Chapter 196 Chapter 196: The "Tomorrow" of Night and Sea
Chapter 196: The "Tomorrow" of Night and Sea
Wave! A giant wave!
"Was this also within your expectations?"
On the church atop the mountain, two people stood side by side, gazing at the distant giant wave.
"The logic and thoughts of the Swarm are absolutely correct for the species. I, we, are all but hazy, ignorant worshippers, and worshippers should not harbor resentment towards anything of the Swarm."
Quintus did not know the reason for all this happening.
But he was not afraid of the tide submerging this place. At most, he felt a bit sorry for the citizens in Saltwind City who hadn't served their final purpose.
"Then, what about your 'comrades'?"
The female voice asked again.
As for this slightly sarcastic question, Quintus did not show much emotion.
"The sea nourishes the Swarm. Dissolving into the sea is the ultimate destination that every devout believer must reach. I envy that my comrades have returned to the embrace of Mother Ocean one step ahead of me."
"......"
"Lost lamb, if you still cannot understand the true meaning, it's alright. Follow..."
"What is that?"
A figure in a white-based black-trimmed tight robe, wearing a black top hat with a pointed brim, and dark black leather stockings extending all the way up to pale thighs.
Eyes like rubies, embedded in a small face as pale as her hair color.
Her features were almost identical to Skadi's, and her identity was also obvious.
Abyssal Hunter, Gladiia.
She pointed towards the shore, where a point of orange-yellow light was gradually approaching the coastline.
"The Inquisitor's Lantern."
Even though the mountaintop was quite far from the shore, Quintus still recognized the source of that point of light.
"What does he want to do?"
"He can't do anything."
Unless he could reproduce that kind of "handgun attack" a few more times.
But the impoverished state of Iberia did not make Quintus believe they possessed such technology.
"Let's go."
Rather than this, he should think carefully about where to go to develop new followers after Saltwind City is "embraced" by the tide.
——————
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The gloomy sky oppressed the earth, dark clouds densely covered like chains locking everything, imprisoning all hope.
Wind, rough sea wind mixed with a damp aura, extinguished and snuffed out the hope in everyone's hearts.
Just as everyone felt suffocated by the might of the tide.
Deng!
A cluster of lamplight ignited.
"Teacher?!"
Aylin turned back in surprise, but the one walking over holding the lantern was not the teacher she was familiar with.
It was a man, a tall and straight man.
The cold iron cane handle tightly fit his palm, the lantern swayed in the wind and rain, along with its flickering light.
Why are you stepping forward at this moment?
Why is Teacher's lantern in your hand?
Why can a person without an activation method light the lantern...
Aylin had accumulated too many questions in her heart, but the sight of her teacher still standing in the distance and the light of the lantern ultimately kept her from uttering a word.
Kevin just held the lantern like that, step by step walking towards the coast, towards that sky-reaching giant wave.
"Is he... going to his death?"
Looking at that lonely back walking towards the sea.
Everyone except Outcast and FrostNova—the residents of Saltwind City on the coast, Abyssal Hunters, Inquisitors, Deep Sea Bishops... all had such a question arise in their hearts.
Suddenly, he raised that lantern, raised that cluster of flame.
Facing those surging tides
Roar!
Burning! The lamplight is burning!
A spark, a cluster of flame, a sea of fire...
At the junction of night and sea and sky, a "sun" slowly rose.
Gurgle!
The sound of boiling rang out. That lantern "sun" contained boundless scorching heat and weight.
Aberration, erosion... their malice along with the seawater was boiled away, crushed by an even vaster will within the lamplight.
The lantern is a weapon fueled by will. So then, taking a planet's history as kindling, using a world-saving resolve as the spark...
The terrifying mental reaction within almost instantly elevated the Inquisitor's Lantern in Kevin's hand to a level that did not belong to it.
If not for Kevin's simple modifications, the lantern would have burst apart the moment his will immersed into it.
This was no longer an Inquisitor's Lantern. Perhaps we should give it a more fitting name, like...
Savior's Lantern!
It was the hope that once guided people forward, also the first ray of light piercing through the darkness.
"The sun?!"
"It's the sun! The sun is rising again?"
"Grandma, what is the sun?"
"The sun... that is..."
They were puzzled, they shed tears, they couldn't believe it...
The "sun" rose higher and higher. The over-forty-meter-high wave was disintegrated by scorching heat and shockwaves, along with the hidden Seaborn within being ground into powder.
The Seaborns' biological psychic network shattered like paper before that unspeakable vastness.
The light drove away the darkness from every corner of Saltwind City.
It illuminated the numb faces of the citizens,
It clearly revealed their eroded bodies,
It shone into those hearts that had long decayed.
An unfamiliar emotion called "hope" sprouted in their hearts.
And they didn't even know the name of that man whose back resembled a god!
"Body and will are never independent entities."
The lantern-bearer looked at the surging ocean beneath his feet. He raised his head, looking at the lantern he had raised high.
Using will as fuel is indeed a very imaginative creation.
As for this "sun"...
He would not lightly speak of salvation. For their current situation, whether it is help or another form of persecution... is hard to say.
But—
"People should not die in that kind of state."
Susha!
A sound like sand rustling came from under the citizens' robes.
Under the illumination of that lantern "sun," streams of blue-black viscous fluid carrying fine scales flowed down their withered bodies along with them.
"This is?"
Feeling a slight itch on her face, Gladiia reached out and wiped off a handful of scales from her cheek.
The mutation of her body... is stopping?!
No, that statement isn't accurate... it should be said it's reversing!
Her mind grew calm. Those long-entangling whispers seemed to fear that blazing light, that weight named "civilization."
But even Aegir technology couldn't achieve this. Why could one person alone, holding merely an Iberian creation influenced by Aegir, accomplish this miraculous scene?
Her body trembled. Generally speaking, it was difficult for anything to cause emotional fluctuations in this Aegir Technology Executor.
But she understood that since a miracle had already appeared, then—
"The dark fate of Abyssal Hunters is not without a solution." ×2
Kal'tsit stood on the roof of an abandoned building, hands in her pockets, uttering the same words as Gladiia.
She had come to handle aftermath matters for the Abyssal Hunters and operators...
But now it seemed, was she herself somewhat redundant?
Kevin always made her witness some incredible miracles.
But since he came, why didn't anyone notify her?
"Doctor."
The low pressure emanating from Kal'tsit made M3 behind her retract its claws slightly.
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