Chapter 1141: Deep Winter

Sonia Sea, Pasu Island, Chasm of Storm Cathedral.

This was the headquarters of the Church of the Lord of Storms, the

holiest of holy temples, a place blessed by a god.

The murals that were painted in blue, silver, green, and golden colors

seemed rough, but they had a sacred and majestic vibe to them. Coupled

with the dome that stood at a height with an excess of a hundred meters,

it made all who stood there feel how puny they were. It made one unable

to resist bowing their head.

Alger Wilson had already undergone the ritual and had "truly" become a

Sequence 5 Ocean Songster. At this moment, he had come here with the

same batch of recently advanced Beyonders, awaiting the preaching of

Pontiff Gaard II.

Indeed, it's really easy to lose control when consuming excess potions.

I've already digested all the past potions, but I nearly succumbed this

time... After I leave Pasu Island, I'll borrow the Unshadowed Crucifix

from The Sun and purge the excess characteristic. This can both be

exchanged for money, and it can also be used to secretly nurture some

Beyonders who are loyal to me... Alger used the reflection of the blue

stone tiles on the ground to see that his hair had darkened and

thickened.

At this moment, the sound of a booming musical instrument exploded in

the hearts of every Beyonder, spreading extreme fear.

Pontiff Gaard II walked out with a scepter in hand, went up a dais, and

faced the crowd. He said in a deep, rumbling voice, "Congratulations,

everyone. You are one step closer to the Lord."

He was wearing a papal tiara with sapphires, emeralds, and other gems.

He wore a dark blue robe that was nearly black. On top of it was silver

and gold silk embroidered with symbols of lightning, storms, and oceans.

His aura was deep and majestic, as though a tempest was about to strike.

This Grounded Angel, the spokesperson of the Lord of Storms, was a

middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. However, everyone knew

that Gaard II had been helming the Council of Cardinals for nearly a

century.

As a Blessed of the Gods, this level of longevity wasn't strange in the

eyes of the believers. It was normal to not have anything to fear.

Upon hearing the pontiffs praise, Alger didn't have any thoughts. He

clenched his right fist and struck his left breast, shouting, "Holy Lord

of Storms!"

In the next fifteen minutes, they quietly listened to Gaard II's

preachings.

After completing this process, Alger received his mission from a

high-ranking deacon. He was to head to Sonia Island and lay an ambush in

the surrounding waters, in search for opportunities to attack the port,

or supply ships and Feysac merchant ships.

Backlund, Empress Borough, Inside the Hall family's luxurious mansion.

Just as Audrey put on her blue cloak in preparation to bring her golden

retriever, Susie; her maidservant, Annie; and the others to the Loen

Charity Bursary Foundation at Phelps Street, she saw her father, Earl

Hall, enter through the main door.

"Father, good morning. Did you... not come home last night?" Audrey

looked him up and down in puzzlement.

"You could tell?" Earl Hall stroked his lovely mustache and asked with a

smile.

Realizing that her father was in a good mood, Audrey turned her green

eyes and said with a faint smile, "Your coat reeks of cigarettes. It

implies that you haven't taken it off for some time. Not to mention

that's an outdoor set of clothing."

Apart from this, there were many other details that could lead to the

same conclusion, but Audrey deliberately didn't mention it.

As Earl Hall took off his coat and handed it to his valet, he chuckled

and said, "Not bad at all. You're very observant. It looks like your

work at the bursary foundation has greatly benefited you.

"I was at the Prime Minister's the entire night, waiting for news."

Having said that, Earl Hall sighed and said, "Winter County and

Midseashire's front line has once again repelled the Feysacian attack.

With the onset of the harsh winter, we can finally catch our breaths."

Audrey blinked, perfectly expressing her surprise.

Earl Hall immediately smiled.

"I understand your puzzlement. The newspaper only mentions what we want

the people to know.

"The defense lines at the Amantha mountain range and the various cities

along Midseashire's coast aren't as robust as you think. In the first

round of the attacks, our fleet and soldiers suffered a tremendous loss.

In order to not cause any panic, we announced that there were wins on

both sides. We also made all the large shipyards and factories work like

mad to contribute to the war machine.

"In this period of time, the two lines were almost breached several

times. Many critical areas were lost and recovered. These repeated

"see-saws" was apparently a human meat grinder.

"Luckily, we've finally lasted to this point. This winter will be the

turning point of the war."

Actually, I know... The number of people who died, went missing, and the

casualty numbers might be concealed, but it still presents quite a few

problems... Besides, winter might not necessarily be a good thing.

Feysac's Weather Warlocks are very good at using such situations...

Audrey's heart sank as she hurriedly controlled her emotions and smiled.

"That's great. I hope we can quickly have peace restored."

Earl Hall was taken aback as he said, "His Majesty plans to give a

speech to everyone in the kingdom on Saturday and tell them that we will

prevail.

"When the time comes, the cities and villages will be gathered at their

respective squares. The latest technology will be used to allow everyone

to hear his speech."

The latest technology... Gather the entire kingdom in various squares to

listen to the king's speech... Audrey suddenly thought of Mr. World's

reminder and decided to inform him of this matter.

Organize a large number of people to listen to a speech... This must be

the corresponding ritual, right? George III is about to hold the Black

Emperor ritual? After receiving the latest news from Miss Justice, Klein

returned to the real world with a solemn expression.

He paced back and forth in the rental apartment and didn't delay any

further. He took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote:

"I've already gathered the Beyonder blood of twenty pathways. I'm just

short of Assassin and Criminal.

"George III will be holding a speech for most of the kingdom's citizens

this Saturday. You should know what this might mean.

"In addition, I need the ritual to communicate with Mr. Door."

After folding the letter and getting Reinette Tinekerr to send it out,

Klein slowly exhaled as he couldn't help but think of all sorts of

thoughts.

The Demoness's blood shouldn't be a problem. Trissy seems very

determined to foil George Ill's scheme...

I can reveal something to Queen Mystic, that I'm able to enter the

secret mausoleum... Although her main goal is to revive the emperor and

she is unwilling to make an enemy out of George III, the emperor might

not be able to return if George III succeeds...

I'm waiting for the Chief of the City of Silver to return to provide the

Devil's blood... The hunting team that he led has set off for more than

ten days. They should be returning soon... In theory, there's still

time. There's no problem... If not, I'll use the two contingencies.

First, I'll use the Blatherer's aura to replace the blood. Second, I'll

summon the Devils that I've encountered in the past from the Historical

Void and extract their blood...

In a room in the Backlund Bridge area that didn't look anything special.

The lustrous black-haired Trissy reached out and retrieved a letter from

the mirror.

She opened it and her brows gradually frowned. It was especially

endearing.

Is it finally happening...? Trissy's expression changed a few times. She

seemed hesitant, resistant, afraid, and confused.

Finally, she smiled and muttered in a twisted voice, "I've killed so

many people and caused so many tragedies. Even if I were to die this

time, it wouldn't be a total loss..."

After a few seconds of silence, Trissy took out a glass test tube from

her black dress's pocket.

It wasn't her blood, but another Demoness's. Her original name was

Sherman, who had later called herself Shermane.

As a qualified, senior Demoness, Trissy had found an opportunity to take

some of Shermane's blood while nurturing her. A necessary component for

curses; it might not have been of use most of the time, but it could

effectively prevent any accidents.

After Shermane's death, Trissy didn't abandon the tube of blood. This

was because there were many occasions when Demonesses needed such

materials, just like now.

City of Silver, in a particular residence.

As soon as the lightning frequency increased, Derrick got out of bed,

lit the stove, and quickly grilled some mushroom bread.

This bread was even more exquisite and delicious than the original

Black-Faced Grass. He loved it very much, and he looked forward to his

three daily meals.

The only problem was that the yield of mushrooms that could make bread

wasn't too high.

Due to the limited number of monster corpses, every resident was only

limited to one claim a week, enough for four to five meals.

After thousands of years of hard work, the area around the City of

Silver was relatively safe, with relatively few monsters.

Derrick heard that someone had deliberately placed himself in the

darkness to hunt monsters for the nurturing of mushrooms, hoping to be

bait.

Then, he was eaten.

Those mushrooms have made everyone feel optimistic." That s not good."

Derrick thought of the wistfulness before the Chief left and shook his

head. He picked up a jar he obtained from another city ruin and poured

out some white milk.

Frankly speaking, he didn't like milk, but it was described by Miss

Justice as something that could help humans grow taller and stronger.

This was enough to move him.

As a resident of the City of Silver, Derrick knew that, as he hadn't

chosen the Giant pathway, the chances of him growing taller and bulkier

in the future were low. However, he secretly hoped to reduce the gap

between him and his friends. Milk gave him that opportunity.

Gulp. Gulp. With a serious expression, Derrick drank today's milk

rations.

Just as he was about to get some mushroom bread, he suddenly sensed

something and looked out the window.

A person grew out of the shadows outside the door and said from afar,

"Derrick, the Chief wants me to give you this bottle of blood."

The Chief is back? Derrick suddenly stood up and said, "Alright, thank

you."

The moment he finished speaking, he saw the shadow in the gap come

alive, pushing out a small metal bottle.

Derrick knew very well that it contained the Devil blood that Mr. World

wanted.