Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 333, Part 332: The Mist, The Return

The Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Severing Talisman—which the Spirit-Binding Official prefers to call the Door-Closing and Dog-Beating Talisman.

This divine talisman, crafted by the Spirit Lord himself, is like his authority; it can protect him and also trap enemies.

Poor God of Mist, the god most skilled at manipulating directions, is now at his wit's end.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain had just feigned weakness, severely injuring the Seven-Colored Scales, waiting for the moment when the God of Mist would deliberately crash into her.

From the very beginning, Lady Fengyu's purpose in today's battle was very clear.

Having fought the Seven-Colored Scales for so many years, the Wind and Rain Goddess knew that this big fish was not so easy to kill, but the God of Mist was not so sure.

Xi Jun and Shi Shen have not appeared for many years. Now their leader is missing and the Eastern Gods are not united, while the Western Gods are restless.

This alliance between the God of Mist and the Seven-Colored Scales is a test by the Western gods.

If Xi Jun still doesn't appear, then take the opportunity to target the Goddess of Wind and Rain. The Goddess of Wind and Rain's faith extends throughout the coastal areas of the Eastern Continent, making her the most suitable point of attack.

Even if Xi Jun appears, it doesn't matter. He will simply back down and retreat temporarily, downplaying the situation and deflecting it to a conflict of faith amidst the fog and storm.

But the Goddess of Wind and Rain did not want the Western God to have his way.

Knowing that Xi Jun had indeed disappeared and that the Western God's wolfish ambitions had become apparent, she decided to take advantage of this opportunity to turn the tables on him, first cutting off one of his arms to suppress him with force and intimidate him, so that the Western God would not dare to act rashly.

It will also teach them that whether Xi Jun is here or not, the Eastern Continent is not something they can easily touch.

The God of Mist is the arm that the Goddess of Wind and Rain was determined to sever.

Right now, that arm is already under her knife.

"Your Majesty, we should have a talk."

Although he tried his best to maintain the composure expected of a gentleman, the panic in the eyes of the God of Mist was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain didn't care about gentlemanly manners; her soft sword pierced out like a white snake spitting its tongue, twisting around the neck of the God of Mist.

Mist swirled at the fracture point, and the sword strike did not cause any real damage.

But the God of Mist's expression turned even uglier, for the gale had already invaded his body and was raging within him.

He wanted to say something more, but the Goddess of Wind and Rain didn't give him a chance to speak.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain raised her fair wrist, her slender arm gripping the throat of the God of Mist.

The power of wind and rain was mobilized, and divine power poured out.

In the horrified gaze of the God of Mist, his body began to melt away as the rain soaked him, and the raging winds within him were tearing his flesh and internal organs apart inch by inch.

His limbs trembled slightly as he instinctively tried to struggle, but due to the restriction of the Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Severing Talisman, he couldn't even move.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain acted swiftly and decisively, without any hesitation. In just a few breaths, the God of Mist was melted into a bloody mess, barely recognizable as a human form.

After a while, the God of Mist stopped trembling, and the Goddess of Wind and Rain squeezed down with her five fingers.

Bang!
The gale detonated from within, and the God of Mist was blasted into a rain of blood.

An object emitting a hazy fluorescent glow fell from mid-air, and the Goddess of Wind and Rain caught it in her hand.

Looking down, this object is shimmering and round, like a thicker coin.

It is indeed a divine status.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain looked down and saw that the runes on her divine form resembled the pattern of a compass.

As the image came into view, a look of confusion flashed in the eyes of the Wind and Rain Goddess, and she stood frozen in place—many neglected memories seemed to have been instantly veiled off and flooded into her mind.

puff!
A curved hook appeared from behind, its pointed end piercing the Wind and Rain Goddess's throat. The attacker tore horizontally with a "ripping" sound, spraying out a cloud of blood mist.

Before the Goddess of Wind and Rain could turn around, gunshots rang out one after another.

boom!
The bullet struck from behind, then exited through her heart, and blood blossomed on the chest of the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

Her shoulders swayed slightly, and then her whole body turned into rain and fell to the ground.

The rainwater from afar gathered and reappeared the figure of the Goddess of Wind and Rain, but her wounds had not healed. The bloody flesh was shrouded in mist, like maggots clinging to bones, hindering her recovery.

The Wind and Rain Goddess ignored her injuries and stared at the figure opposite her with a solemn expression.

He was a burly man with a slightly hunched back, dressed in clothes that seemed out of place in this era.

He had a stubble beard, and his long, wet, curly hair hung down on his face like seaweed, with a sinister look peeking through the gaps in his hair.

His clothes looked quite old and were rather shabby—the brim of his tricorn hat was badly worn, his double-breasted wool coat was full of wrinkles, his riding breeches were stained with large patches of dark brown dirt, and his tall leather boots were covered in black mud, with the brass rivets on the heels oxidized and turned black.

His right hand held a flintlock pistol, while his left hand, severed at the elbow, was replaced by a gleaming hook.

Like a pirate captain who crawled out of the wreckage of a ship in the deep sea.

"Wind and rain... it's been a long time."

He smirked and greeted us, his hoarse voice like the scraping of rusty iron.

"It's been a long time indeed."

The Goddess of Wind and Rain pressed her lips tightly together: "So long that I've forgotten you..."

"...Mist."

Thick fog rose up, breaking through the rain and converging on the old pirate. At his feet appeared huge pirate ships, and countless cannons were aimed at the Wind and Rain Goddess.

The old pirate stood atop the foremost ram, one foot planted on the skull totem's head, letting out a wild and arrogant laugh: "Hahahaha! That's right! Now you remember!"

The Goddess of Wind and Rain said in a deep voice, "So, you have concealed a piece of history just for this moment."

The old pirate raised his hook and pointed it at us, grinning maliciously with wide eyes: "It's worth it, isn't it? I love deals that make a fortune!"

The Goddess of Wind and Rain looked at the divine essence in her hand—the one who had just died by her hand was not the true God of Mist, but his subordinate god, the guiding god.

Does he know your plans?

The Goddess of Wind and Rain was curious about this.

The old pirate—or rather, the true god of the mist—laughed loudly several times, “Him? My poor Hector, of course he doesn’t know. He too is blinded by the mist, so he naturally assumes that he really is the god of the mist.”

"But his death was worthwhile, wasn't it?"

The God of Mist used the muzzle of his gun to lift the brim of his hat and raised his eyebrows at the Goddess of Wind and Rain: "If it weren't for him, I might be the one dead now."

On the sea beneath his feet, the enormous body of the Seven-Colored Scales resurfaced. He first examined the God of Mist, then looked at the Goddess of Wind and Rain again—as long as he could get revenge, he didn't care who his partner was.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain noticed this.

She pondered for a moment, then lightly flicked the blade with her finger.

He uttered, "Summon them."

She also needs to find help.

(End of this chapter)