Whispering Poems

Chapter 3261 The Bishop of Doom

Above the water, about three minutes ago—

As Shad splashed into the water, the worried cat walked to the gap in the ice and looked down.

Her big amber eyes were full of worry, and Miss Reinhardt, who was holding the rope, was originally worried that the black ice surface would be frozen again. But with the cat's gentle "meow", a small flame burst out of the cat's mouth, immediately melting the ice that was about to refreeze.

"Miss, what kind of cat is this? Look at it standing in this filthy area, not even wearing an amulet, but it is not affected at all."

The white-haired girl asked her teacher softly. This youngest witch apprentice of this generation was still innocent and had no resistance to small and cute cats like Mia:

"In my hometown, there are some snow-white cats of alien species on the ice field that can withstand extreme cold and storms. But generally speaking, cats that can withstand the cold have white fur. Cats with orange and white fur like this one are very rare."

The Great Witch of the Sun could not answer this question either. She was just wondering why the fire spewed out by the cat, which had clearly no temperature, could melt the black ice produced by the filth of the snow-capped mountains when she faced it.

The rope in her hand suddenly moved, and Miss Reinhardt realized that Shad had begun to prepare to cast a spell.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, her keen perception captured the pure earth power coming from under her feet, dispersing the filth around her. However, she could only sense this through her connection with the snowy mountain. She herself was not a witch of the earth, so she could not understand the specific origin of the magic performed by Shade just through such perception.

The pale golden eyes looked around, the black ice crystals clinging to the ground and tree trunks were slowly fading, and the chill that invaded the soul was also disappearing bit by bit. So the witch and the apprentice knew that Shade's method worked, and his magic seemed to be born specifically to restrain this kind of filth.

"When Vanessa saw him, was she attracted by his magic?"

The witch's mind began to wander, but she did not forget to ask her apprentice:
"It's getting late. How about we have lunch first before going up the mountain?"

"Okay, teacher, I'll follow your instructions."

The white-haired girl said softly, her eyes still fixed on the cat guarding the ice. Miss Reinhart was about to say something else, but suddenly frowned and turned to look behind her.

On the path in the cedar forest, a man wearing a monocle was walking towards the spring. A huge brass emblem of Mr. Fortune hung on his chest, and his left hand kept throwing a ten-sided white dice, which appeared almost translucent in the sunlight.

Miss Larson turned around belatedly, but was immediately stopped by Miss Reinhardt. The witch reached out and handed the rope to her apprentice, looking at the stranger with a serious expression.

Behind the man throwing the dice, a standard twelve-ring life ring emerged from the steam. The witch took a deep breath, and her eleven-ring life ring also emerged. The man stopped, and both sides were silent for a few seconds before the witch spoke:

"who are you?"

After the dice fell into his hand, it was not thrown again this time. The man answered in very standard Carsenric:
"Bishop of the Cult of Doom, you may have heard of my name: Kale Watuna."

The witch nodded slightly:

"Of course I have heard of it. The bounty offered by the Five Gods Church for you is enough to buy you the best mansions in places like Willendel and Tobesk. So what do you want to talk to me about?"

She wasn't afraid of the challenge, she just didn't understand what she was facing at the moment.

The archbishop of the evil god cult also nodded slightly:

"On Tuesday night, our spinning wheel anchored a result, but it failed to materialize. Last night, only one of the two people sent out by the cult to carry out a mission returned. Both of these things are related to you, so I asked the spinning wheel to give me another result. As a result, the spinning wheel told me that you will carry out a very important task for the story of this island today, so I came to see it myself."

His eyes swept across the life ring behind the witch and Miss Larson pulling the rope, and finally saw the cat standing at the end of the rope.

Mia didn't turn around to pay attention to him. The cat was anxiously waiting for Shade to come back.

"According to normal developments, you should actually send a few high-level cultists to find me first, and then come and die yourself after discovering that I have exchanged them for bounties."

The witch said bluntly, and the cult bishop who looked to be in his forties politely explained his thoughts:

"According to the general story, I am the villain, and doing this will only lead to my own destruction. So I skipped the middle link and came here myself. The spinning wheel cannot reveal your origins. I respect mysterious opponents like you. And there seems to be a black hole around you that has been distorting fate. What is that? A special human, a powerful relic, or some kind of mysterious blessing?"

He spread out his left palm, letting the translucent white dice bathe in the dappled winter sunlight in the pine forest:
"Accidents like yours must be eliminated in advance, otherwise the development of the story will get out of control."

The witch suddenly thought of what Shade said after the encounter with the cultists last night. She raised her eyebrows:
"So, the chosen one of destiny is indeed on this island."

Kale Watuna's expression remained unchanged:
"Sure enough, the variables that can interfere with the course of the story must also be related to fate. You are not, you are not a candidate, otherwise the spinning wheel would not give your location information."

Because Shade had not yet shared information about the [Prophecy Spinning Wheel], Miss Reinhardt actually did not know what the so-called "spinning wheel" was at this time. But at least she roughly understood the current situation. The [Doom Cult] thought she was a nuisance, so the archbishop of the cult personally chased her down.

"I don't understand. We are only one level apart. How can you be confident that you can defeat me alone? With the relic in your hand?"

The witch asked the last question. Thirteen orange-red gems flew out of the reinforced small bag on her waist, forming a new semicircle between her and the life ring. The gems emitted a warm and fiery light like the sun. When she first landed on the island last time, she didn't expect to face the angel-level magic sword directly, so she was not prepared. But this time, she went out fully armed.

Kale Watuna, who showed the dice in his hand, nodded:
"When I considered you an enemy, you had already lost. The angel-level spinning wheel, two sage-level relics, three keeper-level relics, plus the cult's divine curse ritual, the bad luck that these combined have brought you is enough to make you bow to fate.

The reason I came to you was just to make sure that everything went smoothly and to confirm your origins. Now I can basically determine that, according to the probability from most to least, you belong to the [Witch Council], [The Harvest Cult], [The Sun Vowed] or [The Harlequin Troupe]. "

He then looked at the witch's expression, but could not make any inferences from her expression:

"A keeper-level relic [Challenge of the Brave], 0-3 is good luck, 4-9 is bad luck. Originally, this effect targeted the user, but we have a unique secret technique that allows it to work on other people - guess, in the next three minutes, how bad will your luck be?"

The rays from the thirteen orange-red gems shot out in the next second. After the loud explosion, the archbishop of the cult stood there intact, but the dice in his hand had fallen to the snow at his feet:
"The number 7, as I remember, corresponds to a malicious summon. Farewell, ladies."

A pitch-black space crack opened up between the two sides. Behind the two-meter-long black horizontal crack, the eyes of the giant beast with bloody turbid silver slowly opened.

It simply opened its eyes from the sealed subspace and looked at the material world. The sky above the snow-capped mountains changed directly from a clear morning to dusk, and even March appeared.

The thick night invaded the material world from the cracks in space. The silence that almost wiped out all sounds and colors even made the witch take two steps back. Her face was quite ugly. She controlled the power of ice and fire, but the real nemesis of the power she controlled was actually this deep and quiet darkness and night.

If her power was stronger, she would be the opponent's nemesis, but obviously she encountered an accident this time:

"Ancient evil creature - the moon beast."

The bloody silver eyes in the cracks stared at the witch and the apprentice. At this moment, the witch wanted to summon her own golden ladder. The opponent did not appear directly in the material world, so it was not completely impossible to fight this time. She was just worried that bad luck would cause other problems in the subsequent battles.

But this time she thought too much. Before the golden stairs symbolizing the witch's power appeared, the cat who was waiting for Shade's return on the ice felt that it was getting dark, so he turned around and looked back impatiently.

The cat's bright amber eyes saw the eyes of the silver beast in the gap in space, and Mia became even more unhappy:
"Meow!"

The cat called out to the crack, but it didn't get angry, it just made a sound of annoyance to drive it away. The sound was very soft, but it was extremely abrupt in the silence brought by the night.

The giant beast behind the crack was attracted by the cat's cry. Its eyes, which were hundreds of times larger than the cat's, stared at the cat's amber eyes for a few seconds. Then, the huge bloodshot eyes closed, and the space crack disappeared immediately.