Chapter 929: True Soul Body

"Fate!"

As the dragged out and abstruse ancient Hermes term resounded, the spots

where the Spirit World Plunderer and Klein stood suddenly darkened.

It wasn't very obvious, as though a cloud had drifted over in midair

without stopping.

But when this illusionary shadow dissipated, the invisible figure that

was donning a translucent white robe stood frozen on the spot. The

surface of its clothes showed signs of worms crawling across it. It was

sluggish, slow, and in a dire state.

Across it, Klein's eyes had their lucidity return. The meat tendrils on

the shadowed face beneath the papal tiara vanished.

It appeared as though it wasn't the Spirit World Plunderer who had

controlled Klein's Spirit Body Threads and nearly succeeded; instead, it

appeared as though Klein was the one who was controlling it and had

nearly converted it into his marionette!

The Fate Siphon charm switched one's fate!

This was a high-level charm made using a Worm of Time. It could siphon

off the target's subsequent fate, and in a short period of time, burden

it with that of the target's, so as to complete an exchanging of fates.

Therefore Klein and the Spirit World Plunderer's situations had

switched. One went from death to survival, while the other went from

victory to instant despair.

After confirming that the Spirit World Plunderer was intelligent and

extremely difficult to deal with, making it difficult to hunt it, Klein

began putting on an act of retreating. He appeared rash as he

deliberately walked into the Spirit World Plunderer's control, enticing

its actions, ready to use the Fate Siphon charm at the critical moment!

That way, what terrible acts the Spirit World Plunderer did to its

enemy, the charm would then allow it to experience the same despair!

Of course, if the Fate Siphon charm didn't have the expected effect, or

if the Spirit World Plunderer's main soul didn't appear and had ended up

using other means to control the situation, Klein still had his last

trick up his sleeve to protect himself---directly end the summoning and

return above the gray fog. He would sacrifice his two marionettes and a

few mystical items in order to ensure his own safety.

Without the time to marvel at how magical the Fate Siphon charm was, or

how terrifying angels from the Marauder pathway were, Klein didn't

hesitate to raise the Sea God Scepter high up before the swapping of

fates ended.

The dark blue papal robe flared up with the wind as the golden papal

tiara emitted meshed blue and silver beams of light. At the tip of the

white bone scepter, it shot out bolts of lightning that gathered into a

ball before landing on the Spirit World Plunderer's body!

A swath of silver color brightened up immediately, inundating the

target, turning the surroundings white.

Once, twice, thrice. Klein continuously triggered terrifying lightning

balls, expending his spirituality without holding back.

Finally, he heard a roar that seemed to stem from the depths of one's

soul as he instinctively sensed that his target had collapsed and

dissipated.

Only then did Klein lower the Sea God Scepter and watch the silver

lightning sizzle away.

At that moment, his entire Spirit Body had turned rather illusory. Even

with the Tyrant's augmentation, it didn't seem real.

As the lightning dispersed, the invisible figure in the white

translucent robe appeared once again in Klein's sight.

Flickering light emerged from within as the Spirit World Plunderer's

body cracked, turning into countless illusory bubbles that disintegrated

bit by bit.

The Tyrant had succeeded in the hunt.

At this moment, deep within Calderón City, there was a sudden quake. It

was as though a massive creature had awoken as a result of the Spirit

World Plunderer's death, or that countless dangerous creatures were

surging out.

The indescribable feeling combined into a swath of illusory

grayish-white and, like a tidal wave, rose up from the bottom.

*Other Spirit World Plunderers? No, it appears to be a more terrifying

and horrible creature. A being that the Spirit World Plunderer attends

to? Also, in Calderón City's core region, at the end of the deep pit,

it's still as silent as ever. There's no sound at all, making it more

horrifying...* Klein pumped himself up as he diverted some

attention in order to monitor the situation inside Calderón City as he

anxiously waited for the Spirit World Plunderer's characteristic to

appear to form an ingredient.

He wasn't relishing in the delight of a successful hunt but was pacing

about anxiously at the edge of the abyss.

During this process, Klein got Enzo and Ludwell to stay close to him. He

threw the Sea God Scepter to the former so as to escape the state of

irascibility. He began considering how to deal with the subsequent

development with a clear mind, as well as consider whether he had missed

out on some other details.

As the thoughts flashed in his mind, Klein suddenly recalled something:

Back when he made the mystical items sing, Creeping Hunger had praised

the True Creator and had used "His" complete honorific name.

*Although the human-skinned glove had used Hermes instead of ancient

Hermes or other languages that could stir the powers of nature, the

former was still usable when it came to sacrifices! This also meant that

the True Creator might've very well heard Creeping Hunger's praises and

noticed the commotion here.*

*Apart from the rising grayish-white tide and the terrifying creature

deep down in the city, there are other dangers... Wait, I'm now a Spirit

Body, equivalent to a wraith. I'm not in my normal state...*

Just as Klein's mind thought of something, his spiritual perception was

triggered as he instinctively cast his gaze at the entrance to Calderón

City.

The lights there flickered as a figure entered.

The figure was wearing a simple and ordinary linen robe with a head of

silver hair.

He was a handsome man with soft facial features. His eyes were gentle

with some hints of coldness. It was as though he was observing the fates

of everyone in the world like a spectator.

Behind him, there were beams forming illusory layers of pure wings. They

spread outwards, blocking the entire entrance.

"..."

Klein nearly hissed through the gaps in his teeth as a series of titles

and names flashed across his mind:

Ouroboros!

Tail Devourer!

Angel of Fate!

King of Angels!

He didn't have the luxury of time to consider the possibility of his

previous thought. His body expanded as though it was incorporeal,

enveloping his marionettes, Enzo and Ludwell, the yet-to-appear

characteristic, and the Spirit World Plunderer's remnant bubbles within!

At this moment, Ouroboros's silver eyes already had the distant figure

in "His" sights. It was a figure wearing a papal tiara and a dark blue

robe, exuding extreme oppression and tyranny. There was a grayish-white

fog that had been blurred by the Tyrant's aura.

A river of flickering light appeared in "His" eyes, seeming to circle

the Tyrant figure and the periphery of Calderón City.

Silently, the square houses and the pale-white columns stood up again

despite being destroyed by the Lightning Storm from before. The charred

legs of the giant blacksmith once again possessed a body as he appeared

inside the tomb, striking at the anvil.

All of this returned to what it was like shortly after the Tyrant

stepped in.

However, Klein in his pontiff attire had vanished. His two marionettes

along with the remnant bubbles of the Spirit World Plunderer had

vanished as well.

The corresponding figure was unable to return as the rebooted scene

shattered, turning back to the desolate state after the battle.

Tail Devourer Ouroboros watched silently for a long while before making

a move. The grayish-white swath that rose up from the depth of Calderón

City slowly receded back down.

Above the gray fog, Klein slumped in the high-back chair of The Fool in

exhaustion. He wasn't even able to get Enzo and Ludwell to massage him.

He had already thrown the Sea God Scepter back to the junk pile. The

Tyrant card had left his soul body and was placed facing down beside the

Black Emperor card. The Spirit World Plunderer's bubbles were floating

ahead, with the Beyonder characteristic constantly seeping out before

combining with the points of light.

After resting for a while, Klein saw grayish-white powder fall onto the

mottled table's surface. Following that was a transparent item that

seemed weightless.

The item was the size of a palm, formed by coiled maggots. It was almost

shaped like a human, and its interior was filled with a colorless

liquid. Bubbles often emerged, scattering black hints of light.

Klein didn't dare to look at it carefully, as there was a more

complicated structure in the weightless transparent object. They formed

indescribable patterns and symbols that seemed to fuse knowledge, power,

transformation, secrets, bizarreness, and madness within, making them no

longer abstract.

This made Klein feel very dizzy. His mind was even on the verge of

breaking down, with his soul almost losing control.

*This is likely the true soul of the Spirit World Plunderer... I have

the corresponding powder as well. There's about 70 grams, more than I

needed. It's more than I expected.* Klein nodded indiscernibly

and stored the powder into a box. Together with the true soul body, he

threw them on the junk pile and covered it with the gray fog.

After completing this, he raised his hand to rub his temples and made a

self-deprecating remark:

*If it wasn't for the Sea God Scepter, I probably would've had to leave

Calderón City due to the assault of the Spirit World Plunderer. I would

then wait until I had helpers and could make the most solid of hunting

plans so as to control the stirrings of the area to not alarm the

unknown entity at the core region...*

*Sigh, I was rash the entire time. Although the outcome was fine, it

really doesn't suit my character. It's also completely at odds with the

Seer pathway's acting. In the future, I should try to avoid using the

Sea God Scepter in the outside world.*

*Uh... The Spirit World Plunderer has been successfully hunted. There's

no need for me to get Miss Sharron's help. In a few days, I'll write to

her so that she won't be thinking over this matter.*

*However, I have a premonition that I'll still be heading to Calderón

City in the future. When that happens, perhaps I might still need Miss

Sharron's help.*

*In addition, I have to seek out information on Bizarro Banes. I can't

put all my hope on the City of Silver...*

Amidst his thoughts, Klein directly returned to his body, without

bringing his marionettes. He ended the ritual and headed straight for

bed, falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

"Escaped?" Soest looked at the man opposite him and asked Daly Simone

who was carrying out a spirit channeling.

They had just finished their operation and had captured a few Numinous

Episcopate members. However, the key personnel the intel pointed at,

Hand of White Palenque Taciblius, wasn't at the secret gathering point.

He was a Sequence 4 demigod; therefore, not only had the Red Gloves team

used a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, they had even requested Goddess's Eye

Ilya's help. However, it was all futile.

Daly Simone nodded.

"Yes."

She then looked at the captive, suddenly speaking with an ethereal

voice, "Where did Palenque Taciblius go?"

"H-he said he was going to meet someone," the Numinous Episcopate member

answered slowly.

"Who is that person?" Daly Simone pressed. Leonard Mitchell and company

also cast their gazes over.

The man who was being spirit channeled answered with an unperturbed

voice, "Ince Zangwill."