Chapter 273: Frequent Lightning

After moving out of the devil's control over emotions and desires, Lei Kedun finally stopped his upward motion, his gaze stretching far as he looked toward the Golden Dream, which was accelerating away from this sea area.

Although I cannot discern the true and false of the two Death Notices without establishing a mystic link, the Fool of the Gray Mist can.

As soon as the thought surfaced in his mind, he immediately began chanting the Fool's revered name:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious sovereign above the Gray Mist, the Yellow-Black King who holds good fortune."

"I pray to you;

I seek your gaze, I seek the power to change the weather."

On the White Agate, Ke Lai En suddenly heard layers of overlapping prayers echoing at his ears, vague and fleeting, indistinct, but he could roughly tell it was a young man.

"Little sun or moon? Or perhaps Al has already started fighting the one above the blood?"

He muttered something to himself and got up to enter the washroom.

After bolting the washroom door behind him, he set up a spiritual Dao wall around it to block any possible peeking by Thus line: Daniz and Tu Ba Ge, then he swiftly stepped back four paces to the Gray Mist above.

He saw the deep red star representing the White Tower flicker, and immediately its spirit spread, touching that deep red star.

The crimson light surged like a tide, rapidly coalescing into a scene:

Lei Kedun, surrounded by fragments of starlight, moved at high speed through the air, and one long spear after another, wreathed in golden flame, shot out beside him, pulling him away from the massive demon behind.

Below lay a vast ocean, with only a single ship reflecting golden light under the sun, sailing away from this side.

Ke Lai En fixed his gaze beneath the sea surface; in his view, the depths of that sea region were roiled by a blackness full of filth and decay.

"Is this entire area within the Death Notice's sphere of influence?"

Ke Lai En murmured, directing his attention to the sea surface below, trying to locate the true position of the Death Notice.

The densest black appears in two spots, but it's impossible to tell which is primary—or perhaps both could be the main body?

Ke Lai En frowned slightly; in that case, he had no way forward.

Suddenly, he sensed a gaze, as if the other side were searching for something; following his intuition, he fixed his eyes on a sea area beneath the Golden Dream.

The Death Notice detected my gaze from above the Gray Mist, it sought the source of that gaze, but apparently failed to find it.

It seems the rumors may be true; between the Undying King and the Death Notice, perhaps the Death Notice is the dominant side.

While pondering, he picked up the strange crown on the table, covered in rust and blood, waved his hand, and summoned a paper figure from a nearby pile of junk,

He leveraged a bit of the Gray Mist's spatial power, flung the paper figure out, which transformed into a tall angel bearing twelve pairs of flame wings and clad in crimson armor, merging into the deep red star representing Lei Kedun.

At the same time, he tightly grasped the strange crown, and once Lei Kedun selected a battlefield, he would use its conqueror attribute to alter the weather and create a suitable arena.

While Lei Kedun was tugging with A Jialitu behind him, a dense gray‑white mist surged before his eyes; realizing Ke Lai En had responded, he gently rubbed his fingers and invoked a spell he had prepared earlier.

An invisible curtain fell, and his figure and aura suddenly vanished from the surroundings.

The fully demonized A Jialitu cautiously halted his pursuit; the massive curved goat horns on his head flickered with an eerie light.

Vivid colors appeared on them, showing flames burning, and the crimson‑and‑pale‑blue fire swirling around his body began to pulse with a strange rhythm.

The power of emotions and desires spread around, and every creature within the range would inevitably enter a hallucinatory state.

Isolated by secrecy, Lei Kedun saw in his eyes a towering angel bearing twelve pairs of flame wings and clad in crimson armor; the angel's flaming wings enveloped him layer by layer.

In an instant, Lei Kedun felt his condition improve markedly; the restless emotions and desires that had been temporarily suppressed by reason were transplanted to an unknown place.

"The split entities of the Death Notice have no hierarchy; the fragment bearing its autonomous consciousness is on the Golden Dream side."

There is no hierarchy; this is a unique ability of the Death Notice's babbler trait, which surprisingly did not vanish after becoming a sealed object.

While pondering, Lei Kedun employed a mysterious reenactment of "The Emperor's New Clothes" on himself, turning into something that does not exist at all.

He then lifted his secrecy, exposing himself to A Jialitu's influence range, yet remained unaffected and smiled at the Undying King.

He raised his hand, opened a "door" in the air, and his figure swiftly slipped inside.

The next moment, a pale blue fireball emitting a strong sulfur smell swept majestically across the spot where Lei Kedun had just appeared, stirring not a ripple.

On the deck of the Golden Dream, a wave of pale blue light rose, and a "door" opened.

This was a coordinate he had previously reserved on the Golden Dream; within a certain range, he could freely activate the coordinate, open a "door," and instantly teleport himself there.

Lei Kedun swiftly flew out from the other side of the "door," and reminded Ai Dewenna:

"The Death Notice is beneath the sea surface; be careful of attacks."

Then, surrounded by scattered starlight, he quickly rose into the sky, once again chanting the Fool's revered name, expressing his need for thunderstorm weather.

This time Ke Lai En responded swiftly; as his altitude rose, the previously clear sky quickly grew overcast.

Dark clouds gradually enveloped the entire sea surface.

Boom—

As a lightning bolt streaked across, thunder cracked in the sky, and light drizzle began to fall.

Lei Kedun reached out in midair, and a long spear rapidly formed in his hand.

The spear's tip bore mysterious symbols, its shaft resembled a branch; this was the guaranteed‑hit spear "Kangernier", condensed from a mysterious reenactment.

He fixed his gaze on the sea surface, a violet light flashing in his eyes, and swiftly locked onto the hidden Death Notice beneath the water.

The Death Notice could not breach the paper‑angel's protection to connect with him, and thus could not exert influence.

The next moment, he hurled the "Kangernier" from his hand.

A bright streak, like a lightning bolt, appeared in the sky and plunged into the sea.

Beneath the sea, a shadow and a streak of light seemed to dart rapidly.

Illusory, fleeting babble suddenly rang across this sea region, and even Lei Kedun, high in the sky, felt his head grow heavy.

On the Golden Dream, strange runes lit up one after another, then faded.

All crew members fell into an inevitable hallucinatory state, and the emotions and desires in their hearts began to sprout.

A sacred, bright, pure, warm light descended from the heavens, instantly enveloping the entire Golden Dream and pulling everyone out of the hallucinatory state.

Outside the captain's cabin, Ai Dewenna's eyes shimmered with pale blue light.

"Purify!" she whispered in draconic speech.

A strand of light blue like water, speckled with sparkling radiance, centered on her, rapidly spread outward.

On the hull of the Golden Dream, strange-patterned inscriptions flashed repeatedly, encircling the azure light on the ship and continually undulating.

Again and again, it cleansed the crew's surging emotions and desires.

On the sea surface, in an instant, various emotions and desires condensed into illusory, viscous black liquid that rose up.

These liquids seemed to be the embodiment of the darkest, most shameful desires lurking in the human heart, spreading with a contaminating posture, surging toward the Golden Dream.

Zizzle!

A brilliant, blinding bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, like a spear hurled from the clouds, piercing straight into the sea surface.

The viscous black liquid on the sea surface stalled for a moment, then surged upward repeatedly, crackling with electric light.

In two or three seconds, a gigantic sailboat composed of pitch-black viscous liquid rose from the sea surface, filled with the murmuring of depravity and corruption, echoing across this sea area.

Leiketon, floating in the high sky, withdrew his throwing gesture; a faint gold hue spread over his body, isolating most of the murmuring's influence.

He then reached out, making a grasping motion in the air as if to pull; sheets of pale yellow paper fell from the Spirit World, drifting beside Leiketon.

He casually scattered a handful of iron-black powder, and the surrounding pale yellow papers quickly took on a metallic state.

The lightning within the dark clouds above the sky flickered more frequently, almost continuously, bathing this sea area in a pallid, brilliant light.

Leiketon slightly closed his eyes, raising his half-open hands, and his own spiritual essence diffused outward.

A gust of whirlwind swept past, lifting the powder ground from some kind of wood on Leiketon's body into the air.

The lightning in the clouds above seemed to be drawn by some unknown force, falling one after another, increasing in number and density.

In the air, rings formed by crackling lightning rang out with a crackle.

The next moment, he opened his eyes again; azure light entwined around him, mutually reflecting with the incessantly flashing lightning around, appearing both sacred and perilous.

"Operating a railgun with bare hands—this path is still more adept for the Generalist."

His muttering was drowned by the surrounding lightning; even Kelaien, watching this scene from above the gray mist, couldn't hear it clearly.

Immediately, he forcefully pulled down his half-raised hands.

The surrounding sheets of metallic pale yellow paper, carrying dancing arcs, were drawn downward by an invisible force from high above, then accelerated by the powerful electromagnetic field formed from the constrained lightning.

Transforming into flashes of lightning that struck down indiscriminately, they hit the 'Deathbringer' below, which was coated in the pitch-black viscous liquid.

Each bolt of lightning was a railgun shot.

The mighty attack was largely absorbed by the illusory, viscous black liquid on the 'Deathbringer', but its immense impact still prevented the 'Deathbringer' from advancing further, even showing signs of capsizing.

(End of chapter)