Chapter 341
Chapter 341: K-Masked Man’s Deity Served?!
Outside the Water Curtain Cave, three majestic Goddess Statues stood tall. Under the protection of their divine domain, nearly a hundred knights were in solemn formation. They all stared in the direction of the Calamity Force Waterfall.
The towering purple mist, like a ferocious beast, clawed and writhed across the entire cliff face. It crept into the waterfall’s flow and seeped into the cave. The Crying Witches, following the mist’s advance, flickered rapidly towards the Water Curtain Cave, their smiles growing more eerie.
A total of 120 Crying Witches had gathered around the Water Curtain Cave, far exceeding Jiang Qiue’s expectations. They ignored the knights within the divine domain of the statues and quietly faced the Water Curtain Cave, waiting for the mist to engulf the last safe haven. The Black Moon Holy See and others watched calmly, also waiting. If the two people inside retained any reason, their best choice would be to surrender. They might have a slim chance of survival if they sought protection from the Holy See before the purple mist covered the cave.
Quietly, the purple mist completed its coverage, and the Crying Witches flickered like phantoms. But in the next instant, their movements abruptly froze. A desolate and magnificent aura, carrying immense pressure, boomed from within the cave!
“?” Jiang Qiue’s ethereal eyes narrowed slightly.
The two True Martial Knights were also stunned, their eyes widening slowly. “This is…”
“The God King Statue?”
What in the world?! All the knights subconsciously raised their heads, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. How could the aura of a God King Statue appear inside the cave?
Yuji Pao’s expression tensed, a sense of unease growing in his heart. He immediately activated his eyes to look into the cave again. He couldn’t see the specific scene, but he could clearly discern that the statue’s aura originated from the K-Masked Man!
“This is a joke…” His face darkened, his murmuring filled with disbelief. He had never anticipated such an outrageous development. In just 15 minutes, he had learned an A-class Spirit Robe?! And without any Enlightenment Marks, which was truly absurd! Yuji Pao cursed inwardly.
Jiang Qiue’s delicate brows furrowed, filled with confusion. This K-Masked Man was becoming increasingly mysterious, possessing many secrets. “Learning it completely now is impossible. He most likely learned the God King Statue long ago!” the white-haired old man said, shaking his head and reacting first. He sent a telepathic message to everyone: “But don’t worry about that for now! No matter what, we must destroy his statue first!”
While the K-Masked Man’s ability to use this Spirit Robe surprised them, it didn’t mean he could turn the tide with it. Although the Black Moon Goddess was currently corrupted and sometimes fell into deep sleep, she was one of the twelve Main Star Gods, possessing immense divinity, far superior to any minor god who merely lingered. It could be said that only a Ninth Order Star God or a Nightmare God of similar status could contend with the Black Moon Goddess in terms of divinity; otherwise, they would be crushed.
Furthermore, even if the deity served by the K-Masked Man was also a Main Star God, they could not possibly defeat them, especially with three Black Moon Goddess Statues on their side. Therefore, as long as the K-Masked Man’s statue was destroyed, these two masked individuals would completely lose their anchor and be devoured by the Crying Witches.
Following the white-haired old man’s stern command, golden patterns spread out around the three majestic Goddess Statues, their auras steadily rising.
At the same time, in the Place of Seal.
The Star-skirt woman lay lazily on the divine seat, her pale dragon tail, coiled beneath her graceful curves, binding a palm-sized wooden carving. The carving was of a small person, whose lifelike face bore a strong resemblance to Xia Feng, though in a more chibi, anime-doll style. Perhaps due to the inherent dampness of the Place of Seal, the wooden carving was covered in moisture. Its originally light brown wooden color had deepened. The tip of her nimble dragon tail held the carving, sometimes tightening its grip abruptly, sometimes loosening it slowly. The wooden toy seemed to be of poor quality, emitting creaking, strained sounds as it endured the Dragon God’s power.
After playing with it idly for a while, her long, pale dragon tail flicked up before her eyes. She lay on her side with her legs curled, her majestic vertical pupils intently focused on the chibi wooden carving. After watching for a moment, she sighed, pursed her lips, and murmured, “Xia Feng, time passes so slowly…”
Half a month ago, her follower estimated it would take another ten-odd days of busy work. Now, half a month had passed, and she wondered if her follower had finished. She had never felt time pass so slowly. In the past, she would sleep for centuries, millennia, even tens of thousands of years. Half a month… this was an unfamiliar term for her. Normally, she could close her eyes and upon waking, centuries would have passed during her slumber. But now, she found herself unable to sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could feel the potent erosion of Calamity Force, deepening her pain.
! Lost in her idle thoughts, the Star-skirt woman blinked and poked the wooden Xia Feng’s cheek intermittently with the tip of her finger.
But at this moment—
A deep, respectful male voice echoed in her mind: “Lord Dragon God, your most loyal follower requires your assistance.”
“!!!” Di Si’s vertical pupils constricted sharply. Her exquisitely beautiful little face, bewitching yet majestic, flushed crimson. Her delicate shoulders trembled, then froze, as if she dared not move.
“Lord Dragon God, your most loyal follower requires your assistance.” The follower’s respectful, deep voice echoed again.
Whoosh— The dragon tail binding the wooden carving was suddenly withdrawn beneath her starry skirt, disappearing. The Star-skirt woman stiffly sat up, pursed her lips, and raised her eyes. Luckily, the follower had not appeared there but had prayed to her through some special means. The blush on her face, steaming with heat, receded. Her vertical pupils returned to their cold and solemn majesty. After sensing the follower’s plea with her divine thought, she quickly understood the situation.
This prayer came from an A-class Spirit Robe and could not engage in dialogue with her, only offer a one-sided prayer. Naturally, finding her previous… perverted behavior was impossible. “Lord Dragon God, your most loyal follower requires…” Xia Feng’s prayer carried a hint of confusion and urgency.
Seeing this, Di Si did not dare to delay and quickly agreed. “Yes,” her divine thought responded calmly. The sound of prayer soon faded, and silence returned beneath the World Tree. The Star-skirt woman sat upright on the divine seat, her vertical pupils gazing ethereally into the infinite distance. The three abilities of the God King Statue required permission from the deity upon their first use; subsequent uses would no longer need prayer.
Honestly, Xia Feng almost thought he had messed up. He had sent several prayers in a row, but received no response from the Lord Dragon God. Under normal circumstances, a deity’s thoughts transcend ordinary logic, and telepathic communication is instantaneous. Even when asleep, they could easily process billions of prayers. There should be no delay. The Evil Dragon Miss had a rather long delay just now; he wondered what she was doing. However, considering the peculiar nature of the Place of Seal, an unusually long delay was not entirely unexpected.
