Chapter 589: Fooling

Hearing the young man's words, the "Bard" felt a rush of blood to his head.

Spent over a thousand years just to shape a rule that looked valid on the surface to fool people?

What kind of boring antique con artist is this!

The "Bard" blurted out:

"Are the patterns on the altar and the surrounding layout also fake?"

The young man wearing the dark blue assistant priest robe chuckled:

"If they weren't real, would you have been fooled?

"Besides, I occasionally go out, and at those times, it replaces me in granting the 'Steal' power. Of course, with the spirituality generated by the worshippers around, it indeed can only grant it once a year."

By the end, the smile on the young man's face was even more obvious.

The "Bard" felt the veins on his forehead throbbing, feeling mocked.

According to the other party's claim that they could grant the "Steal" ability whenever they wanted, the "Ring of the Sea Queen" should have been complete and possessed all its functions. So why was the success of the Sea Prayer Ritual delayed for so long?

The "Bard" couldn't figure out what was going on now; he turned his body and ran wildly toward the exit.

It wasn't that he hadn't considered begging for mercy directly and surrendering on the spot, but these things could be done later. Right now, he wanted to gamble, gamble that the other party's statement "occasionally go out" was a lie, that they were essentially trapped in the altar, couldn't go anywhere, and couldn't affect the people around. In this situation, if he were scared and didn't dare to run, he would instead fall into the other party's trap, equivalent to being cheated out of his freedom and future.

Tap, tap, tap, the "Bard" reached the stairs in a few steps and ran up.

The more he ran, the more delighted he became, because the young man with the monocle didn't make any obstruction.

"I bet right!

"He is the core of that altar and can't leave at all!"

Tap, tap, tap, the scene on the first floor reflecting the sunlight appeared in the "Bard's" eyes.

Amidst his wild joy, his thoughts suddenly shattered, feeling only the surrounding darkness being pierced by light, shattering into pieces.

The "Bard" sat up with a start, discovering with lingering fear that he was lying in that servant's room in the "Viceroy of the Sea's" mansion and hadn't left.

He looked around and heard the cheers and salute sounds outside.

"Did I just have a dream? A dream from a spiritual warning, letting me discover that the plan had problems?" The "Bard" had just developed these two thoughts when he immediately abandoned the corresponding judgment. "No, when the Sea Prayer Ritual was held, how could I possibly fall asleep? Did I start dreaming after hearing light footsteps in the room?"

The "Bard" rolled over and stood up, shouldered his backpack, and tentatively pushed open the bedroom door, entering the corridor.

He wasn't as smug now that he didn't have to take too much risk in the whole plan and didn't need to fight with anyone, because this meant that in the distribution of items, he couldn't get special treatment; he couldn't "teleport" away directly, nor was it easy to change back to his original appearance or disguise himself as someone else.

Arriving in the corridor, the "Bard" saw the "Little Devils" detaching from the shadows, dancing strange dances to celebrate.

He didn't "communicate" with these Sea Kin, knowing that their intelligence level was roughly equivalent to ordinary dogs; they could be tamed and driven, but couldn't communicate directly. But magically, the "Little Devils" had the ability to record and reproduce human speech, only they didn't know what it meant themselves, and they could accept signals transmitted by collaborators, as long as both sides were within a hundred meters.

The "Little Devils" also ignored the "Bard," because the Sea Prayer Ritual had already succeeded. According to the prior agreement, this fake "Viceroy of the Sea" could leave on his own.

The "Bard" left the "Viceroy of the Sea's" mansion and found that the guards at the door were not kneeling to thank for the gift like "before," and the villagers of Milo Village at the pier were the same. Except for a very small number who were genuinely shouting "The Sea Prayer Ritual is a success," others were just following the trend and shouting a few times to express their joy. By comparison, they preferred setting off salutes.

Sure enough, that was a dream before; the villagers' reactions in the dream were too exaggerated... You know, according to the experience of past Sea Prayer Rituals, only the committee members of the Fishery Guild and a few people with strong sea bloodlines could sense the descent of the sea's gift. Other people with sea bloodlines wouldn't have a substantial physical sensation, and would only slowly discover that they had become a little stronger after a period of time, or the change was too weak to be noticed. If it weren't for this, the failure of last year's Sea Prayer Ritual couldn't have been hidden from the citizens of Santa Harbor and would only have circulated within the core circle... The "Bard" used the scene environment to quickly determine the essence of what he had encountered before.

He didn't dare to relax, nor did he "go again" to the pier to enjoy the performance of those villagers being fooled, turning directly to the road leading to the Santa Harbor city area.

Just after walking out of the ancient village, the "Bard" saw someone turning out from ahead.

That person was over 2.4 meters tall, wearing a simple and plain linen robe, wearing an attached hood, and holding a thick magic wand in his hand.

"'Gandalf'..." The "Bard's" heart tightened, and he shouted out.

With the dream just now, and now being blocked, he thought he had been exposed, so he didn't perform at all.

The president of the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society," "Gandalf," paused and let out a low laugh:

"You really are a fake."

He, he isn't sure of my identity? The "Bard" was stunned for a moment, wishing he could slap himself.

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Inside the submarine spaceship, in a room like a metal honeycomb.

After Mr. K failed to catch the "Mad Lady" twice in a row, his body suddenly became huge, nearly three meters tall in an instant.

That is to say, he wasn't wearing substantial clothing right now, and the blood-colored cloak on his body surface was transformed from his own flesh and blood; otherwise, just with this change, even the loosest robe would have been torn apart directly.

At the same time, Mr. K's skin became deep black and dim, as if it had turned into thick and hard armor, while curved goat horns covered with evil patterns grew on his head, and behind him was a pair of giant bat-like wings entwined with crimson-blue flames.

A strong smell of sulfur then dissipated.

As a Sequence 5 "Shepherd" of the "Secret Prayer" pathway, Mr. K's core ability was "Herding," which allowed him to swallow other people's souls mixed with Beyonder characteristics or gift powers into his body and drive them in a unique way, just like herding lambs for a god.

Each "Shepherd" could herd up to seven souls at most, but could only drive one at a time. In that state, the "Shepherd" could only use their own Beyonder abilities and the three abilities of the corresponding soul—this was chosen by themselves when they first "herded" and could not be changed once determined.

The most terrifying thing about "Shepherds" was that they could "herd" spirits that had reached the demigod level. Such "Shepherds" could completely fight with saints for a period of time.

Mr. K was currently using the "Demon" he herded, and he had chosen the three abilities of "Demonization," "Sulfur Fireball," and "Magma Sword" back then.

The reason he didn't want the "Demon's" most representative "Danger Intuition" was because Mr. K felt that it could only exert its effect when he was driving the "Demon" spirit, and he couldn't possibly keep "Herding" on all the time. Anyway, if there was really any very great danger, the god would give revelations. If the god didn't give any, then it must be that he had done something wrong and needed to accept punishment.

Accompanied by the spreading of the giant bat wings behind Mr. K, balls of light blue fireballs condensed, numbering over a dozen or twenty.

They bombarded every corner of this metal honeycomb indiscriminately, forming a full-coverage state to deal with the "Mad Lady" who was "flashing" everywhere.

Rumble!

Explosions mixed with fire and poison raged, cracking the metal honeycomb cells and tearing apart the Batins black worms, "Little Devils," and other creatures still in gestation.

The "Mad Lady" had already stopped when the "Sulfur Fireballs" were just condensing.

Wearing a blood-colored dress, with clumps of pure flesh on her face, an illusory, slowly turning book appeared in her eyes, and faint chanting sounds echoed around her.

She pulled out a dagger, suddenly knelt on one knee, and plunged the dagger into the metal floor of the honeycomb.

Dawn-like light floated up, forming a near-invisible wall around her.

Rumble!

The shockwaves and poisonous light blue fireballs generated by the "Sulfur Fireball" explosions slapped against that invisible barrier wave after wave, making it sway, but it always stood firm.

This was the "Guardian" of the "Warrior" Sequence 5.

—"Recording" was the core ability of the "Apprentice" pathway Sequence 6 "Recorder," which could "record" other people's abilities to use. Recording could only be used once per record. "Recorders" could even "record" Beyonder abilities with divinity influence, but the quantity was extremely rare, and the probability of successful "recording" was very low.

When the aftermath of the explosion receded, Mr. K, wearing a blood-colored cloak and looking like a giant demon, held a giant sword composed of crimson magma and light blue flames, ran to the "Mad Lady" in two steps, and slashed down.

The near-invisible wall around the "Mad Lady" could no longer support itself and finally shattered completely. As the illusory book in her eyes turned, the not-too-tall woman had an extra heavy, sharp "Sword of Dawn" in her hand.

She excitedly swung her double-handed light sword upward.

Clang!

Only with the "Sword of Dawn," the "Mad Lady," who lacked the physique and strength of a "Warrior," was slashed away by Mr. K's sword.

Although Mr. K didn't expect that the other party would insist on trading blows with him despite lacking sufficient melee ability, the rhythm of the battle was completely unaffected. He took a big stride to catch up and swung the magma giant sword again.

Poof, the "Mad Lady" he slashed suddenly became thin, degenerating into a paper figurine ignited by sulfur flames.

"Paper Figurine Substitute"!

The "Mad Lady" appeared next to a destroyed metal honeycomb cell, and the illusory book in her eyes turned again.

She then spread her arms, letting a pure, magnificent, scorching pillar of light descend from the sky, falling toward Mr. K, who had slashed the paper figurine.

"Divine Light" of the "Priest of Light"!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 590 =====