" Desi's pies are more generous with their ingredients than Backlund's, but he likes to add some local spices. The first few bites might feel a bit strange, but once you get used to it, you'll find it has a unique flavor..." Klein sat in his hotel room, occasionally taking a bite of the oily pie and occasionally sipping some refreshing sweet iced tea, enjoying himself quite comfortably.
After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he didn't immediately pack up. Instead, he picked up the top hat from the chair next to him and put it on his head.
At the same time, his left glove suddenly became transparent, and his entire body quickly faded and disappeared.
Klein entered the Spirit World to " Travel " to the Port Bodo in the Raging Sea in search of food for his " Creeping Hunger."
The Port Escoson where he was located was indeed part of the Desi Bay, but it wasn't on any point on the coastline, because it was an island, the southernmost island in the Desi Bay. Crossing it meant entering the Raging Sea.
So, just one second after Klein traveled towards the predetermined coordinates, an anomaly appeared before him:
The surrounding Spirit World energy formed, swirling into wind that howled and enveloped a vast, boundless area. Inside, the light was dim, dark clouds gathered, and bolts of lightning, imbued with a sense of eeriness, streaked across the sky, making the surrounding scene resemble the Apocalypse.
At this moment, Klein felt as if he had arrived at an ocean ruled by an endless storm, yet he also knew with absolute certainty that this was the Spirit World.
"Sure enough, just as many occult books mention, the power of Death's fall not only altered the climate of the Sonia Sea the Northern Continent, making it full of Calamity and treacherous currents, known for its rage, but also broke down the barrier between reality and illusion, polluting and destroying the corresponding Spirit World, causing the two sides to influence each other... In the Raging Sea region, if rituals involving the Spirit World are held, or abilities related to the Spirit World are used, there is a high probability of unexpected events and unforeseen changes..." Klein sighed, verifying the records in the books with the scenes he had witnessed.
In his view, if it weren't for this, the countries of the Northern Continent wouldn't have waited for Emperor Roselle to explore a safe route before they had the opportunity to invade the Southern Continent. After all, for many High-Sequence powerhouses, natural barriers in the normal sense could be bypassed directly.
The Roselle Safe Passage is not only geographically significant, but also on a mystical level!
In other words, because the Raging Sea and the corresponding Spirit World influence and overlap with each other, Klein can directly refer to local nautical charts to travel through the Calamity in the Spirit World.
Recalling what he had read earlier, Klein found the correct location and entered the deep, dark Spirit World.
The howling wind came from all directions, and even the aftershocks sent a chill through Klein, a chill that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul or his very bones. This made him believe that if he had been in spirit form and had not used the " Black Emperor " card, the " Tyrant " card, or the Azik Copper Whistle for reinforcement and enhancement, he might have already suffered quite serious injuries.
If he were not on the "safe course" and faced the deadly black Storm head-on, he felt that even with his physical body, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Compared to the raging winds, the deep, dark lightning was far more dangerous. Even a single bolt was enough to make Klein doubt he could withstand it. As for the hidden vortexes and the creatures that roamed within them, those were other risks altogether.
"There's no real seawater here, and who knows what lies at the end of the whirlpool..." Klein traveled slowly along the safe route, occasionally looking around to gain experience.
Suddenly, he saw a strange creature.
It dragged a huge scythe, located within the black Storm, and was composed of one skull after another, bloated and enormous.
The skulls, some grayish-white and some grayish-black, varied in size and race, and were stacked on top of each other to form the body, limbs, and head.
Almost at the same time that Klein saw the strange creature, it also noticed Klein. All the skull heads turned at the same time, and amidst the cracking sounds that even the whistling sound couldn't mask, they all looked over.
Those deep eye sockets, one after another, pressed down on another, countless in number.
Klein's forehead twitched. Using his " Travel " ability, he bypassed this area and entered the next safe passage.
Beneath the illusory sea surface nearby, bloody arms stretched out, and bluish-black illusory tentacles waved upwards.
City of Silver, a black mausoleum stood upside down, embedded in the ground, like a pyramid turned upside down.
At this time, dense clusters of black plants grew in all the cracks between the bricks and stones of the mausoleum, and even the heavy gate at the entrance had been eroded.
Colin Iliad, carrying two swords, stood outside the door with two other elders of the Council of Six, examining the passage that slanted deep into the ground.
Lovia, with her silver-gray curly hair cascading down her back, gazed silently for a moment before saying:
"That should be fine."
Compared to his previous tendency to switch between different mental states erratically, this " Shepherd " elder was now deep and calm, showing no abnormality, with his pale gray eyes being reserved and profound.
Colin nodded slightly, took out a vial of medicine from the two small compartments of his belt, unscrewed the caps, and gulped it down.
His light blue eyes brightened rapidly, and the veins on his otherwise wrinkle-free skin became prominent and tinged with silver.
Then, the chief drew a straight sword and applied the silver-gray ointment evenly to the surface.
While he was making his preparations step by step, another elder of the Council of Six, Waite Chirmont, was doing something similar.
This burly man, with a shaved head and a dark blue symbol tattooed on the top, and standing nearly 2.5 meters tall, looked no older than 45, but was actually almost 80. He was also Sequence 4 " Demon Hunter," Demigod, and one of the main Pillar of City of Silver.
In City of Silver, due to the abundance of main materials and the residents' knowledge of Acting Method and sufficient combat experience, upgrading to Low-Sequence is relatively simple. There are many Beyonder at Sequence 6. However, starting from Sequence 5, due to issues such as rituals, the number of Beyonder begins to decline precipitously. By the time of the qualitative change at Sequence 4, it is even more difficult to produce one in a generation.
Instead of using the dual swords typical of " Demon Hunter " to allow different ointments to work simultaneously and deal with more complex situations, Waite Chirmont carried a long, iron-gray hammer and a massive bow that seemed enormous for his height and build, making him appear like a miniature Giant had stepped out of an oil painting.
That giant bow was a magical item, with relatively minor side effects. It was even recorded in the history books of City of Silver, and it was named after the slaying of Demigod- level Dragon.
" Dragon-Hunting Bow!"
Having finished his preparations, Waite slammed his iron-gray hammer in front of him with a bang, then took down the giant bow and slowly pulled it back.
Suddenly, crackling lightning appeared, coalescing and stretching longer and longer until it formed a dazzling and magnificent arrow between the bow back and the bowstring.
The moment Waite loosened his grip on the bowstring, the lightning-fast arrow leaped directly onto the mausoleum gate, which was overgrown with weeds resembling human hair.
Without a sound, the heavy door, seemingly already Corrosion, suddenly shattered into pieces in the explosion of lightning, revealing a deep passage.
The passageway was illuminated by pale lights that seemed to stretch endlessly, giving it an eerie and chilling feel.
Two intricate, dark green symbols then came into view in Colin's eyes, reflecting the scene at the entrance to the mausoleum in the center.
A few seconds later, he walked into the mausoleum, his straight sword held at an angle. Waite slung his " Dragon-Hunting Bow " over his shoulder, drew his iron-gray long hammer, and followed closely behind.
Wearing a purple robe, Lovia's expression remained unchanged. With her hands empty, she passed through the broken gate at a leisurely pace.
As they descended the passageway and stairs, the three members of the " Council of Six " showed no impatience or unease in the completely silent environment, letting their footsteps echo around them.
After walking down another floor, a river suddenly appeared before them, an illusory and dark river.
Beneath the river's surface, there were blood-red arms stripped of their skin, green vines sprouting baby faces, and countless slippery tentacles with eyes, all densely packed together, leaping upwards and trying to grab onto everything in their path.
Near the river's entrance, several figures of varying heights and dressed in worn-out clothes paced back and forth, their backs to the three elders, seemingly troubled about how to cross the river.
Suddenly, one of them noticed someone approaching and slowly turned to look at Colin, Waite, and Lovia.
This was an old man with completely white hair, deep wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth, and empty, light blue eyes. His expression was numb and bewildered.
Colin Iliad's eyes narrowed sharply as he recognized who it was.
This is his brother, the brother possessed by Amon, the brother whose life he ended with his own hands!
Just then, the other figures turned around, revealing faces that Colin, Waite, and Lovia knew very well, yet were strangely numb to.
Lovia's expression remained unchanged, but behind her, a phantom knight over five meters tall had appeared out of nowhere.
The knight wore ancient silver full-body armor, his eyes were dark red like blood, burning like fire.
After carefully navigating the "safe passage" for about ten seconds, Klein arrived at the Port Bodo in the Raging Sea. This port was off the main route, belonged to no country, and was a free city for pirates.
After his feet touched the rocky surface, Klein, who had casually sculpted a stranger's face, didn't rush into the chaotic port town. Instead, he reached into his pocket and took out a metal cigarette case.
During his journey through the " Raging Sea " of the Spirit World, he noticed that the Azik Copper Whistle was trembling slightly!
After removing the " Wall of Spirituality," Klein opened the cigarette case and pinched the ancient and exquisite copper whistle.
The bronze whistle had lost its usual coldness and gentleness, and now felt slightly hot, but this unusual sensation was quickly fading.