletons without any resistance—
Danitz couldn't help but shiver:
That was at least a demigod-level Beyonder, and demigods often represented danger!
Right at that moment, Danitz saw his door pushed open with a creak. He instantly nearly jumped up like a startled bird, instinctively looking toward the doorway.
It was that terrifying woman who had dragged him along to drink all morning, leaving him unconscious. No, Danitz felt this fellow didn't resemble a woman at all; aside from her inherent feminine charm, both her style of conduct and the boasts she made while drinking were completely masculine.
Moreover, this appearance always reminded him of those country boys from Intis—sufficiently vicious yet not as open-minded as people in the city. Could it be that she really was an Intis person?
Many thoughts flashed through Danitz's mind in just a few seconds, while Lumianna gave him a somewhat strange look and said to him in a low voice, "It's time to eat."
"I'm not hungry," Danitz said instinctively, but the next moment he reacted, a smile rapidly piling onto his face: "—Haha, what a coincidence, I happen to be hungry. Shall we go to the dining room together?"
Upon realizing Lumianna was looking at him, Danitz suspected that if he weren't hungry, he might never have the chance to be hungry again.
I am a hostage right now, a hostage—
Following Lumianna and Nimrod to the dining room, Danitz was somewhat startled to find that four people were already seated at the table Lumianna and Nimrod were walking toward. He immediately used his gaze to question Lumianna, while Lumianna on the side raised her chin: "You go over there."
Holy shit, I don't want to sit with you guys at all! Danitz cursed inwardly, his face instantly beaming with a smile:
"Alright, feel free to call me anytime if you need anything."
Watching Danitz quickly sit down in a spot where he could be seen by Lumianna and Klein, Nimrod sat in his chair with a smile on his lips and spoke to his companions nearby, "What did Captain Elland say?"
He and Lumianna were the last to arrive here. Before that, the others had been here for a while. He figured Klein and the others would have gathered intelligence in advance, so he hadn't deliberately collected any.
"Elland said we will dock at Bansi Harbor tonight."
Klein spoke while maintaining Gehrman's demeanor, "We plan to report the matter of the Red Skulls pirate crew to the Church there, and then head straight to the 'City of Generosity' Bayam."
Bayam was the destination of their operation this time. They planned to purchase a ship there to begin the next phase of the voyage. Of course, before that, they would inevitably have to stay in Bayam for a period of time to find opportunities to digest their potions.
"Bansi Harbor—" Hearing what Klein said, Nimrod pondered for a moment.
Still couldn't escape this business with Bansi Harbor, huh?
To be honest, if only he and Klein were on this ship, Nimrod wouldn't be too worried, but considering Lumianna's situation—Nimrod had to start considering whether this port contaminated by the City of Calamity might experience some danger.
Just at this moment, Danitz on the side chimed in, "Bansi Harbor? There seem to be quite a few bad legends over there."
After uttering these words, Danitz saw the few people in the adjacent seats all cast their gazes at him uniformly, so he quickly covered his mouth, firmly indicating that he wouldn't run his mouth anymore.
Klein tapped the table lightly with his finger and spoke coldly, "Go on."
Alright—Danitz felt somewhat aggrieved for a moment. He had said those words with the intention of boasting, but now he had completely lost the mood to boast, making him feel as though he were giving a learning report of this period to his captain.
Holy shit, why would I associate this bunch of fellows with the captain—Danitz's gaze was somewhat dull as he said, deeply traumatized, "Legend has it that more than three hundred years ago, when Loen's army first occupied this island, over five hundred soldiers mysteriously disappeared after a heavy fog."
"Not long after, many white bones appeared by the seaside and on the mountains. Similar incidents happened several more times, until the Church of Storms built a church here and dispatched a bishop, which finally put a stop to it."
"Moreover, the natives here seem to have a tradition of cannibalism."
"This island is located in a zone of drastic climate changes and frequently encounters earthquakes, storms, and heavy fogs. To survive, they began sacrificing to a self-created 'Weather God' and held ceremonies four times a year."
Speaking up to this point, Danitz's voice involuntarily turned sarcastic, as if he had already forgotten the previous grievance: "Heh, the content of the ceremony is to kill the selected Gods Favored, share his blood and flesh, and bury the head into the sacrificial altar."
"Of course, now this tradition of living sacrifice has been replaced by the sacrificial rites of the Lord of Storms, and the language here has completely vanished."
An island preserving the tradition of living sacrifice—Listening to Danitz's words, Audrey had corresponding sights and scenes emerge in her mind, suddenly feeling a slight chill.
"Precisely because of this, Bansi Harbor now has many unique customs. For example, on nights when the weather changes drastically, tightly close your doors, do not go out, and do not respond to knocking."
Danitz continued. Lumianna interrupted Danitz on the side and said with keen interest, "What would happen if you respond?"
This fellow really loves to stir up trouble—Danitz glanced at Lumianna a bit more and said according to the information he knew, "According to legend, your neck will be twisted off by a Monster, turning you into a Monster with no body and only a head."
A Monster with no body and only a head—Lumianna touched her chin, feeling as though she had heard this description somewhere before.
Meanwhile, Danitz couldn't help but chuckle secretly in his heart, suddenly feeling that the knowledge the captain taught them was still quite useful after all—didn't he just display his wisdom in front of these two Monsters?
But Danitz's good mood completely vanished when Lumianna's inquisitive words fell into his ears: "Then what would happen if a fellow without a head responds?"
"Or rather, if a fellow with only a head, or someone who has undergone modification, violates this rule, will their neck also be snapped?"
Danitz opened his mouth, finding himself at a loss for how to answer for a moment.
Klein on the side took a sip of the aperitif and said to Danitz, "Continue."
Danitz originally felt his face burning hot, but after hearing Klein's voice, he suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of gratitude for the understanding shown by Gehrman Sparrow: "In addition, they also have a fondness for animal blood, having learned from the Elves the technique of adding salt and spices to it, which can make the blood solidify into strange chunks."
Hearing Danitz's words, the few people around the table each wore their own expressions.
Sharon's face showed no obvious surprise, but the emotion in her eyes still indicated curiosity about this kind of food; Audrey's expression was even more vivid, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly.
Klein on the side nearly spat out a mouthful of wine, feeling that this description was precisely the blood curd he loved to eat; while Lumianna fell into a moment of contemplation, once again feeling a sense of déjà vu.
Hadn't her sister also said that her hometown had similar food? Was her past race the "Elf"?
Emelyn White's expression was particularly exaggerated, turning green then red, looking as though he wanted to open his mouth to curse something but didn't know how to start.
Lumianna noticed Emelyn's expression and immediately chuckled inwardly: "For the Sanguine, isn't adding these Materials into the blood they drink a bit too dark—"
In her mind, pale-faced, solemn-faced Sanguine suddenly emerged, holding knives and forks to cut solidified,
and spice-sprinkled blood chunks, a hint of a smile growing on her face.
She felt that the expression of the Sanguine upon seeing blood curd was probably similar to the expression of Trier residents seeing pineapples placed on pizza.
Danitz scratched his head, failing to understand why the expressions of these few adventurers before him had suddenly become so rich, and proactively suggested, "There is a Green Lemon restaurant here that is very famous, and the pig blood is especially delicious. Do you want to—do you want to go try it?"
Legends were after all just legends; this place had been a port for so long, could something really go wrong?
Right at that moment, the sound of dice falling drew the attention of everyone over. The sound of the heavy dice colliding with the wooden table was slightly dull, and the number on it stopped at "18".
Divining? Using dice for divination? Isn't this a bit too overly cautious—Danitz's heart skipped a beat, suddenly generating extremely pessimistic thoughts about his plan to escape.
But right at this moment, Danitz saw that this die seemed to emit a wisp of mist, stubbornly twisting once without any human interference.
Ultimately landing on the number "7".
This indicated that there was a considerable degree of danger within Bansi Harbor.
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#237Chapter 236 Ban Xigang
Chapter 236 Bansi Port
The divination result changed? After seeing this die make a peculiar twist, Danitz suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Although he himself did not know how to divine, thanks to the captain, Danitz had also learned some knowledge of divination. Although he was not quite sure whether a die could actually serve as a medium for divination, the scene before his eyes was clearly not normal.
"Could it be that Bansi Port is in danger?" He mustered his courage and asked tentatively.
Ning Lu Emonsal did not answer Danitz's words, but after a moment of deep thought, he spoke: "How many people are still outside right now?"
A strong wind seemed to have picked up in Bansi Port, blowing the ship back and forth. Sharon fell silent for a moment, and said to Ning Lu Emonsal: "About two to three families of passengers went to the Green Lemon Restaurant. The captain and the first mate went to the telegraph office of Bansi Port."
As a Wraith who had been continuously hunted by the Rose School of Thought, Sharon was quite sensitive to changes in the surrounding headcount and had always intentionally paid attention to who boarded and disembarked from the ship.
"——Good." Under everyone's gazes, Ning Lu Emonsal tossed the die from just now to Lumianna on the side. "Give it a throw and see."
Lumianna had a hint of puzzlement on her face, but she still obediently threw the die onto the table.
The moment it was thrown onto the table, the die wobbled a few times, eventually turning from the number "16" to "9".
Better than my result from just now. Sefirah Castle is confronting the pollution of Bansi Port; this result is basically trustworthy—Ning Lu Emonsal nodded slightly, putting the die back into his pocket: "I am planning to make a trip to Bansi and call back the captain and the others."
"Some kind of abnormal mutation seems to be happening within Bansi. If we continue to stay here, some terrifying things are very likely to happen."
The meaning in Ning Lu Emonsal's words was self-evident: this ship was now also a part of Bansi Port.
"I will go with you as well." Klein took the lead in saying to Ning Lu Emonsal, then furrowed his brows as if thinking: "You can choose to go or not to go on your own. This place is different from the mermen we encountered before; there might be a certain degree of danger."
He was preparing to head to Sefirah Castle to perform a divination when he returned to his room to gather his things, so as to determine the risks of the upcoming actions—compared to Ning Lu Emonsal, Klein was definitely stronger in divination abilities.
No one opposed Klein's words. Whether it was Sharon who had just spoken the intelligence, or Audrey and Emelyn, none of the three of them were prepared to hide on the ship.
If Bansi Port truly had a terrifying mutation, then even hiding on the ship would be of no avail. Instead, for every additional person who entered Bansi, there would be an extra share of strength.
Lumianna had a faint nervousness in her heart, but after seeing the performance of her companions around her, she instead relaxed a bit, and said to Danitz who was sitting by another table: "You stay on the ship."
"Ah?" Danitz said instinctively, but quickly reacted: "Alright."
Danitz roughly understood Lumianna's meaning. Firstly, they didn't trust him to follow along with them; secondly, they were worried that some fear-of-death Sailors might directly sail the ship away after discovering the mutation—then out on the boundless sea, everyone would truly become sitting ducks.
But after thinking about it, he still felt somewhat uneasy, so he opened his mouth and asked Lumianna: "Aren't you afraid that I... aren't you afraid that I'll sail the ship away?"
Lumianna let out a sneer, directly stood up, and left the dining table.
Having shaken off Danitz as half a burden, the atmosphere within the team obviously became much livelier—of course, it could also be said to have become much more eerie.
Walking at the very front was Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a trench coat, holding a dim yellow hurricane lamp in one hand and a hardwood cane in the other; and Lumianna was also very familiarly walking on Klein's right side, with clusters of scorching flames materializing around her.
Behind the two of them, the pale-faced Emelyn had a trace of bloody color radiating in his eyes, while Audrey, wearing a veil, restrained her own sense of presence and cautiously observed her surroundings.
In the middle of Emelyn and Audrey, a faint, flickering figure floated quietly there. Sharon had completely transformed herself into a Wraith, simultaneously observing the conditions in the real world and the Spirit World.
At the very back of the team was the only demigod, Ning Lu Emonsal. He followed the footsteps of the crowd and walked forward without saying a word.
He looked like he was doing nothing, but as he walked forward right now, everything around him that possessed life had temporarily transformed into his Clone, transforming into his eyes.
Although a Parasite could create a limited number of Clones, a temporary parasitism would not occupy that quota. Of course, similar to a Marionettist, after Ning Lu Emonsal's Worm of Time left, these Clones would also lose their own lives.
Parasite, Vampire, Wraith—plus a psychiatric Doctor and two crazy adventurers, this kind of ratio resembled a pack of Monsters gathered together rather than an adventure team.
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Suddenly, Lumianna clenched her right hand, and a blazing white flame floating beside her transformed into a shooting star, instantly plummeting forward and piercing through the Darkness ahead like a long spear.
Everyone's gazes looked over in that direction, seeing a head struck by this flame, yet continuing to approach amidst a slow burning process.
Klein silently switched the Soul shepherded by his creeping hunger to a Priest of Light, preparing to directly use a Purification to take care of this head.
But the next moment, Lumianna's palm suddenly clenched, and the scorching white flame abruptly underwent a qualitative transformation, turning into black in less than half a second.
The edges of this black flame still carried a slight golden hue, looking as though it were suppressing endless madness. And after this flame transformed, that rotting head immediately let out a shrill scream, soon being burned to ashes by this flame.
Lumianna sucked in a breath: "It seems that physical flames have a hard time harming this kind of Monster—"
For some reason, she always felt that after she used this "Flame of Destruction", the surrounding Darkness seemed to gain a bit more sense of peeping. She only hesitated for a moment before immediately speaking: "I feel like something is peeping at me. Do you guys have this feeling?"
Concealing key information at a time like this would often lead to the entire team falling into a crisis!
Ning Lu Emonsal fell silent for a moment, roughly guessing where the gaze attracted by Lumianna came from, and asked the Celestial Worthy in his heart: "City of Calamity?"
At the same time he thought of this name in his heart, grey mist illusoryly manifested around Ning Lu Emonsal. Other than Klein turning his head back with some confusion, none of the others noticed the abnormality here.
[Correct.]
The figure of the Celestial Worthy appeared on the side, saying to Ning Lu Emonsal:
[But it is only a trace of leaked pollution—it seems that my Seal back then was still a bit too hasty, letting both City of Calamity and River of Eternal Darkness leak out a little.]
Speaking of this, the Celestial Worthy felt quite regretful:
[If it hadn't leaked out, then presumably there would truly be True Gods with no hope of advancement trying to support a few True Gods of the mystery Domain—then my resurrection would have been much easier.]
If the River of Eternal Darkness hadn't leaked, then the Evernight Goddess Amanises would have absolutely no way to advance to Outer Deity, and the only way to stop the apocalypse would be to support a True God of the mystery Domain to open the Seal of the Western Continent.
"How do you think Lumianna's state is?" Ning Lu Emonsal asked while continuing to walk forward. The Celestial Worthy pondered for a moment:
[It seems to be "Fate".]
[Her fate has become linked with the City of Calamity, thus attracting the gaze of the City of Calamity—although it is only a sporadic gaze, it is enough to make things related to calamity approach her.]
None of the others felt a similar sense of peeping. Ning Lu Emonsal withdrew his gaze and said to Lumianna: "If any other changes happen, let me know at any time."
"Sharon, you also shouldn't continue peeping at the conditions of the Spirit World, lest you see some things that shouldn't be seen."
"Alright." Lumianna nodded, and replied to Ning Lu Emonsal. Sharon also nodded, considered to have made a response.
Klein on the side pondered for a moment and said: "I will handle these Monsters. For now, do not use your Beyonder abilities."
Klein knew some things related to "Medici", and this Red Angel was precisely the King of Angels of the Hunter Pathway—it was hard for him not to associate the Hunter Pathway with the related abnormalities here.
The few of them once again advanced forward in the Darkness. While Lumianna cautiously removed the white flame, the dim yellow hurricane lamp became the only light source here, making everyone look like a small boat that could capsize at any moment in a stormy night.
After walking a considerable distance, they finally saw bright light. Ahead was the Green Lemon Restaurant that Danitz had mentioned earlier, with light continuously leaking out from the restaurant's windows.
According to the conventions in horror stories, murderous intent and traps should be lurking indoors—Klein's gaze drooped, and holy light materialized in his hand, clearing away a few heads that had approached them.
After finishing all this, Klein walked to the door and raised his hand to knock on it.
No one responded.
It seemed as though everyone inside the restaurant was strictly observing the unique folklore here, with not a single person choosing to respond to the knocking sound in the Darkness.
"I'll do it."
Lumianna said in a low voice. She took a couple of steps of run-up, completely without using her Beyonder abilities, just raised her right leg and fiercely kicked the restaurant's door!
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for an instant. The next moment, the full power of the front kick containing a "Full-Force Strike" completely erupted, and the restaurant's door was like taking a cannonball, transforming into scattered wood chips that crashed into the interior.
A few short screams came over. Lumianna scanned the interior, stepped back two steps, and handed the initiative over to Klein beside her.
Klein glanced at the interior, and said to Clevis and the others who were nervously blocking in front of their employer: "Some problems have appeared in Bansi Port. Are you going to stay here, or return to the ship?"
Donna's father, Uldis Blanche, had originally wanted to subconsciously reject this ruffian's request, but upon seeing the wood chips all around, he trembled slightly, and then forced a calm demeanor to say: "What happened?"
At this moment, he couldn't help but recall what Donna had said earlier about "there are Zombies outside", and murmurs couldn't help rising in his heart.
Klein did not answer, only gently waved his left hand, allowing the holy light to enshroud everyone present, letting the effect of raising courage fall on the few guests who had disembarked: "Stay here, or return to the ship?"
Clevis fell silent for a moment, and answered Gehrman Sparrow's words on behalf of his employer: "Go back together with you."
This was not only because the number and strength of the opposite side far exceeded his own, but even more so because Clevis, after feeling that holy light, suddenly realized one point:
It was too quiet here.
It was so quiet that even though the door was kicked into pieces and powder by a single kick from Lumianna, the diners and the boss here showed neither panic nor anger!
This was definitely not normal!
"You have made a correct choice." Lumianna said to Clevis with a smile, a bit of teasing appearing in her tone: "Where are the other few passengers on the ship and Captain Elland? Are they here or not?"
"The Dimeldo family is planning to stay here for a night, and Captain Elland went to the telegraph office." Uldis Blanche chose to cooperate as well after seeing the eye signal from his own bodyguard, and he also gradually came to his senses: "Should we call them down too?"
Lumianna did not respond, instead looking at the restaurant boss standing opposite gripping a revolver, expressing admiration for the restaurant boss's unruffled attitude in the face of change.
To respond to this admiration, an extremely compressed fireball abruptly materialized in Lumianna's hand.
"——There is also a family of outlanders upstairs."
Facing the fireball, the obviously abnormal boss still yielded, but his gaze carried an abnormal fanaticism, staring fixedly at Lumianna: "I will take you to find them."
Klein saw the problem with the boss, extremely nimbly drew his revolver, and proficiently negotiated with the boss: "Let them come down."
Klein and the boss stood in a stalemate for a while. After Klein's revolver aimed at the boss's head, the Dimeldo family was finally called down, quickly making a judgment to choose to head to the telegraph office together with them.
The few of them cautiously withdrew from the restaurant. During this process, the many locals inside the restaurant still locked their gazes tightly onto Lumianna.
Until the Green Lemon Restaurant completely vanished from everyone's eyes, Lumianna couldn't help but ask in her heart: "Godfather, what kind of situation has happened here?"
In Lumianna's view, Ning Lu Emonsal might know some things about this place.
"They have been 'conquered', and their concepts and thoughts have undergone a certain change and bias."
Ning Lu Emonsal added without avoidance: "Conquered by the origins of the 'Hunter' and the 'Demoness'."