Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 29: Tarot Club Gathering (Part )
Alger strode onto the deck, and the strong wind around his body swept everything along the way into a spherical prison made purely of storms. Then, the hurricane blew the spherical prison away, away from the deck and away from the Blue Avenger.

At the same time, a stream of crimson flames flowed straight down from under Alger's feet, passed through the deck, and flowed into the sea water, but it did not extinguish. It turned into red light and rushed straight to the bottom of the sea.

After a period of silence, the seawater directly below the spherical prison suddenly began to boil, as if something hot was rushing up from the bottom of the sea. About three seconds later, the red lava broke through the thousands of meters of seawater and turned into a scorching torrent that rose from the ground, like a giant flaming tree growing from the bottom of the sea, spreading out red branches for hundreds of meters, completely destroying the mycelium without leaving any trace.

This is the ability possessed by Sequence 4 "Disaster Priest", which can drive the underground lava to break through the earth's crust and eject. With the enhancement of the "Poseidon's Scepter", this ability can even directly make the flames of the underwater volcano ejected above the sea level!

Alger held the Sea God's Scepter in his hand, his expression solemn. The "Blue Avenger" was lifted into the air, and under the push of the hurricane, it moved rapidly towards the sea line. Originally, this was very spiritual. Although Alger had the status and some abilities of the "Sea King", he could not randomly draw spiritual energy from the sea to feed himself like a real Sea King. Now that he was affected to this extent, he just used this ability and accelerated his journey.

If the crew's symptoms improve, it means that the location just now is the point where the pollution leaked! Alger's mind turned quickly. The lava just now has solidified, forming a huge towering tree emitting white steam. It is not only to remove the pollution, but also to leave a landmark.

Then, on the empty deck, Alger held the Scepter of Poseidon, chanted the Honorable Name of the Fool, briefly described his own situation, and cast it into the crimson stars of all the members of the Tarot Club.

As a ghost captain who once lurked between the Church of Storms and pirates, Alger knew very well that even if he was strong enough, he still had to be as prepared as possible when facing unknown dangers. And it just so happened that the Tarot Club already had a mature foundation in this regard!

Mr. Fool must have anticipated this kind of thing a long time ago, foreseeing that we would take the lead after “He” fell asleep, so he supported us in that way and allowed all of us, who were originally only Sequence 5 Beyonders at the highest, to be promoted to Demigods... Mr. Fool is indeed far-sighted!
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In Backlund, in a two-story building on Golden Palm Street, Fors was lying on a soft chair, holding a crimson round-bellied fountain pen in her mouth, and was thinking about the plot of her next new book.

Then, the crimson stars in front of her eyes began to expand and contract, bringing the Hanged Man's Alger's prayers to her ears.

Fors opened her mouth in astonishment. The pen fell due to gravity, and the tip of the pen was stuck on Fors's white shirt, but there was no stain left. The pen bounced on her soft chest and fell into the pen cap that was upside down on the table. This was a little trick of the "Master of Magic". However, Fors didn't pay attention to this at the moment.

Mr. Hanged Man is in trouble? Fors was a little surprised. During the communication, the Hanged Man clearly stated that he needed the help of four Tarot Club members, including her.

"It's really rare. Mr. Hanged Man asked us for help..." Fors shook his head, but his movements were not slow. An illusory spiritual door opened instantly, swallowing Fors' figure. Then the door closed, and the petals in the vase fell quietly to the ground.

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On the other side, in the Silver City settlement in Bayam City, "Sun" Derrick was standing on a rare undeveloped plot of land, where a tattered silver armor was leaning against a tombstone, like a sleeping warrior. On the other side of the tombstone, the following words were engraved:
"Colin Iliad:"

"The last chief of the God-forsaken Land;"

"——Light is the meaning of everything."

Light was once what the residents of Silver City pursued. For this, they prayed in the darkness for 2,584 years. However, now that they have arrived at the bright world promised by Mr. Fool, where should they go? Whenever Derrick was confused, he would come to the chief's tomb and stand in awe for a long time.

However, today's solemn standing was interrupted, and the prayers of Mr. Hanged Man reached his ears through the illusory crimson stars. Then, a spiritual door suddenly opened, and Fors, still wearing his living clothes, jumped out from it.

"Your outstanding ability to take action is truly enviable."

Derrick exclaimed sincerely.

"Really?" Fors scratched her hair in embarrassment. "Then let's go quickly and come back quickly. We still have to look for Miss Justice and Ms. Hermit."

After saying that, she reached out and hugged Derrick's wrist - because Derrick was more than two meters tall, and his forearm alone was thicker than Fors's thigh. Originally, Fors wanted to grab Derrick's wrist with one hand, but she doubted whether her hand could hold Mr. Sun's wrist with thick joints.

"Wait a moment, I'll inform Liaval and the others not to worry about me."

Derrick smiled shyly, took out a huge silver broadsword from somewhere, and pointed it lightly at the sky. A golden light shot straight into the sky from the sword, turning into a dazzling rain of light that sprinkled on the residences of the residents of Silver City. All the residents of Silver City who were touched by the rain of light suddenly felt courage and hope in their hearts, and a voice surrounded their ears, telling them that they would go to the sea for a while.

"Then, let's go."

Derrick deftly spun the greatsword with one hand and put it on his back. The strong wind created by the swing of the greatsword made Fors's hair flutter lightly.

“…Oh, okay!” Fors was still in a daze, suspecting that part of her bangs had been cut off. Only after she heard Derrick’s greeting did she react.

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In the sea of ​​Sonia, Frank Lee, a "toxin expert", was cultivating plants in his room. He would occasionally grab a handful of soil from the pot and chew it. When he spit it out, the soil had turned into a strange colloid, which slowly moved toward the roots of the wheat seedlings and wrapped up the roots of the wheat seedlings, forming an umbrella-like tough structure. The stiff branches and leaves that were originally on the ground shrank strangely and turned white, and finally formed tiny and sharp-ended dense aerial roots.

Frank Lee quickly threw a bloody piece of fresh meat next to the aerial roots, then dragged out a screaming piglet from the bamboo basket in the corner of the cabin and patted it lightly on the head, and the suckling pig calmed down. However, in the eyes of the piglet and Frank, there was a horrifying scene of the aerial roots, which were like flying anemones, madly piercing into the meat and turning it into a pool of blood.

Frank nodded with satisfaction and kicked the piglet with the back of his foot, and the piglet obediently lay on its back, exposing its lower body and abdomen. Then, Frank stretched out his large palm covered with calluses and grabbed the group of air roots, and remained indifferent even though the piglet stabbed his palm frantically.

He exerted force suddenly and pulled out the mushroom cap from under the soil, held it in front of his eyes for careful observation, ignoring the pseudo-roots that were waving around trying to blind his eyes, then nodded with satisfaction, grabbed the mushroom cap with his other hand, and slammed the end with the aerial roots against the suckling pig's lower body.

Then, the piglet let out a terrible cry. The aerial root instantly formed a sheath-like object, with a short and thin tip extending from the inside, piercing into the piglet's body and starting to secrete a weird and disgusting liquid that directly entered the piglet's blood circulation.

When the substance went through a cycle and reached all parts of the piglet's body, the piglet's screams stopped, replaced by a grunt of endurance. When that endurance reached its limit, a large amount of red and white viscous liquid gushed out from the outer wall of the gray sheath woven by hyphae and the connection between the end and the root of the piglet's lower body.

Then, the sheath spread apart with a rustling sound, greedily absorbing the liquid dripping on the piglet's belly, leaving only a hole in the piglet's lower body, with its abdomen strangely bulging. The "mushroom" also fell into a sleeping state, and the color of its cap changed from translucent white to a mixture of red and white, with tiny bubbles faintly bursting in the cap.

"Recent hybridization experiments have been successful more and more..."

Frank wiped his hands and threw the sleeping mushroom back onto the culture medium, and he carefully moved the piglet into an empty cage against the wall.

“If this experiment is successful, will there be mushrooms that taste like pork pies, or suckling pigs with ears of wheat growing on their bodies?”

(End of this chapter)