Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 631 Go
Given the actions of the Fallen Twilight, any life that could be recognized by it and come to the Twilight Ark must not be a good one.

But to be honest, in front of a madman like Wang Dao, whose moods are so unpredictable and whose thoughts are impossible to fathom, these villains are like green recruits.

Moreover, Wang Dao is quite powerful, and the Watchers have no intention of stopping him.

So, Sinke could only sigh inwardly. If he had known, he wouldn't have thought of making money off Wangdao in the first place.

Although this gentleman is generous, his temperament is truly unfathomable...

And so, he led Sink back into the cellar, and before entering the third level, Wangdao suddenly turned to look at Sink.

"What was the name of the guy who kidnapped your mother and sister?"

Upon hearing this, Sink was somewhat confused: "His name is Yebian, sir... what is this?"

"After I get up here, I'll go to your hometown."

"I'm not in a good mood right now."

After calmly finishing speaking, Wang Dao walked towards the lower level of the cellar.

The candlekeeper gave him something to deliver to Sink, but after consulting with the storyteller far away, he decided to take a different approach.

That means finding a reason to go directly to Sink's hometown.

After all, every minute and every second on the Twilight Ark, he could be under the "close watch" of the Fallen Twilight, and he couldn't let this mission affect his main task next.

Xin Ke didn't react immediately after hearing Wang Dao's words, but he quickly understood what Wang Dao meant and was startled.

This sir seems to be planning to help him get rid of the Jebian threat in his hometown!
If it's this person... perhaps it really is possible!
Thinking of this, Sink couldn't help but feel a little excited.

However, despite his joy, Sink couldn't help but hesitate.

……

The cellar has three levels.

Wang Dao glanced around, then randomly picked up an earthenware jar and jumped in, letting the strange liquid envelop his entire body and repair his "injuries."

At this moment, the muddy, gray spirit reappeared, leaning against the earthenware jar beneath him, and let out a low laugh.

You don't seem to be in a good mood.

"Hmm... you're injured. Why aren't you recovering within the candlelight's glow?"

"Let me guess, perhaps your compatriots discovered the abnormality of your body, and they themselves were also rejected by the candlelight..."

"Tsk tsk... Such an excellent warrior, discarded like trash just because of some insignificant flaw in his body... How pathetic..."

The mud-ash spirit's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, while also speculating about the origin of Wang Dao's injuries.

Wang Dao responded calmly to this.

"roll."

"How irritable... but understandable, hehe." The mud-ash spirit's voice was irritating, but it had no intention of leaving.

Only when crimson power began to gush out of the earthenware jar like a fountain did he take two steps back.

"Oh, don't get excited."

"I'll leave now."

"However, I believe we will meet again soon."

Seemingly sensing Wang Dao's extreme rage, the mud-ash spirit gradually disappeared into the mud and ash on the ground, but its voice still carried a sense of confidence.

Clearly, Wang Dao's "rage" was, in his view, a direct result of being hit where it hurt.

This naturally further "confirmed" his suspicions.

As the storyteller thought, a sophisticated lie is not about captivating rhetoric, but about guiding the other person's thinking.

Seeing him leave, Wang Dao narrowed his eyes, calmed his breathing, and began to recover peacefully through the earthenware pot.

However, during this soaking process, he encountered a small accident.

"The world should end..." "The outdated rules of the old era will perish along with the stagnant gods..."

"When the flames fall, Ragnarok will come..."

A murmur, like a dreamlike whisper, echoed in Wangdao's ears, faint yet persistent.

At the same time, a strange force, like invisible fingers, began to manipulate Wangdao's emotions, making him feel inexplicably restless.

However, both the murmurs and the emotional turmoil were very subtle and difficult to detect.

If Wang Dao hadn't always been quite sensitive to this kind of thing, he might not have even noticed it.

'So this is the anomaly in the liquid in the jar that Sink mentioned…'

Wang Dao's expression remained calm.

Although he was well aware of this, he had no intention of leaving the strange earthenware jar.

On the contrary, he needs to come here more often...

Before long, he broke free from the unknown liquid, climbed out of the earthenware jar, and found Sink waiting there again.

Honestly, if this were any other time, Sink would definitely not have let this short period of time pass by to make money.

But now, Sink has made up his mind.

"Shall we set off now, sir?"

Do you need to make some adequate preparations?

Sink couldn't help but ask.

"For me, killing requires no preparation."

"lead the way."

To Sink, that cold and sinister tone sounded incredibly pleasant at that moment.

"Yes, my lord!"

After suppressing his excitement and anticipation, he walked ahead of Wangdao, even temporarily suppressing the strange sensations in his body.

The two soon arrived at the twilight altar.

According to Sink, they were also given burnt tiles by the Fallen Dusk, which allowed them to move through certain areas, but their burnt tiles could only be used in specific areas.

After taking out his burnt tile, Sink was about to reach out to Wangdao.

But after a pause, he vigorously rubbed his body with his hands, his expression restrained and cautious.

"My lord, please forgive my offense... If you are to travel to my hometown, you must contact me. I hope this will not displease you..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dao said with some annoyance, "Alright, enough nonsense, let's not waste time."

Then he extended his hand.

Sink, who was scolded, was not angry at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky.

The next moment, the burnt tiles were activated, and black and dark yellow began to intertwine, enveloping the two people's bodies and gradually disappearing.

Inside the Hall of Fallen Flames at Dusk.

The God-Supporter, who was leaning against the armrests of the chair and resting his head on them, slowly opened his eyes at that moment.

Upon seeing this, the Fire-Dweller wearing a white earthenware pot on his head hurriedly said respectfully, "Although there were some unexpected events during the transformation process, as you predicted, he is indeed being repelled by the candlelight."

“If the transformation could be completed directly, there wouldn’t be so much trouble…” The God-Substitute shook his head slightly, seemingly regretful: “But perhaps this is for the best, he can still return to the Candlelight… Go, continue to observe, pay attention to his every move…”

He regretted the failure of the transformation of the Dao, but the situation of the candlelight and the fallen fire intertwined might be of great use.

Of course, this is all predicated on the other party actually being able to use them...

(End of this chapter)