Chapter 339: The Damo Statue (Please Subscribe)

The moment the "Damo Statue" appeared, every Extraordinary present felt their scalp tingle, as if they were being stared at by some ferocious beast.

Aaron gazed at the statue and discovered it was crafted from an unknown material, constantly emitting a dim, cyan light.

What it depicted was an indescribable monster; it looked somewhat like a human, somewhat like an octopus, a manta ray...

Normal people could not describe its specific form, only able to describe parts of it like blind men touching an elephant.

For instance, the countless appendages around it, tentacles like those of an octopus, some covered in scales, others covered in suckers, eyeballs...

Even the most famous naturalists of this era could hardly explain the structure of these various strange limbs and organs; they seemed to exceed the limitations of this world, while also containing the ultimate mysteries of science and the Mysterious...

Ms. Jiade's face was filled with horror.

If the "Shipwrecked Place" could be contained so easily, why would they need to enter into a Contract with it and offer the "Dreams" of living people as a sacrifice?

However, no matter how unbelievable it seemed, this scene was ultimately happening right before their eyes.

"10,000 Turner!"

"12,000 Turner, you are playing with fire!" the middle-aged agent warned gloomily.

Aaron merely sneered, slightly releasing the status of the "Spirit of Falsehood."

Over a dozen male and female attendants spoke in unison, their eyes staring blankly at Aaron.

"Haha... you are joking with your own life; the Fourth Primordial Substance cannot satisfy the extraction of this auction house... unless you brought enough 'Dreams,' but that is also impossible. Aside from Invis, no one can openly collect such a quantity of 'Dreams'!"

"Lying!" an Extraordinary participating in the auction sneered: "Invis is currently pushing to bring out the True God Church, and a large number of secret Cults are gathering at Plymouth. They are too busy calling people for Protection to spare anyone; which 'Crown' would dare to abandon their post? You wouldn't want to destroy this Magical Item either, so the remaining patients can naturally only be abandoned!"

"If Plymouth wasn't already unable to spare any manpower, how could they only send a few agents for such an important matter?"

The worst outcome of this matter would only be the Kingdom losing one "Angel-level" Magical Item!

Aaron stared at the middle-aged agent, seemingly asking casually.

Judging by the fact that just a few thousand Turner nearly cost a Non-human Existence its life, such a high price was clearly not something an ordinary Extraordinary, or even a secret society, could afford.

Furthermore, it strictly followed the rules of the transaction.

As the crack expanded, a pitch-black wind blew out from within.

Whether it was Ms. Jiade or the Invis agents, seeing him calmly pick up the "Damo" statue, they all wore expressions as if they were about to break down, finding it completely unbelievable.

"13,000 Turner, you still haven't answered my question." Aaron was very calm.

The Invis agents were the same.

And the Kingdom was quite aware of the situation at the "Shipwrecked Place"; it belonged to the Dream of a powerful creature and could not be resisted by other Extraordinaries at all.

Ms. Jiade wore a smirk, looking like she was watching a good show.

Because it was also the work that a certain Age-Keeper was most satisfied with!

"I bid 11,000 Turner, no need to rush, take your time!"

Thinking of this, his expression became calm again, wearing a look of waiting to see how Aaron would die.

This had already exceeded his limit!

Extraordinaries with higher inspiration, like Aaron, could even use it to channel a certain terrifying existence in the deep sea.

That was a black shadow located in the deep sea, blotting out the sky and sun!

Crack!

"Oh, then how does the Kingdom plan to handle the aftermath, especially for those people in the dream?"

After all, this was just a dream, a special Dream!

"10,000 Turner?"

But he just smiled lightly, and the "Spirit of Falsehood" flowed with a trace of "Secret Source Power," performing a Purification.

Therefore, as long as enough "Dreams" were brought, it would be very safe.

Snap!

The auction gavel fell, and the tray holding the strange statue was placed in front of Aaron.

The shallow human mind could not understand the greatness of such a creation at all.

Wherever the black wind passed, whether it was shipwrecks, seawater, buildings, or other people or objects, everything, absolutely everything, vanished as if a soap bubble had been pricked.

Cracks emerged from the void, spreading outward with him as the center.

"What do you want to do?" The middle-aged agent did not answer, but instead had a bad premonition, looking at the auction stage: "Why don't you hurry up and announce the transaction is complete?"

At this moment, the slow-to-react Extraordinaries finally exclaimed one after another: "Should I say... it is worthy of being a price equivalent to a great disaster?"

"The dream of this city... is collapsing?"

The moment the gavel sounded, Aaron immediately felt a connection in terms of Occultism, about to form a Contract, to harvest his Spirituality, as well as something even more inexplicable.

Immediately, whatever Contract, whatever harvesting... all vanished without a trace.

After all, the task of auctioning off the finale item and preventing the disaster from continuing to expand had already been completed.

What was even more unbelievable was this city, or rather—the "Shipwrecked Place" auction house!

Seeing the agent's expression and the gavel about to fall, Aaron instead leaned back against the chair, even less in a hurry.

"I want to ask, after taking away this auction item, can the 'Nightmare' patients of Xiaduoen recover?"

"Of course it is to lift the blockade, treat the personnel in a unified manner, and mobilize the various Crowns to come and save people..." the middle-aged agent answered as a matter of course.

Although their level of Primordial Substance was not high, they carried the "Dreams" of many people, enough to serve as "compensation."

"Shipwrecked Place? The Dream of a powerful creature? Heh..."

Crack!

"Sold!"

"..." The middle-aged agent's words seemed to be stuck directly in his throat, unable to be spoken at all.

"Heh... of course not!" Ms. Jiade sneered: "They were infected due to the 'Law'; unless this statue is destroyed, or another 'Crown' is invited to take action, there is no possibility of recovery at all."

The agents of the Military Intelligence Department seemed to heave a collective sigh of relief.

"You... have broken the agreement!"

"What are you doing?" That agent had a truly exasperated expression for the first time.

The surrounding environment became even gloomier, as if they had arrived at the bottom of the deep sea!

A terrifying pressure instantly descended upon Aaron!

The "Shipwrecked Place" has awakened and will punish the oath-breaker!

All the Extraordinary trembled in their hearts, as if they had seen the apocalypse about to descend.

The other participants, for reasons unknown, directly exposed the bottom line of the Invis side.

"So that's how it is." Aaron nodded: "Then I want this final auction item... 20,000 Turner!"

At this moment, Aaron thought of the little girl Laya who had waved at him, and suddenly asked.

When the dream wakes, the Natural Sciences are left with nothing.

From within the endlessly deep seabed, a roar suddenly rang out.

A large number of sea beasts, larger in size than sperm whales, trembled one after another, not knowing who had angered that King of Deep Sea Terror!

(End of this chapter)