Chapter 603: Chapter 603 Bustle (27)_1 Chapter 603: Chapter 603 Bustle (27)_1 The name is wrong?
A Chinese Room that doesn’t even have self-awareness mispronouncing names, Fu Qian didn’t believe in such things.
Not to mention, Ariel clearly came for the God of Hubbub, and his previous demeanor also indicated that this was related to his core objective.
Not wanting uncontrollable people to help with the hunt… Misnaming amidst the Hubbub Tide… Having the ability to twist perception…
Even now, Veheler hadn’t tried to step forward to help.
Bit by bit, information streamed through Fu Qian’s mind like shooting stars, and he instantly had an epiphany.
The Native Council’s hunt, is it not another concept altogether?
What they aimed to destroy was not the body of the God of Hubbub, but its cognition; they wanted to make It believe It was called by another name.
…
“Divine Envoy?”
At this moment, Ariel, like a god descending to earth, undoubtedly shocked the entire scene.
To the extent that atop the Lighthouse, Cassandra, who had casually killed over a dozen people, couldn’t help but let out a mortal’s exclamation.
“Ariel? The Native Council?”
In the next instant, she seemed to realize something and glared at Veheler with gritted teeth.
Clearly, she was also privy to some information.
“The Native Council.”
The Veheler facing her, conveniently gave a reply.
Facing two Demigods by himself, he appeared unwilling to cause any misunderstanding.
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
Chelphus, standing beside Cassandra, looked a bit younger than her, with deep features and eyes sharp as knives.
“Sorry, I really don’t know about that; my part is already done.”
Veheler’s face remained smiling as he looked toward the depths of Dunis City, murmuring to himself in a low voice.
“But someone else’s task seems to be unfinished.”
Facing his indifferent attitude, Chelphus, who was hot-tempered, barely managed to contain his anger and did not strike out directly because of it.
Even though it was two against one, there was still a Divine Envoy there, as well as another invisible Demigod lurking.
Besides, the key now was to understand what they wanted to do, not the time to vent emotions.
Rom~
At this moment, the howl that Ariel let out already resounded throughout the entire dock.
And in the storm, Hamadus, who was tumbling within, was clearly affected by it, becoming even more disordered and chaotic at once.
But that wasn’t the most important part; as Ariel acted, the hubbub of over a hundred thousand people converging from three horn locations seemed to start changing as well.
Tumultuously surging, the sound was actually rapidly transforming toward the name Rom.
“Stop him first.”
Watching the massive deformed body becoming gradually stable in the storm, Chelphus’ Demigod intuition led to a growing anxiety within him.
After shouting to Cassandra, the Chief of the Night Watchman directly leaped from the Lighthouse, his body tracing an arc across the sky.
Before he landed, rings of tidal patterns appeared on his body and started to twist and elongate rapidly, becoming distinctly non-human.
Fu Qian watched wide-eyed as a neck as thick as a water bucket emerged from the side of Chelphus’ body, and at its crown it ripped open into two, revealing incredibly ferocious fangs.
By the time Chelphus hit the water surface, there were already three gigantic no-eyed heads.
They weren’t directly growing out from his body; their forms seemed complete, only deeply embedded within Chelphus’ flesh.
So much so that as the giant heads swung, his Demigod body was pulled and distorted continually.
There were even faint glimpses of not just these three, but several more slender snake-like entities writhing about, attempting to bore out from within Chelphus, making his appearance increasingly grotesque.
An incomplete Mythical Form?
The one who had tried to interrupt Ariel with the utmost speed was obviously going all out.
At this moment, the three massive heads were already stirring up towering waves, simultaneously snapping towards Ariel at the center of the storm.
Unexpectedly, this strike that possessed the momentum to destroy heaven and earth missed its mark in the next moment.
It was distortion again, with particularly exaggerated effects.
Fu Qian watched as the three heads barely missed, brushing past at different angles, and Ariel remained completely unharmed.
It seemed that the glove must be a Transcendent artifact of high rank, capable of significantly amplifying abilities, otherwise it wouldn’t be worn by a Divine Envoy.
As for why Valentine also had one earlier, Fu Qian had also roughly guessed the answer.
It was very likely just a clone, created by some special means by Ya Yu.
This was also why it was so easily destroyed after being attacked by Cassandra.
Of course, if the two talismans he had were of a similar effect, they were probably clones of a clone.
…
At this moment, after the attack missed its target, Chelphus’s assault was still not over.
The three heads, having been misled and diving into the water after missing their prey, quickly emerged again, encircling Ariel and locking on before snapping out lightning-fast bites.
Ariel’s body still didn’t move.
In the next moment, an even more bizarre scene unfolded: the three ferocious, fanged maws bit into each other’s necks.
Blood spattered, and these sudden, severe injuries caused the three heads to howl in agony.
Even more chilling was that their wails seemed to eerily resemble a call for “Rom.”
…
“Chelphus.”
Atop the lighthouse, Cassandra clearly couldn’t comprehend why such a scene was unfolding.
In the next moment, her body rapidly transformed into a silhouette, trying to repeat her earlier trick, crossing the darkness to save Chelphus.
Unfortunately, just then, a gold-inlaid cane touched down once more around her.
The silhouette of Cassandra’s body trembled resulting in her reappearing in her original position.
“Sorry, I can’t just stand by and let you pass,”
Veheler still wore a smile.
“In this situation, let’s just assume neither of us is here.”
…
Chelphus, who was confronting Ariel, was undoubtedly in a rather dire situation.
In just a few seconds, his trump card, the Mythical Form, paradoxically inflicted heavy damage upon himself. Cassandra was entangled and momentarily unable to lend assistance.
Under heavy damage, his condition was certainly somewhat chaotic, with signs of losing control.
The representative sign was that he obviously tried to withdraw the Mythical Form, but although the forms of the three heads kept changing, they still engaged in frenzied biting.
And his target hadn’t even glanced at him from the beginning to end.
Ding-a-ling!
At this critical moment, the God of Hubbub produced a different sound, as if someone had rung a bell.
The bell sound was definitely not loud, but the three raging sea serpents instantly froze and then quickly dissipated.
This is…
All those who still retained their sanity were at least of Demigod Level and naturally wouldn’t overlook such an anomaly.
In the next moment, many gazes were intently focused on a masked figure standing beside Chelphus.