Chapter 149: A “Drama”

Chapter 149: A “Drama”

The Rose School of Thought demigod hidden in the gloomy corner was wrapped in a hooded black robe. His face was covered by a mask with a golden base painted in red and black stripes. It was impossible to tell whether he was fat or thin, but he was absolutely not short—at least 1.8 meters tall.

After using the sealed artifact of the Marauder pathway to steal Tutanthis II’s coffin before him, his body immediately faded into transparency, stretching and extending as if becoming a thick, long, soft rope.

This nearly illusory “rope” swiftly coiled toward the heavy golden coffin, intending to drag it into the spirit world.

Just then, violent wind suddenly rang beside the ears of the Rose School of Thought demigod. It collided with the air, producing explosions like thunder.

Boom!

Tutanthis II’s golden coffin was directly flung away. The transparent “rope” wrapped around its surface instantly snapped apart and shrank back into human form.

The Rose School of Thought demigod first drifted uncontrollably upward and sideways. Then he transformed into the form of a Wraith—no, an evil spirit—letting the fierce winds pass through his body so he would no longer be carried along.

He saw currents of air whirling rapidly in ring after ring. An uncontrollable tornado abruptly rose from the ground, sweeping stones, gravel, miscellaneous objects, and parts of the pier buildings’ rooftops into the air at the same time. Even the carriage that had previously run on its own, because it was nearby, was lifted and torn apart in the wind, breaking into chunks of wood.

Seemingly by luck, yet actually quite naturally, the dark area where the Rose School of Thought demigod had originally hidden had no Loen soldiers and was far away from the main roads.

The woman in the black evening gown and thorn crown, blocked by the tornado, could not help swaying backward. She was unable to immediately rush toward the golden coffin that had been hurled into the air. She could only follow the momentum, turn sideways, and cast her gaze toward a warehouse at a very distant position outside the pier area.

Immediately afterward, she looked back toward the Rose School of Thought demigod, because the other party was not affected by the tornado.

“Imprison!” The woman, who likewise wore a golden mask, raised her left hand and clenched the enemy’s figure within her vision.

That Rose School of Thought demigod possessed extremely strong spiritual intuition and could receive premonitions of danger from the spirit world at any time. Half a step ahead, he used Mirror Blink and jumped onto a piece of shattered glass seventy to eighty meters away.

At that moment, the tornado seemed to lose the power that sustained it and swiftly calmed.

Clatter, clatter, clatter! One object after another that had been swept up fell to the ground. Among them was Tutanthis II’s golden coffin.

Bang!

It smashed out a crater. Its structure, already close to collapse within the tornado, completely broke apart.

The topmost coffin lid flew away, and funerary gold and gemstones splashed in all directions along with the first two layers of the coffin.

Then the lowest coffin rolled a few times, dropping golden boxes and jade jars that contained shriveled organs.

A corpse wrapped all over in yellow-brown linen bandages tumbled out as well. Its surface had been stained by a dark-red liquid mixed with grease.

This was the mummy made from Tutanthis II after his death. It was extremely emaciated. On its face was a mask similar to that of the Rose School of Thought demigod, with a golden base and colored patterns. In the positions of its eye sockets were embedded two extraordinarily pure black gemstones.

As soon as the mummy appeared, the surroundings seemed to darken a little. The main body of the golden coffin also stopped moving, and gurgling dark-red liquid flowed from within, soaking the soil near the crater.

The Rose School of Thought demigod holding the Marauder pathway sealed artifact was first enraged upon seeing this. Then he seemed to think of something, and his eyes filled with delight.

His figure abruptly vanished from the shattered glass. He was about to blink to the two black gemstone “eyes” of Tutanthis II, then possess and control the mummy, using it as the main body to enter the spirit world.

Suddenly, within his perception and within his evil-spirit vision, that mummy vanished.

At the same time, the mummy of Tutanthis II, with its golden crown tilted atop its head, suddenly sprang upright. It turned the face embedded with black gemstones toward one of Pritz Harbor’s lighthouses.

From the throat of this pharaoh, who had been dead for an unknown number of centuries, came a terrifying sound that did not belong to humans. His withered legs, wrapped in yellow-brown bandages, took large strides as he began sprinting away.

He seemed to be defecting to freedom. But he had forgotten one thing:

He was a corpse. A corpse ought to lie quietly.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The mummy of Tutanthis II completed its acceleration the instant it started running.

Seeing this, the woman in the evening gown and thorn crown raised her right palm and pointed it at the mutated mummy.

“All the dead shall sleep,” she said in ancient Hermes.

Bang!

Tutanthis II’s mummy exerted force with both feet, leaping into the air and jumping in another direction. With an agility entirely unbefitting a corpse, he escaped the region where the dead were bound to slumber.

Farther away, the black-haired, golden-eyed man chasing the Silent One Mahmos saw his pupils contract. The ring on his hand once again burst with crystalline light.

His figure immediately Teleported to the front of the mummy, attempting to stop the deceased from leaving.

Yet Tutanthis II changed direction again, rushing past from another angle.

He constantly altered his course forward, seemingly moving without pattern while taking the lighthouse as his objective.

The Silent One Mahmos’s heart stirred. His figure abruptly vanished, blinking onto a piece of shattered glass not far from the mummy.

Using that as a springboard, he finally succeeded in letting his figure appear upon the two black gemstones in Tutanthis II’s eye sockets.

Although the Loen military demigod had previously forbidden attachment to objects, the pharaoh mummy of the Highland Kingdom was not a pure object. It had a little residual spirit within it!

Seeing his companion succeed, the Rose School of Thought demigod who controlled the Marauder pathway sealed artifact did not hesitate. He stretched out his black-gloved left hand toward the woman in the evening gown, clenched it into a fist in midair, and turned it half a circle.

The woman instantly fell into a one-second daze. Immediately afterward, she was tightly bound by her own evening gown and fixed where she stood. Almost at the same time, the Loen soldiers on the distant warehouse rooftops lost control of their rifles. One after another, they aimed in her direction and pulled the triggers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The steel monsters with thick cannon barrels also fired shells toward the woman in the evening gown.

The golden-eyed Loen military demigod did not try to rescue his companion. Instead, he looked toward the Tutanthis II mummy, which had stopped moving because Mahmos had possessed it. His right hand clenched into a fist and swung sharply downward.

“Execution!”

A flash of joy crossed his eyes, because it would not matter if the mummy died again—but the same was not true for Mahmos!

On the other side, the bullets and shells were just about to strike the woman in the evening gown when they suddenly slowed, as though sinking into a swamp made of air and being repelled by the force of law.

Above the woman’s head, the thorn crown suddenly shone, squandering more than half of the “ocean of light” it had previously accumulated.

The hooded Rose School of Thought demigod immediately discovered that the not-so-close distance between himself and the woman had vanished all at once. It had been fundamentally erased. In other words, he had “come” directly before the woman in the evening gown and saw her lift her right hand.

Within that right hand, pure light gathered, forming a blazing spear. At the front of the spear, two pure-white wings unfolded, angelically surrounding the tip.

The Rose School of Thought demigod’s pupils abruptly widened. He heard the footsteps of death. He tried to use Mirror Blink to leap away, only to discover that the surroundings had been sealed by those wings whose feathers were pure white.

Intense fear surged out, assaulting his reason, trying to make him give up resistance toward the source and the power.

At that moment, a sharp, miserable wail abruptly rang out. The pupils of the woman in the evening gown briefly lost focus.

The blazing spear in her right hand shifted away and could no longer remain stable. It disintegrated into sheets of brilliant light that swept upward like a storm.

Near the mummy of Tutanthis II, the Silent One Mahmos had already been forced out. Beside him dropped a filthy cloth doll.

On the chest of this cloth doll was now a wound that nearly ran straight through it.

It stood up. Its eyeless face seemed to gain life, becoming abnormally twisted and ferocious. From its mouth came incessant, mournful cries, making the nearby golden-eyed demigod of the Loen Kingdom seem as though an invisible hand had seized him by the throat. He struggled desperately in midair, kicking and flinging his legs.

It was precisely because of this cloth doll that Mahmos had not been “executed,” and that the other Rose School of Thought demigod had not been struck by the blazing spear.

Seeing this, the latter immediately used Mirror Blink, drawing close to the Tutanthis II mummy, which was still focused on the lighthouse’s direction. He prepared to seize the opportunity and join forces with Mahmos to accomplish the objective of this operation.

At that moment, the woman in the evening gown once again erased the distance and appeared directly above the area. The thorn crown atop her head radiated the purest light.

She pressed her right hand downward and declared, “Mystery weakens here. Reality strengthens!”

As soon as her voice fell, the bloodstained filthy cloth doll immediately lost its expression and stopped its shrill wailing. The golden-eyed Loen military demigod finally gained a chance to breathe and forcefully pulled apart the cursed hand clutching his throat.

From this moment onward, the powers of these demigods would weaken at a fairly rapid rate, while attacks originating from reality would swiftly strengthen.

In other words, the Loen soldiers on the surrounding warehouse roofs and the steam chariots slowly approaching on their tracks would become the deciding factors of the battle!

For the Loen military, this effectively magnified their own advantage to the extreme.

Mahmos and the other Rose School of Thought demigod reacted at once. One wanted to possess the mummy. The other attempted to pick up the eyeless cloth doll, then flee before his powers weakened to a certain extent.

Naturally, the woman in the evening gown and the golden-eyed demigod could not allow the enemies to do as they wished. But just as they were about to act, a streak of flowing light rose into the air in the distance and burst into dreamlike multicolored fireworks.

Immediately afterward, the spiritual intuition of both demigods was stirred at the same time, and they turned to look in the opposite direction.

A hand wearing a transparent glove reached out from the void near Tutanthis II’s golden coffin and grabbed a clump of soil soaked in dark-red liquid.

That liquid was the mixture of Tutanthis II’s brain matter and bodily fluids, the ritual material used to maintain spirituality. And the latter included blood plasma!

Mahmos and the Rose School of Thought demigod holding the Marauder pathway sealed artifact also looked in that direction. They happened to see a figure dressed in formalwear and wearing a top hat outline itself into existence.

The figure was bending down to pick up the clump of soil soaked full of dark-red liquid.

Throughout the process, his right hand remained pressed against the left side of his chest, as though he were saluting the several demigods. Then, maintaining that posture, he raised his head, revealing a face covered by an iron-gray mask, and swiftly faded into transparency before vanishing.