Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 16

“Wooh!”

Bansy Harbor, shrouded in night, was suddenly swept by a strong wind. Branches were broken off the trees along the street, and the dense fog was churned up.

Ordinary people like Erland were carried away by the strong wind and fell to different places. Only a few people of substantial weight merely staggered a few steps.

Donna’s small body was easily caught by the fierce wind, and she was about to smash heavily onto the ground, causing her to close her eyes in fear while mid-air.

Then, Donna, falling from the air, suddenly landed on a soft spot, completely unharmed. She nervously opened her eyes a slit and saw that what caught her below was a nest-like structure of dark green vines.

Klein and Danitz did not forcefully resist the wind pressure’s battering; they were blown backward like kites by the fierce wind but maintained their balance throughout.

Quinn stood firm in the wind. His hair, rooted in the ground, acted as a stabilizing force. He was motionless like a wooden stake, ready to strike. Slender wooden cones sprouted from both his hands, waiting only for the wind to end before he would launch his attack.

The strong wind blew for a while, its momentum lessening. At this moment, six headless figures rushed out from the dense fog on both sides of Bishop Miller! Their wounds gurgled with bl00d, and they charged toward them like terrifying beasts.

Troublesome… Danitz nervously thought of a countermeasure. Then, a flash of brass light passed before his eyes.

He saw Gehrman Sparrow throw out an antique brass whistle.

The headless figures then roared, changed their target, gathered into a cluster, and fought over the whistle!

A good opportunity! Danitz crouched low, his face flushed, and slowly condensed a blazing white flame spear in his hand. He threw it fiercely, destroying half the body of one of the headless figures.

Following that, he saw Quinn charging toward Bishop Miller. While dodging the wind blades, he flung a wooden thorn toward the cluster of headless figures.

After piercing through the chests of two monsters, the wooden thorn suddenly bloomed above the brass whistle!

Countless sharp, pitch-black branches, suddenly erupting from the center, weaved among the six headless figures. They stitched flesh and bl00d, entangled one another, and sewed the six headless figures into a large ball with flesh as the skin and branches as the thread!

Following that, sounds of massive objects falling to the ground echoed throughout Bansy Harbor. Quinn released control over the hunting golems, retaining only a few for the defense team.

The soil in front of him slowly wriggled. Six vine golems, each three meters tall, stood up like a towering wall of iron-black, pressing toward Bishop Miller.

“Heh heh heh…”

Quinn let out a suppressed laugh, and a wooden giant scythe grew in his hand.

“I’ll use this to cut off your head!”

Behind him, Klein followed closely. His left glove suddenly began to squirm, and golden dragon scales emerged.

“Psychiatrist,” “Frenzy”!

Bishop Miller, who was about to unleash a large number of wind blades, suddenly froze. His eyes closed and opened, and they were stained with complete madness. Slippery tentacles seemed about to emerge from under his bishop’s robe.

“RUA!” Quinn did not miss the opportunity. His figure darted forward, instantly severing Bishop Miller’s head!

The headless Bishop Miller seemed utterly confused. But his body remained active, and countless slippery tentacles were still preparing to attack!

Quinn chuckled and retreated.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Six siege-hammer-like giant fists slammed down fiercely, crushing Bishop Miller’s restless flesh into bloody red fragments.

The out-of-control Bishop was thus easily dealt with by the three of them.

What terrifying strength… If the Captain were here, facing these two, it would probably be hard for him to escape either…

Danitz looked to the left at the great ball of flesh and to the right at Bishop Miller, who had become Miller paste, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, he saw Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a semi-tall silk top hat, and Quinn Free, wearing a bl00d-stained bishop’s robe, both looking at him.

“Wh-What’s wrong?” Danitz shivered and asked nervously.

He felt like he was facing two bottomless seas filled with madness. The difference was that Gehrman Sparrow’s madness was like an undercurrent in the sea, while Quinn Free’s madness was like a volcanic eruption in the sea, making his scalp tingle.

Quinn happily gave him a peace sign. Gehrman, meanwhile, picked up his top hat, retrieved the condensed Beyonder Characteristic from Bishop Miller’s remains, and put it in his pocket.

“I’m hungry,” Quinn suddenly said.

If you’re hungry, why are you looking at me? You’re freaking me out! Danitz roared inwardly, only managing an awkward smile on his face.

Gehrman nodded and said, “Then let’s go back to the ship.”

There might be more unknown forces behind the Bansy Harbor incident. They had already encountered considerable danger just exploring the surface. The top priority was to leave immediately; the rest would be handled by the official Beyonders.

Erland raised his hand and said, “I’d like to send a telegram to the Church, reporting the situation here.”

He paused and added, “Don’t worry, there won’t be any information that affects you two.”

“We’ll pass by it on the way,” Gehrman nodded. Quinn chimed in, “Perfect, I’ll go with you. I also have a telegram I want to send.”

I haven’t reported my safety to Snow and the others for so long. He wouldn’t have pulled out all the vegetables I planted in the garden, would he…? Remembering what Snow had said before he left, Quinn couldn’t help but feel a stream of sorrowful tears in his heart.

Erland looked at Quinn’s sadly swaying hair tips and couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Just then, Quinn suddenly remembered that he didn’t seem to be a passenger on the White Agate. He quickly cast a pitiful gaze toward Erland.

Captain Erland was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening. He smiled stiffly and said, “Thank you, Bishop Quinn. If it’s not too inconvenient, you are welcome to travel on our ship.”

“Thank you!” Quinn beamed with joy.

The group passed by the telegraph office. Captain Erland and Quinn stood outside the door and asked the vigilant staff to help send the telegram. Just in case, Quinn swore at the end of the letter on the Holy Emblem of the Mother Earth Goddess to confirm that he was indeed Quinn and had not lost control.

While standing outside the telegraph office, Quinn inexplicably smelled a metallic scent of bl00d drifting out from under the door, irritating his nerves.

Before he could take a few more sniffs, Gehrman Sparrow said indifferently, “Back to the ship.”

Captain Erland and the group were no longer willing to stay. They quickly returned to the harbor and boarded the White Agate, which was moored at the port and illuminated by candlelight.

Everyone returned to their cabins to rest, leaving only Klein, disguised as Gehrman Sparrow, and Quinn, whose mind was particularly alert due to the spiritual contamination, guarding the deck.

Six silent golems stood tall in front of the deck. Until the morning light broke through the dawn mist, and until there were pedestrians on the street. Quinn and Gehrman chatted idly; Quinn spoke, and Gehrman listened.

Quinn looked at the gradually bustling dock and suddenly said, “It’s over?”

“It should be over.”