Ende01 Mother Gaia
Foreword:
Hatred and greed are increasing.
A world ruled by evil.
How much further can we go?
--Lingyun
[Part①·Domination and being dominated]
The spacetime disturbance caused by [The Power] restored some of Jason Megan's mental strength, and she looked incredulously at the Butterfly unit beside her, dressed in a robe and resembling a shriveled corpse.
"Mr. Belumat Alfred Crete?"
The Hunter King was quite surprised--
This was the first time he had heard his real name since his death.
"Do you know my real name and true identity?"
"You are the Hunter King! The pride of the Blue Stone People!" Jason Megan, a pillar of the Bluestone Senate, was well-read and would never miss the biography of this hero's rise to power.
The Hunter King shook his head. "That's a lie fabricated by poets. What you see is only a slave to fate desperately pounding on the prison window."
"How could this be!?" Jason exclaimed in surprise, unaware of the old hunter's true cause of death. "Your biography states that you disappeared without a trace after going abroad to study, yet you remained devoted to the cause of resisting the Madness Butterfly Guiyi Sect overseas, and even wrote a compilation of <The Great Rift of All Things>."
At this point, Mr. Jason finally realized that the Old Bones's spiritual form no longer belonged to the category of normal Homo sapiens.
"Why? Why is this happening? Why is your spirit branded with the demonic script of the Sutma ancestral clan? Why? Have you become a slave?"
The Old Bones did not respond; he simply continued to push the illusionary orb that Flash Butterfly —attempting to drive the stubborn iron ball out of the General of Tears's spiritual world.
Jason could vaguely guess part of the answer.
--Shambhala is unlike the Nine Realms. There are no Universal Elixir, no conveniences of civilized society, and not even hot water available 24 hours a day.
The Hunter King is also a human being; he gets sick, weakens, ages, and dies.
In the biography of Belmat, his colleagues in the Bluestone Senate called this genius spellcaster an arrogant and conceited person. Neither the Fools' Workshop, represented by the Magic Academy, nor the Lapis Lazuli, represented by the Wolf Mother and the Arcane Library, could have imagined that during the harvest season ceremony, Ming De would invite this gifted young man to participate in the coronation ceremony.
The old hunter king did not accept the Azure Gold Bloodletting, nor did he accept invitations from other members of the Senate. He only said "no" to all of Ming De's Yanshou plans.
Throughout his life, this scholar hoped to end his life in a "human body and human form".
However, the old and frail Beirumat did not overcome the final hurdle. Various age-related illnesses came knocking, and he continued to wander across the ocean, eventually arriving in the unfamiliar and wild land of Shambhala. His physical constitution was gradually changing his mental state, and the bold words he had once uttered seemed to have become a series of jokes.
Not only the old hunter king, but also Jason Megan, who is also Blue Stone People, are like this—they often get into many hilarious and absurd situations. They often go back on their word, are often tricked by their own intelligence, and their unpredictable fates lead these wise men into one mystery after another that is difficult to explain with reason.
Even Old Bones him couldn't easily explain this embarrassing past in just a few words. After all, it was at an age when he was suffering from Alzheimer's and had a catheter inserted, that he met Gloria, who could rejuvenate him and create a miracle of life. After betting thirteen rounds with this female devil, the Hunter King had unknowingly accepted his new identity.
There are many ways to remove the catheter. As long as the Hunter King speaks, Ming De can give him far too many choices. His overly smooth life has made this genius youth arrogant and complacent, resulting in a fatal character flaw.
Until his body weakened and he grew old and powerless, he was picked up by an Immortals and became Old Bones in the Soul Coffin Life Box.
"I don't have any more time, Jason Megan."
The Old Bones struggled to push the illusionary orb away, and the pitch-black sky and earth gradually brightened, returning to the normal form of the material plane.
"Gloria Sebastian will definitely notice my presence; she knows what a dog leash is. This is all I can do for you—the rest is up to your own fate."
Be careful!
"Gloria Sebastian is one of the three feathers of Judas."
"As long as we get past this hurdle, we can leave her here alive."
Before the words had even finished --
--The Old Bones's spirit shattered instantly, seemingly triggering the secret covenant of the life contract.
Almost simultaneously, Gloria felt a burning pain on the back of her hand, indicating that one party to the demonic contract had broken it.
She immediately retrieved the Old Bones's life box from her suitcase, picked up the crystal skull, and without any mercy or consideration for talent, crushed the spirit medium's possession without a word.
Her eyes were filled with rage, and she glared at her long-time partner through gritted teeth.
--This is the arbitrator who sings and recites lines at the start of each play, when the bet is revealed; the host who wins her favor.
If a game of dice rolls to determine the winner were to lose its fun without a referee who sets the rounds, it would lose a lot of its appeal.
But just as the Flash Butterfly had captured the soul of the General of Tears and was about to devour this powerful enemy alive, the Old Bones suddenly jumped out and disrupted things— Gloria was so angry that she gritted her teeth and was furious.
"Die!"
"Die! Die! Die!"
Not only was the crystal skull crushed to pieces, but Gloria also destroyed the dozen or so precious, radiant gemstones along with the skinned soul coffin in her rage!
From that moment on, the old hunter king was no more, and the evil spirit slave who had been dead for decades finally vanished.
Fret Caesar sensed the familiar fluctuations of Netherworld magic. "What's happening?"
"That bastard has some nerve!" Gloria shouted, her eyes red. "He actually dared to betray me!"
"Looks like your personal charm isn't enough!" Seeing his companion's discomfiture, Fret wasn't worried at all. Instead, he made a sarcastic remark. "Using coercion and threats of death to control slaves is actually the dumbest method—you need to make them serve you from the bottom of their hearts!"
"You fucking say that line again to the 1,700-plus supplementary agreements you wrote yourself?!" Gloria waved away Fret's outstretched arm, which was trying to get close to her. "If you dare touch me! Believe me, I'll call Judas to clean up the mess! Then neither of us will be happy!"
Fret immediately became quiet, raising his hands and slowly backing away. "Don't get agitated! What do you suggest we do now?"
This cunning devil also wanted to try to directly touch Gloria's body, to cast spells and invade her brain while she was emotionally out of control—if successful, he could skip the labor content of the contract.
Gloria hesitated repeatedly, but still didn't consider taking out the elixir to call for reinforcements.
--Now that things have come to this, the celestial embryo has already broken free and undergone a mutation, making it difficult to return to its original state.
To regenerate the alchemical materials for the Dagda's Cauldron, at least four thousand lives would need to be sacrificed in the cave. The huge profits from gambling and opium in East Horse Port could fill part of the gap. Xiabang has a very sophisticated human trafficking system, so these are not problems.
But if Judas found out about this, it would damage Gloria Sebastian's reputation.
--Yes, you heard me right.
Just as the General of Tears completed his transformation, cleaved the Apostle Hound in two with a single sword strike, and was sharpening his blade to strike the Red Butterfly, at this crucial moment...
In the East Horse Port Huacheng Bay, Dong Erjie and Sanjie, and the Yanfeng Daochang residential areas in the southwest of Dongma Port, along with more than 2,000 households in Que Mountain Street, a total of more than 16,000 people have been affected by the terrifying Spirit Calamity, and the number continues to rise.
The most important thing for Gloria Sebastian, the compassionate High Priestess of the Church of Dionysus, is still her business reputation.
Whether it was internal troubles or external threats, Gloria didn't care much. She was only afraid that Judas would raise the price and make her take charge of more affairs of the Immortal Pill Cave, and make her work overtime all the time to take care of the Chaos Immortal Embryo.
After all, not every worker is willing to risk their life for a boss who's driven to the brink of ruin, or rather, most workers don't even have that idea— Gloria is no exception.
If the Immortals hadn't been such a stable ship, ensuring her survival for so many years, Gloria might have parted ways with Judas long ago and gone off to seek pleasure in the glamorous world.
Don't think this kind of thinking is outrageous. Having lived this long and become so shrewd, surely she has no sense of crisis at all?
--That's what we all thought before the nuclear wastewater entered the Pacific Ocean.
When disaster strikes, the reputation of the entire TEPCO system is probably what matters most.
That said, these two devils live entirely on greed and hatred, and are firmly bound to East Horse Port by these two emotions.
Gloria couldn't bear to part with the religious sanctity of the Church of Dionysus. This place was far removed from the Nine Realms and the mundane world, and cargo ships often brought foreign curiosities here, making it a fantastic playground.
Fret's magic workshop is here, and so is the magic pool. Moving elsewhere would be a huge undertaking. If you want to go to the Nine Realms Continent, the cargo ships here are the fastest. If you want to take revenge on Wood Plark, East Malaysia is the starting point.
"Let's go together." Gloria uttered these three simple words, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Fret's contemptuous smile vanished, replaced by a sinister and ruthless expression. "As long as we lure him into the hotel, in my territory, I can take care of this kid all by myself."
The two repeated the words of betraying the organization over and over again. When they reached the critical juncture where life and death were at stake, Gloria and Fret both abandoned their thoughts of escape. This shows that Judas was the most powerful devil, able to firmly bind the hearts of Gloria and Fret.
[Part ②: Melee]
Looking along the seaside street, you can see scattered blackbirds every now and then. This dark flock of birds flies all the way from the big bronze bell tower of the pork factory on Wugeng Street to the beach. Like raindrops, they are all smashed into minced meat on the terrazzo by the spiritual pressure of the Flash Butterfly.
The illusionary magic orb cast by the Flash Butterfly shattered and shattered in an instant, turning into countless specks of light.
The moment the meteor awoke, it saw a blue-green lightning bolt pierce through the illusion before it!
He didn't know that this was the last trace of the Old Bones's divine consciousness, but in a daze he heard a loud clapper sound. The sound only made a commotion for a moment, and then disappeared along with the thunder in broad daylight.
When Meteor locked onto the enemy again, his hair stood on end, Flash Butterfly, only eight steps away from him!
He was so astonished by this strange and powerful mental control ability that he didn't activate Wolf Arrow Step immediately, missing the perfect opportunity to kill!
But it doesn't matter; even as Flash Butterfly, the psychic backlash after mind control fails is the same.
Its legs trembled violently, numb and powerless like a poor worm trapped in the Gate of Death, almost collapsing to its knees.
The meteor started moving in the next second!
With a shovel of sand from his heels, the White Wolf Knight's massive figure created an oval-shaped ripple of water vapor in the air!
The overwhelming force of the swords and shields made it difficult for the Flash Butterfly to defend itself, and it immediately raised its spear to fight back—but its arm was cut in two by Berloberg!
The blade continued forward, following the meteor's stance. The Flash Butterfly tried to deflect the force and veer off course, but the General of Tears was simply too fast!
Unable to resist, it simply loosened its severed arm, abandoned the feathers and membranes of its left wing, and forced the gecko to break off its tail and struggle for survival.
Berloberg slashed and cut at the beast's flesh, changing the path of his sword, slicing open the weak spot, and then leaning in to force his way to the throat. Meteor had no intention of delaying any longer; he wanted to decide the outcome in this close-quarters battle!
Flash Butterfly and flees to a lower position, whereupon the shooting star immediately follows.
It flapped its broken wings, leaped and flew up on its hind legs, and Meteor followed closely behind. No matter how the Flash Butterfly tried to escape, Meteor would chase after it—this lapis lazuli half-wolf body gave it extraordinary reflexes, making it almost inseparable from its prey.
After entangled for about twenty meters, the Flash Butterfly from its floating state close to the ground and landed again. It raised the broken spear high above its head, but it could not find a target to attack. The spirit armor wrapped the white wolf knight completely, with almost no gaps. The frog-shaped helmet had a streamlined shape, and no matter which part was stabbed, it would naturally slide away from the arc.
It replaced the thorns with sticks and swung them around fiercely.
The iron shield moved along with the meteor's body, its stance rising from low to high. It was like a boxer holding a sword and shield, nestled in the Flash Butterfly's arms, maintaining an offensive posture while inflicting considerable damage.
The spearhead struck the shield of the spirit-armored being, but the Flash Butterfly was actually shaken by its own exaggerated physical strength, causing its teeth to ache and its mouth to hurt. Dozens of mouths all over its body involuntarily clenched and closed, and half of the spearhead flew out of its hand.
At this moment, the feathers hanging halfway down its right shoulder were finally completely severed by the defensive-stance Berloberg, giving it a precious moment to catch its breath and allowing it to escape slightly.
But the shooting star wasn't going to let it get away!
The moment the Blade of Light completely separated from the Flash Butterfly's body was also an opportunity for both sides to regroup. Before taking Jason Megan's head, he dared not easily extinguish the beast's life force.
We must bring the head chef back safe and sound!
The Flash Butterfly seemed to be terrified. It suffered a heavy blow and fled in a sorry state, crawling wounded in the sandpit like a nimble snake. While waving its intact arm to support Jason's head and growling intimidatingly, it quickly retreated.
Meteor pressed forward relentlessly, not making a move rashly. Its blade remained locked on the Flash Butterfly's forehead, and seeing the monster's rapidly healing wings and severed arm, it couldn't find a suitable opportunity to attack.
The Flash Butterfly, about to launch a sudden attack, was pinned down by a meteor's foot, which stomped on its head.
It then twisted and rolled to the side, and its wings immediately calcified and covered with bony scales, turning into thousands of sharp blades.
The spirit weapon was scratched by the blade but remained intact. When the Flash Butterfly turned around to examine the results of the battle, it was struck by a meteor's punch, which broke its neck, causing it to fall headfirst into the sand pit.
It then retreated step by step, taking hits with each step, until it collapsed into the muddy shallows, its blood flowing everywhere. Whenever a mouth uttered the sound of chanting or casting spells, that mouth would be subjected to the General of Tears's punches and kicks, until its teeth had to grow back.
Despite their disheveled state, the cunning beast still held Jason tightly in its arms, while countless Madness Butterfly flew out from the crimson tide and followed behind them.
The White Wolf Knight had no chance to take Jason Megan's head, nor did he have Universal Elixir on hand.
The situation seemed to have reached a stalemate.
"The caged bird is dead."
Inside the psionic gadgets, a sealed glass bottle shaped like an hourglass contained a nightingale carved from beeswax, which had been consumed by a ball of black flame.
The flame seemed to freeze instantly, its shape resembling a ferocious, bloodthirsty, and raging black snake.
The inscription on the top of the "Hourglass" indicates that this item comes from the World Health Organization and was assigned to a work unit—and surveillance unit—by the human world to accept the Blood-giving Monster after Flavia and Duran surrendered.
When Flavia's mental state undergoes a drastic change and she regains the power of the Yin Yang Demon Realm, the caged bird will be killed by the black serpent.
At this very moment, Wood Plark, following the compass at the bottom of the "hourglass," found East Horse Port Huacheng Bay. As a member of the An Li Hui and as the diplomatic ambassador between Ming De and the mortal world, he had always been Flavia's second guardian and had to investigate to the end.
When he arrived at the beach of Huacheng Bay, he glanced at the General of Tears and the Flash Butterfly in the distance, and then saw further in the direction of the dike, at the entrance to Fret Caesar's magic pool, where Miss Duran, dressed in Ms. Shali Knight's dress, and Soul Artifact Dad were fighting.
On the other side, at Pier 3 of Tingtao Harbor, there is also a psionic tide of origin magic. It is probably Katusha and the students trying to use the War King's hand and the BOSS's teeth to continue summoning the War King's avatar, since this catalyst combination can be used many times.
On the first floor of the Tequila Sunrise Hotel, Captain Quack and Mr. Ethan were busking on the street. Even though there were hardly any living people left on the street, they still pretended to be bards, staying in enemy territory as lookouts. They were really too dedicated.
The whole scene was complete chaos.
"Wow, this is lively." Wood had just said goodbye to the steamboat pilot, who then sped off on his bicycle without even taking a tip.
Two bright red cat-shaped coins fell from Wood's fingers, and he finally saw what his Soul Artifact Dad looked like.
The giant's offspring, struggling within the vine trap formed by the curtain of night, has been captured by Ms. Duran and is now being bombarded with flashing sparks.
Wood described it this way.
"What kind of novel form of sadomasochism is that? Oh! Wow!"
"He even vomited! Oh my god."
Does he really look like me?