Free Web NovelChapter 567: Chapter 326: ’Stars’ and ’Starry Sky’ (Double-Length)
"...Not too bad, with Ashru around, it’s not complete chaos, but the remnants of the Kizi Church always push my understanding lower..."
"Like what?"
"Too many to count, but the hardest to accept is they always do things to the lambs that should send them to Hell, making Old John unable to sell any lambs, constantly complaining at the Black Tide Governance Hall, honestly, it’s driving me crazy..."
I heard Rogel and Doyle chatting and boasting lightheartedly.
Farnar, though a bit puzzled, also felt a sense of relief, a thought fleeting through his mind, "They’re so relaxed, I must be fine," which eased his heart quite a bit.
Until Rogel suddenly tossed him a question.
"...What do you think, Fernar, should molestation of lambs be charged as a lewd act or as theft?"
"Huh?"
An absent-minded Fernar was suddenly questioned, and he instinctively began to give the question his full attention.
Seeing this situation, Rogel’s smile instantly faded, a black tide infused with Purple mysterious power surged forth, enveloping Fernar completely.
"Take action."
Rogel uttered two calm words.
He certainly wouldn’t be talking nonsense with Doyle at such a time.
He did this to keep Fernar’s consciousness steady and not led astray by that memory; otherwise, things would become much more complicated.
Fortunately, everything was proceeding smoothly.
Doyle also ceased speaking, silently releasing the Tier suppression to enclose the surroundings firmly.
A sphere wrapped in Black Tide formed between Rogel and Fernar.
The whole room fell into silence.
A moment later...
An incredibly bizarre explosion suddenly occurred!
"Gurgle—"
A dark purple, bizarre fluid entity burst out from Rogel’s Black Tide, and two pure white dots assessed the surroundings briefly before unhesitatingly choosing a direction to dart away.
"Doyle, stop it!"
Rogel’s figure appeared, his voice remaining calm as he reminded.
Doyle didn’t say a word, just staring straight at that entity.
The moment it appeared, the suppression of his body instantly condensed into a compact mass, enveloping it tightly.
"Gurgle..."
The dark purple organism emitted a harsh, eerie sound, struggling desperately but unable to budge even a fraction.
Rogel stepped forward, his fingers fused together, and thrust straight into its body, his arm veins bulging as he stirred frantically.
A moment later, the dark purple creature let out a bizarre wail before ceasing all movement.
"It’s done..."
Rogel exhaled, the Black Tide extending from his body to envelop it into a ball, disappearing from his hand. freēwebnovel.com
Doyle also breathed a sigh of relief at this point. freēwebnovel.com
"What a damn ghostly thing, for just a memory fragment to be this troublesome? And you couldn’t suppress it?"
Rogel rolled his eyes at this: "It’d be strange if it could be suppressed stably, this thing is at least Demigod Tier, even just a memory fragment has some resistance, okay?"
His true self wasn’t here, and the effects of a descended form were ultimately limited.
Thus, he called Doyle over, primarily as a backup plan, which indeed served its purpose.
"Ahem...splurt..."
At this time, Fernar, now freed from the Black Tide’s cover, couldn’t help but cough, further spitting out a blob of black blood.
Rogel raised his hand to suspend the black blood in mid-air before tossing it into the trash bin, then stepped forward to support him.
Fernar had now fully escaped the pollution, and with that memory erased from his mind, it couldn’t contaminate him again.
The black blood just expelled were some useless residues Rogel helped remove for him.
Essentially, bits of his innards.
This might be a significant issue for ordinary people, but for Rogel, it’s a trivial matter, a few Secret Techniques would have Fernar back on his feet.
Soon, Rogel had everything taken care of.
Fernar slowly regained consciousness at this moment.
"...Damn it, it feels like someone just brutally jumbled up my organs..."
Fernar clutched his abdomen, grimacing in pain, not looking very well.
But actually, it was just a backlash from the treatment earlier; his clear consciousness and awareness indicated everything was settled.
Rogel chuckled, stepping forward to pat his shoulder: "Kid, you did a great job this time."
"What do you want? Secret Treasure, Secret Technique, or powerful Prayer?"
"Forget it, just figure it out for yourself and apply to the Master of the Black Tide, I’ll put in the word with Him."
"Huh?"
Fernar was bewildered; his memory had a piece taken out, so to him, he only saw something, fell ill, and got treated...
Then Rogel suddenly told him he had done a great deed, leaving him understandably confused.
"Hmm..." Rogel noticed, then briefly explained the whole situation.
Upon hearing it, Fernar realized he almost died due to a memory and became slightly frightened: "Evil God...how terrifying..."
"If you become strong enough in the future, these guys will no longer scare you."
"But before that, you’d better refrain from using your abilities on unknown things, unless you want to experience that again."
Rogel advised.
This was also one of his intentions, making Fernar aware of the dangerous side effects of his abilities, prompting more caution.
After all, one lesson is enough.
Rogel had a high regard for this talented and intelligent young man.
"Yes, Grand Archbishop Grossye."
Fernar responded earnestly.
Even though he indeed hadn’t recklessly used his abilities before, this experience indeed left a profound impression on him, giving him deeper insight into the dangers of his power.
"Next time, just call me sir."
Rogel patted his shoulder once again, standing up.
"What I just said still stands, figure out what you want and apply to the Master of the Black Tide; it’s your rightful reward."
"Goodbye, Fernar."
With that, Rogel and Doyle left the room, with Fernar seeing them off.
...
"Could this have been done by the Extreme Night Stars?"
At a secluded corner, Doyle asked with a frown.
"Perhaps it’s more than that." Rogel’s gaze was deep: "The Extreme Night Stars might be heavily associated with entities in the Starry Sky."
"How do you know?" Doyle couldn’t help but question.
"Just a guess, isn’t it normal to think there’s a connection between ’Stars’ and ’Starry Sky’?"
Rogel chuckled.
Doyle was at a loss for words but had to admit Rogel’s words made some sense.
Certain high-tier entities indeed consider their abilities when proclaiming their names.
So from this angle, Rogel’s speculation wasn’t unfounded.
"Alright then, what are these Starry Sky entities you mentioned?"
Doyle rubbed his temples.
"Not sure." Rogel gradually collected his smile: "I’m investigating this matter, hoping it’s not what I think, or it’ll be too troublesome..."
He felt that the catalyst for all of this might well be the curse removed from Uvie Muzhe.
Then, could the "Dragon Village Incident" in the Sea of Holy Scales be related to the Extreme Night Stars?
More crucially, what is the relationship between the Mother Goddess and the Extreme Night Stars?
These two questions were currently Rogel’s primary focus of exploration.
Seeing so, Doyle shrugged and chuckled while shaking his head.
"Alright, let the tall one handle it when the sky falls, keep pushing on, Captain Rogel, I’ll head back to Sphincter, Ashru is likely nagging me again... "
Tall one...
Rogel fell silent.
For the present Black Tide Secret Society, he undoubtedly was the "tall one."
If he faltered, the thriving situation of the entire Black Tide Secret Society would also collapse.
But... fortunately, he wielded the power of "Retrospect."
"Make sure to focus on enhancing your power, don’t lose sight of your goals."
Rogel advised.
Doyle’s Demigod Tier ultimately relied on external aid, and Rogel wasn’t sure if there were potential risks hidden within.
"I got it, see you around."
Doyle’s voice gradually faded away.
Rogel leaned on the Secret Society building’s railing, calmly enjoying the gentle breeze brushing against him.
A moment later, his descended form transformed into a surging Black Tide, vanishing into the air...
