abnormal mutation

Chapter 90 Prophet
'The Lost Light Society?!' Roland was startled; he recognized the attire.

Killy and Freddie grinned, ready to untie the sled ropes and charge forward.

"Run, run, run—"

Roland's voice was urgent; the situation was unclear, and we couldn't act rashly.

Upon hearing this, the two wolves did not hesitate and started moving quickly. The sled ropes were taut, stirring up waves of snow, and they dragged the sled away.

The speed increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the distance increased from one hundred meters to two hundred meters.

Roland swiftly drew his divine bow from the leather bag, strung it, nocked an arrow, and drew the bowstring to its fullest extent.

An invisible spiritual force spread around the arrow shaft, forming a gray glow at the arrowhead. The arrow itself blurred, wreathed in faint, ethereal flames, and the surrounding air became distorted.

"call out--"

The arrow, carrying a piercing whistle, pierced the cold wind and instantly struck a man in white in the chest.

With a muffled thud, a bloody hole exploded in half of his chest, his head tilted to the side, his arm flew off, and his mangled corpse fell straight into the snow, stirring up a flurry of snowflakes, and a cloud of blood mist drifted away in the wind.

Roland's expression was cold. He knew the arrow would hit its mark as soon as it was shot. The inertia of sliding on the snow was too great, making it much more difficult to dodge than on land.

"Shhhhh-"

The sled swayed, but his movements were exceptionally steady. Arrows disappeared one by one from his hands with fluid movements. He nocked the arrow and shot, relying entirely on instinct.

Accompanied by a strange, rhythmic sound, clouds of blood mist exploded behind them, and in a matter of moments, all the white-robed men were wiped out.

Roland was slightly taken aback, not expecting his opponent to be so easily defeated.

But the next second, everything in front of me turned gray and dilapidated, countless scenes of time reversed, and the surroundings were full of broken walls and ruins, desolate and lonely, as if I were in a historical fragment forgotten by the world.

A few simple human figures were sketched in the surrounding air, and the gray lines gradually became fuller. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen gray-robed figures materialized from the void and stepped out of the void, surrounding him in the middle.

The sled had stopped at some point, and the two wolves looked around warily, growling softly.

Roland's face was gloomy. The gray-robed men were exactly the same as the white-robed men, in style and number—no, one less.

"Excellent archery skills," a gray-robed man exclaimed, his voice echoing eerily.

Roland turned around abruptly. The man was tall, and his robe was filled with gray mist, obscuring his face and expression, yet he exuded a strong sense of danger.

"The Remnant Society?" he said in a deep voice.

"We are just a group of archaeologists who are passionate about exploring ancient ruins and historical mysteries, and we have no intention of making enemies with anyone."

"Mr. Roland, please leave behind the Paradox Worm, the Staff of Lament, and the Bracelet, and then depart. Remember to give my regards to His Excellency Suleiman." The grey-robed man spoke as if reciting a eulogy, his tone so low and mournful it was almost painful.

'Don't believe him.' Pro's urgent voice came through the mind link. 'The Light Relic Society never leaves anyone alive; they even assassinate renowned historians and archaeologists.'

This person should be a mid-tier Extraordinary individual in the Ancient Ruins Scholar path; handle them with caution.

Roland remained impassive; he could tell from Pro's voice that it strongly rejected the organization.

“The Paradox Worm isn’t with me, and even if it were, I wouldn’t dare use it. Can you tell me what it is? Why are you all so obsessed with it?” He shrugged, looking resigned.

The gray-robed man was silent for a moment, then raised his voice several octaves: "Don't test my patience, do as I say right now!"

Roland narrowed his eyes, a little curious as to why the other party didn't just snatch it. Surely the Paradox Worm couldn't be destroyed or eaten, could it?

"Click——"

A barely audible cracking sound rang in his mind, and his expression changed drastically as his mental barrier was broken.

"Hit—" he decided immediately.

The two wolves suddenly leaped out, charging straight at the nearest gray-robed man. Drake, who had been notified beforehand, appeared out of thin air beside him, instantly throwing two spinning axes, and the battle erupted in an instant.

"Really..."

As soon as the gray-robed man spoke, he saw Roland surrounded by purple light, with a pair of huge purple dragon wings spreading behind him. His eyes were covered with golden magic patterns, and as his dragon wings flapped, a beam of purple light shot out.

The gray-robed man was greatly alarmed. In the blink of an eye, his body created layers of overlapping shadows, like folds in space, with each shadow having a different background.

But the purple light ignored all of this and instantly landed on one of the overlapping shadows. The gray-robed man froze, his gaze unfocused, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

The overlapping shadows dissipated in an instant, and the surrounding ruins, like an ancient canvas, revealed mottled colors. The gloom was gradually erased, a cold wind swept in, and the snowfield, the forest, and the sun reappeared on earth, turning the gray robe into a white robe.

Roland suppressed his emptiness, drew his bow, and fired a full-force shot at the fallen leader.

But the man's figure shifted between reality and illusion, and all the arrows seemed to hit thin air, failing to harm him in the slightest.

He dropped his longbow and held the staff in his hand, but the leader had disappeared without a trace, and the white-robed men around him scattered and fled.

'They ran away?' Roland was on guard for a while, but didn't notice anything unusual.

He planted his long staff in front of him, and the bowstring twanged like thunder, killing the scattered white-robed men one by one. Few could withstand three arrows; bursts of blood mist erupted. This time it must be real.

Two white-robed men were very strong, and they were able to deflect his arrows every time without damaging them. Killy and Frey were like drunkards, grabbing at empty air every time.

"Stop chasing us. Pack your things quickly and leave right away."

The distance was too far for the staff of aria to reach, and further entanglement would be a waste of time. He was also worried that the leader might suddenly return.

The two men and two wolves hastily packed up, throwing the extraordinary traits and weapons left behind by the extraordinary individuals onto the sled, and hurriedly drove into the mountains and forests.

A cold wind gently caressed the snowfield, and it returned to calm, with only the scattered corpses and bloodstains testifying to the horrific scene that had just unfolded.

The next moment, countless threads appeared in the air, swirling and intertwining to form an elegant figure dressed in a double-breasted suit—it was Suleiman.

He carried a limp, white-robed figure in his arms, breathing weakly and dazed. Further away, the two white-robed figures who had run away lay sprawled in the snow, unharmed and with serene expressions.

'A bloodline ability imbued with a trace of order—truly remarkable. What does he need those extraordinary traits for? Has he discovered a new use for the Paradox Worm?'

The paradoxical worm was deliberately given to Roland, but unfortunately, he didn't catch a big fish. Even prophets aren't always right.

The Remnant Society and the Northern Alliance have a long-standing feud, and neither side will let go of any opportunity to strike at the other.

'The North... is going to be in chaos; all sorts of monsters and demons are showing up. It's really... unpleasant.'

He gently waved his hand, and two extraordinary substances flew into his hand. Then, countless transparent threads appeared on his body, dancing and intertwining until the spot was empty.

…………

The two wolves raced through the woods, and suddenly the view opened up before them; they had entered a frozen canyon.

Roland immediately spotted a massive steamship moored at the mouth of the valley in the distance, with the flag of the Northern Union Merchants flying high on it.

As he approached the airship, he looked up and saw the massive, spindle-shaped fuselage filling his field of vision. Its intricate yet purely mechanical design gave it a strange feeling that was both old and new.

Below the airship was a gondola, where Commissioner Suleiman stood alone with a smile on his face.

Roland was startled, quickly stopped the sled, and bowed slightly in greeting. A glance at the white-robed man at his feet made his eyelids twitch, and a vague guess formed in his mind.

“Come up and let’s chat.” Commissioner Suleiman beckoned to him.

"Good afternoon, Chairman Safawi." Roland quickly stepped forward and jumped onto the gondola in a few steps.

“You’re about the same age as Yulia, so call me Uncle too.” Suleiman, impeccably dressed in his formal attire, spoke gently. “I knew the Remnant Light Society wouldn’t give up. You weren’t injured, were you?”

“No.” Roland understood. Suleiman had probably been watching him the whole time. What seemed dangerous just now was actually quite safe.

He didn't resent being used as bait; after all, he wanted the paradoxical worm himself, and everything has a price.

"Have you made up your mind? Will you stay with the Chamber of Commerce, or go with Princess Veldora?" Suleiman asked calmly.

"I want to stay." Roland had already made his decision.

“A smart choice.” Suleiman agreed. “Trust me, the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce will soon undergo changes. Formal onboarding will be processed in Sogattak. You are free to do as you please these next few days; don’t worry about your safety.”

Furthermore, this person is now yours to handle as you see fit.

"Thank you, Uncle." Roland felt a surge of relief and suddenly felt very safe.

(End of this chapter)