Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 166 A Disaster

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"Captain, this is the information about the 'Undying King'."

On the fifth day after finalizing the cooperation, Bernadette received further news that the 'Undying King' had left the island where he was stationed and began to roam the sea.

The "Undying King" has always been relatively low-key, and is in charge of the powerful seal "Death Announcement". Some pirates believe that the "Undying King" himself is not very strong, perhaps only at the level of a pirate general, and the real "Undying King" is actually the "Death Announcement".

It's hard to say. After all, the "devil" is always cunning and insidious. Maybe Agaritu wanted to show weakness on purpose to attract prey.

What exactly did the Saint who passed by the Diviner want to do by collecting information about Agaritu... Did he need a Saint-level Secret Doll? (She collected information and learned that the Diviner's Sequence 5 was called "Secret Doll Master") or did he want to obtain the Sealed Artifact "Death Announcement"? Or was there some other personal grudge? Although this matter had nothing to do with her, Bernadette couldn't help but be curious.

The intelligence provided the approximate sea area where the "Undead King" was currently located and the possible route he might have taken. That was about it. If it was more detailed, the other party would have discovered it... Due to the devil's tricky sense of danger, Bernadette's investigation this time was completely dependent on "luck".

For example, divide your men into several teams, carry some low- and medium-sequence seals of the Demonic Path and move in different directions to see if you can meet the "Undead King" within seven days.

So far, her luck seems pretty good.

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the passenger ship docked at a port.

It will stay here all night and set sail again at 8 a.m. tomorrow. Passengers and sailors can disembark on the island to relax and enjoy the sea.

Passengers disembarked one after another, or relaxed in the ship's entertainment facilities.

The decadent king was not prepared to go to the island either, as he felt there would be a tsunami there.

So He walked onto the deck, stared at a certain direction on the sea for a while, took out the "Navigation Manual" from his pocket, and after comparing it, he pointed out the end point of this voyage on the simple map with his finger, which was a large island in the center surrounded by many small islands.

"Byam."

He pronounced the name, an expression of impatience on his face: "…What is that thing up there that keeps yelling in my ears?"

The hysterical roars and meaningless mumbles that began as soon as they entered the sea kept repeating "help" and "give me a sacrifice." If they were not animals, they were humans who had gone so crazy that they could no longer speak.

Such souls are of extremely low quality and have little value.

"Ocean waves, human prayers... a... a demigod. Oh, the voice I heard came from a demigod on Rorsted Island. It was dying, so I could sense it."

“Oh my god.” He muttered to himself with a complicated expression, “Am I so ‘hungry’ that I can even hear the decline and death of a demigod?”

The bottom line will only get lower and lower, and the Outer Gods who have higher requirements for food (at least the angels) decided not to eat this toothpick of meat.

But He simply performed a divination, and with the help of great success, He understood that Rorsted Island would soon be destroyed to a certain extent because of the madness of the demigod on it. There could be many ways of destruction, such as Ending 1: part of it would be sunk by the demigod himself, Ending 2: the entire island would be washed with sea water by the Storm Church in order to "reduce subsequent damage", Ending 3: although it did not sink or crack, all the believers of the demigod on the island would go crazy and kill others indiscriminately, and then the Storm Church would clean up the mess.

There are hundreds of thousands of permanent residents on Rorsted Island, but as for this matter…He stretched out his hand and grabbed in the air, grabbing a handful of spider-like void threads. In the distance, there were even more layers upon layers, like an impenetrable net.

He loosened his grip and the threads disappeared again.

There are currently about 50,000 of them in total. The tsunami caused by the sinking will definitely affect the surrounding islands. In fact, this is also a disaster... He thought about it, maybe he could save this demigod temporarily, make them crazy but not die, and then reveal the information to Bernadette... ?
If he could temporarily delay his demise by doing something himself, he should be able to force Bernadette to be counted as an "accomplice".

"Sage" is actually a relatively neutral word in ancient Hermetic language, although it is slightly more positive in later languages. After all, its predecessor "master of prophecy" is also a neutral word. After predicting a disaster, one can choose to stand by and watch, add fuel to the fire and take advantage of the opportunity, or reach out to stop it.

Assuming Bernadette refuses, perhaps we can judge that the promotion ceremony of the "Sage" is to prevent the disaster rather than expand it.

"Forget it, there's no need."

He gave up this idea: it was a waste of time and might not necessarily bring any benefit. The "Sage's" ritual had nothing to do with him, and he did not need to know the information about the "Sage's Promotion Ritual".

As for the deification ceremony, it is something that can be considered.

He turned around and prepared to go back to his room to rest. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"You want to go?" The Outer God said to himself, "Do you think there is something attracting you there?"

The "faceless doll" developed a strong interest in that direction.

A high-sequence seal or a powerful person from the fortune teller's path?
He glanced at the invisible island from afar, turned around, and walked down the stairs: "Then let's go and take a look."

He returned to the room and entered the spirit world, where he floated to a hidden port on Rorsted Island.

As soon as I arrived here, I could immediately feel the breath of decay filling the surroundings, forming a gray haze in the sky that only He could see. It was too dry here, and everyone's moisture and even blood were constantly being absorbed by the demigod. Their lips were dry, their skin was chapped, and there were human figures in the shadows that would turn into fragments if the wind blew. At the same time, it was too humid here, and there was a furious breath coming from the sea water. Aquatic animals swam restlessly, and the elements were extremely active, to the point where they could lose balance at any time and cause a tsunami.

What attracted him was not the death of the demigod, but the aura of more than 50,000 dying people...

This is worth tasting.

"The thing that attracts you is not far away?" He raised his head and glanced in the direction indicated by the puppet, "Let's go."

He passed by dark-skinned, skinny and shriveled natives, and walked through alleys with clothes drying overhead. Suddenly, the view in front of him opened up to a not-too-large square.

In the square, a group of locals gathered around the central pool, some kneeling, some crawling, some muttering, and some singing softly, their expressions pious yet numb.

Feeling someone approaching, they turned their heads one after another.

The "faceless puppet" was learning, so it took the initiative to change the appearance of its current body into the appearance of a native it had eaten.

Although their clothes were slightly different, they all had the same dark skin and soft facial features, which were the characteristics of the locals. So those people slowly turned their heads back, and the sound of a window closing could be heard above their heads.

"Praise the great sea god Kalvetuwa, you have protected us from tsunamis and storms, please calm your anger..."

After listening to their prayers, the Outer God reached out and grabbed a certain part of the void, grabbed the ethereal mystical connection, and broke it with a slight pull. Several people in the crowd praying in front of the square suddenly screamed, their bodies quickly dehydrated and shrunken, and in full view of everyone, their flesh and blood collapsed and fell off, and their bones made cracking sounds. They rolled around and crushed themselves into a pile of powder that was once a human.

The crowd was in an uproar, and no one came to collect their ashes. They knelt down and prayed more fanatically around the ashes, hoping that the sea god who had taken away the "sacrifice" would no longer be angry.

The Decayed King grasped the thin line in his hand and felt an underwater cave that looked like a relic. A huge blue-green sea snake was swimming wildly in the water, as if dancing a dance symbolizing destruction.

"How much strength does it take to curse a demigod..."

He spoke to himself in his heart, and then sent a message to the sea serpent along the occult connection.

……

Kalvetuwa, who was ruthlessly rejected by the container, roared hysterically. The gray mist blocked its perception, and the selected container could not enter, and his body and mind were about to collapse!
There is no time to choose the next container. The last bit of its sanity is about to disappear. It doesn't even have the extra thinking ability to ask the believers on land to "give me a sacrifice". Its priests have also become different degrees of madness because of the violence of the god they believe in. They are either crawling on the ground or tearing their own flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a lofty gaze fell on him, and Kalvetuwa's frantic brain regained some calmness due to the instinct of fear. It coiled around a stone pillar of the ruins, causing the pillar to sway, and it dared not breathe.

A thought fell into its mind, and it instantly understood the meaning:
"If you want to be saved, you need to pay for something."

Pay, pay... a human word that it could understand. As if it had suddenly seen a bright light in a desperate situation, Kalvetuwa barely used the remaining brain to think about what it could pay.

Its eyes swept across the ruins: stone statues, ancient gold coins, deep-sea treasures and pearls, tattered wall carvings, human priests.

It rolled up all these things with its tail. The roar was swallowed by the sea, and the sound waves turned into huge tides that hit the beach on the shore, making the docked fishing boats shake like models.

"Why did such a big storm suddenly arise?!"

A man running hurriedly along the shore clutched his coat tightly as the sea breeze almost took it away from him.

He almost shouted this sentence as the strong wind swallowed everything. The adventurer next to him was still meticulous, his top hat stuck firmly on his head, and his eyes that were closed by the wind made him look more fierce and sharp.

Gehrman Sparrow did not speak, because shouting to answer Danitz did not fit his personality. He shook his head, but he did not know if Danitz saw it.

Danitz probably didn't see it. They quickened their pace and ran out of the indigenous inhabitants' area in the strong wind. After entering Bayam's city, they felt that the wind had finally died down. Far underwater, Kalvetuwa got the answer:
"Not nearly enough."

It roared and tightened its body even more forcefully. Several priests that it had rolled up trembled violently, with blood coming out of their mouths and noses.

Believer! It remembered its loyal possessions. I still have many believers on earth! I still have many treasures! I can give them all to you!
"It's still a little worse."

Kalvetuwa was at his wit's end, and had nothing else to offer. However, after the silence that made him desperate and suffocated, he finally heard the beautiful voice from above that gave him hope of survival:

"Dance more wildly."

"Raise the biggest tsunami possible, and then you will be saved."

It froze, then swirled in the sea in ecstasy, and the jewels and gold coins it had rolled up fell down in pieces, like a heavy rain in the sea. The priests bathing in the rain did not understand why the god was so happy, but they also supported their broken bodies and prayed joyfully.

After sending the message.

The curse was accepted by the other party, and the Decayed King loosened his hand, and the broken thread dissipated in the air. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly spoke:
"Bernadette came here on her own initiative."

"What attracted you disappeared?"

"Whatever. Let's go back then."

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Next to a table with a lot of sundries, the "bald" Karat, sitting in an iron wheelchair, said to the tattooed man Edmonton with a look of regret:
"What a shame."

"Just a little bit... He didn't pick it up, he just touched it." Edmonton also sighed.

Karat looked at the slightly bent bone sword and said to himself enthusiastically:

"When an outsider picks up this holy sword, God will reappear on earth..."

Edmonton then knelt down, as if confessing to the gods.

As time went by, Karat and Edmonton suddenly heard two screams. They looked up and found that two of their companions had fallen straight down, their skin like weathered rocks, devoid of all moisture.

Karat and Edmonton looked at each other and felt a strange atmosphere.

They both straightened up at the same time and looked towards the table.

The milky white holy sword cracked with a snap and broke into countless small pieces.

Then, they heard the howling of the wind outside, and the open windows banged against the windowsills and walls crazily, so the people near the windows quickly closed them. The trees outside the windows almost fell to the ground, and the pedestrians on the road staggered here and there, and the dust filled the sky, as if a small sandstorm had blown up.

Is the Sea God scolding us for not doing our job well? They all felt panic at the same time.

"When an outsider picks up this holy sword, God will reappear on earth."

"But what if the holy sword breaks?"

These two sentences echoed in the minds of Karat and Edmonton, completely touching their blind spots of knowledge.

For dozens of seconds, they stared at the shattered holy sword with dull expressions, unable to speak.

They couldn't believe that the holy sword, which was only touched by an outsider in the evening, was broken so suddenly!
What does this mean? What does this represent? The two dared not think too deeply, as if they had returned to the past, when a secret base of the rebels was discovered by the Loen military and was swept without warning. Their fathers all died in the massacre, and their female relatives were abducted and sold to different places. Before receiving the bad news, Karat and Edmonton felt the same as they did now, with a mixture of precipitation, panic, expectation and uneasiness that turned into a strong repression.

"Go back to the jungle, find the high priest and find out the reason. Perhaps this is the latest revelation God has given us..." Karat turned the wheelchair and said in a deep voice.

Edmonton immediately stood up and said to the remaining men:
"You continue to look for those blasphemers, but don't stay here."

"Also, tell the believers outside not to hold any ceremonies or even pray in the near future!"

The unexpected turn of events made him extra vigilant.

They rushed out the door as fast as they could, and when they pushed the door open they were prepared for the storm. However, the moment the door opened, the hurricane suddenly stopped, the sound of the distant waves gradually stopped, and the whole town was so quiet that only the rustling of leaves remained.

If it weren't for the still swaying branches and the dust in the sky, it would seem as if the storm had never existed.

This… They looked at each other, even more unable to grasp the current situation.

……

Somewhere in the Rorsted Archipelago, on a secluded island.

The "mysterious queen" Bernadette Gustave was resting in one of her bases and sorting out intelligence clues when she suddenly felt her spirituality touched by something.

In doubt, she got up and went to her divination room, lifted the black cloth on the crystal ball, and sat down in front of it.

She closed her eyes like a fortune teller in folk legends, placed her hands on the outside of the crystal ball, and clasped them together vaguely through the air.

The "Master of Prophecy" closed his eyes, and the crystal ball slowly began to emit light.

Wow!

Faintly, Bernadette seemed to hear the sound of rushing tides and saw illusory waves in the crystal ball, as if a boundless, bottomless blue ocean had formed.

In the ocean, there was a huge, blue figure like a tall tower, supporting everything.

The blue-green tower collapsed and fell into the sea, creating huge waves.

The waves engulfed ships and islands and instantly destroyed coastal houses.

The waves turned into cascading tsunamis, sweeping up medium-sized and even large sailboats, rushing into the town and knocking down the white church.

The low-lying islands disappeared into the sea.

The illusory waves rushed towards Bernadette. She opened her eyes, the purple in them had not yet completely faded, and it seemed as if the vast ocean was still around her.

She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and soon calmed down.

This time the foreshadowing was very obvious, far more than the vague feeling she had during the "Backlund Great Smog". The time was very close, the place was very close, and she could even directly say the identity of the blue tower -

——The indigenous belief of the Rorsted Archipelago, the "Sea God" Kalvetuva!
Is this sea snake completely crazy? Has it finally decided to drag everything around it down with it?

Bernadette immediately felt the long-lost anger, but at the same time she thought of another person.

Yann "Sea King" Kottmann.

A disaster so obvious that it could inspire the prophet should not be something Aquaman could fail to feel.

Of course, whether he was willing to care was another matter. After all, the majority of the casualties were still the natives. As long as the Loon Residential Area and the Storm Parish were not in too much danger, the lives of those natives were not worth worrying about.

Bernadette's concern for the natives was also limited, but rather than disgust and disdain, she disliked their ignorance more.

If the tsunami was really launched successfully, not only the indigenous people, but also many ships and people would definitely be damaged. Assuming that he could stop Kalvetuwa or provide disaster relief to a certain extent, these casualties could be completely avoided.

After much deliberation, Bernadette decided to go to Bayam to take a look.

TBC
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