Chapter 248: Handling Hidden Dangers

Chapter 248: Handling Hidden Dangers

On the mountain outside Bayam, an entire forest had lost all vitality, and more than half of it had been buried by a collapsed cliffside.

A tall, burly middle-aged man with thick, deep-blue hair, wearing the robes of a Storm priest, stood in midair, overlooking the area below. Obvious anger burned in his eyes.

He was the Cardinal of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Rorsted Archipelago, senior deacon of the Mandated Punishers: Sea King Jahn Kottman.

At that moment, the battle scenes from just now still lingered in Kottman’s mind. He remembered how each participant had exited:

The angel from the Rose School of Thought had used some method to transmit power from extremely far away. After His goal failed, He had rather easily taken away His gravely injured companion. No one was willing to keep Him behind except that strange monster that had appeared out of nowhere. Jahn Kottman remembered clearly that when that angel retracted His arm, sparse white feathers had grown across the black, sticky surface—emerging from the tops of skull heads, from three-dimensional eyes, and from all sorts of places no one could have imagined. And all of that came only because the Rose School of Thought angel had avoided the glove carrying the aura of the True Creator and used a little power to shatter a copper whistle that had looked completely ordinary.

The evil, strange spirit world creature had entangled the angel for some time before voluntarily retreating into the depths of the spirit world, leaving Jahn Kottman unable to pursue.

The Aurora Order Saint who had opened a Door of Teleportation to arrive did not truly participate much in the battle. After watching in confusion for a while, he picked up the glove carrying the True Creator’s aura and, before the battle ended, opened another Door and left.

The bizarre monster summoned by the copper whistle had no fixed form. It was like an evolution of death itself. It resembled mist, filling the surroundings, yet bore many white feathers stained with faint-yellow grease. Its target was very clear: the Rose School of Thought angel. After the other party fled, it also disappeared from the scene, seemingly in pursuit. Even so, Jahn Kottman, who had already flown to the area from the city carrying a Sealed Artifact, still instinctively felt unwell, as though he had suddenly advanced a long distance along the lengthy journey toward death.

As for the only one without divinity, he had escaped from the area before Jahn Kottman arrived and could not be found afterward.

However, Jahn Kottman recognized him.

An adventurer capable of killing a Sequence 5 Apostle of Desire qualified to have his materials placed upon Sea King’s desk!

Although those materials were of the relatively unimportant sort, Jahn Kottman, having once experienced the Navigator Sequence, still remembered the relevant contents.

His gaze turned toward the cliff, then toward the waves constantly striking the island below. In a low voice, he spoke a name:

“Gehrman Sparrow!”

…

On an uninhabited island in some unknown sea, Klein and Azik’s figures rapidly outlined themselves at the edge of the beach.

Klein was just about to speak when Azik, wearing formal clothes and a top hat, his complexion bronze, suddenly had his brown eyes turn deep, as though they had connected to a silent, dark, deathly world.

He reached into empty air with his right hand. The undeveloped white feathers on Klein’s body all flew out, twisted into a ball, and fell into Azik’s palm.

Azik merely clenched his hand lightly, and those strange feathers vanished. They seemed to have become food for that deathly world inside his eyes.

“Mr. Azik, this was brought by that Numinous Episcopate copper whistle!” Klein first pointed out the fact, then explained in detail, “At the time, the situation was somewhat critical. In order to make everything even more chaotic, I blew that copper whistle, gave the corresponding feather to…