As thoughts flickered, Leyton saw the blood vessels on the other party's body suddenly burst, and a pool of dark green, almost black liquid splattered everywhere, emitting a strong stench, like sewage from a ditch.
Under the Eyes of Mystery Prying, Leyton directly saw through the essence of these sewage; they were simply bacteria and viruses gathered together, reproducing and spreading at an incredible speed, and in just a moment, they had spread throughout the entire area.
As the blood vessels burst, the puppet's body instantly withered, as if all its nutrients had been used to supply these viruses.
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"This is just an expendable clone of mine, consider it a meeting gift. Next time we meet, I'll give you an even bigger gift."
Boom!
A blazing white spear, trailing a golden-red stream, instantly pierced through the other party's body, exploding instantly and unleashing a wave of crimson fire.
The high temperature of the fire wave scorched everything around it, and the black liquid formed by bacteria and viruses on the ground instantly evaporated.
Leyton pulled his body higher and waited for a moment, his brows gradually furrowing. It wasn't completely cleared. What did he use to cultivate bacteria with such vitality?
As thoughts flickered, Leyton spread his palms downwards, creating shimmering starlight. These stars instantly shone with a pale golden light, spreading out layer by layer, carrying a strong Sun aura and Purification power, gradually purifying all the bacteria and viruses below.
After doing all this, his body distorted in mid-air and instantly disappeared.
On the ground three to four hundred meters away, a pale purple eye suddenly appeared. The pupil was a phantom symbol composed of layers of Door. This eye distorted for a moment, then transformed into Leyton's figure.
This was a mark he had left beforehand; as long as he was within a certain range, he could use these marks to teleport his position.
In mid-air, Crow Anu flapped his wings and flew over, landing on Leyton's shoulder as usual.
"Boss, where are we going next?"
"Let's go to the river and see. I hope that river hasn't been polluted yet, otherwise, the previous plan will have to end prematurely before it even begins."
Leyton replied with a slight frown; he had a vague feeling that the situation was about to spiral out of control.
Crow Anu nodded in a human-like manner, then said:
"That person just now was a bit scary, and there was a very annoying feeling."
"Annoying? Why?" Leyton tilted his head slightly, observing the crow standing on his shoulder.
"He is someone who disrespects death; I instinctively dislike him."
Crow Anu shook his head, seemingly not very clear about the question himself.
On Longtail Island, the southernmost island of the Rorsted Archipelago, Leyton's Prophet Clone simulated the Mystical Reenactment ability of "Cinderella," changing his appearance, image, and temperament, and appeared there.
He was tracking the whereabouts of Aurelina Solon, the Demoness of Unaging, who was severely injured by the lightning strike from the Lord of Storms last time. Her fellow Demoness companions didn't seem to care for her, or perhaps she was avoiding the Demoness Church, as she had been staying at sea during this time.
According to the revelation given by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the Demoness of Unaging should have been staying in the sea area from Longtail Island to Dalinius Island during this period.
The Prophet Clone boarded the passenger ship bound for Dalinius Island with a newly bought ticket. This was the first island south of the Rorsted Archipelago, and the journey took about 10 hours. In fact, the distance between the two islands was not too far, but because it was close to the Berserk Sea, it was somewhat affected, leading to a more circuitous route.
He didn't intend to find the other party too eagerly. The Demoness is also a Pathway skilled in divination, with high spirituality, especially since the other party is a Sequence 3 Demoness of Unaging. Sometimes, letting nature take its course is more efficient than actively pursuing.
On the deck of the passenger ship, as his gaze casually swept around, he saw two acquaintances at the bow of the ship. He curved his lips into a smile and walked towards them.
Phoenix, wearing a black trench coat and with a slightly thin build, stood next to a lady with dark golden eyes and fiery red hair. She wore a pale red long dress with a wide brown cloak over it.
Before the Prophet Clone even got close, the two at the bow of the ship had already turned their heads as if they had a premonition.
Seeing their gazes fall upon him, he gently rubbed his fingers, dispelling the magical effect he was maintaining on himself, revealing his original appearance. After maintaining it for a short while, he re-simulated the magical effect and changed back to his previous appearance.
"Long time no see, Mr. Phoenix, and, shouldn't you be on the Southern Continent? Are you traveling again under the guise of a mission?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell directly on Sia, his tone like someone who had discovered a classmate slacking off in class.
Sia twitched her lips, revealing a smile without much sincerity. Her spirituality spread, forming an invisible wall of spirituality around her, and then she calmly said:
"As a qualified church member, how could I do such a thing?"
"I'm investigating the newly appearing 'Crimson Queen' at sea. She is a Follower of the Primeval Moon, most likely a Shaman King!"
Leyton nodded thoughtfully, staring at Sia's face for a long time.
Sia cooperated perfectly, brushing a strand of hair that had been blown to her forehead by the sea breeze, and said in a somewhat lazy voice:
"What are you looking at? Did you meet someone who looks a lot like me?"
Sia's casual remark caused a slight stir in the Prophet Clone's intuition. My encounter with Sia is not a coincidence; she can help me track down the Demoness of Unaging.
The Prophet's intuition made him very certain of his guess. After a slight nod, he chuckled and said:
"I did indeed meet one. I'm currently hunting her down. She calls herself Aurelina Solon."
"I remember you never mentioned your surname. Is she your sister? Hmm, the age doesn't quite match. Is she an elder in your family?"
The smile on Sia's face suddenly turned cold, and her voice became sharp as she said:
"Hunting her down? She was a demigod-level Demoness a long time ago. Are you sure you're hunting her down and not going to your death?"
The Prophet Clone nodded lightly, ignoring Sia's words, and continued:
"To be precise, she is now a Demoness of Unaging, but she was struck by the Lord of Storms before. Although she didn't die, her current condition is not good either."
"Let's talk somewhere else. Demoness are very good at divination and have very high spiritual intuition. Too strong a malice might make her aware."
Phoenix, who had been standing silently beside them, suddenly spoke.
Hearing the word "we" from Phoenix, the Prophet Clone's gaze lingered meaningfully between him and Sia for a moment, then he chuckled, turned around, and walked towards the passenger ship's cabin.
Above the Gray Fog, within the ancient and magnificent palace.
Streaks of deep crimson light suddenly rose, degenerating into slightly blurry figures, scattered and seated on both sides of the mottled long table.
Leyton leaned back slightly, turning his head to look at Azik's seat to his left. A blurry figure sat leisurely on the high-backed chair.
Hermit Cattleya, across the mottled long table, also immediately cast her gaze towards Azik's position. Seeing that he had also appeared today, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He also came today. With our previous conversation, my request for a mythical creature's blood transaction today won't seem too presumptuous.
As thoughts flickered, she heard the usual light and pleasant voice of "Justice" Audrey:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
After Audrey greeted him, everyone else also greeted The Fool at the head of the mottled long table in turn. Afterwards, Audrey, Fors, and Cattleya each presented several pages of the Roselle diary.
Klein didn't spend too long reading the diary. After a short while, he made the materialized diary in his hand disappear, then leaned back against the chair, and said in a calm tone:
"You may begin."
Hermit Cattleya looked around. She didn't intend to speak immediately. That would appear too eager.
Hanged Man Alger looked around. Seeing that no one spoke first, he chuckled and said:
"I need the Ocean Songster's potion formula."