Storm of Gods

Chapter 233 First Secretary of the Underworld Church
Dragon Capital of the Lilong United Kingdom.

The weather outside the window was gloomy. Christian sat upright at the table, the coffee on it had gone cold, but he barely looked like he'd drunk it. Christian was focused on his notebook, writing something with a serious and conflicted expression:

Why wasn't I the first one?

Miss Aries definitely didn't mean it. In her heart, I should be number one. At the roundtable, I was the strongest, most knowledgeable, most handsome, and had the most leadership qualities. Could it be that the gap between us was too big and made her feel inferior?
That must be it. Actually, she could take the initiative. As long as she does, I'll show her what a passionate response is.

No, that's not right. If it was unintentional, it should have been her instinctive reaction. Did she subconsciously think that Gemini's position was more important and that he was more trusted by her?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Gemini is dim-witted and has a lot of trouble. What's wrong with the Zodiac Chart? Why is it collecting so many guys?

Why wasn't Miss Aries called first?

Why doesn't Miss Aries contact him privately? Doesn't she want to know more secrets?

Christian rubbed his forehead, staring intently at his notebook.

dong dong dong...

The butler entered respectfully. "Young Master, the second young lady of the Maxim family, the eldest young lady of the Potter family, and the fifth young lady of the Phil family would like to invite you on a hike this afternoon."

Christian took a moment to look up, frowning. "Do I have the time or inclination for that? Don't bother me!"

"Yes, young master." The butler looked at Christian with admiration, bowed ninety degrees, and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

When the door closed, the room felt as if it were isolated from the world...

Lighthouse No. 108 on the outskirts of Dipo City in the Misty Continent.

Bati's expression was pained. He was squatting on the ground, striking a wooden fish, but it did nothing to alleviate the onslaught of the delirium; in fact, it seemed to intensify. This made it impossible for him to concentrate, and a violent urge to smash everything in front of him arose within him. Whenever this happened, the black blade within his body would release a bit of cold power to alleviate Bati's heat and irritability. Bati dared not strike anymore, but instead huddled in a corner of the lighthouse, curled up in a ball, enduring wave after wave of delirium attacks and the tearing sensation in his body.

Is this the Triad's punishment for his betrayal and blasphemy?
Bati lived in constant self-doubt and contradiction, sometimes believing and sometimes doubting in a cycle. He even felt that suicide, the Round Table, Mr. Gemini, etc., were just his feelings. He was on the verge of falling into depravity. Bati gritted his teeth and tried his best to empty his mind. This was a method that the people of Rahula had studied for a long time. Not wanting to empty his mind was the best way. Don't go deep, don't go deep.

Bati's strong body curled up in a ball, his teeth chattering, the excruciating pain causing him to convulse. He could only endure until he passed out in a daze; there was nothing he could do. This was the fate of the Rahula people.

His gaze fell on the wooden fish, as if recalling the feeling of spiritual clarity he experienced when Mr. Gemini struck it...

On the boundless, howling sea, an exploration ship drifted in the raging storm. The entire ship was shrouded in a faint gray halo, which kept it safe at sea. Every now and then, huge waves tens of meters high would crash in, tossing the ship into the air and then plunging it into the valley, swallowing it whole. But soon the ship would float up again.

Five black-robed priests were chanting some kind of spell to maintain the barrier on the bed, their expressions gazing at the sea with some worry, as if some monster was chasing them.

The atmosphere inside the cabin grew even more somber. The captain's hands had been chopped off, and his eyeballs had been gouged out, leaving only two bloody holes. They weren't bleeding, but rather shrunken, as if they had never existed. He had also been stripped naked. "Rosa, we've been friends for years. Why did you betray us?"

Cantona asked gently, "The ship is full of comrades who are willing to give their lives for a common goal."

The man called Rosa showed no fear, instead letting out a sinister laugh. "Cantona, it is you who have betrayed us. As a secret agent of the Vatican, you have abandoned your promising future to join a cult. Your only fate is death, and your soul will wander eternally in the River Styx, unable to be reincarnated."

“The god of the underworld is the traitor. He betrayed our lord. When the lord returns, everything will be settled.” Cantona said calmly. “We don’t need to argue about this anymore. What other plans do you have? Tell me. I’ll give you a quick answer for the sake of our old friendship. Otherwise, the soul search will be the same later.”

"Heh heh, so what if I told you? You won't find supplies. Everyone will be cursed by the sea and die. Oh, we can't wait any longer. My Lord's shadow apostle has arrived with the storm, and I will return to the Lord's embrace." Rosa tried to laugh wildly, but his voice came out hoarse and weak. Cantona shook his head slightly. "So, the direction is right, and the Coffin of the Dead is nearby?"

"Hmph, my first mission is to find the Coffin of the Dead, and only then to kill you. What a pity." Rosa also thought he would definitely find it, but after wandering around for a long time, he still couldn't find it. The Coffin of the Dead is an island, an island that hides the secrets of the God of Death. The Church of the God of Death went to great lengths to find the map of the island's location, and he had been lying in wait for this for so long. But how easy is it to find an island in the Fourth Era?

Cantona smiled slightly, "You can go in peace. You don't need to worry about the rest."

Cantona's Ghostly Soul-Sucking Blade had already pierced Rosa's heart. The eerie blue flames instantly engulfed Rosa, and soon Rosa turned into ashes. Then, a dazed Rosa-shaped spirit floated out of the ashes.

“Is the voyage correct?” Cantona asked.

“That’s right,” Rosa said woodenly.

Are there any other accomplices on board?

“No,” Rosa’s spirit said, swaying slightly.

"How many Shadow Apostles are there, and when will they arrive?" Cantona continued to ask.

Just as Rosa's spirit was about to speak, it suddenly began to twist and then burst like a balloon with a "pop".

Cantona brandished his Soul-Stealing Blade, his expression turning serious. The Shadow Apostles still had Shadow Witches in charge, so their ability to infiltrate meant they were already close. The enemy had originally planned to wait until they found the Coffin of the Dead before making their move, but he had discovered them ahead of time. With Rosa dead, the enemy had also discovered them and would probably speed up their approach.

The situation is somewhat tricky. Half of the people on board have developed sepsis, and the other half have mild symptoms. If this continues, they will die even before the Shadow Apostle arrives. Where exactly is the Coffin of the Dead?
Cantona unfurled the ancient parchment scroll, which recorded the location of the mortuary and bore the inscription in Hera: "The resting place of the dead."

It should be nearby. The exploration ship has been lingering in the vicinity, but there's no sign of an island here, just water. Let's get rid of the Shadow Apostle first.

Suddenly, screams came from outside the cabin. One of the priests protecting the expedition ship suddenly looked pained, and then his head exploded like a watermelon. He collapsed limply to the ground. The remaining four were also desperately resisting. In the storm, it seemed that a pair of eyes were watching the expedition ship.

Cantona and the others emerged one after another, as a powerful force was approaching from the sea. "Cantona, you never disappoint me when it comes to letting me down."

The sound pierced through the storm and reached the ship clearly. In an instant, Cantona's face turned completely pale. Everyone on the ship realized what they were about to face and lost the will to resist. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair. They never dreamed that such an important figure would personally come to the rescue.

*Pfft pfft pfft pfft…* As the sound traveled, the heads of the remaining four priests exploded like watermelons. A huge black ship appeared on the waves, its sails made of the Triple Netherfire of the Underworld Church. A person stood at the bow. A bolt of lightning flashed, and Cantona felt it clearly: It was over.

Oneramuti, the First Secretary of the Cardinals' Hall of the Holy See.

Cantona sighed. He knew he had been careless. With the troupe suffering heavy losses, Oneramuti must have anticipated his next move. He was probably already under surveillance when he returned to the capital. As a former Cardinal's Office officer, he knew all too well what would happen if he fell into the Secretary's hands.

pity.

"Death is also the destination." Cantona murmured to himself, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. The Soul-Seizing Blade was already piercing his body. He didn't need to hesitate. If he were captured, the consequences would be a hundred times worse than death. The struggle between the Underworld Church and the Church of Death was more terrifying than any other sect.

Others followed suit, and when faced with the First Secretary of the Underworld Church, a swift death was definitely the most thankful choice.

(End of this chapter)