Landing on the Island

When the Storm subsided, the outline of an island gradually emerged from the end of the fog.

As the Dawn and Black Throne continued their journey in that direction, the details of the island became increasingly clear. The island was quite large, with towering peaks and dense forests. The thick, giant trees spread their canopies, their color a deep, almost blackish green.

"Hiss..."

Upon seeing the island, Luther immediately gasped and covered his eyes.

It felt as if a red-hot nail had pierced my eyeball and embedded itself deep inside my brain; intense pain surged into my mind!

He saw that the island exuded an indescribable stench of Filth, which continued to accumulate and spread. Every towering tree was covered with transparent, deformed organs, as if they were breeding the ultimate malice.

At the same time, a faint sense of Order pervades the island, ruling everything here with domineering rules.

It's giving me a headache...

Luther thought to himself, enduring the pain, and then cursed under his breath.

That Roselle guy, he even smugly wrote in his diary that he had cleaned up the pollution on the island... but it's not like he's completely cleaned it up!

"This should be it."

He suppressed the urge to tear his head off and turned to the Queen Mystic aboard the bow of the "Dawn," shouting, "Watch out, there's strong pollution up there." "Never mind."

She shook her head, placing a hand on Luther's shoulder, "He's very important to you, right? I'm worried that I won't be able to control my anger when I see him and it will interfere with your affairs. Besides, I was created by him..."

Antiya didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was clear—if Roselle had left some kind of backup plan when she was created, bringing her to the island might trigger a trap, leading to an even more dangerous situation.

"I see."

Luther nodded slightly. "Then you can wait for me here."

The two boats gradually approached the shore and stopped after a distance.

Just as Luther was about to go ashore, M's figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"I suggest you put away the [Moon] card and that 'Wreath of Desolation' card."

She gently reminded him, "For your safety."

The pollution on the [Moon] sign comes from Roselle, while the "Wreath of Desolation" sign belongs to the adjacent "Planter" Pathway. Although not entirely certain, it is reasonable to link the pollution on the island to these two Pathway.

Deep within the Astral World, is there some malevolent force capable of influencing these two Pathway... perhaps, the Primordial Moon?

Luther Zexin guessed. With a "plop," accompanied by splattered blood, he had already inserted the laurel wreath into his body and then carried it to the sea for quarantine.

Meanwhile, Bernadette was ready to land on the island.

The sea queen was dressed as a captain, in a shirt, jacket, riding trousers, and black leather boots, with a tricorn hat adorned with feathers. Behind her, in the empty cabin, the sounds of various musical instruments filled the air, forming a joyful and grand song, as if to send off the Queen on her journey to war.

Bernadette held a bright, transparent ball of thread in her hand, tossed it forward, and it tumbled into the void. She followed the thread, passing through the Spirit World, and appeared directly at the edge of the island.

It looks pretty elaborate...

Luther muttered something, and a strong current surged beneath him, carrying him straight toward the island.

"Boom!"

In the airspace surrounding the island, the domineering rules suddenly manifested, bringing terrible punishment upon the transgressor. Luther had only flown halfway when he was cut in half at the waist by an invisible blade. He didn't care, casually grabbing his lower half and pressing it back together from the broken end.

When Luther finally landed beside Bernadette, he had already endured several rounds of torture, yet he appeared completely unharmed—though the Queen looked at him with a strange expression.

"Well..."

Above the Gray Fog, Klein witnessed this scene and couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead.

Luther might have a way to get past those dangers, but he found it too troublesome and decided to use his own body to clear the minefield... Fine, what can he do when he's the Blood Bull Shepherd... At this moment, he held a black cane in his hand, inlaid with many strange gems. The cane exuded an extremely powerful aura, which, combined with his status as the Fool, made him appear even more profound and majestic.

This is a secret treasure of the Abraham Family, Grade 0 Sealed Artifact offered by Dorian Gray, named the "Staff of Stars." This is the price they paid for gaining protection by turning to Mr. Fool.

At the same time, on the Bronze Long Table in front of him was a walking stick that looked as if it Weaving from emerald green Vines, radiating a vibrant life force.

--A tribute from the City of Silver, the "Staff of Life".

It was precisely because of the blessing of these two things that this Fool had more confidence to bestow blessings upon Bernadette.

Alright, let's see what they do next...

Klein rallied and continued looking down through the misty light curtain.

At the edge of the island, Bernadette seemed to sense his gaze, and looked up at the sky. She took a few seconds to confirm [The Fool's ] stare before looking away and asking Luther, "What do you see?"

She didn't use her "Clairvoyant" abilities, seemingly instinctively sensing that using them carelessly here might lead her into Abyss she couldn't overcome, so she first asked the Blood Bishop with extraordinary inspiration a question.

"Something's wrong with that mountain."

Luther replied, "If your father is still alive, his Mausoleum is most likely located in that spot."

In his vision, the place where Filth and order were most concentrated was the central mountain peak of the island, where the stench of dirt stretched infinitely upwards, all the way to the distant horizon. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

The pollution here really does come from the Astral World.