Chapter 583: Chaos

Under the sweep of the psychic storm, the mental shields of the surrounding soldiers and mid‑low‑rank extraordinary individuals were quickly shattered; in that state, they could not at all resist the erosion and infection of the "spiritual plague".

The atmosphere on the dock tightened instantly; the soldiers standing on the tops of nearby buildings, bearing steam backpacks and hefting thick‑barrel rifles, grew restless and uneasy, their steam rifles trembling lightly as if a bullet would fire the next second.

Beside the carriage whose canopy had been removed, four knights clad in full black armor breathed increasingly rapidly; amid their wheezing, one black‑armored knight could no longer bear the pressure and sprinted toward the sea surface where the anchored ships lay.

Following his movement, the other three black‑armored knights could no longer hold on, their mental defenses utterly collapsed, plunging into despair and madness as they tore at their armor and charged toward the sea.

The carriages that had been standing still, or steadily moving along the road, also went mad, careening about the dock.

Under the influence of the "spiritual plague", some of the stationed soldiers dropped their weapons and leapt into the cold sea.

On the rooftops, the soldiers holding steam rifles could no longer endure the pressure; they pulled the triggers, and the steam rifles barked "bang bang", firing a hail of clear‑yellow bullets.

The entire dock plunged into chaos in an instant.

Near the dock, a Steel war chariot equipped with a chimney, cannon barrel and machine gun suddenly reversed direction, and a deep, authoritative voice rang out unimpeded from within:

"Running is prohibited here!"

"Shooting is prohibited here!"

As the words fell, the chaotic scene seemed forcibly paused; the surrounding soldiers and horses wore snarling, mad expressions, yet they were as if weighed down, unable to move, the bullets that had sliced the air halted, and the dock was left only with intermittent roars.

The next second, a figure clad in a white robe embroidered with gold thread, hair pale‑yellow and slightly curled, sunken eye sockets, and a gaunt, bony face, emerged from mid‑air.

It was Maihams, a descendant of the pharaoh of the Rose Sect and known as "the Silent One"; his gaze swept to the Steel war chariot that had just spoken, his brown eyes brimming with uncontainable malice and frenzy, giving off a bizarre and terrifying aura.

He did not hesitate at all, raised his right hand, tugged at his mouth, and the golden nails—each etched with fine patterns that had sealed his mouth—were flung outward, unsealing his jaws.

Maihams then opened his mouth, and a silent, high‑pitched scream issued from him, carrying that same bizarre and terrifying feeling.

The massive Steel war chariot he targeted instantly melted and twisted; in the blink of an eye it transformed from a mechanical construct into a goat with a vacant stare and ruffled hair! Maihams did not continue the assault; his eyes swept quickly around, and his figure faded away.

His sole aim was to retrieve the pharaoh's stolen remains; he cared little about the hidden "Spectator" demigod. In his estimation, a cursed mummy was not worth a "Spectator" demigod's risk, and the other party must be after one or several of the miraculous artifacts here; with no conflicting goals, a temporary alliance was a win‑win choice.

On the other side of the dock, the golden coffin that had not yet been lowered from the pulley system was suddenly loosened as the tightly bound steel cables writhed on their own, releasing the coffin to fall straight down.

Below the coffin, the dim void swirled, and a translucent, monstrous maw over ten meters long materialized.

The maw snapped open, inhaling, generating a terrifying gale that tried to swallow the entire coffin.

In an instant, bright yellow sunlight flooded the surroundings, like a majestic sea of light, engulfing everything.

In the spirit realm, Leiketon squinted; the mechanical glove on his right hand emitted a grinding sound:

"Ah! My eyes."

"I hate the 'Sun'!"

The light lasted about a second before vanishing, and along with it the spirit‑realm creature with the giant mouth disappeared, leaving only a puddle of evaporated liquid on the ground.

The goat that had been the Steel war chariot seemed to explode from within, its belly spilling flesh and entrails outward.

A mass of flesh adorned with a white glove and a golden mask rolled onto the nearby ground.

A non‑glare light burst from within the flesh, dispersing all chaos and eerie aura.

Deprived of the oppressive cursed aura, the flesh began to writhe on its own, reassembling into a human shape, returning to its original form.

Clang!

The golden coffin containing Tutansisi II tipped over and crashed onto the ground; its lid fell off, scattering the accompanying gold, gems, and golden vessels filled with desiccated entrails across the floor.

A corpse entirely wrapped in yellow‑brown linen strips also tumbled out, its body extremely gaunt, its surface stained with dark‑red oily fluid; its face bore a gold‑backed painted mask, and its eye sockets were set with two unusually pure black gems.

This is the mummy made during Tutansisi II's era; as it appeared, the surrounding gas streetlights seemed to dim. On the mummy's "eyeballs" set with two black gems, each reflected the image of a middle‑aged man in a white robe embroidered with gold thread, pale‑yellow slightly curled hair, sunken eye sockets, and a gaunt, bony face.

Maihams's figure sharpened quickly, and the long‑dead Tutansisi II mummy twitched.

The man with black hair, golden eyes, and a golden mask—just recovered from the flesh state—spoke authoritatively: "Possession by vengeful spirits is prohibited here."

As the words fell, Maihams's silhouette rose bit by bit above the Tutansisi II mummy, as if massive pressure forced it out of the void.

He glared at the black‑haired, golden‑eyed middle‑aged man, then produced a rag‑doll that seemed made of old cloth.

The rag‑doll was stained with obvious grime and blood spots, its eyes having been gouged out, leaving two hollows.

Its hollow eye sockets faced the Luen Military demigod wearing the golden mask, and its face rapidly morphed to resemble that demigod.

The ring on the Luen Military demigod's right hand burst with crystal‑like light, instantly enveloping his body and flashing him behind Maihams.

Deep in the spirit realm, Leiketon watched the ring on the Luen Military demigod's right hand and murmured, "The apprentices are truly pitiful, their relics everywhere."

As he spoke, he tossed a jade‑white chess piece; it passed through the spirit realm, landed in reality, and vanished in an instant like melting.

The entire dock area slowed and quieted, as if time's flow had been dramatically stretched, making this moment exceedingly slow.

Leiketon's gaze pierced the spirit realm, taking in all of Pliz Port, scanning the various luminous and shadowy presences.

Then he flicked his right hand twice like a magician, producing a pre‑prepared deck of playing cards and tossed them out of the spirit realm.

The cards scattered in midair, rapidly inflating and warping; in the blink of an eye they became poker soldiers about two meters tall, limbs sprouting, each wielding a spear or straight sword.

The poker soldiers sprinted across the dock, breaking the seals the Luen Military had placed on the miraculous items one by one.

Under the dim yellow streetlights, a tide of dense, unbreakable darkness surged, bearing a still, deathly hush and layered hoarse murmurs, pulling the surrounding creatures one by one into a dream.

Within the deep darkness, streaks of crimson moonlight rose, gradually forming grotesque facial features.

Rotting sludge appeared on the ground, and occasional scarlet sparks flared in the air, accompanied by a pungent sulfur smell.

In another direction, the streetlight flared suddenly, like midday sun, and the surrounding air quickly grew dry and scorching.

Under the adverse influence of the nearby miraculous items, the paper soldiers either collapsed, ignited from within, or began to rot; Leiketon, while monitoring the outside, raised his hand and formed a dark‑green seed, tossing it at his feet.

The seed rooted instantly in the spirit realm, and within moments sprouted a robust gourd vine bearing seven gourds of different colors.

Leiketon plucked the seventh, purple gourd; the vine and the remaining six gourds withered and vanished instantly.

On the dock, a tide of pure golden light surged from everywhere, coalescing into a sea of light.

The Sun's mighty aura seemed to take form, rapidly permeating and purifying everything around, as if to forcefully suppress all out‑of‑control miraculous items with absolute power.

The next moment, an invisible suction from above tugged at the sea of light, drawing it into a purple gourd.

In mid‑air, Leiketon's silhouette scanned the ground; Maihams and the man with the golden mask appeared on the opposite side of the dock, and a lady in a black evening dress, also wearing a golden mask, stood beside the golden coffin.

His gaze fell on the thorn‑woven crown atop the lady's head, then finally rested on the fallen Tutansisi II mummy, his left hand half‑extended forward as he whispered softly:

「Exile! 」

An invisible force erupted, sweeping the mummy on the ground and its surrounding burial goods into the void, not knowing where it was thrown.

After doing all that, a faint starlight instantly covered Lei Kedun's body, bringing him to the battlefield where Mai Hamusi and the black-haired, golden-eyed demigod of the military were fighting.

Deep crimson moonlight surged forth, condensing opposite him into a figure wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with scarlet patterns.

(End of chapter)