abnabooks Chapter 251 The Tradition of the Church of Storms
Chapter 251 The Tradition of the Church of Storms
Chapter 251 The Tradition of the Church of Storms
"Damn it, if you're going to fight, just fight. Why did you suddenly flip the table?"
Cyril grumbled and pushed forward.
Layers of ethereal blue light spread out, and a blurry door with no tangible substance quietly appeared.
Under the mottled, rusty red barrier at the edge of the mirror world, he had no choice but to leave the mirror world and enter the real-world telegraph office.
The moment his figure disappeared, the illusory cracks that filled the entire mirror world solidified completely, and then shattered.
Whoosh!
Amidst some ethereal and unreal sounds, this mirror world shattered into countless fragments and vanished into boundless darkness.
In reality, all the glass, mirrors, and even everything that could reflect light inside the telegraph office shattered into countless fragments at the same time.
Having just escaped the mirror world, Cyril listened with lingering fear to the rushing echo in his ears; he had almost been destroyed along with that mirror world.
...I never expected that my spiritual intuition would be disturbed and cause such a big mistake. What was clearly the destruction of the entire mirror world was mistaken by me as an attack targeting only me.
Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough to open the "door" that allowed me to escape the world in the mirror.
As his thoughts drifted, his figure thinned and brittled, turning into a crudely cut paper doll, which was then grasped and crushed by a slender hand reaching out from the darkness.
Snapped!
With a crisp snap of the fingers, the telegraph office was suddenly illuminated by an extremely bright and dazzling light.
"Ah~"
"My eyes, my eyes!"
A strange voice, a mixture of male and female voices, suddenly rang out, causing Sirion to pause in his actions.
He sensed an abnormal surge of desires and emotions within him, and suddenly felt suppressed, wanting to release them.
He closed his eyes, and suddenly a layer of pale golden light enveloped his body, which continued to radiate outwards.
Under the influence of the "sun halo," all the abnormal emotions and desires surging in his heart transformed into pure courage.
The next second, the courage that had been growing in my heart began to swell, turning into reckless impulse and impulsiveness.
Using the light from the spreading "sun halo," he could see the monster hidden in the darkness.
It was a "person" haphazardly pieced together from a head that had been gnawed and was covered in blood, with a severed spine still attached to its neck, and the body parts that had been scattered on the floor.
It has two heads on its neck, two legs of different lengths, two right hands on its shoulders, and another hand on its chest. Its tattered belly is bulging high and swaying, seemingly filled with a lot of things.
The moment he saw the monster clearly, an overwhelming sense of hatred welled up in Cyrien's heart, fueled by impulsive and reckless courage.
Without the slightest hesitation, he clasped his hands together and pulled out a two-handed greatsword formed from the silvery dawn.
Sharp, sturdy, heavy, and broad, the "Dawn Sword" has a purifying effect with every strike!
Then he directly swung the "Sword of Dawn" and charged forward! Bang!
The sound of metal clashing rang out as the monster caught the giant sword he was swinging with just his metallic hand on his chest.
Then, Cyril felt an irresistible force in his hand holding the "Sword of Dawn." Before he could figure out how to deflect the force, he was sent flying backward.
In mid-air, having regained some of her senses, Cyril quickly used one of her recorded extraordinary abilities again, conjuring a "Dawn Armor" on her body.
Then he slammed into the wall with a thud, and then fell to the floor.
A sudden warning from his spiritual intuition struck him. He rolled over on the floor and, despite his aching body, plunged the greatsword in his hand into the floor in front of him.
boom! boom! boom!
Three fists of different sizes slammed into the greatsword one after another, producing a somewhat ear-piercing metallic clang.
Cyril was only prevented from flying backward again by the force of the ground, but he still slid backward a meter. The blade of the "Dawn Sword" plowed a deep trench in the ground beneath the floor.
As his chest heaved, he peered through the gaps in the eye section of his crown helmet at the stitched-together monster opposite him, its dark eyes revealing a phantom book that kept turning the pages.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, the "Sword of Dawn" in his hand silently disintegrated, turning into countless fragments of light like the dawn. These countless fragments of light formed a shimmering and violent hurricane, instantly engulfing the seemingly haphazardly pieced-together monster and relentlessly slicing it apart.
"Ah~"
Amidst a mournful, piercing roar, the monster's haphazardly pieced-together body was shredded into even finer chunks of flesh by the "storm of light."
As the "storm of light" disappeared, the slowly turning illusory book reappeared in Sirion's eyes.
Then, golden, illusory flames spontaneously combusted.
The scattered pieces of meat sizzled under the golden flames, eventually burning into drops of transparent liquid like candles.
After completely eliminating the monster, Cyril finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This monster, formed from the combined mutations of Pavo and Melanie, wasn't particularly strong, but it was certainly bizarre.
It can not only subtly influence a person's emotions and even personality, but it can also affect or even destroy a mirror world.
...It's somewhat like the outward manifestation and influence of the weakened pollution of the 'City of Calamity'.
He muttered something to himself, looked at the badly damaged and seemingly on the verge of collapse, and sighed heavily.
"We fought, but gained nothing, and they even used the 'Light Storm' that we had just recorded."
Ugh~
The wind outside suddenly became violent.
A strong wind, carrying rain, swept into the room through the window that had no glass panes, causing Sirion's trench coat to flutter and rustle.
A bolt of lightning pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating the surroundings and allowing Cyril to see a figure riding the gale-force winds flying from afar outside the window.
He wore a dark blue robe embroidered with symbols of storms, waves, and lightning, and a soft hat on his head; he was the bishop of the Dark Blue Church!
The intense anger in his eyes as he looked at Sirion was almost tangible.
Cyril placed his hand on his chest, bowed to the other person, and laughed out loud:
"Is this a tradition of your Storm Church? Always rushing to help when something happens, only to arrive a step too late in the end."
As he spoke, his figure suddenly became ethereal, bathed in dazzling starlight. With the last word uttered, he vanished from the telegraph office.
Dang!
The violent wind blew the telegraph office door open, and the rain poured in, destroying most of the marks on the floor.
As the fierce wind swept through, the houses, already on the verge of collapse from the previous battle, became even more precarious.
A few seconds later, it collapsed with a loud bang.
The bishop of the Deep Blue Church, who had just arrived, was being lifted up by rapidly spinning winds beneath him. Looking down at the collapsed telegraph office below, his face was so gloomy it could drip water.
The two staff members at the telegraph office were important sacrifices to the "weather god," but now they've been killed, and the person who killed them even mocked them in front of him before leaving.
This incident made him doubt whether he could still receive the promised blessings from the "Weather God".
"Damn it, more and more of the priesthood's secrets are being exposed. Even though I'm the bishop here, I can't delay any longer."
"We must find this troublemaker, use him to get rid of those annoying scapegoats within the church, and then sacrifice him to the 'Weather God' to atone for my mistakes."
As he whispered, he looked up at the increasingly heavy dark clouds overhead and the thin mist gradually rising around him. His figure suddenly rose higher and disappeared from the spot.
On the other side, having escaped the lock-on of the arriving deep blue church bishop by using "Flash," and then re-entering the mirror world, Cyril once again saw the mottled rust red permeating the edge of the mirror world.
"The entire port of Bansi, no, the entire island's mirror world has been affected."
"However, it's not as serious as in the telegraph office. I can still sense the existence of 'doors' connecting different mirror worlds, which I can open at will. But my spiritual warnings and spiritual intuition are somewhat affected, making it impossible to accurately judge the danger behind each 'door.'"
"This doesn't seem like the 'Weather God' starting to exert his power; it's more like the 'City of Calamity' is starting to unleash its power."
"The 'Witch' pathway is also one of the pathways skilled in divination, so has this 'Source Essence' sealed in the Western Continent already vaguely sensed something?"