Chapter 602: Chapter 602: Uproar (26)_1 Chapter 602: Chapter 602: Uproar (26)_1 “What on earth do you want to do?”
It was clear that the old lady demigod had not expected to kill Count Valentin so decisively, turning him into dregs; shocked, she did not continue her assault but stood at a distance, confronting Veheler.
And as she looked at the waves in their unbelievable state, she bit her teeth and let out a hoarse voice.
“Actually, I don’t know either; my part is over!”
Veheler, still smiling, even courteously gave a greeting.
In fact, other than the first intervention, he had not made a move since; it was almost as if he watched Count Valentin’s destruction with open eyes.
“Are you… Cassandra?”
He strained to make out the face under the hood.
“I didn’t expect you to come so far; it seems the Night Watchman really values this.”
“Not just me!”
The demigod known as Cassandra had an icy voice.
“You can’t run away. Make them stop now, or you are dead.”
“Sorry, but I can’t.”
Veheler glanced at the area below the Lighthouse.
The hubbub wasn’t affected by the death of Valentin.
Scores of men, women, the elderly, and children were all standing rigid, bellowing at the top of their lungs.
Even at this moment, the chaotic noise within the roaring sound was fading, giving way to a strange sense of harmony.
To those perceiving it, the hubbub itself seemed to have broken away from the crowd, distilling into a unique existence.
“One thing I can be sure of is that everything has only just begun.”
As the opposite demigod’s murderous intent surged, Veheler added another sentence and then turned to look at the sea, staring at the waves that seemed frozen into ice.
As soon as the words fell, a huge splash erupted at the peak of the cliff-like wave, and a towering massive ship slowly emerged.
…
At the moment of its appearance, the massive ship issued a mournful cry, full of pain and turbulence.
Below that lamentation, the cacophony in the sky seemed to have found an outlet, quickly intermingling with it.
In this converging tumultuous rhythm, the massive ship finally broke through the water completely.
This thing… is what I’m targeting?
And looking at the enormous object that had appeared before him, even Fu Qian couldn’t help but gasp in cool astonishment.
All over it was a color of dark green and black, but it was not the murkiness that accumulates at the bottom of the sea; on the contrary, its surface had no marine organisms in sight and was as smooth as skin.
Or perhaps, it was skin.
Fu Qian could see clearly now; the giant ship was, in fact, a massive dark green and black body, its limbs contorted in bizarre postures to twist itself into the shape of a ship.
What’s this, a ship god?
And how was this thing supposed to be killed?
Fu Qian compared the sizes of the two parties and sighed sincerely.
At that moment, in the middle of the massive ship, a giant mouth facing skyward opened, emitting another lament.
[SAN Points decreased by 5]
He hadn’t felt much when he gazed directly before, but now, under the mournful cry at close range, Fu Qian discovered he had directly lost SAN Points.
Divine, but not so divine.
Without lamenting his loss, Fu Qian quickly analyzed the information he had obtained.
From his previous experiences, those he had encountered that could be called divine beings almost always caused a direct loss of SAN Points upon close inspection.
If watching this one from a distance was fine, it likely meant that its condition was poor.
Yet its cry was a full-force blast, indicating that as the God of Hubbub, the core concept of its power remained.
This really matched what Veheler had said earlier: due to oversleeping for too long, its condition was unstable, and it was even somewhat insane.
Ha–ma–
In the next moment, among the myriad “Hamadus” calls, the dark green and black massive ship seemed to undergo another transformation.
One rugged arm, unbelievably, unwrapped itself from around the ship and slammed into the waves.
He was stretching his body.
Fu Qian, witnessing this scene, thought of a possibility in an instant.
Was it because of this commotion of the tide?
In the turbulent calls of his own name, did he step by step consolidate his self-recognition?
From the concept of a ship, had he once again come to recognize himself as the God of Hubbub?
If that was the case, this being might soon become too blinding to look upon directly.
…
So why hasn’t the Native Council’s hunting operation started yet?
Fu Qian looked up at the Lighthouse, only to find that Veheler and Cassandra were no longer in a confrontational stance.
The commotion that followed Hamadus’s appearance had impacted even a Demigod; both of them seemed somewhat disheveled, each struggling desperately.
If he remembered correctly, Veheler had said that his task was finished, so next it should be Ariel’s turn to make an appearance, right?
The moment this thought arose, a fierce wind suddenly picked up and instantly formed a whirlwind.
The seas, almost still before, were shattered into fragments in an instant.
And with the wind’s entrapment, the black waters, in a brutally violent manner, lashed against the tremendous figure.
Chelphus is really dedicated after all!
Watching the figure speeding through the air, Fu Qian easily recognized the newcomer.
It was Dunis’s chief whom he had seen before at the opera house.
This person must have realized the commotion here and rushed over immediately; his actions were quite decisive.
Yet in the face of this sudden assault, Hamadus was visibly clumsy, not only lacking any instinct to counterattack but even his body toppled and twisted, tumbling several times.
His self-recognition was indeed confused.
Fu Qian, as an Observer, could see very clearly.
This being’s self-recognition seemed to waver continuously between the God of Hubbub and a ship.
This caused him, on one hand, to instinctively want to stand up while also trying to withstand the gales like a ship would.
The combination of these two responses resulted in an extremely awkward appearance.
“What’s happening?”
As Hamadus was temporarily restrained, Chelphus dashed straight to the top of the Lighthouse, landing beside Cassandra.
“I don’t know, we need to ascertain their purpose.”
The situation changed rapidly, shifting from one against two to two against one, yet Cassandra’s tone did not relax at all.
“Let’s quickly deal with him first, then attempt to resolve the anomaly below; otherwise, if we wait too long, we’ll be left with nothing but idiots!”
“Alright–”
Chelphus had no objections.
However, no sooner had he agreed than he sensed some kind of transformation occurring.
The sky… brightened?
Indeed, at that moment, a splendid light was piercing through the water, as if a sun had descended into the sea.
And this sun finally surfaced step by step, culminating in a true sunrise.
Finally arrived?
Facing the extremely burning brilliance, Fu Qian observed the figure at the center of the sun.
Golden hair dancing, Ariel’s countenance was like that of Divine Beings.
Yet amidst this shocking scene, what Fu Qian focused on was that person’s right hand.
It was a garishly colored glove, looking completely out of place at a glance.
Identical in design, it had recently appeared on the hand of Count Valentin.
Before Fu Qian could confirm the relationship between the two, Ariel raised his right hand high, and like the others on the dock, he uttered a sound.
Not Hamadus?
Fu Qian frowned slightly, discerning the content of what he had heard.
Was that–Rom?