Mystery: A Spark

"Good heavens, just how much hatred does this guy attract?"

……

Beaches in the Gargas Islands.

While the various factions were locked in a standoff at sea, Arthur was also engaged in a fierce battle with his enemies.

After being corrupted, he no longer faced much pressure in dealing with the demons in front of him, but the key issue was that his sense of crisis was growing stronger and stronger.

This suggests that an even more terrifying enemy is likely approaching.

Therefore, eager to eliminate the enemy and escape, Arthur had no choice but to resort to his old tricks and try to trade injury for life again.

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, the demon suddenly kicked Arthur, using the force of Arthur's block to leap backward, while simultaneously shouting in ancient Hermes:

"captivity!"

Instantly, Arthur's body froze in place, as if layers of transparent barriers had appeared around him.

After restricting Arthur's movements, the devil turned and ran without hesitation, without looking back.

But just when Arthur thought the guy could escape and he could take the opportunity to run away, an arrow crackling with dazzling lightning suddenly flew at high speed and pierced straight into the back of the devil's head.

Upon seeing this, Arthur frowned immediately.

He wasn't angry because his head had been stolen, but rather astonished that such an attack hadn't alerted the devil to the danger and caused him to retreat.

Logically speaking, the Abyss Path's danger perception ability is quite powerful, and this kind of direct attack should have alerted the demons.

And now that I think about it, the devil's sudden decision to run away didn't seem to be because it sensed Arthur's intention to fight it to the death, nor did it sense the arrival of Shatas.

So the question is, what is it afraid of?

"Are you... Arthur?" Shatas flew over, her body wreathed in a whirlwind. She looked down at the humanoid creature shrouded in black mist and asked with some uncertainty.

“It’s me,” Arthur replied. “Is Edwina here too?”

His body began to shrink, gradually returning to his original youthful appearance.

“She seems to have other things to do. She had already left the Golden Dream when I arrived, but she asked me to give you a message.” Shatas landed on the ground.

"What did you say?" Arthur asked.

“She said you need to seize the opportunity,” Shatas said, looking somewhat puzzled. “I don’t quite understand what that means. Could you explain it to me?”

“I understand. As for the explanation, I will tell you after this battle is over,” Arthur said with a smile.

He pulled out Lemanor's Travel Notes from the emblem, preparing to make a getaway with Shatas.

The situation here is now in complete chaos. Arthur is unsure who is behind this whole affair, or whether the situation is still under their control.

But no matter what, he had to find a way to save his own life first.

As for what Edwina said about "seizing the opportunity," let's talk about that later. Right now, our lives are more important.

Arthur reached out to open Lemanor's travel journal, but at that moment he felt tremendous resistance.

He can't open it!

"Shatas, run!" Arthur shouted decisively, then quickly escaped into the distance using several leaps through flames.

Shatas didn't know what had happened, but she quickly flew to Arthur and carried him away.

Not long after they escaped, the sky above suddenly darkened, and an arm reached out!

This arm is ten meters long, with a black, sticky surface and strange protrusions.

They have skulls, three-dimensional eyes, or tongues with sharp teeth; the moment they appear, they kill all the creatures on the beach.

As Arthur was carried away from the beach, he turned around, looked at the terrifying presence that had descended upon him, and couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, is it really necessary? Did I rob your ancestral graves or something? Why would you send Søren to mess with me?"

Chapter 274 Oh, heavens, how have you treated me so cruelly?

"Do you think this kid will survive today?"

In a forest somewhere in the Carcas Islands, a tall, thin young man with good features but pale complexion stroked his chin and spoke.

The man appeared to have Southern Continent ancestry and also had red hair, making him look quite strange.

After he spoke, a bloody gash suddenly appeared on his pale left cheek.

The gash was wide open, like a mouth gaping shut, revealing two rows of illusory white teeth inside:

"Wouldn't it be better if he died? We are lacking in extraordinary traits right now. I can already sense the essence of the Iron Blood Knight in him, which would be a great supplement to us."

At this moment, a bloody mouth also appeared on the man's right cheek.

Its mouth opened and closed, emitting a sneer:

"Hey, if you want to die, go by yourself. Don't drag us down with you. Don't you know what the situation is like now? You're still thinking about getting extraordinary traits?"

"This kid is like a hornet's nest. Stir it and a whole bunch of them will come. I suspect that if this situation continues, it might even break out into a war of gods."

Upon hearing this, the mouth on the left immediately sneered:

"Ha, come on, a war of gods? In this era, how could a true god just personally intervene?"

"Wasn't that the beginning of this year?" the right-hand mouth retorted.

The left side of the mouth fell silent.

The man raised his hand to rub his cheek, making his mouth disappear, and laughed:

"There's no need to exaggerate like that. A divine war is probably impossible. If this kid really dies here today, we can try to fish in troubled waters. That would save us a lot of trouble."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the colors around him suddenly became richer, the reds became redder, the whites became whiter, and the yellows became yellower, creating a strange oil painting.

Just as the man was about to make a move, he saw a figure appear in front of him.

The figure was of medium height, dressed in a white shirt and tailcoat, with a half-high silk hat, bronze skin, and a mole near his ear.

Azik Eggers has arrived!

The moment he appeared, the man who had been so relaxed just moments before suddenly seemed to have encountered his nemesis, and his expression instantly became tense.

At the same time, mouths reappeared on both sides of his cheeks, but strangely, this time they did not make a sound.

Azik glanced at the man before him, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, and asked calmly:

"What brings you three hiding here?"

"Well, actually, we just wanted to watch the show, there's nothing we wanted to do." The man rubbed his mouth again and forced a stiff smile.

“It’s fine to just watch the show, but be careful not to become part of it yourself,” Azik said, looking at the man in front of him.

"Hehe, no, no, we have no intention of going on stage as actors." The man chuckled dryly.

"That's good." Azik shifted his gaze from the man to the terrifying arm in the distant sky, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He did not go to the battlefield, but stood to the side of the man, subtly separating him from the battlefield.

The man didn't dare to make any move and could only obediently become a spectator.

……

Gargas Beach.

The moment Seu'a's arm appeared in the sky, this place turned into a land of death.

Fortunately, Arthur had already escaped far enough with Shatasai that he wasn't too affected.

But the crisis was not over yet, because the god Nieceea was clearly not satisfied with just sending down an arm.

Behind the arms was a twisted and horrifying body.

Søe is like a giant tree that has been doused with oil, its outstretched branches supported by numerous arms that protrude one strange thing after another.

On the "tree trunk," one after another bloodshot black and white eyes rolled around, looking quite grotesque.

However, after Sear descended, before He could do anything, many floating cannons suddenly appeared all around.

These floating cannons emitted eerie green rays of light, rapidly exploding the black and white eyeballs on Sear's body.

Suddenly, Sear let out a roar that shook the very soul, attempting to bring the surrounding floating cannons under its control.

But He failed because these floating cannons were not inanimate objects, but each had been given a soul.

On the beach below, as Searle was entangled with the floating cannons, a female figure shrouded in icy death energy appeared.

Bernadette looked at the floating cannons in the air, her eyes slightly narrowed. She knew very well whose work these things were.

The problem is, that person shouldn't have arrived faster than her, unless he already knew what was going to happen here and had made preparations in advance.

Bernadette's expression darkened slightly. She flew into the air, her longsword pointing at Siea, and shouted in ancient Hermes:

"This is Sparta!"

In an instant, a huge phantom of an ancient arena descended from the sky, encircling Bernadette and Searna's massive bodies.

A fairytale magic, the "Spartacus Arena"!

It can forcibly confine the caster and others together unless the caster voluntarily dispels the spell.

Of course, if the being imprisoned is far more powerful than the caster, then force can be used to break free of the restraints.

But it is clear that Søeze does not meet this condition.

Although His status is higher than Bernadette's, it is not yet overwhelmingly superior.

Therefore, He cannot leave in a short period of time.

Judging solely from its effects, the fairytale magic of the "Spartacus Arena" seems to be designed for one-on-one duels between people and their opponents.

In reality, the shameless thing about this magic is that, with the caster's permission, it can add people in midway through the spell.

For example, a handsome young man appears here at this moment.

Tall and imposing, with a handsome, sculpted face and chestnut hair, Bonova suddenly appeared and entered the arena without any hindrance.

This is a two-on-one situation.

Or rather, it was Søren Kiss who took on the two siblings alone.

"You knew about this all along?" Bernadette asked in a hoarse voice that seemed to send shivers down one's spine.