Evolution of "Lucky Roulette" (Third Update)
"Once you see my signal, you shall begin your operation."
As Luther spoke, he Record Walter a manual containing intelligence on Bayam's naval passwords, flag signals, and other information. "Everything's ready. Have the Sailor change into their uniforms, and make sure they don't give anything away when we enter the port."
The captured soldiers on the warship have been taken into custody and will not be released until the operation is over, in order to ensure that the secret is not leaked.
"Yes!"
Walter took the booklet and said respectfully.
Of course, despite all the preparations, I still hope this operation won't be carried out. Ideally, I'd successfully infiltrate, locate the target, and make a clean getaway. Thinking this, Luther took out a pocket watch from his robe and glanced at the time.
"Alright, you have fifteen minutes left. Go and get ready."
He said this and drove everyone out of the Captain's Cabin.
Just then, the Fat Apothecary Darkwill suddenly stayed behind and looked at Luther.
"What's wrong?"
Luther frowned and asked.
"Your weapon."
Darkwill handed him a silver-white Revolver.
"Lucky Roulette"?
No, upon closer inspection, it doesn't quite look like it.
Upon closer inspection, this Revolver is quite different from before. Beneath its silvery-white luster, countless strange and mysterious symbols are engraved, just like the ones Luther once saw on the surface of the Snake of Mercury. Moreover, the mark of the serpent with its tail has also been preserved, only now it has moved from the grip to the barrel, allowing the thumb to touch the mark while holding the Revolver.
"The Councilor said he had added Sequence 5 Beyonder Characteristic to the weapon, and because of the special nature of the 'Fate' Pathway, it could exhibit a certain degree of Sequence 4 power. But he didn't say what the specific effects would be."
Darkwill shrugged, whether out of disbelief or incomprehension, it was unclear.
Luther thought to himself.
"I see."
He waved to Darkwill, studied the Revolver for a few more minutes, and after figuring out its new effects, it was almost time. So he vanished into the shadows, left the ship, and headed back to Bayam. Five minutes later, he appeared on the main street of Bayam.
The Governor's Mansion was not far away, with a high wall separating the inside from the outside. Two soldiers in red uniforms stood guard on either side of the iron gate. Through the iron bars of the gate, he could see the luxurious courtyard and main building inside. The person he was looking for was in a room on the second floor.
The soldiers looked ahead with imposing airs, seemingly oblivious to Luther, the offender so close at hand. He peered inside for a moment, then turned his gaze to the other end of the street, where a magnificent Gothic building stood, its edges adorned with wave-like patterns that shone a deep blue in the sunlight.
That's right, that's the Church of Storms's headquarters in Bayam, the Church of Waves, where "Sea King" Yorn Kottman is located.
Luther waited quietly.
The hands of the pocket watch ticked away, and the moment the second hand stopped at 12, a sudden change occurred.
Beyond the island, somewhere where the water meets the sky, a large patch of leaden-gray clouds seemed to be rapidly gathering in the sky. Then, a silver bolt of lightning flashed, so clear against the dark background. This lightning was like a prelude, quickly triggering more brilliance. Shiny branches kept forming and disappearing, densely filling that part of the sky.
"Boom"
Only then did the muffled thunder slowly begin to rumble. However, due to the great distance between the two, it would have been difficult to distinguish them had Luther's hearing not been far superior to that of the average person.
He could vaguely sense a powerful and violent aura emanating from that cloud!
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
On the bustling streets, many impoverished locals suddenly knelt down, their faces filled with piety as they looked towards the direction of the gathering thunderclouds. In the mines and plantations unseen by Luther, countless slaves did the same. They threw down the heavy loads they carried, stopped their arduous labor, and at the same time, offered prayers to the gods they believed in.
"Arise! Arise!"
Their actions angered the overseers, who cursed and lashed their thin bodies with their whips. The foremen, however, seemed oblivious, their faces contorted with pain and fervor, kneeling down and facing the distance.
They said with their pale, chapped lips:
"Save us, great Sea God, Kalvetua!"
"End our suffering, lead us away from this world of torment, and to your Divine Kingdom."
Luther watched this scene intently until—
"Boom!"
A tremendous roar exploded over the island, like the roar of some ferocious beast. The impact reverberated through the air, and even the aftershocks caused everything on Blue Mountain Island to shake violently, with many people losing their footing and sitting on the ground.
With his dynamic vision, Luther clearly saw that at the Storm Church, a high-speed object broke the sound barrier in an instant, leaving behind a series of explosions as it rushed towards the thundercloud-covered sky at an astonishing speed.
"Sea King" Yann Kottman!
He was truly captivated by the Sea God!
From this moment on, Bayam's highest combat strength becomes Sequence 4.
Watch out, Klein.
Watching Kottman's departing figure, Luther thought to himself. Although his former colleague hadn't said anything, he figured that drawing "Sea King" away must have been extremely dangerous. He wondered how Klein would manage to evade the man's high-speed pursuit.
To prevent his teammates' efforts from being in vain, he quickly turned around, became a shadow, bypassed the two panicked soldiers, and entered the Governor's Mansion.
A dozen seconds ago, Above the Gray Fog.
Klein gripped the sacred short staff made of white bone, extending his Spirituality to touch the points of light spreading from its tip.
"Boom!"
In an instant, countless layers of illusory prayers pierced his ears, and countless faces of believers appeared before his eyes—devout, fanatical, numb, and Distortion. The stimulation of both senses acted on his mind simultaneously, bringing him immense stimulation.
Fortunately, this was within his sphere of influence, so he quickly suppressed the scepter with the Gray Fog and established contact with the Ocean below through these prayers.
"Brush!"
A scene like a light curtain unfolded before him. Klein saw the surging Sea, and in the far distance, Blue Mountain Island, where Bayam was, was faintly visible.
"Let's do it here."
He thought to himself, and raised the "Sea God's Scepter".
"Boom!"
Lead-gray clouds rapidly gathered, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
The wind howled, and its Wrath power raged across the sea. All Ocean life felt the Tyrant's cruel aura, hiding in fear, trembling, and daring not to disobey.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
One thunderclap after another followed. Klein adjusted his Spirituality output, trying to make the Storm appear more imposing and more likely to attract the "Sea King's" attention.
Soon, Klein's efforts paid off. Through the "Sea God's Scepter," he noticed a small black dot rapidly approaching on the horizon. Although the figure was small, the sound it emitted was incredibly loud, a series of sonic booms accompanied by howling wind.
It's here!
Klein's spirits lifted, and he immediately manipulated the thundercloud, causing it to move rapidly away from Bayam.
He wants to pull "Sea King" as far as possible!