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Chapter 1000: Chapter 352: Don’t Come Back If You Can’t Find Beyard_2

“…What about the Serpent Celestial Marshal?”

Count Leipzig seemed puzzled: “Did he fight with the Hourglass?”

Peng Bonazzi shook his head and replied: “They might have had a fight, I’m not quite sure. But in the end, the Serpent Celestial Marshal certainly went back to normal. The fact that the ritual still calls upon his power proves that he remains unharmed.”

“So, what you mean is… that the Ring of Ouroboros might not be safe?”

“Hmm.”

Peng Bonazzi nodded: “I believe there are several possibilities. First, the Celestial Marshal brought down might have done so without permission, hence he could become enraged and attack; second, this ritual could be a conspiracy of the Serpent Celestial Marshal, where the so-called ‘Ouroboros’ is a serpent eating its own tail, and it’s possible that everyone participating in the ritual will be devoured to augment his own strength.”

“Third, the ritual itself could be defective, thus incapable of normal use, making the ritual bound to fail and the backlash inevitable; fourth, using this ritual might result in being pulled into the Dream Realm instead.”

“Then there’s the most likely scenario I believe… that the Hourglass does not allow the existence of this ritual. Therefore, as soon as the ritual is conducted, the Hourglass will send his Angel Envoys to annihilate all participants.”

In a state of clear sanity, Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi displayed the wisdom that once earned him the title ‘Prime Minister.'”

“So we need do nothing. If their ritual succeeds, then I can immediately go to the Daffodil Territory and replicate the ritual—I also possess the Fifth Power Level of Transcenders and know where to find the proper sacrifices.”

“If their ritual fails, then at least it can provide us with some experience. Even if it’s of no reference value, it will have eliminated those dangerous Transcenders.”

“If the Fallen Celestial Marshal descends and wreaks havoc, then we will immediately pledge allegiance; after all, we have the Level of transcendence. If the Hourglass decides to dispatch Angel Envoys to exterminate the participants of the ritual, we will immediately sever ties with the society—this matter doesn’t concern us. Indeed it doesn’t.”

Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi looked at Count Leipzig with a smirk: “So that’s why I say… is it your turn to ponder on such matters? By the time you come up with anything, everything will already be settled! Heh… But it’s progress for you, at least. This time, you guessed it before the plan truly began. I impart these truths onto you as a reward for your progress.”

“What if…”

Count Leipzig hesitated: “What if they defeat the Fallen Celestial Marshal?”

“Impossible.”

Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi said decisively: “You brat, you have no idea about the power of a Celestial Marshal. Transcenders of the Material Realm absolutely cannot confront a Celestial Marshal head-on—not even the Eternal Pope would be of any use.”

“Then, if it’s hopeless for old Celestial Marshals like the Fallen Marshal, the Blood Celestial Marshal… as far as I know, there are also some newly born Celestial Marshals and even newer ones about to be born…”

“Alright, alright. Stop daydreaming. I’ve contemplated what you’re thinking for many years, and you all just need to execute the plan. Do you think I want to open Heracel’s Secret Treasury because I lack wealth? Heh…”

Peng Bonazzi didn’t care to listen to Count Leipzig’s daydreams, simply hugging the young girl by his side who was currently his favorite, and with a lazy wave of his hand, he said: “After hearing so much secrecy, it’s time to get to work—go find Lady Bayard. Perhaps she would be willing to tell you why Transcenders of the Material Realm cannot defeat a Celestial Marshal.”

“Remember to be polite when you meet her; if needed, bow your head. But if you can’t find her, don’t bother coming back—understand?”

“…I understand.”

Count Leipzig’s heart sank as he replied softly.

For some reason, he had felt that finding Lady Bayard was merely a matter of time, but after being rushed this way, he suddenly had a bad premonition…

—And his premonition indeed came true.

By dusk, he still had not found Lady Bayard.

Despite his best efforts to inquire from multiple sources, he only learned that she had temporarily taken a boat from Star Antimony to Avalon and might return in a few days…

A few days! He did not have a few days to spare!

Count Leipzig walked the streets with a gloomy expression, pondering whether he should defy Peng Bonazzi’s orders and report back, or simply not return, leaving Peng Bonazzi hanging for a few days…

“…why does each option seem terrible?”

He sighed and could only continue to wander the streets.

At this moment, the “Lady Bayard” he was searching for had also fully rested.

She had made all the preparations for the ritual, full of energy as she rode the Leviathan towards Eagle Cape Village.

To confront Helquinn head-on was extremely difficult, to say the least.

The Wild Hunt King was of premium quality, and merely having a Night Fiend would probably only be enough to save one’s life… but the current Aleister was no longer completely opposed to the Wild Hunt King.

Not to mention a while ago, Aiwass had buffed the Wild Hunt King from afar. She had even communicated with the Wild Hunt King during the promotion ceremony, and now bore the blessing of amber.

As a high-level undead who had signed a contract with the Great Sage, the Wild Hunt King was someone she could communicate with.

If all else fails, just run—after all, one has to try whether it works or not!

Besides, if it really comes to a fight, it’s not certain that they cannot win!

It was twilight at this time.

In just a moment, the Wild Hunt Legion would emerge from the darkness…

But the Wild Hunt Legion alone was far from enough.

If they wanted to summon Helquinn, they would also need rain and thunder.

——Fortunately, Aleister genuinely possessed such abilities.

The Book of Law held by Aleister, now in Aiwass form, flipped pages on its own before halting on one of them.

A blue-violet tarot card emerged from the void and was instantly ignited with a whoosh.

And a Thunder Javelin crackling with electric sparks materialized out of the void and landed in “Aiwass’s” hands!

The next moment, the twilight in the sky disappeared without notice.

There was no sunset animation; it was as if two images had been switched without warning—by the time one realized it, the night sky was left with only a deep crescent moon.

Under the golden moonlit night, black mist steamed up, and the coldness of wandering souls permeated one’s heart and spleen.

The black smoke rose from below like the fumes from charred embers, blackening the entire sky, causing the buildings’ walls to appear almost invisible, swallowing light after light until only the unusually bright stars and moon remained in the sky.

At this time, Aleister suddenly raised the Thunder Javelin in his hand.

A pale bolt of lightning shot up from below, roaring as it pierced the sky!

The pale blue flash of lightning seemed to link the heavens and the earth, like an eruption of numerous plumes of smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was covered with low dark clouds, filled to the brim! And then the storm came without warning—

The time of heavy rain is the day of the Wild Hunt Legion’s deployment.

Different from their usual playful frolics, those pale cavalry appeared in the air, already neatly arrayed and in formation, silent without a single sound.

——BOOM!!!

With a thunderous rumble, the tall pale knight leaped down from the thunderclouds!