Chapter 541: Sier'a's Curse

The Crimson Queen, who had just completed a curse, was instantly pierced through by a spear of pure sunlight.

The next second, her body shattered into a scarlet paper figure, as if formed from condensed moonlight, which turned to ash under the scorching sun.

Boom! Boom! Violent wind slammed into the air, sounding like an explosion; the cramped airflow kicked up dust all around, instantly engulfing the Prophet's clone and the Crimson Queen.

A terrifying, visible hurricane spiraled and coiled, the airflow whirled in tight circles; an unrestrained tornado suddenly rose from the ground, lifting everything on the earth into the air. The sky‑ripping tornado resembled a dreadful giant, leaving the ground it passed over completely clean, with nothing left behind.

The dreadful tornado merged with the heavy clouds above, and silver‑white lightning darted through the wind, bearing a violently tangible destructive aura that crackled densely toward everything around.

Within the raging, rapid tornado, the crimson moonlight and bright sun were obscured; the Crimson Queen still could not regain her moon‑light transformation or flashing ability, drifting like a helpless leaf blown about, constantly shifting to evade the lightning‑filled vortex.

Amid the lightning and hurricane, the Prophet's clone repeatedly flashed, relocating itself while searching for the still‑pursuing Jiexsi and Leinite Tineiker.

With the aid of his "Prophecy" ability, he quickly located the two entangled amid the tornado‑whipped soil and leaves.

The pair were completely tangled together, making it hard to strike the target without collateral damage.

As thoughts drifted, a scale‑like pattern reflected in the Prophet's clone's eyes; his stature seemed to rise, exuding an awe that made one instinctively fear and want to crawl.

His voice took on an indescribable gravitas as he spoke:

"No lingering souls may possess here!"

"No mirror‑plane traversal here!"

"No... here."

His third "command" failed to materialize; several blood‑red shafts, like moonlight‑condensed arrows, tore through the violently disturbed air, streaking toward him.

His body was instantly pierced, carried upward by the tornado, then rapidly thinned and became brittle, finally turning into a pale‑yellow paper figure etched with strange symbols, which the gale ripped to shreds.

Under the influence of the two formed "commands", the charred, hunchbacked Jiexsi and Leinite Tineiker, who bore four golden‑hair, red‑eyed heads, solidified instantly, turning from ethereal translucence to tangible form, and temporarily lost the ability to enter the mirror world and possess inanimate objects.

Two of Leinite Tineiker's heads soaring in the air opened their mouths, emitting a silent, piercing shriek.

The sound, tinged with a cursed aura, could pierce eardrums, wound organs and spirits, and inevitably infect the listener with the curse.

The remaining two heads she held in her hands puffed their cheeks and blew forward.

The left head exhaled a chilling wind tinged with dark green and frost‑white, spreading layers of ice wherever it passed, capable of corroding and stiffening flesh.

The right head spat a phantom skull shrouded in black vapour forward, bearing a heavy sense of death, like a messenger from the underworld.

A pale blue radiance flowed in the Prophet's clone's eyes, outlining one mysterious sigil after another; he reached forward, grasped at nothing, and a layer of invisible matter fell, instantly rendering his body into a non‑existent state.

Behind the Crimson Queen, dense black mist billowed, forming a pair of broad, illusory bat wings.

The massive wings folded forward, tightly enveloping her, while simultaneously isolating Leinite Tineiker's "grievous soul shriek" on both mystical and physical planes.

Only the perpetually wounded, severely weakened Jiexsi failed to react; though the "grievous soul shriek" caused no real damage, it left his mind briefly dazed.

The dark‑green and frost‑white chilling wind blew over him, instantly coating him in layer upon layer of white frost, nearly turning him into an ice sculpture tinged with a hint of green.

The phantom skull shrouded in black vapour struck the ice sculpture, producing a crackling sound as fissures spread across it.

A moment later, the ice sculpture melted into a pool of blackish liquid, from which a black, lanky, swollen‑and‑wrinkled, damp baby crawled out.

His eyes, nose, mouth and ears all grew together at the center of his face, as if merging into a brand‑new organ.

His skin, arms, and the shape of the new organ exuded an indescribable mystique and evil; just a glance made the Prophet's clone feel a slight itch on his own skin.

The incomplete mythic creature was rather ugly. While sighing inwardly, he simulated the extraordinary "Storm" pathway ability, seizing partial control of the lightning and directing them all onto Jiexsi's incomplete mythic form.

Silver‑white lightning struck indiscriminately, slashing the strange, half‑baby, half‑doll mythic form, shattering into countless tiny silver bolts that scattered everywhere.

Immediately, as if provoked, more lightning—laden with a violently tangible destructive aura—rained down densely, enveloping everyone present.

"Members of the Storm Church get angry so easily," the Prophet's clone murmured, his body instantly turning transparent, becoming illusory, and turning into a mass of bubbles.

Bathed in the silver‑white lightning, the bubbles reflected a dazzling glare before being instantly annihilated.

A moment later, his body materialized outside the tornado's periphery, free from the terrifying swirling currents.

Beside him, Leinite Tineiker's form also materialized; she was holding a head that had reverted to golden hair and red eyes, though she looked somewhat listless.

The four heads she carried all stared forward toward the approaching terrifying airflow, her voice calm and without a hint of a smile as she said:

"You" "really like" "provoking."

"Should." "go" "become" "a" "hunter."

"Thank you for the compliment," the Prophet's clone replied with a light laugh, paused, then added, "Where do you think the two members of the Rose Sect will appear after leaving the storm?"

One of the three heads Leinite Tineiker held spoke:

"Germain" "Sparo" "by their side."

Two people, five heads, ten eyes met, and the Prophet's clone said:

"We'll chase after them."

"Fine," the previously silent head in Leinite Tineiker's hand blurted out first.

As soon as the words ended, their silhouettes turned transparent and vanished on the spot, leveraging the spirit realm to quickly approach the direction where Kelaien was.

Within the spirit realm, an extremely aberrant, soul‑piercing howl erupted, causing both the Prophet's clone and Leinite Tineiker to shudder, their bodies stiffening briefly as their minds went blank.

Semi‑transparent nodules bulged on the Prophet's clone's skin, each seeming to contain black, viscous fluid ready to burst through.

When his heads cleared slightly, he realized his body and soul were being bound by an unknown force; the harmony between them waned, his body turning into a spirit's cage, movements growing increasingly rigid and heavy.

"Sier'a" "'s" "curse."

The three heads Leinite Tineiker held each spoke in turn; the remaining head's scarlet eye darkened, its mouth opening toward the Prophet's clone as it inhaled forcefully.

A stream of black, viscous smoke erupted from its mouth, nose, and pores, being swallowed by the golden‑hair, black‑eyed head.

Once the thick black mist left the body, the Prophet's clone instantly felt the stiffness and heaviness vanish, his mind becoming unprecedentedly clear.

Deep within the spirit realm, far away, a terrifying gaze laden with obvious malice fixed upon them.

The Prophet's clone and Leinite Tineiker exchanged a glance, then swiftly exited the spirit realm, returning to reality.

The moment they reappeared in reality, they sensed several gazes cast from the rapidly spiraling hurricane and the falling silver lightning behind them.

The sky‑ripping tornado, like a dreadful giant, seemed slow but was actually rushing toward them.

Jiexsi and the Crimson Queen were left in a disheveled state under the pursuit of Sea King Yaen Kaoteman; the former had already been wounded in earlier combat, his condition severely deteriorated, while the latter lost the moonlight environment, limiting many extraordinary abilities, and the lightning partially restrained them.

Seeing the Messenger Miss and the Prophet's doppelganger reveal their figures, Klein halted his steps, looking back at the approaching tornado and lightning, and clicked his tongue in amazement: "How strong is the 'Sea King'?"

"Otherwise, how could he alone hold down the Luósīdé Archipelago? At sea, even if others are also Sequence Three, they can basically only be chased and beaten by him."

The Prophet's doppelganger sighed while extending his right hand forward; the pale blue light flowing in his pupils traced out one mysterious solar symbol after another.

The surroundings instantly blazed with blinding light, like the midday sun, and quickly accumulated in his hand, condensing into a spear utterly pure and blazingly white, seemingly formed from pure sunlight.

The moment the spear formed, it left his hand, shooting purposefully toward the lower left of the tornado.

(End of chapter)