Chapter 521 - Chapter 521: Chapter 489 Karno, Bast, Child of the Sun God (1/2)

Chapter 521: Chapter 489 Karno, Bast, Child of the Sun God

“Bast.”

“Is this a fairy tale world?”

In the painting, the sunshine in the fairy tale world was like liquid gold, pouring down from the azure, boundless sky, gently and brilliantly shining on every inch of land.

A few white clouds, as pure as cotton, wandered leisurely in the sky. Their shapes varied, resembling a flock of sheep strolling through the heavens or the peculiar sailboats in children’s dreams.

On the endless grassland, flowers of various colors dotted the landscape: red like fire, yellow like gold, blue like the sea, and purple like lilacs, all blooming competitively and emitting waves of fragrance that were heartwarmingly pleasant.

Karno took a deep breath.

The scent of the flowers was very real.

This place was like a real world.

In the distance of this fairy tale world, one could see a majestic castle: it was spectacular, with its towers piercing the clouds, its walls sparkling with golden brilliance in the sunlight, and surrounded by a vast Magic Forest, with tall and straight trees and dense foliage. The sunlight, streaming through the treetops, sprinkled mottled light and shadow.

“Are we going to that castle?”

Karno fell into thought.

“Forbidden rare artifact number 1001, Pirot Jules’ fairy tale scroll, can trap the defeated within it, and the time inside is completely stopped… Although it doesn’t have much offensive power to speak of, it indeed makes the perfect prison.”

His silver-gray hair fell softly over his shoulders, occasionally a few strands rebelliously brushed across his pale cheeks, adding a touch of rebelliousness and transcendence to his aura.

What was most eye-catching was Karno’s body, which had lost an arm.

Despite this, he did not appear incomplete; instead, he integrated this imperfection into his personal style with a grace that was beyond that of ordinary people.

He wore a delicate mechanical arm, its silver shell complementing the silver of his hair, with complex runes carved onto the mechanical arm.

Karno had a fair complexion, with delicate features as if carved by an artist, his eyes deep and bright, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky, revealing a maturity and insight beyond his years.

“Regardless, for now, Bast, let’s go to that cottage over there first and see if we can find a way to leave this place.”

Then, Karno smiled and squinted his eyes as he looked toward the figure not far away.

In a shaded corner not far away, a figure was curled up: once illustrious, now a completely different elderly man.

He was in the form of a soul body, and his soul, like an ancient mirror finely sanded by the sands of time, still retained the glory of the past, yet was covered in cracks.

Those eyes that once flashed with the light of wisdom, now completely lost their luster, his face etched with the marks of years, his soul harboring an indescribable loss, like a torn ancient tome, no longer able to piece together complete memories and emotions.

“Who am I? Bast? Who are you talking about when you say ‘Bast’? And who are you?”

The old man in soul form seemed to be enshrouded in an invisible fog, unable to comprehend Karno’s words at all, looking at Karno with confusion and bewilderment.

“You once said that you are Bast. What is our relation?”

Smiling, Karno walked over and calmly said, “We are friends.”

“Friends?”

Bast seemed unable to understand, fell silent for a while, and then continued to ask, “I am Bast? Who are you? Why are we here?”

“I am Karno Fischer…”

“Fischer!”

Before Karno could finish, the soul form of Bast suddenly widened his eyes and trembled reflexively, as if he was too excited to control himself.

“Fischer, Fischer, what exactly is Fischer… Ahhhhhh!”

He couldn’t help but roar, his broken memories unable to recall what Fischer meant, but the mere name filled Bast with excitement and pain.

So Karno chose not to continue and remained silent instead.

After more than a decade, his reaction was still so intense. Karno had only heard about the past events from others, but upon careful reflection, it indeed seemed like a situation one could never forget, even in death.

Karno watched the scene calmly, and after a long while, when Bast had gradually calmed down, he finally spoke:

“We are trapped. The millennial ruler of the Terrara Church State, the legendary ‘Child of the Sun God,’ ‘Saint of Sun,’ has captured us here.”