Black sail

Chapter 639 XIX. Ancient Secrets
The Eternal Order's exclusive train, traveling from the western border of Aran to the capital.

The sunlight constantly cut through the car windows, flickering between light and shadow, and the slight bumps continued to transmit high pressure. Zote's body was sealed inside the luxurious coffin.

With less than 24 hours until the Rashomon trick, Micah wanted to sleep to recharge for tomorrow's big battle, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

Before that night seven or eight years ago when I met Lisite, I never imagined that I would actually meet Qili one day. Compared to that beautiful figure, all my dream lovers paled in comparison.

Based on his wealth and status, as a founding shareholder of a behemoth in the underworld, he is absolutely qualified to date a musician, even a big name at the Mid-Year Stargazing Festival's cultural performance in September.

It's a pity that Qili doesn't acknowledge her identity in the underworld.
The radio broadcasts of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament never stopped. In the bloody fourth round, one person after another died. Ghost Eye Mad Blade, with his relentless victories, was like a killing machine, definitely qualified to compete for a spot in the top sixteen. Almost a year had passed since Swan stole Diaz's secret treasure. Diaz was no longer holding back, determined to fight Black Sail to the death. Meanwhile, Kaden, a mere woman, was also wreaking havoc, striving to bypass all the powerful ministers and reach the Emperor's ears tomorrow.

Micah needs a more fitting adjective than "tragic," and the rest of the team in the fourth round were no pushovers either, each with a bigger reputation than the last.

Then he thought about how he would have to give the emperor a hard time tomorrow.

Even his mental fortitude, honed by years of drifting at sea and countless brushes with death, was somewhat inadequate. To have a secret rendezvous with a beauty he considered his ultimate goal in life was simply the most suffocating of all. If that neck was choked, the stimulation would be so intense that his brains would be splattered out.

How could Micah sleep? He finally decided not to sleep, sat up straight, and mentally rehearsed what would happen tomorrow.

Marcus had long been accustomed to using his magical powers to perceive everything around him. Even though his physical ailments had disappeared and his eyesight had returned, he rarely used them, like a dead man. But he kept listening to the broadcast of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

Micah, having nothing else to do, had recovered from the initial shock of seeing the resurrected demon.

To be honest, people from these religions are surprisingly well-mannered and have a good level of education, as long as you don't offend them.

What is it like to be brought back to life?

Micah, as a doctor, also developed a thirst for knowledge. He was an Aramean and had been in contact with the Eternalist Church since childhood. However, he had been too insignificant in the past to see the deepest undercurrents in the world. He never took any miracles or divine interventions seriously. In addition, the empiricism brought by the new pharmacology made him somewhat resistant to these mystical things.

The gods on the Western Continent are strange, very lewd. You can't make them appear if you want them to. They only show up when the world is about to be destroyed and ask if you want them to project their power, or if you like their great power.

This analogy isn't quite accurate either. In short, it's like some kind of Outer God, a bit like the Lord of Light from A Song of Ice and Fire. It's incomprehensible, impossible to communicate with, and might project power when the mood strikes. In short, it's pure insanity.

Marcus ignored him.

"What exactly is the Dragon Lord's Decree? Can you stop being a riddle reader?"

Micah was speechless. This guy wasn't stopping him, and even said he would leave at the penultimate stop so he could successfully reach the venue. What happened afterward was none of his business, which made Micah, who was already under a lot of pressure, even more stressed. Daze, who was confused, warned, "Dude, who knows what might happen to me tomorrow? Can you satisfy my curiosity a little? Besides, it was Lister who killed you, not me. Is it necessary to be so formal?"

Marcus's eyes finally found focus.

I once made a deal with Lisite at the National Museum of the Aran Empire, whereby I would tell him part of the truth: the secrets of the Eternal Sect since its founding, the Dragon Lord's decree, and that these extraterrestrial visitors would be an indispensable part of the calamity that occurs once every nine hundred years.

"You must already know some of the secrets of the Eternal Church."

Marcus held the glass jar with the metal base imprisoning Carrie upright in his hand, seemingly oblivious to the succubus's various temptations.

Micah squinted, having learned some of the world's secrets from the late adventurer leader's boasts while in the Burial Grounds.

Heywood also proved that the demon god was real.

His own body covered in runic tattoos also served as a conduit to the Annihilation Domain of the Mad God of Kalilahos. The ancient era had a belief in demon gods, and perhaps it is no exception now, only transformed into a small, secret sect.

Every nine hundred years, the barrier between this world and other planes is weakened. During the last celestial conjunction, Greg, as the strongest nation on the continent at the time, fought against enemies from other planes and successfully resisted the catastrophe, which also led to a permanent decline in national power.

Currently, the five permanent members of the UN Security Council in the Western Continent are Aran and Lostora, the top two, Pedan, Zeon, and Grego, the bottom three. Even among the bottom three, Grego is not considered a strong contender. Pedan is directly above the Narrow Sea, and west of the Narrow Sea, besides Lostora, there is Zeon, this stubborn and unyielding little tyrant.

Although the catastrophe of nine hundred years ago has been quelled, its aftereffects remain. Many annihilated lives that survived in the world banded together and infiltrated the Eternal Cult. Carrie was one of them. These lives were immortal and indestructible without external interference.

The black dragon, Garsek, who dwells on Iron Soul Island, also came to the Western Continent from Dragon Ridge at that time, but has been sleeping ever since.

God knows how many more people like this are hiding.

“That’s right… I learned from the Burial Wasteland that the Eternal Sect had a period of demonic possession. I don’t know if that’s still the case now.”

Micah swallowed hard. Even hanging out with Lister on the pirates wasn't this thrilling, this was really going to feel like saving or destroying the world. Damn it, I just wanted to sleep with Qili, did they have to make it some kind of god-demon destiny war?

"It's true. As for the specifics, I can't tell you. The current Pope is also my enemy, so the influence of the Dragon Lord's manifestation has been minimized to the point that it won't affect his position. Zote is just a personal grudge of mine, and such things cannot shake the impending calamity, but this demon can. Do you know what happened in 1274 of the Aran calendar? The Emperor's prestige reached its peak, controlling all the kingdoms of the Western Continent and sending troops to the Far East."

Marcus said so.

"I've lived in Heaven's Port for so many years, how could I not know?"

Micah looked at Marcus with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. If the Emperor hadn't launched his eastern expedition, there would have been no Heavenly Port, and none of the subsequent events would have happened. Lister wouldn't have been in the East China Sea, and the high-end place Black Sail wouldn't have been created.

"It's strange, isn't it? Before he had completely dominated the Western Continent, he started a full conquest. What he wanted wasn't territory, but the King's Weapon."

"what?"

I really like a quote from Micah, huh?

“My resurrection was not accidental. Back in Linden City, I used the lives of ninety-nine criminals to petition and divine, and the Dragon Lord had already manifested himself. Because of the devil and the royal weapon on your ship, as well as the dragon, and finally the captain of the black sailing ship with the power of a true god.”

Marcus was summoned by the supreme being who governs the boundless and eternal to guide the world onto the right path; it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the Dragon Lord's agent in the Western Continent.

"what!"

Micah only has "ah".

"The prophet foretold that this great calamity will be initiated by a sorcerer, but the identity of that sorcerer remains unknown. The origin of this calamity did not begin with the miracle of the Divine Mother Cult 1,800 years ago, but rather has been a cycle that has continued from the ancient era to this point. That warrior never severed the connection between heaven and earth; that was merely a delayed detonation with the strongest power, not an eradication of the calamity. The signs first appeared 900 years ago, and the Royal Knights of Greg kept the chaos at bay. This time, the chaos and collapse will be even more powerful, perhaps like the discontinuation of the ancient civilization, or even something more terrifying."

Marcus spoke in a flat tone.

"Big brother! Why don't you just keep with the riddles? I can't take it anymore... I just want to... have sex with Qili!"

Micah's head is all wood. Save the world, you high-ranking emperor, prophets of various countries, what's with the eleven-tower tower? A legendary adventurer is all about adventure, about slaying dragons and saving the world. I just want to connect.

But Marcus has another bombshell in store.

(End of this chapter)