Chapter 301: Heavenly Disaster on the Sea

Such strong vitality—if it were me, I would die outright or go into a loss‑of‑control state, right? Lei Keton silently watches this scene from high above.

"Sea King" Yaen·Kaoteman's every released attack is within his prediction; he always can find the most suitable, simplest, effective way to evade danger.

All your actions are within my prediction; this is the "Prophet"!

Lei Keton ponders internally, steps forward, and solidified light specks float beneath his feet, supporting his body.

While dodging the Sea King's increasingly dense, ever‑stronger attacks, he gathers light, turning it into a scorching, blinding beam that strikes Maihamus's right eye.

Entangled by the Sea King's successive attacks, Maihamus is powerless to evade; his right eye is directly bathed in the scorching beam.

"Ah!"

His lips part again, emitting a heart‑rending, gut‑wrenching scream.

The sound is sharp, piercing the spirit, laced with a vengeful curse, echoing across the sea; even the air and water seem tainted, their colors dimming slightly.

The Sea King's successive attacks pause for a moment.

The storm path is not adept at handling curses, yet they are extraordinary beings skilled at manipulating sound.

The next instant, discordant, unpleasant singing reverberates over the sea, like a beast's howl—rhythmless, meaningless, merely a raw venting of emotion.

This sound contains a spiritual "communication"; it can only lessen the effect, not completely block it.

Lei Keton is surrounded by floating star fragments, like a dense sponge tightly enveloping him.

This star‑light sponge quivers amid Maihamus's shrieks and the Sea King's song, shattering and instantly reconstituting.

At the core of the layered starlight, Lei Keton clutches his ear helplessly, muttering through clenched teeth:

"Damn, the Ancient Sun God's taste when selecting the Wind Angel was terrible; even elves can't save these tone‑deaf storm brutes!"

Above the gray mist, Kelaien watches this scene through Lei Keton's prayerful light point.

At this moment, he also furrows his brows, a hand loosely pressing his own ear.

Though this space above the gray mist can block influence, it cannot stop the Sea King's voice—loud and grating; even with the effect filtered, it remains painful to hear.

Lightning? Storm? Frost? Don't just hit the high notes! The marine life in this sea will be sung to death by you.

Kelaien mutters a sarcastic remark in his mind, then picks up the crown on the table ahead, stained with rust and blood.

He reaches out, summons a pre‑cut paper figure from the corner, then leverages the gray mist's power to fling it outward.

The paper figure quickly twists and expands in midair, igniting crimson flames, finally transforming into a towering angel bearing twelve pairs of scarlet wings and clad in blood‑red armor.

Under Kelaien's mental control, the paper‑angel flutters its layered wings, swiftly merging into the deep‑red radiance, enveloping Lei Keton and overlapping with him.

In the high sky, dense gray mist suddenly surges before Lei Keton; an angel bearing twelve pairs of flame wings flies out of the tide‑like deep red light, approaches him, and wraps him in layered fiery wings.

The thick gray mist and towering angel in his view quickly dissipate; everything returns to normal.

Lei Keton feels the incessant screeching and singing at his ears are no longer so piercing; their influence on him has silently shifted elsewhere.

Though their voices remain grating, Lei Keton sighs in relief and, in a good mood, mutters a sarcastic line.

He immediately spreads his arms; the surrounding starlight quickly dissipates, and intense radiance gathers before him.

A massive pure light sphere, entwined with countless sacred flames, materializes in the air; as Lei Keton continuously infuses it with spirit, the sphere rapidly expands, resembling a miniature sun.

The dazzling brilliance affects the Sea King and Maihamus below, who are attempting to influence each other with shrieks and song; they almost simultaneously cease their howls and screeches.

The next instant, a roar erupts from the sea beneath Maihamus, the massive impact lifting him up.

Boom! Boom!

Layered sound blasts erupt, mixed with the whimper of the wind domain; the Sea King deftly controls the direction and force of the blasts, hurling Maihamus into the sky.

Lei Keton squints slightly, cooperatively hurling the miniature sun before him toward Maihamus's repeatedly tossed body.

A silvery‑white electric flash with a paralyzing effect flashes up from beneath the sea, landing precisely on Maihamus, leaving countless tiny electric serpents and a hissing of crawling currents.

The next moment, the dazzling sun descends from the heights, enveloping him, instantly igniting his flesh and melting his body.

Within the blazing white, even sound is devoured; there is no trace of Maihamus.

Lei Keton lifts the corner of his mouth, casually grasping in midair an invisible thing, draping it over himself.

This is "The Emperor's New Clothes", allowing him to briefly enter a non‑existent state.

Huh? A towering figure that just rose from the sea looks puzzled toward Lei Keton, a flash of doubt and incomprehension in its azure eyes.

The freshly restored Yaen·Kaoteman, no longer in an incomplete mythic form, is now naked, revealing his clearly defined musculature.

His deep‑blue hair is twice as thick as a normal person's, resembling tiny worms or tentacles, loosely draped, conveniently covering his vital areas.

In the next instant, a wave of intense unease sweeps over; Lei Keton and Yaen·Kaoteman simultaneously fix their gaze on the dazzling white sun high above.

Suddenly, a massive, twisted, grotesque arm erupts, its palm clutching a near‑mummified humanoid figure.

The arm's surface is slick with black, viscous, alien fluid; even the blazing miniature sun cannot fully vaporize these foul liquids.

An extreme sense of evil and madness spreads rapidly, the surrounding spirit undergoing mutations, forming layer upon layer of barriers that hinder and bind their movements.

Lei Keton, relying on the mysterious re‑creation of "The Emperor's New Clothes", briefly evades the massive arm's impact, his figure swiftly retreating, creating a long distance.

". Seea!"

The Sea King Yaen·Kaoteman spits out a name.

Instantly, his hair wildly flares, with arcs of electricity dancing upon it.

Violent wind collides with air, producing an explosive roar; a terrifying, visible hurricane spirals and coils, the airflow whirls rapidly, and an unrestrained tornado suddenly erupts from the ground.

Yaen·Kaoteman's body is carried upward by the tornado, heavy clouds quickly forming, overturning the daylight Lei Keton created.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Streams of silvery‑white electric serpents dart out, bearing a tangible, tyrannical destructive aura, raining down densely upon the massive arm encircled by the tornado and the desiccated humanoid it grasps.

The surrounding spirit, affected by the demonic aura, solidifies considerably, as if becoming shackles for the extraordinary beings.

The Sea King's thunder forest exhibits a sluggishness, as if an overly ancient, malfunctioning mechanism.

The blazing white miniature sun in the sky has been fully dissipated; the massive arm continuously oozes black, viscous, alien liquid.

From these fluids sprout pale skull heads, eyes with prominent vessels, tongues bearing sharp fangs, and a myriad of bizarre, misshapen forms.

Aberration and madness spread rapidly in this space; the howling tornado became somewhat stagnant, the incessantly striking lightning twisted and fell erratically, yet a great many bolts still struck the target.

Boom! Boom!

Two bucket‑thick bolts of lightning suddenly surged, bearing a destructive aura, gathering the power of all the lightning in the clouds and striking down.

The lightning fell straight onto that huge, aberrant arm.

It splashed out copious black, viscous fluid, scattering sparks and even leaving a faint scorch mark, which was quickly enveloped by the surrounding exuded black viscous fluid and healed instantly.

The arm paused briefly, then withdrew back into the spirit realm, clutching the withered humanoid it had squeezed in its palm.

"Hmph! Rose School. Knowledge Church"

Yaen Kaoteman looked around, and after finding no one in the vicinity, let out a cold snort.

Then he lifted his gaze upward, staring at the heavy clouds that were beginning to disperse.

"... the lightning just now... who dares to claim the authority of the storm?"

A whoosh of wind rose, swiftly blowing away the heavy clouds in the sky, revealing a clear night sky.

The daylight‑bright light that once filled the sky had vanished unknown when, replaced by a half‑arc of Crimson Moon.

Crimson moonlight spilled onto the sea, where many fish with white bellies flipped; most had bulging eyes, shattered limbs, and numerous bite marks, and a faint scarlet sheen rose on the water's surface.

(End of Chapter)