Chapter 534: Assistance

He fell silent for two seconds, then Helmo Xiu Yin shifted his gaze to Ke Lai En and, with a hint of a smile, said:

"Your Highness, I must take my leave; this body's lifespan has reached its end."

"Hmm." Ke Lai En, maintaining Ge Er Man Sparo's expressionless face, gave a light nod and a hum.

Halfway through turning his body, Helmo Xiu Yin suddenly twisted aside, turned back toward Ke Lai En and said:

"In the Yellow Light prophecy, the Great Ruler above the Spirit Realm is one of the variables of the End Times, and meeting you now, as the End approaches, has strengthened my conviction about certain aspects of your identity."

"Although I cannot be sure whether you truly are the Great Ruler above the Spirit Realm, the quality I sense in you compels me to extend friendship and make a certain investment."

"Our Spirit Realm Seven Lights are, in a sense, embodiments of Spirit Realm information, naturally subordinate to the Great Ruler above the Spirit Realm; Your Highness, you can trust us completely."

"Cough— cough—"

Ke Lai En was silent for a second, then said:

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Xi Laliang."

Helmo Xiu Yin gave a slight nod, said nothing more, and walked heavily toward the stairwell at the side of the corridor.

Only after his figure vanished from sight did Ke Lai En close the door, glance at the Prophet Clone who had returned to the small round table, and, looking thoughtful, said:

"Since the incident with General Ai Mi Liu Si, I've been cautiously watching the Mother Tree; I even used the chance of role‑playing to change identities and hide for a while. Yet Orange Light Xi Laliang specifically warned me to beware the Mother Tree, and I feel the matter isn't that simple."

"He was previously controlled by members of the Rose Sect, which venerates the Mother Tree; could he have learned something?"

The Prophet Clone leaned half on the wooden chair, half‑gripping a ceramic coffee cup with his right hand, his index finger lightly tapping the rim as he said, "Most likely, just as Helmo Xiu Yin mentioned, I can obtain the Second-Generation Differential Machine manuscript from him after he returns to the Spirit Realm; there's no need for Yellow Light Wei Ni Tan to have me fetch it now."

Ke Lai En's expression suddenly grew solemn. The fact that Yellow Light Wei Ni Tan summoned Al's clone indicates his certainty that relying on his own abilities alone cannot safely survive this assault.

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly thought of something and, curiously, turned his head toward the Prophet Clone, saying:

"Aren't you the 'Prophet'? What can you foretell?"

The Prophet Clone shrugged, "The 'Other Species' path also possesses anti‑divination and anti‑prophecy abilities; such positional interference renders me unable to detect anything."

"I made a prophecy before arriving; I sensed danger, yet I could see no further information."

"But my presence in Baiyam itself is dangerous; given the Storm's volatile nature, once it notices me, divine retribution will be relentless."

He paused, then, as if discerning Ke Lai En's thoughts, said:

"Escaping now would be too late; the road ahead is only more perilous, and Spirit Realm traversal can be interfered with. Better stay here— the Storm Church has bolstered its presence in Baiyam, and we can draw them in if needed."

"You're truly adept," Ke Lai En's mouth twitched slightly, paused, then curiously asked, "By the way, why do you enjoy trapping the Storm Church so much?"

"At sea, the Storm Church is the most dominant, and the extraordinary ones of the Storm path are easily provoked," the Prophet Clone said, spreading his hands in a helpless manner.

"You're right," Ke Lai En murmured softly, neither confirming nor denying.

He then trudged heavily to the desk against the wall, picked up the pen on the surface, and began drafting a letter to Azke.

He briefly recounted his encounter with Orange Light Xi Laliang, emphasizing the warning to beware the Mother Tree and his own conjectures.

After setting the pen down, he retrieved Azke's bronze whistle from his coat, brought it to his lips, and tore the letter page from his notebook.

On the hotel room floor, bones erupted like a fountain, assembling in mid‑air into a towering bone messenger.

Ke Lai En folded the freshly torn letter, handed it over; the bone messenger, after receiving it, instantly crumbled into a pile of bones that rushed into the Spirit Realm.

"Why does it seem to be fleeing?" Ke Lai En asked the Prophet Clone, who sat idly beside him.

"Perhaps my earlier gaze was too reckless, frightening the messenger gentleman," the Prophet Clone said softly, looking toward where the bone messenger vanished.

Ke Lai En nodded, said nothing further, and hurried to produce the adventurer's harmonica he uses to summon Miss Messenger, giving it a blow.

Silently, golden‑haired, red‑eyed Renite Dinikorel, bearing four heads, entered the room.

The Prophet Clone and Miss Messenger, each holding four heads with eight eyes, locked gazes for a moment before shifting their eyes away awkwardly.

Renite Dinikorel looked around, then faced Ke Lai En, speaking in fragments:

"No." "Letter."

Ke Lai En forced a smile, pulled a gold coin from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "I'm not sending a letter this time; I have something to discuss, and this is the summoning fee."

One of Renite Dinikorel's heads lunged forward, snapped the coin in its jaws, while the two previously silent heads spoke:

"What." "Matter."

Ke Lai En tried to appear more sincere, saying:

"I may soon face danger from the Rose Sect; I hope to summon you for assistance then— may I?"

Renite Dinikorel's four heads swiveled in unison toward the Prophet Clone half‑reclined on the wooden chair, their scarlet pupils rotating as they said:

"He is... 'Demigod'... 'Why'... 'Seek me'... 'I am also wanted by the Storm Church; if I openly clash with humans on the Rosde Archipelago, the Storm's divine punishment could strike at any time.'"

Renite Dinikorel's eight eyes circled within their sockets, as if accepting the explanation; her four heads then spoke in order:

"Possible." "Pay." "Ten thousand" "gold coins."

Ten thousand! That's ten thousand pounds!

Ke Lai En opened his mouth, his teeth aching, and said, "I don't have that much money right now."

"You can pay in installments."

Ke Lai En tilted his head slightly, glanced at the Prophet Clone still sipping coffee, his gaze bearing a hint of reproach—'Miss Messenger, is this what you learned from you?' The Prophet Clone shrugged and, before Ke Lai En could nod, said:

"The Rose Sect will have saints, even angels, arrive; we can use this chance to help you hunt one or two saints and retrieve parts of your body."

Renite Dinikorel's four heads and eight eyes fixed on him, scarlet pupils reflecting a materialized suppressed desire; her aura suddenly became intensely oppressive.

The state lasted less than two seconds; she then reined in her presence, and the four heads spoke in turn:

"Possible." "If" "successful" "no payment."

The Prophet Clone lightly nodded, "I've also summoned an angel from the Mo Si Ascetic Order to help; attempting a surprise attack to kill a saint has a decent chance of success."

Renite Dinikorel said nothing further; her four heads nodded in unison, and she vanished from the hotel room.

After Miss Messenger left, Ke Lai En immediately asked:

"When did you notify the Mo Si Ascetic Order's angel? And what about Miss Messenger's body?"

"Now," the Prophet Clone said, his right hand grasping at the empty space before him, pulling a pale‑yellow sheet from the Spirit Realm.

Renee·Tinicor was the leader of the Temperance faction of the Rose Sect, but after the birth of Ssuea, the Rose Sect erupted in civil war, and she also fell in the siege by Ssuea and other high-ranking members.

However, she must have made some preparations beforehand, and she revived in the Spirit World in some special state.

Her body as an Ancient Evil was split into many pieces, each sealed away with those Saints of the Indulgence faction of the Rose Sect.

While speaking, he picked up a steel pen at the edge of the desk and quickly wrote down a few Datan words, then folded the note and casually tossed it into the Spirit World.

Click-click-click sound suddenly rang out, and the radio receiver that Klein had placed to the side suddenly spat out a strip of white paper.

He hurried over, recording while using the codebook to translate the telegram's content.

The Prophet's avatar glanced aside, relying on his memory, and directly translated the content of that telegram signal in his mind: "I see you."

They're still using the standard encryption method; the Rose Sect folks really have a bit of brains, but not much.

While sighing, his inspiration gave rise to some subtle premonitions; his eyes naturally deepened, lost focus, and were covered with a heavy layer of silvery-white.

In this state, the world in his eyes became extraordinarily chaotic and blurry, as if countless visions had piled up.

In these visions, countless colors flowed, as if corresponding to various desires deep in the human heart, stacking and deforming layer by layer.

Not long after, a twisted, bizarre tree appeared, its crown's branches extending upward without end, as if it had plunged into that illusory, ethereal Star Realm, connecting to some place, some existence.

Thump! Thump! Thump! The sound of violent beating echoed in his ears, throbbing with the emotions and desires deep within.

The Prophet's avatar only felt a sharp stabbing pain in his eyes, as if a needle had pierced them, his nose grew hot, and a gurgling stream of bright red blood flowed out.

The state of 'Prophecy' was interrupted; the Prophet's avatar shuddered, quickly reached out to steady himself on the desk, and thus stabilized his body.

He reached out to touch the blood flowing from his nostrils and grit his teeth, saying:

"I saw something I shouldn't have; when did my Prophecy ability become this strong?"

"What did you see? Is it related to the telegram just now?" Klein handed over a towel while expressing concern.

Taking the towel from Klein's hand, he wiped the blood from his face while saying: "I accidentally caught a glimpse of the Mother Tree's projection; the process was very brief, and I only saw a small part of the projection—He probably didn't notice my spying."

"The Rose Sect people have probably been searching the whole city for you, but fortunately Helmosixiuyin's death mobilized the local authorities, so the Rose Sect's search can't go too far."

Klein's face darkened, and he couldn't help but propose:

"Should we just leave Baiyam now?"

The Prophet's avatar slowly shook his head, gazed at the dark sky outside the window, and calmly said:

"When I previously passed through this Spirit World region, I had already noticed some subtle changes, carrying a hint of a curse; obviously, the Rose Sect people had anticipated this possibility and made some preparations."

"I can leave by traveling through the Spirit World, but bringing you along might not be possible; we should wait for Mr. Azike to arrive."

(End of chapter)