Chapter 588: Devouring

The thoughts of "Salted Egg Superman" Lato Giaro, whose life was rapidly slipping away, began to blur, and even the thought of saving himself became hazy.

Vaguely, he seemed to see Juan Oro, seeing that old man with deep wrinkles standing in the middle of the ocean, waving at him with a face full of joy and mockery.

At this moment, Lumian's voice sounded as if it were coming from the horizon, faint, ethereal, and illusory:

"Did you go to Cordu Village to confirm the situation?"

Cordu Village? That time I went with the "Mad Lady" to find Nolphi? Lato Giaro's unfocused, closing eyes reflected Lumian's figure.

Carrying the thought of disgusting the other party, he used the Highland language to intermittently utter the last sentence of his life:

"I and the 'Mad Lady', went, purely, because it was fun, but 'Loki', it seems, had other..."

You don't want to know what happened back then? Fine, I'll tell you in Highland, if you don't understand it, that's your own problem, who told you not to study this language seriously in the past!

Lato Giaro actually knew very well that such behavior of his would have no substantial effect, because after Lumian Lee returned, he could find someone to perform "Dream Divination," "Hypnosis" therapy, or have a "Real Dream" to fully record the Highland language he spoke and find a way to translate it into Intis or Ancient Futhark.

But he just wanted to disgust the other party; anyway, he was dying soon and couldn't care about what progress would be made in the future.

"Purpose..." Lato Giaro spat out the last word, the candle of life about to be extinguished.

In this final moment, he seemed to hear Lumian Lee saying to him in Highland:

"Thank you."

That "thank you" was fluent and natural, carrying intense mockery.

"Salted Egg Superman" Lato Giaro's one intact eye bulged even more, his expression frozen on his face, and his breathing stopped completely.

Lumian's right hand gripped the "Dirge of Hate" again, while he loosened his left hand, watching the head of "Salted Egg Superman," this core member of "April Fools'," rapidly detach from the black-bottomed, red-holed bone flute, revealing a ferocious, deep, blood-colored hole.

Thump!

"Salted Egg Superman" fell to the ground, and the blood sticking to the surface of the black bone flute condensed drop by drop, falling onto his body.

After the person who "backstabbed" him suffered a fatal wound, the "Armor of Pride" stopped moving and stood nearby, like an ordinary, unremarkable silver-white full-body armor.

"Loki" had other purposes? Purposes other than helping the "Sinner" organization and pulling a prank? Lumian, while recalling Lato Giaro's statement before death, bent down, wanting to see what items this core member of "April Fools'" had on him.

Of course, he didn't hold much hope, because "Salted Egg Superman" Lato Giaro had boarded the Colorful Flower Ritual Ship disguised as the soon-to-be "Viceroy of the Sea" Simon Giaro and could not carry any items. His things should have been handed over to the "Mad Lady," letting her carry them and use flesh-and-blood magic to hide them in her stomach, and just now, the "Mad Lady" clearly had no time or opportunity to return the items on her to "Salted Egg Superman."

This was also one of the reasons why Lumian was able to finish off "Salted Egg Superman," a powerful Beyonder of two pathways, in such a short time.

—If Juan Oro hadn't greeted the Sea Kin on the Colorful Flower Ritual Ship in advance, Lumian would only have been able to use the method of temporarily storing the "Traveler's Bag" with Mr. K.

Just at this moment, Lumian saw a strange change in the corpse of "Salted Egg Superman" Lato Giaro:

It rapidly faded, presenting a semi-transparent, semi-flesh state, and then, as if decomposed by countless tiny creatures, it seeped into the silver-white metal floor and gradually disappeared.

Soon, the flesh and blood, starlight, and those fragments like sunlight left behind by Lato Giaro were all absorbed by the silver-white metal floor, leaving only a formal suit belonging to the "Viceroy of the Sea" covering the spot, surrounded by faint grayish-white mist.

In the blink of an eye, that grayish-white mist was also absorbed by the silver-white metal floor, by this strange building.

Lumian tried to "rescue" something back, but failed.

Is this the so-called "return to the sea"? But how could this strange building even absorb the Beyonder characteristic of a "Priest of Light"? Lumian had just developed doubts when he heard the sound of metal friction coming from all around.

The dark holes on the surrounding walls, ceiling, and floor were covered again by rotating, protruding metal, no longer spewing light cyan-blue poisonous gas, saving Lumian the energy of igniting a layer of crimson-near-white flames on his body surface.

Amidst the clanking sounds, both the front and rear metal gates rose, revealing two tunnels leading to different places.

After the object of betrayal died, the silver-gray behemoth returned to "normal," returning to its usual state.

Lumian looked at the depths of the tunnel ahead, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerating.

Thump, thump, he inexplicably felt nervous and uneasy.

…………

Santa Harbor, in the apartment where "Loki" was hiding.

After the little boy Ludwig said the words "I'm hungry," he suddenly lowered his head and bit the hand "Loki" was using to hold the gemstone bracelet, gnawing as if chewing on the marrow inside a chicken wing bone.

Intense pain flooded into "Loki's" mind, and his first reaction was to immediately use a "Paper Figurine Substitute" to escape the current situation.

But he was worried that this would cause him to distance himself from this sealed demigod, losing the possibility of regaining control over him.

Amidst the sound of bones being crushed and flesh being torn, "Loki" caught the fallen gemstone bracelet with his other hand and struggled to open his mouth:

"Bang!"

A mass of air, like a bullet fired from the latest steam rifle, hit the top of Ludwig's head, tearing away the flesh along with the hair, revealing the white skull.

But Ludwig was completely unaffected, still eating "Loki's" left hand, having already bitten off five fingers and gnawed away half the palm.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" One air bullet after another hit the little boy, beating him until he was bloody and unrecognizable, but Ludwig still persistently, focusedly, and without slowing down at all, gnawed at "Loki."

Crack, crack.

He had already gnawed to the other party's wrist bone, the crisp sound echoing in the flesh and blood fused by both sides.

While "Loki" was almost fainting from the pain, he roughly understood what was going on.

This sealed demigod had extremely strong vitality and could not be substantially harmed by ordinary attacks and some Beyonder abilities; in other words, one could make him fall asleep, manipulate his "Spirit Body Thread," or find a way to make him faint, but it was very difficult to truly kill him with ordinary means, and even inflicting heavy injuries was impossible.

Under such premises, even if this sealed demigod could not use any abilities and lacked sufficient strength and speed, just relying on the conventional behavior of desperately gnawing on the other party's flesh and bones could make many mid-sequence Beyonders extremely troubled.

"Loki" gave up the intention of taking out other magical artifacts and directly replaced himself with a paper figurine.

Scrape, scrape, scrape, Ludwig, whose head was covered with traces of air bullet destruction and who was almost no longer human, raised his head, the edges of his still-bleeding mouth covered in white paper, which was being rolled into his mouth along with bloody chunks of flesh.

Ludwig's eyes reflected the figure "Loki" had outlined in the corner of the room; under the torn skin and flesh, something seemed to be slowly squirming, wanting to break free, but failed.

"Loki" weighed the current situation and the items on him. With the "Soul Assessor" marionette unable to return in time, he rationally decided not to entangle with this sealed demigod creature anymore, planning to escape first and then consider the subsequent problems.

Just at this moment, a patch of crimson moonlight shone in through the window.

This moonlight instantly filled the apartment, enveloping "Loki."

A drifting voice immediately sounded in "Loki's" ears:

"A thick smell of fresh blood..."

The moonlight faded, and there was an extra paper figurine on the ground stained with grayish-white and deep black colors.

And "Loki's" figure appeared several hundred meters away, outside the vine forest.

That was a gift he had requested the Celestial Worthy to descend during a prayer in a certain week for this operation, which was attached to a pre-prepared paper figurine, forming such a powerful substitute with near-divinity effects.

Tick, tick, "Loki's" severed left wrist was still dripping blood.

He immediately activated the diamonds on the bracelet, his figure rapidly fading, preparing to "teleport" and escape.

…………

Santa Harbor, Milo Village.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of light footsteps echoed in the "Bard's" ears, making his spirit highly tense.

The "Bard" looked around, but found nothing.

He ran, bypassing multiple buildings in succession, but the tap-tap-tap footsteps were still behind him.

The "Bard" tried to push open the door of a certain building, breaking into the home of a villager in Milo Village.

But what met his eyes was not a stove, table, chairs, jars, wooden boxes, and other things, but a dilapidated stone platform immersed in darkness.

A stone platform! The "Bard's" pupils dilated, feeling a sense of unreality as if he had fallen into a hallucination.

He had actually returned to the mansion of the "Viceroy of the Sea," returned to the altar where the villagers of Milo Village paid respects to their ancestors.

Something suddenly crawled out from the cracks of the dilapidated stone platform.

It was a small, semi-transparent worm with multiple rings.

The small worm rapidly expanded, turning into a young man wearing the robe of an assistant priest of the Sea Prayer Ritual and wearing a monocle.

The man sat on the dilapidated stone platform, smiling as he looked at the "Bard" and said:

"Do you understand now?"

The "Bard" suddenly understood what the other party was asking, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and said:

"I understand."

Since this altar had an owner and was inhabited by a supernatural creature, the so-called rule that the "Ring of the Sea Queen" could only be enchanted once a year was clearly invalid!

The other party could enchant it as many times as they wanted!

The young man wearing the dark blue assistant priest robe pinched the monocle on his right eye and said with a smile:

"I spent over a thousand years shaping the rule that it could only grant the 'Steal' ability once a year, never expecting that the ones I would end up fooling were you people."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 589 =====