pertwk Chapter 127 Calamity 1
Chapter 127 Calamity 1
Chapter 127 Calamity 1
As the two sides remained deadlocked, Butis's figure "appeared" in various parts of the house, creating one illusory door after another to banish the night watchmen of the Church of the Night and the ordinary workers in the association at will.
Saint Anthony tried to stop him, but one illusory door after another appeared in front of him, followed by a burst of extraordinary abilities that briefly blocked his way.
It was a very brief moment, but enough for "The Saint of Mysteries" Butis to send away his true target.
In a corner of the second-floor corridor, Boutis "appeared" and placed a hand on the shoulder of Lanius, who was only wearing a thin linen shirt. Then, the two figures disappeared from the spot with some difficulty.
Saint Anthony emerged from the darkness, watching the figures of Boutis and Lanius disappear, and said in a deep voice:
"Misfortune will be with you!"
The surrounding darkness rippled slightly, as if in response to his words.
This caused a sense of unease to flash through Butis's heart as he tried to teleport away with Lanius. He felt his spirit becoming heavy, as if he were carrying a shackle.
Fortunately, his teleportation was successful, before the vessel for the "True Creator's" arrival was discovered and destroyed.
At the dock, in the spirit realm corresponding to the East Bayron Shipyard, several pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes gently fluttered, stirring up a silent "storm" in the spirit realm piled with countless brightly colored blocks.
This "storm" coincidentally affected the "Secret Saints" Butis and Lanuus, who were actually teleported.
This caused them to deviate from their neat coordinates and were forced to separate.
The one who started all of this, Sirion, glanced at the deep, tranquil darkness that always covered the surroundings, bowed slightly, and then withdrew from the spirit world.
On the top floor of the clock tower, Cyril's figure was quickly outlined in the pitch-black night.
Klein, standing nearby, looked him over curiously: "Is this spirit world travel? What were you doing just now?"
Looking towards the dark and quiet direction of the workers' union, Sirion said in a deep voice:
"I was called to help with a small favor. That person didn't want Lanluus to leave alive, or rather, didn't want him to leave alive with the special mark on his body."
"Saint Anthony could not stop 'The Saint of Mysteries' Butis, but he also left him and Lanius with profound misfortune."
"And I was like a butterfly, flapping my wings from afar, bringing a storm to the teleporting 'Mystic Saint' and Lanius."
"Now, they should be scattered in different parts of the city, suffering or about to suffer new calamities."
He paused, then chuckled at Klein, "I'm quite interested in the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Arcanist.' I'll go see if I can snag a bargain."
After he finished speaking, pairs of transparent, wing-like membranes, resembling dragonfly wings, appeared behind him.
With a gentle flap of his fairy-like wings, his figure vanished from Klein's sight in the blink of an eye, like a canvas fading into color.
Klein glanced enviously at the spot where Sirion had disappeared, waited quietly for two seconds, then took four steps backward and entered the gray fog.
He wasn't sure if Cyril's words were a deliberate leak or an unintentional remark, but since someone didn't want Lanluus to leave alive, he had a chance to take revenge, even if that revenge itself was a blade wielded by some being against Lanluus.
In the blink of an eye, he had already conjured up paper and pen and written down the following divination phrase:
Lanius's current location!
In the St. George district, outside the St. Hillland Cathedral, the flower square is filled with machines of all sizes, some sophisticated and some simple, resembling a technology museum.
Wearing a mysterious black robe, the "Sage of Mystery" Butis, with a wolf-fox-like figure, fell out of the void.
"Damn it, how could a spatial storm have arisen in the spirit world?"
As he grumbled through gritted teeth, a deep, boundless starry sky was reflected in his dark eyes.
A few breaths later, the deep starry sky in his eyes disappeared, and the already unpleasant expression on his face became even more irritable.
His divination failed, even with the aura of the "True Creator" emanating from Lanius as the divination condition, and even without any interference, his divination still unfortunately failed.
It was as if the entire spirit world was rejecting him and unwilling to let him obtain this information.
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The roar of steam interrupted his attempt.
An elderly man, wearing a white priest's robe and a clergy hat, with a jetpack on his back, gazed at him from mid-air.
Archbishop Horamik Hayden of St. Hillland Church, head of the Backlund diocese of the Steam Church.
His entire left arm was replaced by a small-caliber mystical cannon, its muzzle pointed directly at "The Saint of Mysteries" Butis, where scalding energy was rapidly gathering.
Boutis's face darkened; he hadn't expected to be spotted by the archbishop as soon as he appeared outside the church.
...No, why didn't I think about leaving here immediately, but instead went to occupy Lanius's position first?
...Are there hidden "audience members" here?
As his thoughts drifted, his figure suddenly became illusory, transforming into one illusory door after another, while his true form continuously appeared behind the "doors".
After carefully setting up his defenses, he looked at Horamik Hayden, who was still charging the cannon in mid-air, and a phantom book slowly turning its pages was reflected in his eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
After a short chant, the surrounding darkness and shadows suddenly came to life and took on a physical form, condensing into tentacles, blades, and gaping black maws, before surging toward Horamik in mid-air.
This is the "Shadow Mastery" he recorded at the demigod level!
On the outermost edge of the surging darkness, Cyril's figure quietly emerged.
He looked at the large swaths of shadows that had come to life in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a piece of drawing paper from his pocket.
On the drawing paper, he "took out" that sun that looked like a child's doodle.
Suddenly, a dazzling but not scorching light illuminated the entire Flower Square, the St. Hillland Cathedral in front of it, and the whole street, turning the surroundings into a pure white.
Under the blinding light, the shadows that had come to life on the square quickly became transparent and then disappeared without a trace.
Boom! Boom!
Two cannon shots rang out almost simultaneously. In the blinding light, Butis felt only a brief sting before losing all feeling in his lower body.
"How...is this possible?"
He looked somewhat blankly behind him, where, in his inspiration, another Horamik Hayden appeared.
"Is this what calamity is?"
He uttered a weak whisper, his body collapsed to the ground, but he did not die; in fact, he was still quite energetic.
This was a gift from the 'True Creator,' granting him some of the qualities of a 'Rose Bishop' and a vitality far exceeding that of an ordinary 'Apprentice-Path Demigod.'
As long as it doesn't involve the spirit, and his life force isn't instantly extinguished, he won't die easily.
Before the next artillery barrage struck him, his eyes once again reflected the illusory, slowly turning pages of a book.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
A gigantic, ethereal, mercury-silver serpent appeared in mid-air, then bit its own tail.
This forms a complete rotating wheel.
A silvery light enveloped the surroundings, and everything began to rewind.
First, Butis's body returned to its whole form, then the surrounding area was bathed in pure white light. The light disappeared, the shadows that had vanished from the square reappeared, and Cyril's figure disappeared at the edge of the square.
"The Reset of Fate!"
Having exhausted the angelic-level abilities recorded from "Angel of Fate" Urolius and rewound everything, "Saint of Mystery" Butis looked back at the direction of the church door with a grim expression.
The second Holamike Hayden came out from there and struck him unexpectedly from behind.
After a brief pause, his figure quickly faded and disappeared from the spot.
He could still feel the heaviness in his own spirit. The "Reset of Fate" by the "Angel of Fate" had failed to remove the calamity from his body. He could not stay in Backlund any longer, otherwise he might be sniped by a passing demigod at any time, or unfortunately step into a trap set by an angel.
After the figure of "The Saint of Mysteries" Butis disappeared, Horamik slowly landed in mid-air.
He did not choose to pursue or intercept; he could neither stop nor catch up with a "mystic" who was determined to escape.
For a fleeting moment, he felt he understood the feelings of Ace Snake, the "Singer of God" from the Church of Storms.