1150 Descend Again (2/2)
They reached a corner, and Simon snapped his fingers. A layer of mist that only Nietzsche could see suddenly wrapped around him.
”You definitely didn't obtain the power from that painting… It's from that convenience store, isn't it?” Simon said with certainty.
”No!” Nietzsche shook his head adamantly. ”He's just a profiteer. I've been cheated enough by him!”
”Really?” Simon was still suspicious. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but there was also no flaw in Nietzsche's statement.
”In any case, I have to congratulate you!” Simon threw him a look that was full of venom. The aura on Nietzsche was the type that he hated the most.
”If there's nothing else, I'll get going first!” Nietzsche retreated with a smile, and his palm touched the mist.
Whoosh!
The mist seemed to meet fierce flames and burnt away.
In his mind, Old Man Javier's Convenience Store had become a mysterious supply store. He naturally would not want to share it with anyone else.
…
”Should I say… that the wheel of fate has begun to turn slowly?”
Fang Yuan drank his hot cocoa leisurely in the convenience store. His eyes, however, seemed to have witnessed everything.
”The Great Sun Meditation Technique isn't as simple as it seems on the surface. It burns the enemy and everything else by burning you yourself and your psyche… If not for this quick method, how could you obtain enough power to anger Omar before the completion of the Dark Ritual?” He smiled.
Although the sun and luminosity were never in his system, with the ability of the Dream Dao Fruit to contain countless properties, developing this kind of luminosity ability was child's play.
However, the privilege of having an Outer God customize a technique for you was not something that even the Uyguklais had enjoyed.
”I spent a bit of effort on it. You have to grow well and give me a surprise…”
Fang Yuan smiled and looked far away.
Through the void, he saw another few scenes.
…
Somewhere in the sewers.
Candlelight illuminated a dining table. Hannibal wrapped a napkin around his neck and held a knife and fork. It looked as though he was enjoying a candlelight dinner—if you ignored the surroundings.
Several incomplete corpses were by the edge of the dining table.
After finishing his meal, Hannibal wiped his lips with the white napkin like a gentleman. He fell to his knees as if he had heard something.
”More… more fear, more meat…
”Complete… complete the Feast of Meat!
”The Ancient… will descend again. All the races of darkness will be able to walk the earth again!”
…
On another side, a team was slowly driving into Kimbert City and stopped in front of an abandoned factory.
”Quick, start unloading the goods!”
Many bodyguards got off from the cars and carried numerous iron boxes into the factory under the command of a white-haired steward.
”All right. All of you, out!”
The white-haired old steward caressed the iron boxes after the others left.
These boxes were all slender and heavy, and they seemed like… coffins?
Bang!
He pried one open, and there was a young girl of about twenty years old. She had fair skin, and her eyes were tightly shut.
Her brows moved slightly, as though she would awaken in the next moment.
A trace of delight emerged on the old steward's face. A dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed her!
Poof!
Blood splattered everywhere!
A moment later, he opened another coffin that had a layer of dark soil in it. The old steward let the fresh blood from the dagger drip into it and murmured, ”The evil spirit wandering in the darkness, the hunter that chases blood, awaken… Start the Blood Sacrifice to the God of Darkness!”
Along with the murmur, changes suddenly happened in the coffin, making a lot of noise.
A withered palm seemed to be breaking free of its last shackles and broke out from the soil!