Chapter 518: is that prophecy |
Chapter 518: 515 is that prophecy… Chapter 518: 515 is that prophecy… The next day.
London was shrouded in gloom.
The sky should have been a dull yellow, but at that moment, it was covered with dark clouds, and the air carried an oppressive feeling.
A torrential rain was about to fall.
Outside the city.
A team of eight rode on ponies, moving along the muddy road, with London ahead of them.
Among this group was only one woman, the rest were men.
...The men were dressed in black coats, hats cocked at an angle, and were carrying flintlock guns, as well as daggers, and some other knives…
It did not seem to match the trends of the Victorian Era very well.
These people were quite out of the ordinary.
Because Du Wei happened to have an identical flintlock gun.
Although he had phased it out and only used it occasionally,
in this era, flintlock guns capable of killing Evil Spirits were actually standard for hunters.
And only they could ignore the influence of the Evil Spirits within the guns.
“What exactly is Corrine Dowqui up to?”
“London gives me a bad feeling, like a City of the Dead.”
“Moreover, His Excellency the Duke is very concerned about this matter, he should have arrived by now.”
The hunters spoke with some gravity in their voices.
But they were not overly worried.
Within the hunters, the strength was clearly divided.
The strongest among them were addressed with the title of “Lord.”
This was a mark of respect, but also a declaration of their power.
They had confidence in themselves, and in His Excellency the Duke as well.
“Lord Minette, do you have anything to say?”
At that moment, someone looked toward the only woman in the group.
The woman had silver hair, delicate features, and very fair skin, without the commonly seen large pores among most Caucasians.
She had a pair of azure blue eyes.
Her figure was slender.
At her waist, she also carried a long sword that emitted a strange aura, as if hiding some terrifying existence within it.
If Du Wei were here, his expression would probably be very interesting.
Because this woman, known as Lord Minette, looked exactly like his girlfriend Alex.
If there had to be a difference.
It would be that Minette’s expression was very indifferent, her eyes only flashed an incomprehensible color when she heard about His Excellency the Duke.
And this name…
It was the name from the prophecy mentioned by Du Wei’s father-in-law, Lawrence.
It was actually Alex’s original name, changed only because of the prophecy’s advent.
“Since he has come to London, the Veda Sect’s idea of awakening Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods cannot be achieved.”
“But just like you said, London now is like a City of the Dead.”
Having said this.
Minette suddenly closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, her pupils were faintly covered with a layer of blood.
A buzzing sound was faintly audible in her ears.
Her heart was beating faster, a piercing pain accompanying it.
Every hunter’s abilities were different.
After experiencing the pain of Evil Spirit Transformation, each person manifested different powers.
Du Wei had the Mark.
Hannibal, struck dead by lightning, had Evil Spirit substitution.
Ryan had Wishful Thinking.
And Minette’s power was identical to Du Wei’s Future Sight gained from the Antique Clock, which was highly abnormal.
Abilities could not be duplicated.
Most importantly, Minette’s power seemed to be under her control, unlike Du Wei’s, which was utterly unmanageable.
Apparently, Minette was the real deal.
Du Wei, nothing more than a knockoff.
Immediately after.
Minette saw a scene that was hard for her to accept.
In the vision of death.
Torrential rain was pouring down in London, and black fog loomed everywhere.
The rain was immense.
If one had to describe it, it was as if one were in the depths of the ocean…
And in that rain,
a giant altar was being constructed.
It must have been ten meters high, with steps continuously arranged downwards.
On every step, people from the Veda Sect were standing.
However, these people all wore uniform white masks.
Looking up,
at the very top of the altar, a black throne was placed, and a man in a mask sat on it, propping up his chin with his hand, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
His aura was inscrutable.
The rain purposely avoided him, as if it had a will of its own.
By the man’s side floated an aged envelope, and behind the throne stood a shadowy figure wielding dual daggers.
At this sight,
Minette’s complexion had turned deathly pale.
Beading sweat lined her forehead, “Why is it you? What exactly has happened to you?”
The death vision continued.
She saw that all hunters, herself included, as well as those from within London City, had gathered in front of the altar, loudly questioning that man.
Trying to prevent whatever was happening from unfolding.
Yet the man seemed oblivious, simply extending his right hand, which bore the mark of a Golden Scales, but soon that mark disappeared.
In its place was the mark of a mask.
Then, Minette heard a laugh she would never manage to forget.
It was inhuman…
Completely void of any humanity, as if everyone before this man were merely insects on the ground or weeds by the roadside.
Afterward, he took off the mask, revealing his true face.
The heavy rain over London came to a halt.
Further on, the man suddenly looked over with a cold, heartless gaze…
Not at someone specific,
but through the death vision, he looked at Minette…
Whoosh…
The sound of the vision shattering flitted through Minette’s mind, suddenly terminating before it concluded, forcibly fragmented under that single gaze.
Involuntarily,
Minette groaned, blood seeping from the corners of her eyes, a shockingly gruesome sight.
“Hurry into the city… Stop him, you must stop him…”
“Something has gone wrong with him…”
The others, hearing this, were all stunned.
“Are you saying His Excellency the Duke has a problem?”
“Could all of this have been caused by him?”
Minette, gritting her teeth, said, “I don’t know what happened, but I saw the future—he has sided with the people of the Veda Sect and even acquired the power of the source.”
“He wants to become one of Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.”
“If we don’t stop him, the millions in this city might die, he will certainly lose control…”
…
Elsewhere,
within an ancient castle,
the hunters of the Veda Sect were seated in the great hall.
Fervor and anticipation colored every face.
Akaret was sitting in the main seat, speaking manically, “Our god is even stronger than Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, it is the source of everything, the beginning and the end.”
“The stronger the being, the harder it is for them to appear.”
“But now, I have heard the voice of the god, it wants us to build a statue and an altar, to welcome its arrival.”
“When it descends into the human world, it will lead us away from this filthy existence.”
As he said this, Akaret took out a piece of paper from within his clothes.
The paper bore the image of a man.
The man wore a black overcoat and a mask on his face; though somewhat thin, he radiated an exceptionally strange sensation.
“This is our god, the Veda I have worshiped for a thousand years…”
“This is its appearance in the human world…”
“From now on, everyone must pray to it, displaying the humility of its followers.”