Bizarre Realm-Chapter 372 - 26: Calamity Messenger_2

Currently, there are more than three thousand followers of the Divine Terra Church, all of whom are Transcendents from Abyss City. The Church’s expansion speed can almost rival that of the Cultists.

Of course, among them, High Tier Transcendents are scarce, mostly comprised of Middle and Low Tier Transcendents.

Akidina-Duwa respectfully bowed and said, "Yes, Master Shawn."

One day’s time passed quickly.

At midday the next day, a sizable and luxurious entourage arrived at Ring City, stirring a ripple in this seemingly desolate city. Those expressionless residents raised their heads to look at the black carriage ahead. Behind the limping Coachman was an exceptionally beautiful pair of sisters. They were tall and slender with well-defined features, slightly sunken eye sockets, prominent noses, blue eyes, and blonde hair, seemingly with some Highlander lineage. Most Highlanders had skin that was a lighter shade of brown, yet their skin was exceptionally fair, indicating they likely had noble ancestry.

Their attire suggested they were personal maids, and anyone with such a stunning pair of sisters as personal maids must be either wealthy or noble.

Under the sunlight.

A young servant opened the carriage door, and a dignified, alluring noblewoman dressed in a white court gown stepped down from the carriage. Her snow-white bosom glimmered like milk in the sunlight, and the dazzling large ruby necklace was particularly striking. The silent Charm exuded by this enchanting woman made even the lazy beggars on the roadside widen their eyes greedily.

Beautiful women have an advantage: as long as they’re sufficiently enchanting, ascending to the Enchanting Demon’s branch of the Demon Path will ensure they aren’t lacking in Charm.

After Madame Ivonna fused with the Extraordinary Essence of the Enchanting Demon Path, her already enchanting appearance became even more alluring. (Charm+2)

"Young Master."

The stunning tall sisters greeted outside the carriage as a handsome young gentleman carrying a cane stepped out. His features were handsome, his figure tall and upright, and his tailored black suit made him seem out of place with everything around him. His gaze was frivolous, carrying a hint of roguishness as he casually glanced around and said, "Let’s go."

This luxurious entourage included more than ten servants carrying various boxes and quickly entered a villa with a courtyard and attic under the watchful eyes of many passersby.

Vine Clark.

This fallen Guardian Clan was known for its rebellious nature and once had many illegitimate children. Unfortunately, these illegitimate children did not inherit strong Warlock bloodlines. The identity Shawn played belonged to a branch of this family. This person really existed and had even ascended to Warlock, only he had been dead for some time now.

Ultimately, he could not escape the family curse. He lost control completely shortly after his ascension.

A noble from afar didn’t make much of a stir in Ring City, but as a refined old steward presented visiting cards to nearby noble families, some realized the significance of this surname quite quickly.

Night fell.

A sudden breeze swept through Shawn’s room, followed by a slowly flowing mass of swirling yellow sand entering the villa’s entrance, swirling once through the garden. The passing servants all fell asleep automatically. It cautiously approached the third-floor balcony, and strands of fine sand seeped through the window crevices.

It resembled an hourglass, soon accumulating into a small hill, gathering into a figure wrapped in bandages amidst the breeze. His slightly hunched body and exposed arms resembled a mummy, with dark red eyes appearing extremely sinister, resembling a mummy in nearly every aspect.

Shawn slowly opened his eyes and leisurely rose, saying, "Saxon-Desert Child."

"You’ve come."

The mummy stared at Shawn before him. Its dark red eyes seemed ghastly as it hesitantly asked, "President, have you changed bodies again?"

Shawn gave an ambivalent response, saying coolly, "That’s not for you to ask."

The mummy was one of the Celestial Calamity Messenger Team members, a near-Legendary Level Transcendent of the Monster Path. It could create droughts, manipulate sand and swarms, and spread plague, living in a half-elemental and half-undead form. The mummy itself was its physical form. With a hoarse voice, it said, "Recently, I’ve heard rumors that the President has left this realm."

Shawn smiled faintly, a wisp of Purgatory flame burning in his pupils as he said coolly, "Do you suspect I’m an imposter?"

Aemon’s True Name Law manifested, and the Three Paths of Purgatory’s aura enveloped the entire room.

The mummy stepped back in fear, trembled slightly all over, and bowed respectfully, saying, "I dare not. I’m merely curious about the rumors. Does the President have any new plans?"

Shawn retorted coldly, "Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t."

The Celestial Calamity Messenger Team was the base left by Aemon. Though Shawn possessed Aemon’s True Name Law, these people were not easy to control as most belonged to the Monster Path Transcendents, far stronger than ordinary people. The Celestial Calamity Messenger Team was a double-edged sword used by Aemon to disrupt the Realm of Reality.

This Celestial Calamity Warband’s strength far surpassed that of other Hermitage members, and their life forms varied greatly.

Shawn gazed at the mummy before him and asked softly, "Have the others arrived?"

The mummy replied respectfully, "They’re here."

Shawn frowned and asked, "Why are you the only one to come?"

In a low voice, the mummy answered, "They’re afraid of disturbing the President’s rest." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Upon hearing this, Shawn snorted coldly, gently raised his finger as a Secret Rune shot out.

A palm-sized swirling yellow sand gathered in the mummy’s hand, and upon catching it, it quivered slightly. The bandages on its body shattered, transforming into countless fine sand grains that then flew and gathered again, reforming into the bandages wrapping its body.

Shawn said calmly, "Here’s your task. Now leave."

The mummy nodded respectfully and soon its form transformed into a swirling dust storm, exiting from the balcony.

The room didn’t retain a single grain of sand; all those grains were part of its body.

Ring City, Outer City District.

The sound of a whistling wind arose, the mummy’s figure landed amidst the swirling dust.

In the darkness, a captivating, charismatic female voice sounded, "Did you meet the President?"

"Is it him?"

A pale woman’s face emerged from the shadow; her features were exquisitely stunning, incomparable in allure, except for her crimson lips, her pale skin showed no hint of blood. This woman slowly stepped out of the darkness. Under the moonlight, she cast no shadow whatsoever.

The mummy remained silent until two blazing Soul Fires emerged from the darkness. Only then did it say mildly, "I don’t know."

"But he made me feel fear."

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

Amidst a faint sound of hoofbeats, an armored knight slowly emerged. He held his head in his hands and said solemnly, "If uncertain, then he is the President."

"What are the new orders?"

The mummy raised a hand, emitting a faint glow from a Secret Technique Seal.

The knight clad in black armor extended his steel-arm-guard-adorned hand, its sharp spikes glistening with cold light. He reached out and received the Secret Technique Seal, contemplated for a moment, and then the head he carried spoke in a rasping voice, "Let’s go."

"Act separately."

"The moment I arrived, I felt this city enveloped by the Dark Blood Sacrifice ritual. It’s likely the ritual is about to start."

"The President’s patience isn’t good."

The shadowless alluring woman raised her delicate eyebrows, her expression somewhat playful as she said, "I heard the last time, the Doomsday Circus members all perished."

"Do you think we’ll meet the same fate here?"

The black-armored knight turned expressionlessly, a Nightmare emerged from the darkness, accompanying his figure as it gradually receded, seemingly ignoring the woman’s words.

The mummy hesitated briefly, stopped its words, and then dissipated into a swirling windstorm.

In place, only the seductive woman snorted coldly, gazing deeply toward the distant Black Tower, murmuring, "Here, there’s the aura of the old days."

"We may all perish here."

"If he is the President, I’m willing to sacrifice everything, but if he’s not?... "

In the darkness.

The Nightmare’s whinny echoed.

The Headless Knight’s deep voice resounded from afar, "If you can’t prove he’s not the President, then he is the President."

"The Celestial Calamity Messenger Team exists because of him, and for him."

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