activa-t Chapter 355 The Book of Natural Disasters
Chapter 355 The Book of Natural Disasters
Chapter 355 The Book of Natural Disasters
Late at night, in an unlicensed hotel where no identity registration is required.
A young man dressed as an adventurer, wearing dark green overalls and a jacket, and a round hat, knocked on the bedroom door carrying a tray.
Thump~ thump~
"Stop knocking!"
"I already told you, don't bother me."
Inside the bedroom, a woman's voice, extremely irritable and as if she might burst out of the room at any moment with a rolling pin, rang out.
"What a madman! If I hadn't already received my payment..."
The man standing outside the door frowned and muttered something under his breath. His expression wasn't too good as he said, "I've left your dinner at the door. Take it if you want."
After saying that, he put down his plate and went straight back to the bedroom on the other side.
Once everyone was out of the living room, Sirion, who had been hiding himself using "psychological invisibility," emerged from his "blind spot of consciousness."
He reached out and placed his hand on the doorknob, gently twisting his wrist, and the door clicked open.
"Damn it, didn't I tell you not to bother me!"
Noticing the noise coming from the door behind her, the woman sitting at the desk turned around irritably, revealing a pair of bluish-gray eyes that occasionally flashed with electricity or fire.
It gives people a direct feeling of brutality and evil.
The air in the room suddenly became thick and cold, and a chilling white frost spread across the floor, walls, and ceiling.
Several thin, long icicles have already been hung from the gas wall lamp holders and the wall clock on the wall.
Those bluish-gray eyes stared unblinkingly at Cyril, filled with undisguised malice, like a venomous snake about to pounce and hiss hoarsely: "Who are you?"
"A painter who just happened to be passing by," Sirion replied with a smile.
As he spoke, he stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
A strange power suddenly spread, and by distorting the meaning of the action of "closing the door," it sealed the bedroom off from the outside world.
call out!call out!call out!
The thick, bone-chilling air, carrying frost, condensed into translucent arrows that shot towards him.
The translucent arrows became chaotic the moment they approached him, either embedding themselves in the floor or sinking into the walls and ceiling, and quickly spreading a layer of crystalline, extremely cold ice around him.
Ugh!
The air in the room suddenly swirled, turning into gusts of wind, while goose-feather-like snowflakes began to fall.
As if a terrifying cold disaster was erupting, Sirion felt that even breathing had become difficult.
"Hahaha...
"
"Hahaha...
'
The maniacal laughter echoed through the frigid wind and snow, causing Sirien to pause in his raised hand, momentarily lost in a daze.
The next second, a bright red, raging fire suddenly erupted from his body, as if he had encountered a fire without any cause.
At the same time, cracks appeared in the floor beneath his feet, spewing out scalding red magma.
Cyril's figure quickly transformed into a thin paper doll, which was then burned to ashes.
On the other side of the room, Cyril's figure stood out against the howling snow.
His face was covered in an unnatural bluish-purple hue, his body trembled slightly, and even his breathing became slow and weak, as if each breath was an injury to himself.
The temperature in this room was many degrees lower than in the Caracas Islands. Even after only a few seconds, his physical condition as a "recorder" began to make him uncomfortable.
He exhaled a breath that condensed into white frost, and in his eyes reflected an illusory, ever-turning book.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
He was instantly enveloped in a layer of clear, bright silvery-white dawn light, which quickly solidified into a set of silver full-body armor with intricate patterns.
The moment the "inner armor" took shape, Cyril clenched his right fist and stretched it forward. An indescribable sense of majesty emanated from his body, making people want to prostrate themselves and obey him. Even his figure seemed to grow taller.
At the same time, he hissed in ancient Hermetic: "Extreme weather is prohibited here!"
Singing is prohibited here!
"This area is off-limits..."
""
boom!
A bolt of silver lightning ripped through the gradually dissipating snow and struck Sirion out of nowhere.
The attack shattered his "Dawn Armor" piece by piece, forcing him to use a paper doll to avoid further damage and forcibly interrupting his low, scathing pronouncement.
"exile!"
Accompanied by a low shout from the other side of the room, the figure standing in front of the desk was suddenly thrown away by a burst of immense force, crashing heavily against the wall with a dull thud.
Cyril's gaze locked onto the figure that had crashed into the wall and was unable to move. He then waved his right hand.
"Whip it!"
The figure on the wall trembled, as if struck by an invisible whip. The clothes from the chest to the neck tore, the flesh tore open, and the bones were exposed.
Her clothes were torn, and her exposed skin was covered with decaying black spots and fine, marine-like scales.
She fell to the ground along the wall, and in her bluish-gray eyes, lightning and firelight became exceptionally active.
Boom! Boom!
In an instant, flames erupted and lightning struck from the chaotic bedroom.
Relying on his spiritual intuition, Cyril weaved through the flames and lightning. After consuming two more paper dolls, he arrived beside Laticia, who was laughing maniacally. He clenched his right fist and swung his arm.
"die!"
His body merged with the strange power that belonged to the rules, and his clenched fist struck Latissia's head with an irresistible and unavoidable force.
Bang!
A dull thud accompanied the sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing. Lattisia's head cracked like a spiderweb under the heavy blow, but stubbornly stuck together, not completely shattered.
"Ha ha ha ha..
""
Laticia's head, which resembled a shattered porcelain vase haphazardly glued together, emitted intermittent, chaotic, and unpleasant laughter.
Her laughter was inexplicably irritating, making it hard to concentrate, and giving me an urge to punch myself and clear my head completely.
Taking a deep breath, Cyril raised an eyebrow to suppress his frustration.
"This is not the vitality and influence that a low-sequence individual should have. Is it really this unreasonable to be out of control?"
'
As he whispered, the illusory book reflected in his eyes flipped through the pages rapidly, and his right hand, which he had withdrawn, pulled out a sharp, sturdy, heavy, and broad greatsword out of thin air.
"The Sword of Dawn!"
As the greatsword swung, slashing down on Latissia's neck, the silver blade met the fine scales, sparks flying.
Immediately, his spiritual intuition gave him a warning, and he instinctively took a step back.
Boom!
A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning struck out of nowhere at the spot where he had just been standing, leaving a charred crater in the floor.
The lightning that struck the floor disintegrated into a dense network of electric snakes that darted in all directions, briefly paralyzing Cyril, who was unable to dodge in time.
Ugh!
A chilling gust of wind surged from Radithia's body, pushing Cyrien to the corner of the room.
At the same time, thin wind blades, mixed with fire and lightning, slashed wildly across the room.
Most of them landed on the floor and the surrounding walls, with only a small amount still falling towards Sirion after the chaos ensued.
"Tsk~"
"Notarization is invalid!"
A golden light, outlining a stamp-like projection, briefly appeared in front of him.
The wind blades, firelight, and lightning that then surged into the room were weakened by an invisible force, transforming into wisps of wind that gently caressed the room with a numbing and warm sensation.
Cyril took a step forward, and the silver greatsword he was holding in his right hand was thrown out like a throwing knife.
*Sizzle*
He precisely hurled the silver greatsword into the wound below Latissia's neck, piercing through flesh and pinning her to the wall behind her.
"Hmm..."
Latisia opened her mouth, but only managed to spit out some fine blood foam.
Her fragmented head seemed oblivious to the pain, her gaze fixed on Sirion, making constant hoarse noises.
Cyril stepped forward expressionlessly and clenched his right fist.
"die!"
After suffering another blow, Lattisia's shattered head finally gave way, blossoming into a red and white flower of flesh and blood.
After waiting quietly for a few moments, the last trace of life in Laticia's body finally disappeared.
Guided by his spiritual intuition, Sirion pulled a brown parchment book from the flesh and blood inside the corpse's abdomen.
On the cover of the book was a line of words written in Elvish: "The Book of Calamities".
"It's like it sewed the book into its belly... No wonder the monster was so difficult to deal with after it went out of control, and it could even borrow some of the power of the Book of Calamities."
"But you're not a believer in the Mother Goddess, so even if you put something in your belly, you won't give birth. Can't you just put the book in a more normal place?"
After muttering a few words, he stood up, pulled a piece of drawing paper from his pocket, and prepared to use psychic abilities to obtain some information about the ancient elven ruins and the Moth Penitentiary.
Thump~ thump~
A sudden knock on the door interrupted his actions.
"Latisia, what are you doing?"
"I sensed some unusual noises coming from your room."
Cyril frowned, put away the drawing paper he had pulled out, and at the same time, his eyes reflected a phantom book that was constantly turning its pages.
The next second, illusory black flames instantly ignited all around.
The black flames of the "witch" are an ability that Klein specifically recorded after shepherding the witch's soul on the White Agate.
After the black flames had burned away all the remaining spiritual energy in the room, he went to the window, reached out and pressed his hand against the window frame. As the eerie blue light spread out, he propped himself up and leaped forward.
Snapped!
On the street outside the hotel, Cyril landed steadily.
He glanced down at the "Book of Natural Disasters" in his hand, then strode towards Fragrant Tree Avenue.
In the hotel, after failing to get a response from Latasia for a long time, her companions briefly discussed the matter and then violently broke down the bedroom door.
The room was completely shattered, with charred and cratered surfaces everywhere, resembling a dilapidated bedroom that had been ravaged by one natural disaster after another.
"this..."
"What happened?"
"Latissia!"
Latisia's three adventurer companions stood at the door, exclaiming in astonishment and fear, but none of them stepped forward.
In their eyes, the corpse, whose head had been blown to pieces, was clearly beyond saving.
The scene inside the room was so horrifying that no one was sure if there were any hidden dangers.
For a brief moment, only the sound of repeated swallowing filled the living room.
After a five or six-second silence, the oldest of the three adventurers gritted his teeth and said, "We... leave here, leave Bayam, leave the sea."
"The danger likely comes from the book that Latissia obtained from the ancient elven ruins. It has been kept by Latissia, so we might not be the target."
"....good."
"Go back to your room, pack your things, and erase all traces of us."
At the house at 14 Fragrant Tree Avenue, Sir Ryan quietly "opened the door" and returned to his room.
dong dong~
He had just sat down in the chair when there was a knock on the door.
He put down the "Book of Natural Disasters" that he hadn't had time to look at yet, and turned to open the door.
Klein stood at the doorway with a somewhat grave expression, glanced behind him, and then said expressionlessly, "Do you know 'Poseidon'?"
Cyril: "That sea serpent from Kavituwa?"
Klein nodded slightly, then said, "It's out of control, its physical form is on the verge of collapse, and its mental state is extremely insane."
"It's related to a group of adventurers who entered the ruins of Poseidon. They probably took something important from the ruins, and the resistance is hunting them down."
"I understand." Cyril nodded, then turned halfway around and raised his hand to summon the "Book of Calamities" from the desk.
"I just dealt with an out-of-control Beyonder, and this is the loot she dropped."
"6
'
What the hell is this loot that drops? Do you think it's like getting equipment in a game?
After his initial outburst, he looked at the Elvish words on the cover of the book and exclaimed in surprise, "The Book of Calamities? Elvish stuff?"
"Is it what brought 'Poseidon' Kavituwa to the brink of losing control?"
"How did you find it?"
Cyril shrugged. "Those people don't hide anything at all. With a little attention and some divination, it's easy to find them."
"As for the other issues, I'll let you know after I've looked into it."
"Okay." Klein nodded slightly and turned to go back to his room.
pat!
Cyril closed the door behind him, creating a sense of enclosure in the room.
He then took out the harmonica used to summon messengers, brought it to his lips, infused it with spiritual energy, and blew it forcefully.
After a two-second silence, Erdfana's voice suddenly rang out in the room: "The Book of Calamities... Gochnam?"
"You seem to have a knack for spotting these old relics."
In response to Erdfana's teasing words, Cyril silently shrugged and tossed the "Book of Calamities" in his hand over.
"Gohshinam isn't completely dead yet, can this thing be used?"
"It would be troublesome if He were still alive, but now only the spirits that are not yet dead remain in this book, and I can easily modify His will."
Ugh!
A sudden gust of wind, carrying the force of a natural disaster, swept through the room.
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